So I don’t really know where to start…the last few weeks, on top of the last few months, have been so intense. I don’t really realize this until I start to wind down at the end of the day, then things hit me. When Jen is in the hospital, things really hit hard as I am alone in our apartment. When I am with Jen, I am focused, positive and upbeat; I block out thoughts that will only slow me down. I have to do this to keep my feet near the ground.
So many great things have happened recently. My exhibition was an incredible evening that I am still buzzing over. There was so much love in that room and I came home with some momentum. I needed that. Plus, the donations enable me to take care of Jen and not think about money for a while. I cannot describe how thankful I am to everyone who has donated to our cause. We know that not everyone has a support group like we do and we are thankful every day.
That said, it is still brutal and relentless watching Jen suffer. It is so hard to sit in her hospital room without wanting to crawl into the fetal position and wail. Why Jennifer? She is so special and has touched countless lives by just being herself and she gets cancer???
The few eyelashes that Jen has remind me of her. They won’t fall out.