From Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul

The Prognosis

A young mother who had been diagnosed with a treatable form of cancer returned home from the hospital, self-conscious about her physical appearance and loss of hair following radiation. Upon sitting down on a kitchen chair, her son appeared quietly in the doorway, studying her curiously.

As his mother began a rehearsed speech to help him understand what he was seeing, the boy came forward to snuggle in her lap. Intently, he laid his head to her chest and just held on. His mother was saying, “And sometime, hopefully soon, I will look the way I used to, and then I’ll be better.”

The young child sat up thoughtfully. With six-year-old frankness, he simply responded, “Different hair, same old heart.”

His mother no longer had to wait for “sometime, hopefully soon” to be better. She was.

Rochelle M. Pennington

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