Today is Mother's Day, May 8th

I've been leaning on friend's shoulders, talking and crying through my fears.... T & I spoke several times before I left this morning.  T & I both had cried to each other last night.  It's the first time T has cried out of frustration.  I'm scared.  I needed to see my love and yet I was dreading going to Stanford.  I wanted to make him laugh, see him smile tho' I didm't feel much like it myself.   When I arrived T was there and not kind of there.  He's in a lot of pain tho' he says his mouth isn't still bleeding, it's swollen and he can't keep more than a few bites of food down..  His feet are swollen and his hair is falling out but other than that he's great.... the saving grace is that T says he's gonna beat this shit...  he's come too far to give up... I stayed awhile and we both fell asleep... when we woke we talked a bit... then,  I went home.  T insists he's coming home tomorrow and that he wants the LP on Tues.  Send us both strength....