A Very Good Day

When I was going through chemo, Jake turned five. The chemo was hard on me in the usual ways - I was losing my hair. It was hard on me in every way. It made me sicker than the cancer.

Jake asked me if I would feel good enough to be at his party—and not just to be there, but would I be happy?

Then he said, “Are you going to get better? Or are you going to die?”

I told him that really I already was better, but the medicine would make me sick for a while. I didn’t know I would have three more recurrences after chemotherapy, that because of the surgeries, I had yet to miss more drop-offs and pick-ups and a baseball trip out of town (thank you for covering, Shayne and Aimee 💗). I’m glad I didn’t know those things, but I wish I would have known the ultimate answer.

Was I going to get better?

Would I be at his important things and happy?

An answer in pictures…

Happy High School Graduation, Jake. I was happy all day.