Friday, September 11, 2015
Fourteen Years Later
It was an incredibly difficult day in our household. My youngest son had been on chemotherapy for the previous year and was in the hospital getting his last dose when the World Trade Center towers were hit by airplanes. He was in one hospital bed getting Cytoxan and watching Mulan while my husband and I were lying in the other hospital bed in his room watching CNN and trying to figure out exactly what was happening.
I feel like we as a country have lost that feeling, and I would dearly love to see some of it return.