Last time, it was just what I did as a matter of survival.
But asking for help all the time is exhausting.
And just like Art's body struggling to recover from each round of chemo, struggling harder than last time. I struggle too. Feeling more beaten down, finding it harder and harder to get back up.
It’s hard to be consistently vulnerable.
We hope he will come home tomorrow. His numbers are on the rise. Maybe I can rise with them.