Tomorrow is the two year anniversary of Henry's diagnosis.
This time of year is so hard. The smells, the leaves turning, the crisp air, all brings so much back. His diagnosis, his surgery, our utter shock and horror, and then his relapse the following year coinciding.
Halloween is even worse. For the last two years I've put on a strained happy face so the kids could enjoy it, hating every minute. Henry was so scared in 07, it was just after his craniotomy and he felt awful. Last year was our Disney trip, we were trying so hard to feel happy, especially for the girls, but he again felt terrible.
This has been a hard week. A dear friend has received some bad health news related to her own child. I can feel her anger and confusion, it mirrors my own two years ago.
We have our bereavement group again this week, I have been looking forward to it since the last one. I'm hoping for a little relief.