Monday, January 19, 2009


I'm trying to organize the clutter in my "dance room".

It's loaded with a filing cabinet that holds all my information for taxes, as well as lesson plans, routines, bla bla bla

I found in there the folder that M kept on his initial contact with Dr. Gonzalez in New York. He wrote a 2 page summary of why he wanted to meet with the doctor, his reasoning, and his reasons behind not accepting conventional medical treatment.

I remember the discussions we had when he was contemplating this step.

I know (intellectually) why he chose this route. I know (being reminded by what I read) that I supported this as the only way to keep hope alive for him (and for me).

It still sucks.

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