One year ago today was Day Zero. The “before” was over; the “after” hadn’t quite started.
One year ago today was the day that started with a quick trip to the pediatrician to get my son treated for a persistent cough, and to ask some questions about his unusual bruises. One year ago today was the day that ended with a diagnosis of leukemia.
One year ago today I drove from the pediatrician’s office to Children’s Hospital. Most of that drive, my mental mantra was, “He’s going to be ok. He’s going to be ok. He’s going to be ok.” But for one brief moment, just as downtown Minneapolis first came into sight, I remember thinking… “If Julian died, I would die. I would not be able to function. I would JUST DIE.”
One year ago today I thought I would literally die from grief if one of my children died.
But today, I am alive.
Today, thanks to Julian, I understand more about being alive than I could have even imagined a year ago. And for that, I am grateful.