We aren’t sleeping. She’s in too much pain. Every day is one more test to determine what I already know: they need to kill this thing. I’ve seen Smush once in 10 days. Punkin twice. I have never felt so utterly helpless. All my babies need me, and I can’t help any of them.
I want to trade places with her. I want to take all her pain and suffering. And I can’t touch it.
Screw cancer. She’s gonna beat this with a vengeance.