The Mornings
Hi, Joey’s mom here. Thought I’d comment on somethings I remember feeling at the beginning of the journey. I can vividly remember waking up one morning about a month after diagnosis, I hadn’t even become fully awake and I was already crying. George, my husband, woke up and reached out for me. I wonder aloud ”Will there ever be a day when I wake up and the first thought I have won’t be - Oh god, my son has cancer.” I couldn’t see it then, and never thought I would but I am here to tell you those dark mornings pass and you do eventually wake up with a smile on your face. Maybe not for a good while, but time does take some of the pain away. So cry when you need to and move on to the next step.