I found out my mother has stage three cancer.

I can’t fall asleep at night because I stay up thinking about it.

I wake up and it’s the first thing I think about.

I’m unsure whether I should write about this on my author site. I’ve heard about people getting cancer my entire life, and it was always a ‘man, that’s horrible, I’m sorry’ type response. I had sympathy, but could have no empathy. It was something, as cliche as it sounds, that could never happen to me. It’s happened and now there’s just like an emptiness inside. I’ve thrown myself into my work, like fifteen hour days, just so I don’t have to think about it.

There’s not a lot to say about it. I don’t have any great sage advice. I just update my blog on Monday/Thursday, and this happens to be the only thing I can think about.

My apologies if you’ve come looking for something else. I promise not to fill this place up with my personal life.