I am writing this from the children’s oncology wing of a major university hospital. It seems my wife and I have just become the mothers of a Boy Genius with leukemia. We are trying not to fall apart as he receives platelet transfusions and goes in for a bone marrow biopsy and lies here with tubes all in his arms. We are trying to figure out how we don’t end up in total ruin. We are trying to figure out how to stay strong because our boy needs us.
How the fuck did this happen to us?
I’m sure I will be writing more. We will be here for at least a month. I will need something to do with my hands.
I am terrified. I am angry. I am shaking and numb.