1, 716,480 minutes.
Turns out that time did tic on.
The clock was working, but I could have sworn 1, 716,480 minutes ago that it had stopped. That Jacob was captive and so was I in a living in a nightmare with no way out. I truly questioned and had to watch the clock for days just to make sure it was moving. And at times…I wasn’t too sure.
And here we are 1,716,480 minutes later.
It is Jacob’s LAST day of cancer treatment.
Yes. I just said that.
It is honestly surreal. I was unsure if this day would ever come. I can name 4 different occasions that we had this date in sight and then BANG change in protocol or some complication and more drugs, more surgery, more pain.
But here we are.
Today, September 22nd, 2021
And Nightwing did it.