My radiation treatment was moved up so now I’m starting on Monday afternoon. It’s almost a week earlier. They didn’t say why, and I didn’t ask.
My new normal is to just feel bad every single moment of the day. It’s a big suck.
I signed Jackson up for a week of summer camp, and he’s very excited, which makes me happy. Three of his friends will be there the same week. I think this will be really good for him, and I’m glad I could make it happen. I’m running out of time to be able to do stuff like this for him. I just remind myself that the life insurance money will take care of him, even when I can’t do it myself.
