Chemotherapy isn’t really the answer I was expecting. I knew James was going to NYC to see a specialist…. and I knew it was serious, I just wasn’t really prepared to hear that they thought Chemo would be the most effective treatment. I didn’t cry while I was talking to him…. I’m not sure how I managed to hold it together, but I did. But since I hung up the phone I’ve been a mess. I hate that I’m not there with him when he needs me… and I hate that I don’t have even the slightest idea what we’re supposed to do now. This isn’t what I had in mind for our relationship…. but James and I came into each other’s lives at this time for a reason. God works in mysterious ways… and even if it doesn’t make sense right now, I know that someday it will.





