Perpetual chemo. It sounds like such a drag. But c'est la vie.
I was sitting around
I decided to sit there and hold him. It's rare these days for my still-very-much-a-baby 3 year old to sleep in my arms. What was my rush to take this moment and exchange it for the freedom to move about my little kingdom?
So I decided that this would be my celebration. I would spend the next 2 hours just holding this baby because I could. Because I CAN. 2 years ago I laid in bed in a daze of tears, wondering if I would even be alive to hold 3 year old Lachlan. On this day, I silently celebrated with him; innocently obviously to what the future holds.