Yearbooks: Capturing the Memories

I had to take Silas to lessons and offered to fill up the gas cans while I was out. I don’t know why I did. Moment of no brain, I guess. I can’t ever open those stupid gas cans. Went to fill them up, got so freaking MAD at how cold it was and I couldn’t feel my fingers that I put the gas cans back up, drove to Taco Bell and warmed up, got back out in the parking lot, unscrewed 3 of the 4 cans out of sheer anger and determination to not fail and then got even more blistered that I knew that meant I had to fill them up again.

Cancer: It’s like getting a new car…

No matter if you’ve got the “good kind” or the “really invasive kind.” Cancer is deadly. There’s no preparing you to lose a family member from cancer whether you’ve had time to prepare or not. Having a child diagnosed with a tumor or cancer sucks major kinds of stupid and there’s zero preparation you go through as a parent to be ready to bury your child or watch them die a slow death, painful or not. Cancer destroys you.

Choosing Life – One Year Later

Life is what we make it. A year ago, I didn’t think I’d be here. A year ago, I had written wills. I had the conversations about sex, marriage, periods, boys, girls, and my husband remarrying. We had talks about how to handle life insurance. Power of attorney. We were ready. God wasn’t. Praise His Mercy!