We wake up this morning, both hopeful and dreading the day.
Dreading the day because we know that there is nothing to change what we currently know right this minute.
Hopeful because...well you gotta have hope, right?
We wait for the oncologist to call so that we have a plan for chemo and radiation planned out.
Did you know that one of the signs that there is trouble ahead is that you can turn "yellow"?
I keep racking my mind wondering if there was a point that he was yellow and I missed it?
I keep repeating the diagnosis inside my head and I almost laugh because it sounds so ludicrous.
This can't be happening.