December 18, 2008
It’s the end of the day and I’ve just received the call that I already knew the answer to. With all my heart, I had hoped and prayed that the news would be different. Your tumor has grown and there is a second tumor suspected in your lung. I can’t stop crying. My heart is broken and I can’t figure out how to fix it. You sit next to me, looking up, tipping your head, in your mind the world no different than it was this morning. but I know differently. I am just so sad…
