"Daddy is sick."
"No he isn't!"
"Daddy has cancer."
"Not today!"
I love that. Some of it was the mix of defiance and resigned hopefulness in her sweet four-year-old voice, which I can't capture here. But I also loved the idea of taking a break from cancer -- not forever, as beautiful as that would be, but just for a day. And indeed, after a disastrous trip to the farmer's market (think humidity, accidental/on-purpose doughnut stepping, squabbling in every possible family dyad and tearful disagreement over raspberry lemonade) we decided to double-down with another outing and went to the beach. It was great. For a few hours I pretty much forgot about being sick.
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