This was the conversation between my daughter Lucy and myself at bedtime last night;
Lucy: Mammy how did you catch that thing that you have?
Me: What thing Lucy?
Lucy: That fibrobibo thing that you have? Who did you get it from?
Me: Well it's not like a cold. You don't just catch it.
Lucy: How did you get it then?
Me: The doctors don't know. sometimes something goes wrong in the body and it doesn't work properly.
Lucy: So why are you in pain all the time. What's broken?
Me: When you get a cut on your finger, there is a little signal sent to the brain saying that you are in pain. But with me it's like a a cd with a scratch in it. The same message is being sent over and over again.
Lucy: So you're not really in pain. So if we just distracted you all the time and made you think of other things, then the messages wouldn't get through.
Me: Giggle. Yea Lucy maybe we could try that!
Lucy: Well what are the doctors going to do to fix it?
Me: The doctors don't know how to fix it.
Lucy: Well then I've got a good plan Mammy. When I say my prayers tonight, I'm going to ask God what can be done to fix you. During the night God will tell me and then I'll tell you and then you can tell the doctors and then you can be fixed. Hey Presto!