This is part of our story, just over a year of time. About three months into my eldest son's treatment for cancer, I began to keep a daily journal - it's the only time I was so consistent. I don't make any apologies for the writing, it is exactly how things happened, how they unfolded. Sometimes real life is boring, sometimes it is funny, and still other times it is just plain hard.
I am hoping that by looking back, I can move forward.