On a Friday.
1289.53 miles from home (according to Mapquest.)
Away from TFitch.
Away from friends.
Away from widdle Macy.
Two more days to go.
I do it, because I need to do it.
I do it without complaining (so I hope).
I do it because I hope to God I never, ever have to write this,
Or this,
Or this,
Or this,
This,
This,
Or this,
Or this.
No matter how many hours.
No matter how many weekends.
No matter how many nights away from family and friends,
I will do what I can so no one I love is lost because of this disease.
