I danced an Irish jig

What do you say when the nurse calls and tells your daughter that she is cancer-free?

Words, of course, can never express the relief and happiness I felt.

I didn’t say anything. After 15 months of watching Ranna battle cancer and trying my best to help her and sometimes fearing the worst, how could I find the best words to tell her how much I love her—to tell her that nothing is more important than my family and their health and their happiness?

I didn’t try to explain.  I had told Ranna that as soon as I learned that the cancer was gone, I would dance an Irish jig.

And that’s what I did. I danced a very lively Irish jig. One-Two. Hop-Hop back. Two-Three-Four.


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