My job switched employers in July and I was awaiting for the job to begin once again. Originally, Andy and I thought that I would no longer work because of the job flexibility being lost, however, conveniently enough, they decided to contract the work out where I would be able to have my office at home. With this promise, we decided that I would work evenings and weekends and then have someone watch Maggie occasionally when I had to work during the day.
All was in place until yesterday the employer changed their mind. They wanted me sitting in an office for 8 hours a day. Anyone who knows our situation and dealing with a child with cancer knows this isn't feasibly possible. A child with cancer has a compromised immune system where putting them in child care would mean an automatic ticket to several days in the hospital dealing with fevers. Maggie also has not ever been around kids so regardless of her immune system, her body isn't used to dealing with other germs. On top of this, there are doctor visits, physical therapy sessions, and the much dreaded steroid week. These are all situations I see it necessary for me (or one of us) to be present.
So for this reason, Andy and I have decided that Maggie is much more important than financial security and we are willing to take the leap of faith (though I think we've been taking too many leaps lately and I'm getting a bit tired of it), to do what we think is right for our family. My would-have-been-employer told me last night after I had tried to negotiate the position and was declined, that she believes in miracles and if in 24 hours I could find child care for Maggie (which wasn't our main issue), that I should give her a call. I hope there are miracles, but not for the sake of my job, there are much bigger things to wish miracles upon, and she's sitting right beside me.