Spoiled Rotten

I come in her room today like usual, set down the food for her, do a general tidying up of her space (pick up empty medicine cups, empty bottles of water, take away leftover food trays, trash etc). I clear out the little refrig in her room of a few items that are a day too old. I take her dirty clothes down the hallway to the washer to do a load of wash. I come back to ask the question," How are you doing today?" She proceeds to tell me that she's been feeling dizzy and almost passed out at the food cart and that she is going to get a blood transfusion this afternoon. Then she says that she is "spoiled rotten". "Explain", I say. "Well, you come in daily, bring me food, clean my room, do my laundry, get me things..." Laughing I say, "Yes, you are a spoiled child".  Here's to my spoiled rotten child, may your good cells reproduce quickly and this summer fly by fast!