My Stories

You control my reading list. You do. It’s just the way the WordPress app works. When I login, I see the posts that people are reading...

Here’s a factoid. There are epic women who have walked these steps before me and still walk. Some I bet may jog or even run. I’ve seen...

Benno wants to be a doctor. Dreams can come true. He says he is going to cure cancer. I believe him. Why not? Maybe that is what we need....

So I failed. Failed hard. I spent a good two hours crying in my closet last night. I wasn’t exactly hiding. About an hour in I had...

I write to read. I’m reading. Boy am I reading. I’m reading and while I know I write accurately to remember and learn, it is pretty...

The days are 24 hours now as the nights come with fevers. We got to 103.8 last night which was better than the night before. No vomit...

This post started yesterday and continues into today. Continuing right now. ———————————— I don’t walk to the river anymore. I don’t go to...

It would be a great time to become a heroin addict. I’m swimming in the stuff. That would be unpredictable right? No one would see that...

We had our first 3F8 session. That is the name of the immunotherapy. Jacob did well according to the doctors. I can’t even fathom what...

Something positive. Something positive. Something… What is something positive that I can take out of this experience? Okay I got one! I...

Hi my name is Abby Brody and my five year old son, Jacob, has stage 4 Neuroblastoma. This is my blog. It is called Nightwing as that was...

Regrouping. Reevaluating. Rethinking Rebeing Reeverythinging. Even making up rewords. I almost erased the entire blog. It felt false. It...

Documentation to remember that I didn’t try and off myself. 7:00AM: Jacob wakes and plays 8:00AM: Jacob asks for food. We tell him he...