May 2, 2011
The next person that tells me Ronan wants to go home, to heaven, can piss off
Holy Fuck. How did I get here? I’m at The Ryan House; the most beautiful place we have been so far on this journey because my son is going to die? And everybody knows this except me? Am I in that movie, “The Truman Show,” where everything is just pretend and I’m some experiment being…Bad Peter, blue eyes, Camelback Mountain, Charisma Carpenter, Chemotherapy, childhood cancer, Cowboy Guns, Dr. Campbell, Dr. Eshun, Dr. Giselle Sholler, Family, Fernanda Borletti, friendship, god, heaven, Home, honesty, I love Fernanda Borletti, life, love, maya thompson, miracles, Mr. Sparkly Eyes, new york city, New York Miss Macy, Paul Frank, prayers, raw, Ro baby, Rockstar Ronan, Stacy Frakes, Star Wars, Strawberries and Whipped Cream, Team Woody, tears, The Princess, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, The Ryan House, true love, Truman Show, twins, Woody, woody thompson
Please don’t leave me
Please tell me today didn’t happen. Please tell me I didn’t have a conversation with my husband about what we are going to do for Ronan’s services. Please tell me I then didn’t go to Hava Java and sit with Fernanda, Stacy, Marisa, Danielle, Tricia, and Macy about planning everything. This all happened so fast.…angels, arizona, best friends, Cancer, Childhood Disease, doctors, Dr. Eshun, Dr. Giselle Sholler, faith, Hava Java, love, maya thompson, morphine, Neuroblastoma, pain, Phoenix, phoenix children’s hospital, Rockstar Ronan, sadness, sleep, Star Wars, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, The Ryan House, twins, woody thompson
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