Diary entry in the scrapbook
Yesterday was spent in the hospital. I was on a morphine drip for a good portion of the day, and the time I didn't spend in a soporific haze was spent with rounds of tests.
The cancer has started metastasizing. I don't know how much time I have left. It went into remission before, but I can't count on that happening again.
I don't think Alexander is ready to see me yet. Soon, though, I hope. I can't die without seeing my little boy again, even though I know he's not so little anymore.
The cancer has started metastasizing. I don't know how much time I have left. It went into remission before, but I can't count on that happening again.
I don't think Alexander is ready to see me yet. Soon, though, I hope. I can't die without seeing my little boy again, even though I know he's not so little anymore.