Here’s what I did this morning: I followed the slow, painful death of a two year old little girl through my Twitter feed. Sound like a horrific way to the pass time? Well, it was.

I’d only planned to stop by Twitter for a couple of minutes this morning, get my fix, tweet a snarky comment or two, and then get a little photo editing done. My mornings have a sequential order to them: cup of coffee, change a diaper, and then check Twitter. Pluck anyone of those things out of my morning routine and risk the earth rotating off it’s axis.

Once at Twitter, I came across a tweet from @allisonzapata, a woman I follow there. It didn’t contain any naughty words, or ruffle my liberal sensitivities, yet it caught my attention:

“Wondering how @LaylaGrace is doing this morning.”

I wondered, who’s Layla Grace? So I followed the link to her family’s blog where I learned that Layla Grace is a two year old (like my two year old) little girl (like my little girl) dying from a painful cancer, neuroblastoma.

KNIFE. IN. THE. HEART.

The tweets kept coming, and I realized that little Layla Grace was probably very near the end. As in this is it...

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