Garbage Miracles
There are two ways to live. One is as if nothing were a miracle. The other is as if everything were a miracle. I’ve always been a miracle sort of girl. It’s like a game to me, to try and find God in all the details of my life. But all of a sudden, it’s
THE JAMES
Saul and I are at THE JAMES. Don’t you just love that huge, imposing name? THE JAMES. It’s a cancer center in Columbus and based on the people around here who know about THE JAMES, this clinic has a lot of experience dealing with cancer. I made the receptionist cry. She had the most beautiful
Heading to The James
I head to The James Cancer Center tomorrow. I really don’t know what to expect. I suspect the doctors will do more tests and then I’ll be sent home to love up on my family while we wait for results. There is a part of me that wonders if maybe they will do the biopsy
Roller Coasters Aren’t So Scary
I just went on the second tallest roller coaster in the WORLD! Saul brought us all to Cleveland for the Memorial Day weekend. It’s part of our philosophy that if we just keep moving, we won’t have time to think about cancer. I like that philosophy. I keep thinking maybe cancer won’t be able to
Unseen Sacrifices Count as Kindness
I got invited to a new friend’s house for dinner the other day. She has boys the same age as my 5-year-old son, Ben. Twin boys. Yikes. Anyway, the boys are truly delightful and have all become fast friends in preschool. This fall, Ben and the twins will part ways as they head to different
Just Kidding!
I feel like someone is going to call me soon say, “Just kidding!” But I suppose not. I’m having a hard time REALLY letting this whole cancer thing sink in. I don’t feel sick. I don’t look sick. I like be hanging out, doing my life, feeling really peaceful and joyful and then all of
Late Night Conversations
Saul came to bed about 1 in the morning last night. My first mistake was saying “Hey Babe.” My second mistake was answering him in a complete sentence when he asked if I was awake. Throughout our marriage, some of the best conversations we have ever had have come in the wee small hours of
