Anything for my girl...

 I'm dreading tomorrow, as I dread every chemo day. I am busy packing distraction games, crafts, snacks, prizes....anything I can find to pass the time. I am scrubbing our house clean, and trying to give my 8 month old baby the extra attention he so deserves before I am gone...again. Im really hoping the fish and tank I bought Tay yesterday doesn't add unnecessary germs to our home. Maybe I should have asked her doctor first? Shoot.... Maybe I should have saved the money for more important things....but yesterday it felt important to get those three beautiful fantail fish. Taylor was quiet on our way home from the hospital...too quiet. She seemed somber, staring out the window. I worried what she was thinking about.
We got home, and I raced out to buy the fish. I needed to have a happy end to a terrible day. I went to a pet store and was amazed how difficult it was to buy FISH! This isn't my first rodeo, I have owned fish, frogs, turtles...you name it. However, the gal working wanted all but my first born before she would sell me these fish! I wanted three small fantails, and she said I needed a 29 gallon tank....seriously....?? So I compromised and picked out smaller fish for my smaller tank. She then informed me that I can't take the fish today....I needed to let the water sit 48 hours (I bought spring water ahead of time), and come back for the fish. What!? I explained my situation and the need for my fish today...and the answer was still.... NO. My solution was to buy my tank from her, and run to a different pet store to get the fish. Such a rule breaker, I know! I was getting my girl some fish if it killed me.... even if that meant breaking all the "goldfish guidelines"! I checked out at Meijer, quite pleased with myself.... three beautiful fantails and a bottle of wine, far and away my most random combo.
Taylor was thrilled! She danced around me squealing. She helped set the tank up, and sprinkle the food in. She seemed to be extra sweet last night, extra thankful, extra happy. Mission accomplished. I added the three new fish to my prayers last night ("Spot, "Red", and "Smokey")....and they all are still swimming today! They too were traumatized, "saved" from a murky overcrowded tank, smashed together in a bag, jostled around on the drive home..... and now are swimming happily in their new home. I hope my sweet girl has a happily ever after too. I hope all of this leads her to a life free of cancer....nothing else matters...nothing.