Nowadays, it seems that it really takes something important to get me to sit down and write a blog post. At least once a day something happens that I think "hey, that would make an interesting blog entry," but it rarely stays with me long enough to make the effort to write. I've come a long way from when every day I absolutely had to tell my story and get the words swirling in my head down on paper (actually on the screen). Today, though, I do have some thoughts I want to share.
I'm at a place mentally where I can honestly say that I see more good from my cancer diagnosis than bad. I can say this now because I am feeling good and from what we can tell, my body is perfectly healthy. It's altered and scarred, but healthy. I'm not sick and tired of being sick and tired, which if you ask any cancer patient, is one of the hardest hurtles to overcome.
I'm at a place where I am completely in love with my life, my husband, my children, my every day routine. I'm the first one up every morning and the last one to bed every night in our household. I gently wake Fisher up every morning for kindergarten, make him a healthy breakfast and send him out the door with Nick (along with kisses for both boys) who drives him to school each day. I spend my days with Jenny-Jane as we bop among the gym, the grocery store and preschool. I plan and cook pretty great, if I may say so myself, homemade dinners and even get a chance to watch my Real Housewives or new favorite show Up All Night after tucking the kids into bed. It's so simple but it's perfect. If you knew me just ten years ago, I'm certain you would never have guessed that this would be the life I now choose to live.
The things which I placed great importance on earlier in life don't even make a blip on the radar. Travel, money, career and prestige have all gone by the wayside. Do I think my diagnosis had a hand in this? Absolutely. Becoming a mother has also been a tremendous influence on my priorities. So if you combine cancer and motherhood? Yikes, that's a powerful formula.
So I've been thinking about all this, and then tonight, I received an email from Fisher's ultra-fabulous teacher, Mrs. Martin. She says, "Fisher was asked today what he would like to find at the end of the rainbow. He said without hesitation 'my mom' ". This is my life's work and my ultimate reward. My children know they are loved.
I know I can't control the length of my life, but while I'm here, I am going to stand tall at the end of that rainbow with my arms around my family, which is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
with love and pot of gold,