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We finally leave for Houston tomorrow. I am a tightly wound bundle of nerves. I cried while tucking my babies in tonight because I don't know when I'll be back. I love the ritual of tucking them in...the blowing of kisses and their soft little voices whispering "night night...love you". I always check on them a couple of hours later before I go to bed. The sweetest thing in the world is a sleeping child with stuffed animal clutched tight... or in Finn's case, a spider man in a strangle hold.
We have packed up everything that we can think of...but I'm sure tomorrow morning we will think of ten more things to bring.
I made Hans his very own lumpling to bring. It is the first black minky lumpling ever. Soft as can be.
I'm still desperately searching online for survivors of stomach cancer stories and several people have reached out and told their tale. I hope those people know how wonderful they are...how they give me hope. I write them back with my thanks... but I wish I could truly express how grateful I am. I just don't have the words.
While we are in Texas we will hopefully meet up with my step-grandmother, Dee. I haven't seen her in 25 years, but she has been one of our angels these past few weeks. Dee is on the board at MD Anderson and she put us on the road to getting an appointment there. Her husband is a prostate cancer survivor and they go around the nation speaking about their experience with cancer. She has also written a book about it:http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0970152574/qid=1122781347/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/002-8618598-1164037?v=glance&s=books
I am so scared right now and I know that I will continue to be scared for a long time. This will never be behind us... we will never be able to turn our backs on cancer
We have packed up everything that we can think of...but I'm sure tomorrow morning we will think of ten more things to bring.
I made Hans his very own lumpling to bring. It is the first black minky lumpling ever. Soft as can be.
I'm still desperately searching online for survivors of stomach cancer stories and several people have reached out and told their tale. I hope those people know how wonderful they are...how they give me hope. I write them back with my thanks... but I wish I could truly express how grateful I am. I just don't have the words.
While we are in Texas we will hopefully meet up with my step-grandmother, Dee. I haven't seen her in 25 years, but she has been one of our angels these past few weeks. Dee is on the board at MD Anderson and she put us on the road to getting an appointment there. Her husband is a prostate cancer survivor and they go around the nation speaking about their experience with cancer. She has also written a book about it:http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0970152574/qid=1122781347/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/002-8618598-1164037?v=glance&s=books
I am so scared right now and I know that I will continue to be scared for a long time. This will never be behind us... we will never be able to turn our backs on cancer