A mother's fight through her child's battle with Leukemia
Friday, June 12, 2015
Can you help me shave my hair?
BJ left me a note on the doorframe of his room Thursday night. Friday morning, when I went to wake him up, I found the note, and then quietly went back to my room to cry. Hair is such a trivial thing in the grand scheme of things, but it's also a normality, one that at some level disguises the truth...