The stem cell transplant will be within the next 10 days. I have no choice but to face that fear, and in it find the grace to love Art with all my might. I am still scared. We both are. And we have no one to hold onto but each other. What a fuckin' ride it's gonna be.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
The Thing
Ok so here's the thing. I'm afraid. I am afraid Art will die. I have been trying so hard to dodge that one thing, that one terrifying thought.
The stem cell transplant will be within the next 10 days. I have no choice but to face that fear, and in it find the grace to love Art with all my might. I am still scared. We both are. And we have no one to hold onto but each other. What a fuckin' ride it's gonna be.
The stem cell transplant will be within the next 10 days. I have no choice but to face that fear, and in it find the grace to love Art with all my might. I am still scared. We both are. And we have no one to hold onto but each other. What a fuckin' ride it's gonna be.
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