Ah, the chaos of morning breakfast. “Hurry up. eat. get off your phone”.
J had left early for an appointment with our family GP. I reminded him to ask about A’s biopsy result.
The skies were eerily beautiful thay day— we had rain, sun, rainbows, crepuscular rays, etc.
J comes home and gives me the bad news —sending shockwaves across my entire body. What does this mean? What’s next?