Without going too Hallmark-y on you, I just want to take a deep breath and share how wonderful life can be, even in the midst of all that cancer I talked about in my last post. During difficult times, I’ve had to face the fact that I may not have many years left (oh, how much more positive that wording is now than when I was writing in all that pain!), and so every moment, every milestone that I get to reach with my children is that much sweeter.
Last week, my oldest came up with the idea for his Halloween costume, his first year requesting something himself: a tornado. We talked and sketched, measured and thought, and we designed him a tornado costume, complete with minature slinkys and farm animals that would spin around when he did. I sent my guys to Target for a gray shirt and a little miscelleny, and when they came home, the seven-year-old collapsed with happiness, saying, “Mama, I cannot WAIT to be a mummy for Halloween!” (Wait, what?) So we spent Saturday afternoon together dying an old sheet with tea, tearing up the strips, and talking about the ancient Egyptians and their burial practices (fun fact: they pulled the deceased’s brain out their NOSE). He dressed as a mummy for a friend’s costume party at the park on Sunday, and hilarity ensued. (I was THERE. For three hours, I was THERE. It was an amazingly beautiful, clear day, spent with sixteen small boys and their families, and I walked around and chatted with the best of them. And then, I slept until Wednesday.)
My littlest woke up this morning at 4:00, wandered into my room, and cuddled up against me, saying drowsily, “I love you, Mama.”
And last weekend, the boys came tearing up the steps together, asking excitedly, “Mama, do you want us to get out the hammock so you can rest?” I smiled as I got out of bed and transferred my tired tush to the hammock outside, where they promptly jumped in with me and made it a sailing ship, a pirate vessel, and then part of the Rebel Alliance. It was a good deal rockier than my bed upstairs, but oh, so much happiness was had.
This, this is why I am thankful for treatment and the ten amazing women taking me to radiation therapy each morning this week and next. Thank you for reading, particularly new readers coming here after the articles in USA Today and The Huffington Post this week. Grab a chair. Or a stack of pillows. We’re pretty casual here on Toddler Planet.