This Truth, My Foundation
We crawled back in the car for the second round of doxorubicin and cisplatin. This is the same, brutal chemotherapy combination he got on his first admission. I couldn’t make…
Read moreWe crawled back in the car for the second round of doxorubicin and cisplatin. This is the same, brutal chemotherapy combination he got on his first admission. I couldn’t make…
Read more14. September. Monday. Someone messaged me on Instagram and said she doesn’t know why, but David and I were impressed on her mind so strongly when she read these verses.…
Read moreFrom the first day, I wondered how we would tell Liam about surgery. How do you look at a child and tell him he might never run again? How do…
Read moreIt’s a word that comes to my mind a lot the last while. Fierce. I feel fierce when I fight for Liam. Not fierce in an I will attack you…
Read moreIt’s impossible to describe what it’s like to be a cancer mom. But maybe if you try to imagine packing for a stay in multiple directions for your family almost…
Read moreIt’s September. It’s hard to know what day of the week it is, much less what month. It’s so cold in the hospital that I feel as though we moved…
Read moreThis week has been a beast. On Sunday Liam threw up again. Delayed nausea from Cisplatin is so mean. You think you’re finished with chemo, but the nausea keeps sneaking…
Read moreI can’t think of titles for these posts. My brain has paragraphs and paragraphs going through it that are full of emotion and words upon words. But when I try…
Read moreLife has turned into a blur. Liam was still so ill on Monday. He couldn’t keep anything down in spite of all the meds. David traded out with me for…
Read moreLiam was still vomiting from the first day when we started the second day. It’s a brutal schedule. Doxorubicin, which many call the red devil. It’s literally the color of…
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