"Momma, lay down here he-a."
(He motions to the couch).
"I'm your doct-a and I want to make you safe."
(He then uses the end of a jump rope to listen to my heart.)
(He then goes across the room and picks up a half-deflated balloon and places it on my stomach).
"This is your breast cancer and I make you bett-a. Ok, Momma?"
"Okay Credence, thanks..."
I finish my cancer treatment in 2 days...