My 12 year old son just recently brought home a poem reflecting his feelings about the stem cell transplant his 2 year old sister was undergoing at the time. It gives me a glimpse of what life is for him during this time. I thought you might appreciate it.

I am weird, smart
I wonder when my baby sister will get back from Ok City
I hear weird whistling from my window
I see little green dots sometimes
I want my baby sister to be healed from cancer
I am weird, smart

I pretend to act like I could take my sister's cancer & give it to me
I feel that my sister will live
I touch my sister everytime I see her
I worry that my sister will have all these scars
I cry for my sister
I am weird, smart

I understand that my sister will have scars
I say that my sister is healed
I dream that my sister is healed
I try to make my sister feel good about this
I hope she doesn't have scars
I am weird, smart