And It's Beginning To Snow

She has acute myelogenic lymphoma. She came to New York from Nigeria for a chance. She flew here with a blood count so low, it's surprising she didn't bleed out on the plane. The first night I took care of her, she pleaded "God help me, God help me, God help me, God help me" over and over again in a dark and strange room to a cold and un-answering ceiling, with only me to hold her hand as she threw up over and over again. She had a central line placed. She received chemotherapy. She lost her hair. Every last strand. She has had pain buckle her knees and take her breath away. But tonight, in the middle of this foreign place so far from home, she saw snow for the first time. And her eyes lit up like little moons.