I hope that I am wrong. I want to be wrong. I want ... I need time. I don't feel like I have healed from the last fight enough to dive into another. I hate feeling sorry for myself ... but today I do.
I don't want to say it out loud. I don't want to talk about it. I am not ready to call my doctor.
I just keep on telling myself it is something else. There is just no way those little cells could still be growing after what we did to them. All the rest of me sacrificed so much ... how do I make sense of that. I guess I had to know ... I had to hope.
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- I am doing my best to find the good things in my life and cherish them. I love deeply. I laugh hard (so hard I sometimes snort). I still dream and believe that dreams are meant to be followed. I try to depend on God. I have so much to learn. I hope.
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I love you.
We love you too kid.
Dave and Chris
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