I got up at 5:30am. C got up at 5. We went to the hospital. Little T went under. I worry a lot when Little T is anesthetized. More so than when he gets chemo. I can see him he gets chemo. He screams because he hates being held down, hates being stuck with a needle, but I can see him. I know he's still alive. But when he goes under, I don't
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