Boy did today ever fly by. Isabella and I picked up Pablo after his MRI this morning at 11. We went straight home and hung out there for a few hours and then went to my parents for Pablo's favourite - my mom's lasagna. Chocolate cake for dessert. Pablo had to be back at the hospital for 6pm for more tests so we had an early dinner. My sister Kim took a bunch of photos of Pablo and I and the kids and I really hope that some will turn out (always hard to take good photos with kids who won't sit still).
The four of us came home and Pablo said his goodbyes to the kids. Apart from getting the phone call about the discovery of the tumor, that had to have been the hardest 10 minutes of my life. Isabella begged Pablo not to leave because she wanted him to watch Spongebob with her. Simon gave Pablo some eskimo kisses and I fucking lost it. My stomach is so sick I want to throw up.
The next few days are going to be the longest fucking days of my life.
I don't want to lose him.