As I was leaving for work today, I was shocked to have my mom put a shirt on me. I am already covered with hair, so why did I need to wear a shirt. Well when I got to work at the children’s hospital, I understood. Today I was going to sit with my young friend as she received her Chemotherapy treatment. She is so brave and there is so little I can do, but the way she smiled when she saw me in my cute shirt, made it all worth while. I’m sure I will continue to protest when mom brings out the clothing, but maybe just a little less next time.