Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Man o Man, today is one year to the day of the beginning of the end. John entered the hospital one year ago today. Were we full of hope or fear, it is hard to remember since everything is clouded with the end result. I would like to pretend that I had full unshakable faith John would get through it and survive. Mostly I remember being really mad because we misplaced his insurance card that he insisted be laminated the day before. And then the waiting around.
I know that mostly I still do not want the label that has been thrown on me, " Mother of someone who passed away". I know as long as I keep fighting this label I will not have to feel the amount of pain I am sure is lurking just around the corner.
I know that mostly I still do not want the label that has been thrown on me, " Mother of someone who passed away". I know as long as I keep fighting this label I will not have to feel the amount of pain I am sure is lurking just around the corner.
