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Alive and Well

I took my daughter for her one-year check up today. She was poked, prodded and pictures were taken of her insides, and I’m glad to report she’s perfectly healthy.

Healthy. It’s a word I savor. It’s a gift, a fleeting treasure to be enjoyed and protected. As I held her plump little arms down while she was on the X-ray table, I couldn’t help but imagine what it must be like to have a child who was not well. I pictured her in a tiny hospital gown with IV’s embedded in her arm. Pictured her with no hair, smooth-headed after rounds of chemotherapy.

Maybe I’m strange for having these thoughts, but for me, it’s just a way to remind myself of how fortunate I am. So many of my friends and family are facing life-changing health challenges …

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