At all the stares you get when you have to go into the store with your cancer baby all masked up. Thanks to my brain continuing to intermittently abandon me, I left Anderson's formula on the counter, thus had none to feed him with once we arrived at clinic this morning. So I had to pack them all up and take a trip to the local grocery store. Before the cancer, this would've been no big deal. But now, it requires a few supplies: a mask that fits Alaina, sanitizer wipes to clean the grocery cart with, and some hand sanitizer for every time Alaina tries to touch something in the store and succeeds. She's neutropenic right now, which means very VERY susceptible to getting sick.
The thing is, Alaina is still a 2 1/2-year-old little girl, albeit she talks amazingly well. She's back to her old self, which means it looks like someones beat her because of all the bruising due to her low platelets and high activity (like throwing herself on the ground so we'll tickle her...crazy child!).
Sometimes, when I do go out in public, I feel like wearing a sign that says, "Yes, my child is sick, but she's still a normal little girl, so STOP STARING." Unless, of course, you just plan on being polite and helpful, like the lady in front of us at the check out who let us go first, and the cashier, who quickly scanned a membership card to the store so I could get a hefty discount on the formula. Thank you, nice ladies who I don't know. You made my morning much much easier and more bearable!