This morning, AJ asked me a question.
“Mommy…the medicine you’ve been taking. The one that made your hair fall out and made you feel bad. It’s going to make you all better, right? I know you have to take a lot of medicine for a long time, but it’s going to make you all better, right?”
All I could answer, “I hope so, baby. I hope so.”
And then, I cried, but not where he could see.