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Wishes
Ash: (deep sigh) Mom, I wish wishes came true. Me: (pulling him tight) Why’s that, buddy? Ash: (head down against me) ’cause I wish you were all better. Sadness.
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Lessons in Losing
Asher and I play a lot of games. Memory games. Board games. Guessing games. But he especially loves card games. War. Go Fish. Old Maid. Solitaire. Growing up I always had a gift when it came to games of chance. I won. That was my gift. As long as there was a spinner or a…
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Point Three Degrees From Normal
Last month I spent 9 days in the hospital with an infection. Every few hours my vitals were checked, and my temperature hovered close to but not quite normal. One day the nurse came in, thrust the thermometer into my mouth, waited for the eight second beep, and said, “There you go, point three degrees…
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Kiwi Cake, Flu Bugs & Chemo
Asher’s sixth birthday wasn’t at all what he had imagined it would be. He spent weeks chattering about his big day and how he couldn’t wait to be six. About two months ago, Ash decided that he wanted a kiwi cake for his birthday. Yes, a kiwi cake. Kiwi is my son’s favorite fruit, along…
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Gratitude
Yesterday was my last chemotherapy treatment. Just writing that seems surreal. I’ve been asked over and over how I feel, and the answer to that is, “I don’t know.” I keep expecting this euphoria to set in, this sense of freedom and extreme elation, but I remain almost unemotional. Almost. I am truly joyful this…
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A Spring of Joy 