Am I really going to blog?: I stink at writing titles......

Sunday, April 17, 2011

I stink at writing titles......

“The principle is competing against yourself. It’s about self-improvement, about being better than you were the day before.”

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Really. I have no idea what to title these posts.....

Samantha's ice show was last night. This year's theme was "Off the Red Carpet." Her group skated to a song from Hairspray. She has such a great time on the ice. She is already looking forward to next year's lessons.

Just before leaving for the rink:

Waiting for the show to start. We had to be there 1 hr & 15 minutes early. Then the show was late. And long. It was 10:30 before we left. She was thrilled that friend from school came to watch her.

After the show, all of the kids get to go back out on the ice for a finale and to get flowers from their supporters. Samantha and Emily were proud of their arm-loads.

This morning, I was up bright and early for a 5K. With my friend Erin at the finish:

Shock! I came in 2nd place in my age group! Doesn't say good things about the competetion.....

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Mileage update:

16.65 for the week bringing the grand total to: 261.27!

Until next time,

Lori

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I HOPE....

I hope you never have to hear the words, 'Your child has cancer.'

I hope you never have to hear, 'The prognosis is not good.'

I hope you never have to prepare to undergo radiation or chemotherapy, have a port surgically inserted into their chest, be connected to IV poles. Look at you with fear in their eyes and say, 'Don't worry Mommy, everything will be okay.'

I hope you never have to hold your child as they vomit green bile.

I hope you never have to feed them ice chips for lunch.

I hope you never have to watch the 'cure' you pray for slowly take away their identity, as they lose their hair, become skeletal, swell up from steroids, develop severe acne, become barely or unable to walk or move, and look at you with hope in their eyes and say,'It's going to be okay, Mommy.'

I hope that you never have to stay in the hospital for weeks, months, or years at a time, where there is no privacy, sleeping on a slab, with your face to the wall, where you cry in muffled silence.

I hope you never have to see a mother, alone, huddled, in a dark hospital corridor...crying quietly, after just being told, 'There is nothing more we can do.'

I hope you never have to watch a family wander aimlessly, minutes after their child's body has been removed.

I hope you never have to use every bit of energy you have left, with all of this going on around you to remain positive, and the feelings of guilt, sorrow, hope and fear, overwhelm you.

I hope you never have to see a child's head bolted to the table as they receive radiation.

I hope you never have to take your child home (grateful but so afraid) in a wheelchair because the chemo and radiation has damaged their muscles, 35 pounds lighter, pale, bald, and scarred. And they look at you with faith in their eyes and say, 'It's going to be okay Mommy.'

I hope you never have to face the few friends that have stuck beside you and hear them say, 'Thank God that is over with,'...because you know it never will be. Your life becomes a whirl of doctors, blood tests and MRI's and you try to get your life back to 'normal'. While living in mind-numbing fear that any one of those tests could result in hearing the dreaded words...'The cancer has returned' or 'The tumor is growing.' And your friends become even fewer.

I hope you never have to experience any of these things... Because...only then...Will you understand...

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