Mosh Pit of Love

Assembling our gingerbread house


It's Monday morning, the sun has come out, and life continues to move along. In only 3 days I will sit for my last chemo and my excitement is starting to build.

I'm looking forward to looking back. After my last post, I wondered if that was even possible.

But I'm feeling a lot better than last week. My body found some hidden reserve somewhere and perked up. I'm feeling a second wind coming on just as I near the finish line.

Friday night I made it to the gingerbread house decorating event at Grace's school. I spent Saturday shopping and even went to the downtown Christmas stroll in the evening. On Sunday Brett and Grace went sledding while I went to the library, then we all went out to a coffee shop for hot drinks and snacks. Sunday afternoon I helped Grace organize her room, and then we had a lovely visit with friends. All in all, it's just amazing that I was able to do so much over the weekend.

A big thank you to everyone. After I was so down and defeated last week, so many people took the time to write or call and encourage me to keep on going. I really, really believe that this has made the difference for me and has given me that extra bit of strength when I needed it the most.

This whole experience has been like body surfing the mosh pit at a rock concert. It's because so many people are holding me up that I don't crash to the floor. I know that people worry when someone gets sick. They wonder what they can do and they think their little thing isn't that much. But when it all adds together, it's powerful. Calls, cards, dinner, visits, and emails all add up to what I call "The Mosh Pit of Love."

So thank you for letting me ride this wave.