She felt well enough today to take another walk to the playroom on the floor and draw some pictures with markers. She also regaled Beth and me with a story of what she is going to do once she gets out of here.
In short, she and her Uncle Eirik (my cousin) are going to tour America and Mexico in her band. She is going to play guitar and Eirik will play harmonica. And there will be a lot of pizza and soda. And she'll buy me some beer and Beth some coffee. So I am on board with this plan. I cannot vouch for Eirik's musical skills, however.
This Elle, the chatty storyteller, is the one we have missed for most of the past 10 days. And it is great to see it coming to the fore again.
She is laying in bed right now, watching her Tinkerbell DVD and drinking a cup of milk. She is so peaceful and content that it is almost impossible to believe there is a tumor in her chest.
But man, did Cancer ever pick on the wrong girl. She is doing this well right now. Imagine how much ass she'll kick when she gets pissed.