what the heart sees.

I am reading a book, The Best American Medical Writing 2009. It's a collection of essays about, duh, medicine. All the essays are really great, but one in particular struck me today. It was a story about how this woman's 2 year old niece had retinoblastoma, a cancer of the eye -- and the grandfather was a well-respected opthamologist who suspected something months before, and blamed himself for not insisting she be seen earlier. It made me think of my nephew, and I swear to G-d, it physically hurt me to think of anything like that happening to him. I could not imagine life without him. G-d forbid. He is filled with such joy and love, and has brought happiness to everyone in our family, and I would not want to see him hurt for a second. I would rather hurt for years than have him hurt for a minute. But it made me think. And it made me look at pictures of him to make sure there was no white spot in his eyes. (A common sign of retinoblastoma). And I know I love my nephew - and at this point, I'm sure everyone else knows, too....but reading this essay truly brought it to my heart's attention. I would move mountains if Trey needed medical attention. But I hope I never have to.