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There are days when I can't budge. I am angry and cranky and the tears come and come until my head hurts, and then they come some more. I weep and I rage and it's not fair to my family. They take the brunt of my outbursts. Then there are days when I want to do something. Anything. I don't care what it is. I just want progress. I will share the fundraiser for the family of the newly diagnosed child because I know what it's like to be there. To be scared. To be full of hope. I will promote the collection of shoes that are sold to raise money for childhood cancer research. Blood drive? Sure. I'll help with that.I'll give blood. I'll pass out juice to the donors. I will buy cookies at the bake sale for childhood cancer research on the folding table down the street put on by the little girls who went to school with my son and miss him on Valentine's day. I do too. I'll shave my head. I'll do anything. I am pulled in a million directions and I wonder i...