This is for my grandaughter who has second stage Acute Lymphatic Leukemia! God continue to bless her. Angel Baby! Granma's lady, diva in training , why is your color waning, why is your breathing straining? I watch you daily and look for all signs of illness or trouble where it does not belong. I go on vacation under duress, the family says I am stressed and need rest. I return with a feeling that something is wrong and wouldn't you know it, it wasn't to long... Before words of cancer and blood transfusions, and chemo and more. The words were like a slap, I was dropped to the floor. Anemic, malnourished, I may have understood... How could this happen to a child that is so good. I gather my strength when I walk through the door, her Granma, is who she has been calling for. I look at her face and show no fear, and whisper quite calmly "Granma is here!" Ten nights we stood vigil as cancer had it's way as they poked and they prodded you every single day. I painted your toenails and played with your dolls and when the pain was unbearable and everyone else ran for the hall. I cradled you in my arms and rubbed your body. God, if you have come to take my baby from me...Then I think there is something that I cannot see. A plan is unfolding to bring people together, in good , unpleasant and bad weather. Like war torn countries we walk around like zombies. And all the time something inside me says, this battle is not over, it has yet to be fought, so stay positive above all doubt and it will all work out. Through three months of chemo , and hair loss and doctor's visits my baby turned five years old. She tells me things that only the old should know, but then she is an old soul. Now , as I watch her dance and play I thank God for each blessed day. He decided to leave my Angel Baby, at least for today!