Is it sticking your head in the sand when you see your son, think about how little time you’ll have him here, and then you brush it aside and think happy thoughts. Or is that just not worrying about things you can’t control. I know he’s sick. I know the outcome. I’m just not dwelling on it anymore. I think I must have processed it to death, because I am totally in a place where I just want to do what he needs me to do, say what he needs me to say, and letting him live his life as if he’s going to be here forever – all the while never forgetting that he won’t.