Burn baby, burn
Home. That’s where we are heading. No more hospitals, no more clinics, no more. As I sit here holding Ro on our flight home, all I can think about is, “Will this be his last airplane ride?” It can’t be possible. He was supposed to be coming with us, to Ireland soon. He was supposed…4th Birthday, angels, anger, arizona, AZ, baseball game, best friends, Cancer, Chemotherapy, childhood cancer, Childhood Disease, Conditions and Diseases, doctors, Dr. Maze, Energy, Family, Fernanda Borletti, friends, FUCK, god, Health, Home, honesty, Hospice, hospitals, Jet, judgement, love, Luke, marathon, maya thompson, mickey mouse, morphine, Mother’s Day, Neuroblastoma, new york city, reality, Rockstar Ronan, San Juan Islands, skydiving, Star Wars, tears, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, truth, Twin, twins
I’m not scared yet. Is that weird? Because at this point I should be scared shitless. And I don’t need to point out the obvious for you all to know what it is I should be scared about. Maybe it’s because I’m too numb, still in too much shock, or in deep denial. But I…“A”, angels, anger, arizona, AZ, beautiful strangers, best friends, bipolar people NOT allowed, bullshit, Cancer, Chemotherapy, childhood cancer, Childhood Disease, Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia, CHOP, Conditions and Diseases, Dr. Adams, Dr. Eshun, Dr. Kushner, Dr. Maze, Dr. Yale Mosse, Fernanda Borletti, fetal position, fighter, Fuck you cancer boots, I love woody, I love you to the moon and back, love, Luke, maya thompson, MIBG Therapy, new york city, Pat Tillman, Patty, phoenix az, phoenix children’s hospital, red-eye, Ro baby, Rockstar Ronan, tricia tinney, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, twins, woody thompson
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