I went for a run today with only one child and our single stroller.  Maren was over at Pip’s house, and — as much as I love my five-year-old — it was fantastic to not push her forty-four pounds plus the extra weight of the double stroller.  I am happy with my running: the shin splints, stress fractures, and knee pain that have plagued me over the...

My mom is blogging her journey too.  Here is her link if you are interested.  You should read yesterday’s post before you click over if you haven’t already read it. Thanks for your prayers and kind words… our whole family appreciates them a lot! Earlier today Chief Sister, Baby Sister and I were sitting around The Table.  Maren was coloring; we...

I catch a glimpse of my shadow on the driveway as I am playing with sidewalk chalk:  Oh!  I’m bald! Seriously.  That happened.  It’s actually happened multiple times.  I forget that I have cancer when I am in busy Mom mode. There are times when the reality of having cancer stops me in my tracks.  Is this really my life?  It is often when I am doing...

Today was a fun day.  I had no doctor’s appointments, I ignored my cancer-specific to-do lists and tasks; today I was Regular Mommy.  We played.  The house was disaster by six o’clock.  It was a great day. We went to the local library.  Unfortunately, I am one of those people who doesn’t fully take advantage of the “free” element of the...

It’s Mother’s Day.  Maren has already delivered a bowl of blueberries to me in bed.  Just blueberries.  I love that girl.  Now, she is downstairs crafting, and Brad has gently suggested I wait for his, “All clear” signal before venturing down myself.  Maren takes her art, especially Present Art, very seriously.  I can hear Greta babbling...

This morning, Maren and I went in to Greta’s room together when we heard her wake up.  We sang happy birthday to her and filled her room with chatter, as we do most mornings.  As a tactic to get Maren to change out of the Christmas dress she had chosen to wear today, I asked her if she would like to match clothes with Greta.  While Maren and I were discussing...