Just barely 4 years old and yet this conversation happened today, just after his fever spiked again:
Me (Amanda): “Idani, which friends were you talking about yesterday when you said ‘it’s ok to be sick because you get to meet new friends?’ Were these friends the nurses? The CNA?”
Idan: “No. I was talking about the friends I will meet when I go to an outside school that’s a real school.”
In one sentence he manages to break my heart into a million pieces and put it all back together again. He is all too aware of the purpose and goal of the transplant (perhaps more than we know), and he is therefore willing to endure the pain and significant discomfort because he sees a better future for himself. So do we.