Sometimes all you have is those few moments of peace before the flood gates open again. I knew that the next days, weeks, months, even years possibly were going to be full of doubt and bad news. I was just hoping that at some point, we could expect the good news to outweigh the bad news. For sure the next two weeks were dreadful waiting for the prognosis.
leukemia
Draft Two: The Warrior
Sometimes all you have is those few moments of peace before the flood gates open again. I knew that the next days, weeks, months, even years possibly were going to be full of doubt and bad news. I was just hoping that at some point, we could expect the good news to outweigh the bad news. For sure the next two weeks were dreadful waiting for the prognosis.
Draft One: A Fighting Chance
Universe:
Bitch, My Shit is Custom
Universe:
So it’s St. Patty’s day 2010. I’m sitting in a hospital learning more about tracheotomy care than I ever wanted to. It’s not a bad thing, it’s actually kind of interesting. A specialized nurse came in with a box that looked like a trombone should be inside of it. I was unaware they had music lessons. It wasn’t a trombone. It was a baby doll with a pretend tracheotomy, hole and all. I don’t know how many times I blinked but after a while I realized that blinking wouldn’t get rid of it. It wasn’t a hallucination. It was a learning tool.
Neon Pants
Universe:
Adventures happen every morning here. I feel like I should be wearing a fedora. Indiana Jones always gets rudely awakened. So, technically, it’s not a rude awakening if it’s good news. However, when you stay up like an idiot until all hours of the night everything before noon is a rude awakening.
Simple Woman
Universe:
If someone had told me in November of 2009 that my son would be asleep for two months, I probably would have shot them. If someone had then told me that it was going to happen and I was going to be okay, I would’ve laughed…and then probably still shot them or shot them again. It’s hard to imagine living in your own version of hell. It’s hard to picture yourself being one of those poor saps that you hear about on the news or read about in the newspaper. It’s impossible to imagine yourself living through it.
