Dear Cuties, 

Today marks my last day of chemo (YAY!), and there are a few things I want to reflect on. 

The last five months have been full of lessons and opportunities for growth and grace. I’ve been humbled beyond measure, and I’m grateful, for all of it. 

The absolute exhaustion I’ve walked through made every good energy day a great day.

The heaviness in my limbs made even the smallest of outings like park play dates or grocery runs feel like massive wins.

The 20 weeks of steroids and chemo induced swelling and added weight gave me room to grow in grace with myself and my beautiful fighting, coping, resilient body. 

The momentary neuropathy in my hands and feet helps me feel thankful for the moments in between.

The baby hair growing back in a hilarious male baldness pattern checks my ego, and gave us all something to giggle at. I’ll never forget when I walked into the living room, Faith saw me in her peripheral vision, and said “Hey dad, can you…”, before looking up and realizing it was me. Everyone got a good laugh that day!

Chemo days were administered with the utmost kindness and respect by my care team, and I was almost never alone; my guest seat was nearly always filled with a loved one to keep me company. My mistletoe therapies challenged me to self inject, and since I still struggle with that, every successful injection makes me proud of myself!

I’m immensely grateful for the medical care I’ve received, the progress we are making, and the love that surrounds me.

Today I rang the bell to celebrate the end of this chapter. I pray for more good days, for healing and health, and to keep our hearts strong and our wills open to what comes next. 

Sincerely,

Mom