Three years ago today. . .
We were headed to California. Steven had just had a biopsy of his leg and a confirmed diagnosis of osteosarcoma. I had never felt such acute anxiety. I practically hadn't slept or eaten in two days. What a difference the years have made. It is weird to look back at that experience and feel like a bit of an outsider, when it shaped us so much into who we are today. I feel like I have forgotten so much, maybe on purpose. Today I found out that my cousin's boy has leukemia. I can't get him out of my mind. When I told Steven, his face went white, he was horrified. I may have mentioned that just as school was starting, a boy at Steven's school, in his grade, was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. These instances are hitting too close to home, and while I should be some sort of big help, I feel like my hands are tied by the very thing that should make me the most helpful. It's weird. There is a reason I don't write much anymore--it's part...