I received an email today from a woman who is also an aunt to a young niece. She said she loved the part in my essay where I wrote about Daphne. Being an aunt has brought me more joy than I ever could have imagined - it's wonderful to hear from others who feel the same about their nieces.
Though she was only seven months old when I was diagnosed, Daphne played a huge part in my recovery. There was something about the way she never flinched at my appearance that was deeply comforting. She was a reminder that life goes on - I watched as she changed from day to day and grew in the most extraordinary ways. I was overwhelmed by her energy. I called her my little healer.
She is three and a half now, and very musical. I no longer sing to her - she now sings to me. And I am the perfect audience.
Though she was only seven months old when I was diagnosed, Daphne played a huge part in my recovery. There was something about the way she never flinched at my appearance that was deeply comforting. She was a reminder that life goes on - I watched as she changed from day to day and grew in the most extraordinary ways. I was overwhelmed by her energy. I called her my little healer.
She is three and a half now, and very musical. I no longer sing to her - she now sings to me. And I am the perfect audience.
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