Throw back…to the days when this covered his face and screwed his sleeping head to a radiation table. Throw back…to the 33 days when “X” marked the tumor spot and he’d whisper “I’m so brave” with a sigh as he sank into oblivion every morning. The mask has no earthly use now, but I keep it because I can still see the outline of his precious little face and every time I look at it, I’m reminded of what an incredible, awful, and somehow amazing season that was. … #tbt
-MbM-