I got this card from five:
And on the inside, according to five, the card says this:
I thought my shark would eat all your cancer for you and rescue you. But now I don’t want my shark to eat your cancer because I don’t want my shark to die. That’s what I learned about cancer. So I am sorry to tell you the bad news but the doctor will cut your tummy and take that cancer out because it is really bad stuff. Then I am sorry to tell you this is called surgery. And also I can visit you at the hospital. And also when you come home you will need to be very quiet and still because you might be very tired. And I am sorry to tell you please don’t throw up on me. Maybe use the trash. And I am sorry to tell you that if your hair comes out, you will be bald as a doorknob. So I hope you whisper to the angels. Because you promised to be my mom. And make me do homework. I love you. And don’t forget I am your favorite five year old. (Toddler) is nice, too, but she screams a lot. So I will take care of daddy while you are gone, but he can take care of the screamer baby. You are hilarious, mom. This will be delicious.
Then he said, “I had to scribble like that because cancer is ugly bad news.”