Ronan. Your birthday. Daddy’s birthday. Liam and Quinn’s Birthday. Next up…. Father’s Day. Tomorrow. It’s hard enough having you gone, but having these “celebrations,” without you is unbearable. Tomorrow, I will somehow manage to get myself out of bed, somehow manage to go on about the day, somehow I will let your daddy know…arizona, AZ, beaches, birthdays, Boogie Boarding, bullshit, California, Cancer, Chemotherapy, childhood cancer, Childhood Disease, Coronado, Coronado Shores, Debbie Downer, Fucking Father’s Day, fucking firsts, Halloween, hotel del, I hate cancer, little seal, maya thompson, Neuroblastoma, open wound, Phoenix, phoenix children’s hospital, Rockstar Ronan, Ronan Sean Thompson, sadness, San Diego, seaweed, sunshine, Surfing, swimming pools, The Lunds, woody thompson
You must have been a beautiful baby
Ronan’s counts are still rising. He had a great day. I came to the hospital this afternoon with Liam and Quinn. The 9th floor blocked off the playroom for us so Ronan could play with his brothers. We stayed in there for about 3 hours and the boys played their little hearts out. The twins…angels, anger, arizona, asspole, AZ, baby blue eyes, bath time, beautiful boy, best friends, birthdays, bone marrow, Chemotherapy, Childhood Disease, Crayola, CSI, CT, Dr. Kushner, Dr. La Quaglia, Energy, facebook, Family, Health, Hospital, hospitals, iMac, iPhoto, love, maya thompson, MIBG scan, MRI, New York, new york city, New York Miss Macy, Phoenix, Ro baby, Rockstar Ronan, Scan day, sloan kettering, Star Wars, strength, tears, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, true friends, true love, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Twitter, woody thompson
The hands that refuse to let go
After a Friday evening meltdown, a sea of tears from both my husband and myself, we somehow managed to pull it together and put on our happy faces for the weekend. Time to pick ourselves back up off the bathroom floor and together; we did. We spent Saturday doing things around the house…
Home. Safe and sound. Tonight, my life flashed before my eyes as I pictured not having Ronan on a private jet to get him home. I seriously was almost sick to my stomach and I looked over at Trish and said, “Could you imagine if we would have had to fly home on a commercial…angels, arizona, baby ro, best friends, birthdays, bullshit, Cancer, Chemotherapy, childhood cancer, Childhood Disease, Dr. Eshun, dreams, Fred’s team, friendship, Happy Un-Birthday, Health, jake gyllenhaal, maya thompson, Neuroblastoma, new york city, New York City Marathon, pay it forward, Phoenix, phoenix children’s hospital, Rockstar Ronan, running, sloan kettering, true love, US Weekly, woody thompson
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