I've sat down at the computer for the last two days trying to put my thoughts together for this post, but the truth is I can't (and every time I start to type the tears begin to flow). I'm having a hard time putting my thoughts into words - so please forgive me if this post is all over the place or a bunch of rambling. Two years ago we made the decision to stop treatments and to come home to hospice. Two years later (to the date) Jon's parents made the same decision. Jon's Dad has been battling lung cancer for a little over a year now. Two weeks ago he was admitted to the hospital for various reasons - and Monday they brought him home to start hospice care. He wasn't home long when the decision was made to bring him to the Serenity House (almost two years to the exact day TJ was brought there). I'm not going to lie - this hasn't been easy. It just doesn't seem fair. This road is all too familiar and I can't believe we are going through it again two years later. I ask that you please keep Glenda and the rest of the family in your prayers.
I'm going to stop there - my thoughts just aren't coming out right - and the tears won't stop.
TJ with Grandpa Don