Shock.
Two words
Hitting you like a train.
It takes a second to sink in.
The reality of it all.

Denial.
No. Not possible.
He is so young.
The doctor said he was fine.
This cannot be happening...

Anger.
Screaming at the heavens.
Why me?
I thought my God cared.
So then why is he doing this?

Fear.
What will happen to our family?
Is he going to die?
Will he ever walk me down the isle?
What if...?

Reality.
The tests, doctors, meetings.
They all blend together.
I can't separate one from another.
Because they all say the same things.

The Unknown.
They say chemo will make him weak.
He may not be able to do basic things.
And the same question still haunts me:
Will he make it?