I’m busting at the seams today!
I know when I get like this way too many words come spilling out, so I will keep it short.
When I think back to what life looked like ten years ago. Two babies, pregnant with a third. Married. Focused on my husband, children, and decorating my home. It seems almost surreal. Like a dream compared to what surrounds me now.
Do you ever have those moments, your own life appearing almost unrecognizable? Continue reading
I need to add something here.
A friend of mine sent me a message yesterday about a little girl who was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. She sent me over the post and I could just feel the heaviness of these parents as they shared with the world that their little girl had only months to live… a year if they were lucky. Continue reading
A quick recap. I met with my neurosurgeon last October and the news was good. The radiation was effective and Bob had stopped growing.
I had another scan scheduled this past April. I wasn’t as afraid this time. I was settled. It’s funny how that happens when you have weathered enough storms; they don’t seem to rattle you as much. Continue reading
Okay, maybe not famous… but honestly, Bob, thank you.
I was chosen to speak at my graduation and it was because of you. I received an email that I was nominated to ‘share my story’. My story? What story? I remember thinking. I met with the gal who had sent the email and she asked if I knew why I might have been nominated. Continue reading
50 Posts… I never thought I would write fifty. Heck, I never thought I would write more than ten. I guess I had a lot to say… I still have a lot.
I will be honest. I never realized how healing it would be to open myself up to well, like everyone. Continue reading
I knew this day would come…
It hit me today that several days have passed and you were not there, not there crashing into my conversations- my dreams-on my life. I guess that is to be expected, that my thoughts of you would fade and that life would soon return to normal, and while you, dear Bob are starting to fade, life will never return to the way it was. It can’t. Continue reading
What a week.
We (Karin, Swati and I) met with the neurosurgeon on Wednesday. There is so much I want to say about this day, but in hopes that I don’t vomit out every thought I am having at once, I will start with the basics. Continue reading