you can tell she's dying just by talking to her on the telephone...never mind the rising ca-125 levels despite the years of chemo...it's in her voice...the pain, the anger...the fear...and i just want to tell her that it's ok, she doesn't need to be brave for us anymore...but i can't find the right words, i can't say it without my own voice breaking...
me, breaking down, crying at long last...crying because i can't stop it, crying because...because...because.
how much time is left on the clock? does it do any good to wonder? i know. don't ask anymore.
2 comments:
As nice blog,but you could have made this blog more cool if you could configure essay writing service the language changer pluigin but all the same you have done a good job:)
just loved your thoughts your wordings your ideas...! keep it up...!
:)
Post a Comment