Turn your face to the sun

Nov 07

Turn your face to the sun

My years at university were some of my favorites; I was blessed with a very high return on investment in college in terms of personal development, and I look back on those people and that place with great fondness.  During my long walks to my classes, I began to develop the habit of turning my face to the sun: to feel the warmth on my skin, to pause for a moment of...

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Around the world, and on to Round 3

Oct 26

Around the world, and on to Round 3

It’s me again, writing from the chemo chair.  Today is chemo day.  I wrote my previous post on October 3, also from the chemo chair.  Five hour infusions wherein I am confined to a recliner make for good writing opportunities. For about a week after my treatments, I feel pretty low; everything is hard.  At about the one week mark, I start to feel more...

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Round Two: the real deal

Oct 03

I’ve been struggling to write, I think, because what I have to say is hard. It is hard to have progressive cancer.  Wrapping my mind around it, sharing it with Brad, and walking my girls through it: it is freaking hard.  There is also my parents, sisters, family and friends, who love me so.  It is hard to cause them pain too. There are so many more logistics...

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Little big blessings

Sep 25

Little big blessings

My people get me.  This is a smattering of some of the picturesque and inspiring cards I have gotten from my village over the past two weeks.  Each brings a smile and makes my heart grow a little bit. Tonight at dinner the girls decided they are going to start getting ready for bed a half-hour early so that they can have sister reading time together before bed....

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Day 13

Sep 24

Today is cycle day thirteen on the new treatment. It’s always funny how time is measured in your consciousness. Stereotypically, the weekend flies by and weekdays plunk along.  Toddler tantrums make minutes feel like hours.  In my family we anticipate reunions with how many big sleeps left countdowns. Nap time: you blink and you (literally) miss it. Every time...

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