Yes, I am embaressed to admit it, but I watched The Last Song the other night. Personal opinion- would have been better without Miley Cyrus, I just couldn't buy into her character.
Now me personally; I never cry at movies, I get goose bumps never tears. I cried like a crazy hormonal pregnant lady (Don't go getting any ideas, its not even possible).
But all this made me realize, as much as I feel like I am in a good place now, I will never be able to emotionally handle cancer or childhood illnesses. I think to everybody else, those things suck, it nothing anyone ever wants to deal with but until it becomes a reality of your everyday life it just an abstract thought.
Liam is home and doing well. Earlier today he was cruising around the coffee table as I was in the kitchen boiling eggs to color, he paused from throwing things off the table to stop and wave to me. The longer we are home the better he becomes. It makes me dread Monday when we return to the hospital for Liam's final cycle of chemo. But the end is in sight.
22 more days of cancer