It’s been happening.  A couple of my nearest and dearest of friends, they have said it. “You are glowing.” “You look amazing and strong.” “You look taller (haha), your skin looks terrific.” “You look great.” I am glowing.  Brad and I look at each other, and shrug, and agree: we are not stressed.  We, as with...

Yesterday was another day of cancer normal.  I feel normal.  Greta was passed between my mom and I all day and didn’t seem to mind at all.  (Okay, so that is not normal, but I like it!) I’ve had short hair now for five or six days; I am used to it.  My day was filled very ordinary, even boring, tasks.  Dare I say, cancer is normal to me now?  Brad and I told my...

Tonight @ 8:30pm, as Brad and I are doing the end-of-the-really-awesome-fun-weekend-pick-up in the kitchen: Him: “You know, I was really hoping your hair would fall out this weekend.” Me: “What?!?!”  Followed by prolonged laughter.  “What do you mean by that?”  More laughter.  I mean, really.  Did my husband really just say that?...

My hubs is the kind of guy who takes all of his girls on dates.  The two of us try for at least once a month, but I-Need-My-Mama-Baby-G has hurt our track record for the past ten months.  In light of recent events, we are again motivated to make our dates a priority.  I always love my husband, but we like each other a lot more when we make time for our marriage....

It’s true.  I now regularly hide from my youngest child. Greta was born as one of those babies who knew her mama and would not tolerate anyone else holding her.  She, in all of her roly-poly ten pound eight ounce glory, was very vocal about her love for her mama from the moment she was born.  (I secretly loved this.  What mama wouldn’t?)  By contrast...