And no, it wasn't the child who is undergoing miserable chemo who threw a 30-minute tantrum kicking and screaming and having to be carried out of the clinic today.
It was the 8-year old who is at least 80 pounds who I had to carry out to the car because if I dragged her (she wouldn't come of her own accord), her arm would surely pop out of socket. I am so not enjoying daylight savings time yet. Glad I'm not seeing spots anymore.
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