05/01/2026
..this is childhood cancer… or at least a small part of it
The tape left behind because it’s too painful to remove.
The bandages that need to be changed, again + again.
The tubes hanging from your chest, reaching into the veins near your heart.
The lines that carry poison into your body in the hope that it heals.
The scars that only begin to tell your story.
The fragile sense of freedom that follows.
even though he’s no longer here, I carry this with me every day.
I think about him constantly every second, every breath.
I would give anything to go back to this moment.
I do go back… in my dreams.
because even then when everything was hard, painful, uncertain
he was still here
the truth is, that’s still what I’m doing now, every single day…
trying, in every way I can, to keep him with us
