Jokingly the love of my life and I had referred to my leg as having superpowers. I mean… for what other reason could I be devoting so much attention to one part of my body for? Srsly. Ha! “Gotta maintain the awesomeness coming out of this thing…” (Just kidding, but roll with it.)
We had been joking about this superpowers concept since my first bout of treatment. It was the kind of thing that you say to yourself when you’re really trying to ‘grin and bear it’… ‘fake it until you make it’… ‘dress for success’... even though it’s not exactly the way you feel. Sometimes when I get down I still think about those moments and laugh to myself… if only I did have superpowers.
At any rate, my niece and nephew are in town. This morning during my pneumatic compression session, my five year old nephew walked into the room. (Don’t get me started on the “kid walks into the room unannounced” bit.) He walks over to the foot of the bed and in his best, most curious, “I’m the cutest kid in the world” voice he says, “What’s on your leg?” (While he points at the device.)
“It’s my “superpowers” machine.” I say without so much as blinking.
“What?!” He gasps. “Superpowers aren’t real.” He informs me.
“Um… then what’s this machine for?” I retort.
What else am I supposed to say to a five year old?! I’m just getting a kick out of the fact that I didn’t even think twice about the answer. Unfortunately, next thing you know, he’ll tell me that Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy aren’t real… pssshhhh...