I know what it's like to start something and have it suddenly grow out of control. And you want to get rid of it, because it's hurting you and everyone else around you, but every time you try to do that, it consumes you again.

When you can not find someone, it is because you've been misdirected to look elsewhere

Do you know how sometimes - when you are riding your bike and you start skidding across sand, or when you miss a step and start tumbling down the stairs - you have those long, long seconds to know that you are going to be hurt, and badly?

If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right.

I tell you this as a cautionary tale: beware of getting what you want. It's bound to disappoint you.

The nurses, I have already learned, are the ones who give us the answers we’re desperate for. Unlike the doctors, who fidget like they need to be somewhere else, the nurses patiently answer us as if we are the first set of parents to ever have this kind of meeting with them, instead of the thousandth.