We've had a rough few weeks. Sometimes I feel like my life is really tough right now.
Beanie is a typical three year old -- asserting her independence, learning boundaries, developing & learning faster than I can believe. She's cute. She's loving and super sweet. But, she has her moments. Like in the grocery store parking lot when she threw herself down on the ground. Yea, you know when you think my child would never throw a tantrum in the parking lot. Yea, you're wrong.
Bubby has had a rough go the last couple months between the thrush, colic and possible food intolerance.
Glenn works a TON. Hasn't had a day off in 3 1/2 weeks and, even though I told him to go on a hike on Wednesday, I really wish I could have a little break too. Because, him not having a day off in over 3 1/2 weeks means Mama hasn't had much of a break either.
So, life's kinda tough.
My friend's son has cancer. A brain tumor. He's gone through multiple rounds of chemotherapy and just finished six weeks of radiation because the chemo didn't help. He's just a few months older than Beanie. And he has cancer. Cancer is a horrible, terrible disease for anyone. But, a three year old??? Come on world. What the hell. Reading her Caring Bridge journal breaks my heart. I almost cry just about every time I read it. My friend is so strong, her words so eloquent and her struggle so painful. My heart aches for her and her family.
Tomorrow my friend's son has his first post-radiation MRI to see if the tumor is shrinking and the cancer is dying. Please keep them in your thoughts. Pray. Sacrifice some noodles. Do whatever you do. Because he needs all those thoughts, prayers and good mojo. So does she.
Somehow nothing I am dealing with really seems all that difficult anymore.