After her last chemo treatment, all my daughter wanted was a calm pool day. I reserved two lounge chairs, clipped our towels, and left for smoothies. When we returned, a stranger was in our spot, our towels were in the trash, and her cruel words nearly ruined the first good day Mia had in months.
Mia finished her last round of chemo 11 days before the resort trip.
Not the kind of finished where everyone claps and the story ends. The kind where the doctor smiles carefully and says, “We’re done for now,” because everybody in that room knows hope has learned to speak cautiously.
Still, Mia heard the important part.
Done.
Mia finished her last round of chemo 11 days before the resort trip.
She looked at me from the exam table, thin legs swinging under the paper gown, one hand resting over the hospital bracelet she still refused to take off.
“Can we go somewhere with a pool, Mom?” she asked.
I blinked.
“A pool?”
“Yes. Like a regular kid.”
I booked the resort that afternoon.
It was only an hour from home, but to Mia it might as well have been Hawaii.
“Can we go somewhere with a pool, Mom?”
She packed three swimsuits though she had never worn them before, her pink goggles, a paperback she had no intention of reading, and the stuffed dolphin one of the nurses had given her during treatment.
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At check-in, the front desk clerk gave us towel clips with our room number written on the tags.
“Just clip your towels to the reserved chairs overnight or before breakfast,” she explained. “The pool gets crowded fast.”
I thanked her.
“The pool gets crowded fast.”
Then apologized because Mia dropped her goggles.
Then apologized again when my card didn’t scan the first time.
The clerk smiled gently.
“No trouble at all.”
I barely heard her.
That was what the last year had done to me. Hospitals, insurance forms, school emails, and waiting rooms.
Somewhere along the way, I had started apologizing before asking for anything, as if needing help was already an inconvenience.
I had started apologizing before asking for anything.
The next morning, Mia woke before sunrise.
Her swimsuit hung loose on her small frame, but she stood in front of the mirror and grinned.
“Do I look like a pool girl?”
“You look like the pool might not survive you, sweetheart.”
She laughed, then touched the bracelet again.
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