I've been questioning lately if I'm becoming numb to emotion. If I can still love like I used to. Care about anything as deeply as I did when my children were young, my family was growing, my career was budding. Tonight I think I know the answer. I haven't cried like this, or feared deep loss like this, since my mother was dying. But that was my mother. This is my child. I simply can't bear the thought of losing Luke. I don't know how parents of terminally ill children get through such heart-wrenching times. I have a full-grown, 19-year-old, healthy son and I will be crying myself to sleep tonight at the thought of what just happened becoming something much worse. I just watched Luke get clocked during a basketball game and slam to the ground. Nothing broke his fall. Just his head. I was watching the game in my cubicle before anchoring the 10pm news, during which I often report terrible stories about concussions, accidents, falls, and beatings. I'v
confessions of a news anchor mom, seeking an unscripted life