Friday Figment: ICONIC ICE CREAM

I found an empty carton of ice cream under my bed today.

Yeah, you’re thinking, whoa, doesn’t that reveal a little (or should we say, a lot) about her.

What you don’t know is that finishing that ice cream was Jennifer’s only request her first day home from the hospital after they said her battle with Peudlo (which you’ve probably never heard of) was finally over.  

Anyway, we ate that Peach Almond Crunch in bed together, watching Spirited Away, Jen’s favorite movie.

It was supposed to be over, the Peudlo I mean, but as soon as the heroine agreed to her final test, Jennifer started coughing blood.

Of course at first I though she was vomiting blood, since that’s what we’d seen so much in the past three years.

My prayer while running the red lights to the emergency room: Don’t make her suffer this again; if it’s what You want, I’ll let her go this time.

After I found that sticky, empty carton this morning, I cried for twenty minutes straight.

It turned out to be an infection--a normal, drink this bubble gum flavored antibiotic for two weeks, kind of an infection.

Her final dose was today, and tonight, Jennifer wants to bake brownies instead.


Photo: By Cookantean (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons