It's up inside your head. You got a voice that says, you won't get past this one. You won't win your freedom. Three days ago we were sitting in a small office at the Mayo Clinic talking to Sean's oncologist.
On hold. Two words you do not want to hear when it comes to living or dying. Two words. Two small little words. I sit and laugh to myself at times thinking about how things mean so much more to
"Remember how far you've come, not just how far you have to go. You are not where you want to be, but neither are you where you used to be." Here it is Day 100 of our stage 4 pancreatic cancer
I have been struggling to write this update for sometime now. Struggling because the world is hurting. Hurting more than I ever thought possible. I write these updates through tears and my heart aches knowing that I am causing tears
Today is the eve of my 42nd birthday. I wish I was sitting here happy but instead I have tears streaming down my face (I'm not sure there is a single day when I don't weep silently to myself). The
As I sit here waiting for the washer to finish washing our clothes for chemo round three, I am thinking about the past two weeks. Thinking about chemo round two. Thinking about all the side effects Sean has experienced. Thinking
As we sit here getting ready for chemo round two, I wanted to reflect on the past week. This wasn't a great week and I wanted to take a second to write down what happened so we can look back