The past however many months have been a blur. After she was first diagnosed I didn’t really sleep. Somehow we managed to adjust to the circumstances, somehow we managed to sleep, and yet somehow we wouldn’t feel any less tired.
It’s been a long, tough road. I say that even though I feel like I haven’t done much other than just be here. Cassie’s the one doing the fighting. Her doctors are assisting in the fight. I’m simply along for the ride, anxiously waiting for this chapter in our lives to be over.
It’s September somehow. This shit began back in February. We missed out on summer. Cassie’s birthday came and went.
What have I been doing? How have I spent my time? I barely recall what I’ve been up to even though I’m certain that there’s always been some “thing” that needed to be done next. It’s hard to believe that this thing is almost finished.
It’s like the past six months has just been a long list of things that needed doing. It kept us busy, focused, preoccupied… distracted.
We’re almost done babe.
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