From an article originally posted September 1, 2012…
Kids are so honest. So honest. Yesterday was a big day. My first day in public sporting my new Sinead look, wig shopping, and the first time I was asked by my kids if I was going to die.
When I walked in from wig shopping, my sweet second-born asked me if I was going to die. I looked at her and said, Yes. Then I invited her upstairs with me as I put on my comfy clothes. Big conversations require an elastic waist.
From an article originally posted August 29, 2012…
No amount of preparation can prepare a person for losing their hair suddenly one afternoon in their backyard. As Story Jane and I sat in the back yard pulling handful after handful of my hair out, I thought of Sarah, Plain and Tall giving the hair from a haircut to the fields for the birds to build nests. I would love to see nests of platinum blonde hair. Actually, I wouldn’t. I would rather keep my hair. Story Jane asked if she would be losing her hair, since we have matching white hair. I assured her she would not. That my medicine made mine come out.
From an article originally posted August 28, 2012…
Thank you for believing in this beat-up couple from North Carolina. Thank you for seeing in my guy what I have seen for years. Thank you for championing our youth and seeing the gospel in my husband. More than that, thank you for believing the gospel. Truly living and believing the gospel of grace and week after week delivering the truth of that grace to the blessed congregation at Village 7 Presbyterian.
From an article originally posted August 23, 2012
I have been a bit absent lately. Chemo is a bear, and just as I think I’m feeling better I take a hit. The other day a friend posted on Facebook, I hate cancer! I went on to espouse the good I have found in cancer. The many lessons, the care, the depth in friendship, but I’m a big liar. I hate it, too. I really hate it. Though I don’t think it was a mistake and I truly believe we will grow very near to Jesus through this terrible season, I’m done over spiritualizing. I am, in fact, going to fight for a right attitude and kind spirit toward my family and friends.
From an article originally posted August 19, 2012…
These pills both save me and make me go away for hours at a time. I am just beginning to wake from a 3-day bender of fog, medicine, pain, and sickness.
No amount of preparation enlightens a person to the realities of cancer. Truly, Jason and I loved the ignorance and bliss of the unknown. An old friend from Marion sent a detailed email with tips, ideas, and help to face our coming battle we are about to enter. I perused it, and then forwarded it to Jason. I could not swallow the pill that was coming.
