Welp. Forgot who I was and what I was doing and I went to the cancer centre in my cozy clothes. Basically my jammies. Baggy tank and sweat shorts.
But then there was Brady, in all grey, matching his sling, judging me for judging me.
So I got over it instead and kept on trucking. Comfort won that battle today and I’m not mad about it.
We have GONE all day long and I’m very much anticipating laying my head down for night. It is so crazy to me as I go through the days events how every single event of the day has been a gift for us. Every person who came by came to help us. Every text that was sent was an offer or an encouraging message. At every corner, we’ve been cared for.
Even if we went out in public in our jammies.