During Mothers Day dinner, Skye showed me a "Humans of New York" post about an oncologist who, after 30 frustrating years of waiting and hoping for successful treatment options for a rare form of brain cancer, refused to see any more patients. Within a few years of this decision, a neurosurgeon successfully removed cancerous cells from the centre of a child's brain with a catheter and today, this form of cancer has a rising survival rate.
I was visibly moved by the post, and Aaron reached for my arm, inclined his head towards me and asked, "Mom, are you getting misty-eyed?"
I laughed and said, "Yes. Where did you learn that word?"
A3: "Harry Potter, of course!"
A2: "What does it mean?"
A3: "Almost crying for happiness."
Yes, isn't it so.
