The Day My World Fell Apart

The funny thing about life is that no one tells you what day your world starts falling apart.

I was going through some pictures on my phone when I came across this one. I didn't know it then, but my world was beginning to unravel.

September 3, 2021.

I don't know why I took this selfie. I'm guessing it was because the day was supposed to be full of excitement. James was doing testing in preparation for a clinical trial. We spent all day at the hospital, going back and forth between buildings, doing all the tests necessary to qualify James for the trial.

I was on my phone the entire time, looking at the test results. Everything came back fantastic.

The last day's test was an ultrasound of where James's tumor had been removed.

I remember anxiously waiting for the results on the ride home when they finally came through. Test results are challenging to decipher, but something about it didn't seem right.

Then, James got a call.

His cancer had already returned & because of that, he could no longer participate in the trial.

What followed were three months of pulling out all the stops to try to save James's life.

Now that I'm on the other side of this, I could nitpick all of the inconsistencies in James's care, but I honestly think everyone did what they could to the best of their ability with the information they had at the time. It was just something super tragic that happened despite everyone's best efforts...

And it all started falling apart on September 3.