Some days are worse than others.
Today was one of those days.
So was last Friday.
And you can bet next Wednesday will be bad too.
Simply because the calendar says it's the 14th, the 20th, the 26th. Stupid calendar. Actually, I don't even need the calendar. Like clockwork, it just shows up - along with the knot in my stomach, the lump in my throat, and the constant replay of events that took place March 14-26.
Today we reached the six-month mark.
On March 20, we found out our seemingly healthy 9-year-old daughter had leukemia.
I could go on and on and on about the details of that day. There's not a one I can't recall. But today I'll keep it short.
We naively thought March 20 was the worst day of our lives.