A Spring of Joy

Yesterday did not go as planned at all. Welcome to our normal. I headed in to the cancer center for blood work, and I had my shopping list all ready for when I finished. After all, I had cards to buy and a couple things for our home, and I wanted to browse some shops…

Today I threw away several pair of fuzzy socks, remnants of a box of comfort a friend sent me over eleven years ago when I began chemo for the first time. I’m not sure why I’m sharing this. I guess because I never thought throwing away socks would bring an ache to my heart—-an ache…

The past couple weeks have passed in a bleary haze of either pain medication, nightmarish dreams or tears. I am struggling to put to words the answer to the kind questions y’all ask—“How are you? What have you learned? What do you need? What is the plan for treatment?” A week before my surgery, I…

Every week our church sends out an All About Sunday email to help us prepare for the upcoming service. It includes a brief synopsis of the sermon as well as links to various pieces of helpful information. I make a playlist of the songs we will be singing, and I blare it every Sunday morning…

Recently, my oldest overheard my tears as I cried in my room. He came immediately. He does that these days, my Ash, arm around me, bending his head to my shoulder. “Mom?” That’s all he has to say. I know the fear in his voice. I shook my head and laughed sheepishly. No, I wasn’t…