Dear Kate,
I found some much needed inspiration today on this 11th anniversary of your diagnosis. I know you’re tired, baby. I know in your sweet three year old mind, you think life will always be like this. I promise you, sweetheart, it will not. Continue reading “ARCHIVE: Eleven”
Maybe it’s the stinkin’ hot weather and the wet bathing suits hanging in our mud room from Kate playing in her little inflatable pool. Maybe it’s all the beautiful babies in my mom’s group turning one year older and the memory of all of their parties this time last year. Perhaps it’s the visual reminder of the calendar pages flipping by inching us closer and closer to August. These days I’m feeling overwhelmed by sentimentality of…it all. Continue reading “ARCHIVE: What Remains”
As a really great weekend winds down, I’m asking for your good thoughts & prayers for tomorrow’s clinic visit. We begin cycle 4 with Kate’s usual every-three-week port access, but she’ll also be getting something new. (I am NOT amused.) Continue reading “ARCHIVE: What’s Next”
