I need to write tonight. Ronan is wide awake, and we are having a party in his bed with applesauce, crackers, and Gatorade. His fever is gone — knock on wood. He’s giggly and saying lots of funny things. His spirits are good, and he wants to come home. Hopefully we’ll be able to this week.
Goodnight to all of our angels out there.
P.S. Tonight I grabbed a quick bite with my girlfriends — Sarah, Janet, and Kristen. Thank you for that, girls. I also got to go home and kiss my twins goodnight. Liam was already asleep, but I woke him up to do so. Quinn was awake, and it was so good to see him. So therapeutic.
He really let me hold him and love him.
It was while looking into his beautiful gray eyes that I swore to myself, over and over, that we will get Ronan through this. Quinn and Liam deserve to have their baby brother back home and healthy. Nobody is going to mess with the bond they have or take it away from them. Ever.
We were meant to be a family of five. Ronan is the perfect ending to our family, and it is going to stay that way.
So screw you, cancer.
YOU WON’T WIN.

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