The last month has been busy with good things.
Somehow I’ve wanted to tuck these things away, commit them to memory, etch them in my mind so that I might remember. I’ve been taking loads of pictures and rather than writing, photography has been my way of documenting these times. I find myself taking photographs more and more each week, and getting a lot of joy from doing so. I post many of them on Instagram for those of you who might be interested (username: adamslisa).
Paige graduated from eighth grade this week. The fact that my firstborn is starting high school in the fall is mindblowing.
Colin finished 4th grade, made the All-Star baseball team (they lost the game) and then had his Little League Minors team win the Championship today (a happier boy could not be found). He pitched the first 3 innings of the game today and I’ve enjoyed this season immensely. What a great group of boys and coaches on the team this year. I love that he still waves to me when he is playing right field and still will yell, “Hi Mom!” as he runs by. I love that he still hugs me at the bus stop and tells me he loves me many times each and every day, without hesitation.
These things matter. They may change. They probably will. But for now, I treasure them.
Tristan and Paige had a piano recital yesterday and Tristan got his first trophy. On Tuesday we will take him to Philadelphia to see his orthopedic team at Shriners Hospital for a checkup. He is bubbling with excitement at being a first grader now…
June 18 is a significant date. It was 5 years ago today that I had my last chemo treatment.
Five years isn’t meaningful in terms of my disease. It doesn’t mean I’m “cured.” My kind of breast cancer can return after seven years, or twelve, or fifteen. But it’s still five years so far that I have had no evidence of a recurrence. Five years of memories. Five years that matter.
These last few weeks have been magical to me.
These were the days I fought for.
These were the days I wanted.
These are the days I longed to share with my husband and my children. And I am doing just that.
I’ve been overwhelmed with emotions in these weeks, seeing my children change and being so proud of not only what they do, but also who they are.
I think when it comes down to it I haven’t been writing this month because I needed to hold all of this inside. I needed to let it sink in. I needed to steep in the glory that these simple days hold.
Being alive to share these days with my friends and family.
Helping others who are undergoing treatment and surgery.
My days are full and I do not take them for granted.