Let us not ask for the moon when we have the stars.

I had a good New Years even if the all of last year wasn't the best ( Read more... )

A sick feeling that has been forming in the pit of my stomach just seems to keep getting larger. They came back from Moffit today and apparently even with all the experimental Chemo she still has to be a part of that lucky THREE percent to even hope to live three more years ( Read more... )

I stayed up to late...

I opened presents wayyyyy to early...

I got everything that I wanted...

I ate to much food....

And now I need a nap.

MERRY CHRISTMAS from all of the Butlers!!!

It was hard to say goodbye, but we all manage...

Just tired today ( Read more... )

Everyone hears about those people that have all that really bad shit happen to them at Christmas so from then on out they hate the holiday...

I am steadily on my way to becoming one of those people. How are we supposed to be happy when each day brings more and more bad news.

First him.
Now her.

I wonder what he was thinking when he finally said goodbye to all of us...

This hard.

Goodbye. Maybe he knows I said it with my heart.

Dan, Justin, Stone, and Greg all came over last night and of course had to stay till three in the morning. It's wonder how I woke up long enough to go and take the kids to school today. I didn't even put my car in park when I got there. I knew that there was no way that I was staying at school today. Can't figure out if I actually missed anything ( Read more... )

A thirty percent chance at survival? I never thought that I could be so terrified of a number in my life... It's funny how we don't pay much attention to the statistics until someone we love may become a part of that statistic. How the hell are we going to win with a thirty percent chance? There is only seventy percent of the failed cases that we ( Read more... )