"I feel like I've fallen into this really sad routine," Collin informed me.
"What kind of routine?" I asked him, as I took a seat on top of the picnic table.
"I wake up about halfway through the day, I play some video games, I have physical therapy and speech therapy, and then I take chemo and pass back out."
"Well, you can't be expected to do too much," I pointed out.
"You're on chemotherapy."
"I just don't want to be that guy that completely shuts his life down because of cancer."
I hate that word. But I just nodded because I know that Collin needs someone to talk to. And I need to be that someone for him.
"Well let's do something spontaneous today then," I suggested.
"Getting into your car and coming down to the dog park today was literally the hardest thing I've ev
