It was the fall that surprised me the most.
The winter, she was fine. Spring, slowly getting sick, Summer, even sicker.
In fall, she fully recovered from stage 3 liver cancer. There was someone to thank. God or someone.
It could have been the praying, or just hoping we didn't lose her. She was only 7. 7-year-olds aren't supposed to just die from liver cancer. Ella's better now, though. It's easy to believe in something when a dying child makes a full recovery from something so evil as that.
So God, or someone, thank you. It was God or someone that I hated at first that this little brown-haired girl lost all of her hair from medicine and cancer that made her sick, made her eyes sullen, and her skin pale. It was God or someone that I thought of at night when I watched the heart monitor every second she slept. But God or someone kept her alive, kept her fighting so little Ella could be there on her 8th birthday.
It was the fall that surprised me most.