Sorry, I have no link for the news story about breast cancer awareness.  Apparently, I am to remain visually anonymous for a while longer.  The sentiment was that we are hopeful, optimistic, and relying on God as we navigate this journey. It’s been a busy couple of days.  Maren had her end of year recital; it was adorable and I laughed so hard I cried.  We had...

I got to run this morning and it was perfect running weather.  (I ditched that hat for a bandana, if you’re wondering.  Oh, and I was wearing a Miami Broomball t-shirt.)  I looked around the neighborhood while I ran and decided we definitely need to get some Knockout Roses for our yard.  Seeing all those bright blooms just makes me happy.  Running without the...

It’s that time again: Chemo Day #4. Tomorrow the girls will go to Phenom’s house while I work out, prep healthy veggies and meals for the next few days, tidy up, run laundry, and pay some bills.  At lunchtime, I will leave for Dr. Wonderful’s office.  The nurses will check my weight, blood pressure, temperature.  I’ll see Dr. Wonderful and/or...

Surfacing.  It feels good to come back and to have the use of all my senses again.  While the chemo works, the rest of me has to work really hard to focus.  On anything.  I kind of see the world in tunnel-vision.  I can do it, almost any of my “normal” stuff, but I have to work whole a lot harder to do it.  And then I need a nap.  A really, really big...

I’m here.  I’m chock full of anti-nausea meds, steroids, antibiotics, painkillers, and chemo drugs.  Seriously, praise the Lord for modern medicine; I shudder to think of my situation if these interventions and treatments did not exist.  The side effects, mostly feeling like I have the flu, are totally tolerable.  I’m told medicines that control...

Did you see me this morning?  I was the bald one running through our neighborhood.  Yes, you read that correctly.  I’m exercising because I want to be strong.  I dropped the girls off at Phenom’s house.  By the way, Maren was again clamboring all morning to get there already, and there were no tears from Greta at drop-off.  Praise the Lord!  I did...