So I get on the plane this morning, tired and headachy and grouchy because it is way too early, and way too cold and way too Monday. And then I sit next to Greg, and find out that he is making the same Charlotte to Dayton commute that I am. Except he is flying back and forth so he can spend really fun weekends with his 2-year-old grandson. He smiles as he tells me about a sweet, smart, great kid, who is just a blast and really tough... and who is dying of neuroblastoma. Less than a month left, they think. A month that will end up being about 4% of his total lifespan, which has never had a day without cancer. Somebody please remind me of Greg the next time I think I have a single thing in my life to gripe about, ok?
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 00:51:12 +0000
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