Well, this will tie with the two other worst days of my life:
1. The day my husband was diagnosed with Myastenia Gravis.
2. The day out son stopped breathing altogether and I used mouth to mouth and breathing treatments to get him stable enough to go to the hospital where he stayed for three days in a tent.
3. Today. My brother has cancer.
Cancer.
My brother.
There is the life before the phone call, then the splintered remains of what had seemed so important scattered around my huddled, weeping mass clutching the stupid phone...
1. The day my husband was diagnosed with Myastenia Gravis.
2. The day out son stopped breathing altogether and I used mouth to mouth and breathing treatments to get him stable enough to go to the hospital where he stayed for three days in a tent.
3. Today. My brother has cancer.
Cancer.
My brother.
There is the life before the phone call, then the splintered remains of what had seemed so important scattered around my huddled, weeping mass clutching the stupid phone...