Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Locked in a bathroom

Wash's energy ran out before he could get his play-date/game this afternoon. He's refusing to listen to me, or take

his meds (properly). Also, apparently I am worth yelling at and giving nasty hand gestures to, because I informed

him he was not the only person with cancer, and other people might need me.

So, I'm the "bad guy" again.

Frakkin' brain cancer.

1 comment:

  1. Just remember, it isn't your beloved Wash yelling at you... it's the nasty thing in his brain. Try to remember that when it gets hard to cope with.

    Easy for me to say, I know, but I worry that the constant stress you're under makes it harder to recognise that it isn't Wash talking, it's a bunch of horrid cells forcing his brain to say this stuff.

    Stay strong, babe.