What room is there for fear?

  I wasn’t going to write this. It was Chemo Day for Patty this past Tuesday, and all day I thought about what I would write if I did write. And then there was that moment when I decided I wouldn’t write it. Couldn’t write it. I drove home knowing: I am not writing this….

It’s time.

It was Thursday, January 26th at 3:07 p.m. when I got the text (actually we all did because we have a group text, named “Winona” of course.)  Patty had gone to Moffitt Cancer Center that morning for her monthly check up; we were waiting to hear how it had gone: “Back to Chemo…..neck mass is…