Laying on a hospital table awaiting to go through a tube, I looked up in prayer. Greeting me was a screen of cherry blossoms. Some bloomed others just budding. “Please God if I have to have chemo that’s fine but give me ten years.” (I drive a hard bargain) “But if you find it in…
Fight on, Fighter
Tuesday was markers day. Wednesday night I walked back to our bedroom after getting the news that my numbers more than doubled. E was on our bed watching a nature show. He looked at my face and said “they went up huh?” What he did then has stuck with me these last few days. Standing…
Rescue me
We go through this every three months. The fear. The depression. The realization that my life is an hourglass and I watch grains of life slip through my fingers. Today is lab/tests. Thursday we find out if the new treatment is working. If my markers drop, we celebrate. If they increase, we lift our chins…
A day off from cancer
Being a kid to a parent with cancer isn’t easy. There’s worry, confusion, sadness, anger and fear. We’ve tried to make Es life as normal as possible while understanding his outbursts might be stemming from something more. In a “normal” kid an outburst could possibly be a child simply wanting their way. An outburst from…
Take Three 