So many nights on the road I woke up not knowing where we were or when we were. That same dazed disorientation has descended upon me since Hudson's diagnosis yesterday.
But I'm starting to work my way through this mad, miasmic maze to the stone cold stark reality that Hudson has cancer.
Shit, didn't I just give a speech about this the other day?
'Oh woe is me' is the pity party we throw ourselves sometimes but it's absolutely essential. It means that you care enough to take it on 100%. 200%. 1,000%. I'm not good with math so I'll stop here.
I made many mistakes with Murphy's cancer and they haunt me still but I own them. There are no 'do overs' in life.
There's only today and tomorrow. Tomorrow is Day 2.