Maggie and I went to the pharmacy on Saturday morning to pick up her blood pressure medicine. I had her on my hip (where she always is). While we were waiting to be helped, an elderly man asks, "Is she sick?". This question hit me like a ton of bricks. I thought for a minute and while I wanted to answer "well, only if you consider 1/2 a heart to be sick", I politely answered, "no, she's on this medicine all of the time". I have not thought about my daughter as "sick" for almost 2 years now. Once she had recovered from the 1st surgery and put some weight on, she no longer seemed "sick" to me.
Sick? Nope, not my girl!