Team WhyMommy. Who would have thought? There is a great swelling of moms (mostly moms) in the blogosphere who are banding together to support me through this, and I thank you. You guys are so totally cool, and you’re keeping me not only distracted but in good spirits.
There are local angels too. My playgroup, who I’ve mentioned before, and who I love, is bathing me in happiness and good thoughts and offers of help. They’ve sent over a contact list of people willing to help any way, any time. They’re going to bring me meals. Play with my children. Get me out of the house. They are awesome.
On the Fourth of July, we had a barbecue. I was hesitant to hold it, because I’ve been so tired and all that, but we went ahead with it. WhyDaddy grilled burgers and dogs. Grammy cut up vegetables and changed diapers and set out food. Grampa opened the door to greet everyone (it’s up a flight of stairs, so exhausting for me) and sat by the door “to put ‘em back in play” if kids started to wander out. They all encouraged me to just sit down and enjoy myself. And so I did.
It was the most wonderful barbecue. The whole playgroup came. Every last one of them. And even almost all the dads. One stayed home to clean house (kudos, dude!) and the other was caring for a napping baby. We had thirty-six friends here on Wednesday. Although I didn’t ask them to, they all showed up with something to help, too. Watermelon cubes, potato salad, cucumber salad, patriotic jello cake, sodas, decorations, crafts, and three kinds of cupcakes — they even brought plates and napkins and forks and little flags for the kids.
They took my breath away.
And then, out came the t-shirts. The most beautiful t-shirts I’ve ever seen. Pale pink, with a hot pink design on the front that looked just like that very cool Team Whymommy logo over on the side over there. Everyone had one. And there was one for my mom. One for my hubby. And one for me.
I am beside myself with gratitude.
And even before I could get this letter typed (but not before I sent out the pictures to all concerned!), they were at it again.
This morning, as we were tossing a dirty diaper into the garage trashcan, we were greeted with a huge pink bag of love. And support. And brownies. The girls had made me a chemo care package — magazines, lotions, caramel corn bubble bath, suduku, crosswords, yoga magazine, fluff magazines, trivia game, a ball for my kids to toss around, and a great big floppy straw hat. And brownies. Did I mention brownies? Yum.
The bag was decorated with happy, uplifting messages, like “Chemo-Schemo.” “What Chemo? I’m just going to get my hair done!” “Is it time for a massage? Of course it is!” and then this:
Articles of Faith of Team WhyMommy:
- You are not alone
- We believe in you!
- You are so strong!!
- You are the strongest!!!
- Your body and spirit are invincible!!!!
- Every day is a great day!
Team WhyMommy, playgroup friends, blogfriends, and family: thank you. You are helping me make it through this.