I said goodbye to my old friend normal on August 14th in the office of an oncologist. It was a stuffy room, much too small it seemed to contain such large news. I was holding my baby, Carver, who was just shy of one month old, and I remember being embarrassed that the doctor walked in right as I was changing a poopy diaper. I don’t remember exactly what the doctor said, but rather that he used words like “big problem” and “amputation”. I remember I started to feel