Didn’t sleep well. Got maybe 3 hours of broken sleep. Kept waking up and checking to make sure I didn’t miss a phone call. I’m off to the hospital again shortly. Picking up something to eat on the way. Maybe I’ll come home later for some rest.
But no midnight calls means that we hopefully have more time for dad to fight his way back. I know he’s not ready to go and none of us are ready for him to leave.
Stay strong Daddy! Logan has another video for you and some poems he wants me to read.
The Cancer Chronicles 