Oh. My. Gosh.  The people who care.  They are just coming out of the woodwork and it is so great.  Each word, comment, prayer, text, and email buoys my steps and eases the weight. This morning there was no crying in the shower.  I got to play with and feed Greta.  I’ve been peppered with cheering messages all morning.  I have never been so happy that I am so...

Today’s itinerary: 6:30: Wake up.  Cry in shower; make deal with self that I must stop crying when I get out of the shower.  Get ready, pack Greta’s bag, pack Maren’s bag.  Debate breakfast, decide against it. 7:40: Wake up Maren.  (Seriously Maren, you pick today to sleep in?)  I remind her that she gets to play at the Lenhoffs today.  She bounds...

I bumped into Dr. Awesome in the hallway while she was in scrubs and I was on my way for an MRI.  We both did double takes.  She changed course, grasped my hand, looked me in the eye and said, “I don’t have all your pathology yet, but I got the lymph node back.  It’s positive.” “Okay,” nodding.  I expected this.  This is what I...

All of this is just bamboozling.  I’m bamboozled, Brad is bamboozled, my family, my friends.  I think everyone I’ve ever known is bamboozled. It is unexplainable.  I am 32, I have no family history of cancer, I am otherwise healthy.  Dr. Wonderful was poignant and thorough to tell me that there is nothing I did wrong, no choice I made, no product I ate....

3 weeks ago, I had arranged for Greta to go to a neighborhood babysitter from 8 to 4 so that I could caulk and seal our shower.  It’s a big lousy home maintenance job, and one that I could not envision accomplishing with Greta around.  Because I barely get anything accomplished with Greta around.  Luckily, she’s so cute I don’t care. However, I did...