When my son became ill, time stopped. Every parent fears this moment, but living through it, the hospital visits, the uncertainty, the watching your child fight something beyond their control, changes you at a cellular level.
The unknown illness, the diagnosis, the treatment plan, the execution, the recovery. So many rough seas to navigate. Hope...hopelessness... the utter lack of control and not knowing the outcome and what that'll mean for the future.
Fight or flight right? But after so long, the mind just goes numb to the pain. And there is nothing there but moving forward; whatever the outcome.
The outcome was good in the end. But the journey, it's always about the journey right? Most readers know it's not about the ending, it's the journey that changes us!