My daughters' school friend R who I wrote about last year has been on an aggressive experimental chemo treatment for the last year.  About 2 months ago we heard that the chemo either hasn't worked, or induced a different kind of leukemia; R now needs a bone marrow transplant.  I was in the process of having a breakdown at my nephew's Bar Mitzvah, but I grabbled my face to make it stop - it was my nephew's day to be the center of attention, not mine.  Two days ago my daughters and R graduated elementary school, I thank God she was able to be there - and I hope to God they'll all have other graduations.

I just re-read last year's post on this topic, I was worried for my daughters, but I'm having a hard time with this myself.  I'm reminded of Molly Weasley's boggart from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (no spoilers here, read the chapter titled The Woes of Mrs. Weasley).  R's mom C is living every parents' boggart, and she has to keep it together for her children.  I wish there was something I could do, and I don't ever want to be in her shoes.