I tiptoe through my day.
Afraid to ask.
Afraid to know.
It is my constant.
The weight of it.
I won’t think.
I won’t plan.
There are no answers.
My heart suffocates.
I ache.
I fear.
It is unthinkable.
I pull myself up.
I hope.
I love.
I get strength from you.
I love it – so true.
I get strength from all of you.
Love Mom
Hold on Jen. I can’t imagine how long the time must feel when you’re waiting for news. I hope when it does come that it’s the best news.
I have always said that it’s the stress that kills you, not the cancer. People ask what it feels like and I say it’s like the feeling you get inside when you are in your bed and you hear an intruder downstairs – super stress mode. Waiting is the worst part.
Hang on.
to quote you: “we’re in this together”.
Laughter, laughter & more laughter. Your Mom is fantastic at laughter. And when she doesn’t feel much like it, it’s your job to make sure she still can.
Lots of love to you all.