No, I wasn't crying, the water in our apartment just sounds like a woman whaling.

I had to have an ugly cry tonight, err this morning. My 4 year old daughter has cancer. There, I said it, ok I typed it. It has been a lot easier to type then to say in the last 4 days, it's Saturday at 4 am and Friday night I got to come home for the first time since we rushed our daughter to the hospital on Tuesday. My heart feels like it might break for the pain my little girl has been experiencing and will have to endure over the next year. She has Rhabdomyosarcoma, she has to go through a year of treatments including 8 types of chemo and radiation for 5 weeks, because of the chemo she will loose her hair, the hair we have told her over and over is so beautiful and that women pay lots of money to have. It has natural highlights and honey low-lights it's very straight and she knows mommy spends time straightening her curly hair. I just don't know how to talk to her about the hair loss. My husband thinks I am morbid when I talk of braiding it then cutting the braid off for a scrap book. She has a cousin who has a bob and it's so cute I am hoping I can talk her into letting us cut it short before it starts to fall out.

PS the shower at the hospital has that same whaling woman sound too.