I’m only going to say this once: I’m totally legal, I’m a citizen! No one’s getting deported. What we’re doing is getting DE-ported. This post is about Peyton. July 14, 2006 saw us here Peyton looking petrified and me trying my best not to. That was the bed that she laid in as they wheeled [...]
Posts under ‘chemotherapy’
Knowing what crazy looks like doesn’t make it any easier to avoid
A cough in the middle of the night. Followed by another. Then a soft moan of discomfort. That’s all it takes. I’m transported to a night over two years ago when I woke up to hear Peyton crying in her sleep. “I hurt, mommy.” Those three words foreshadowed pain and sickness and disease. I didn’t [...]
Proof that 2008 did, in fact, NOT suck for us!
All over the universe there are lists, lists of things that made us happy, lists of things that pretty much blew, lists of lists. So, of course, because I’m so terribly original, I thought I’d do some lists of my very own! This is probably the most random and scattered list you’ll ever read, full [...]
Am I a deal breaker?
Maybe you’ve tried to make a deal with God. Perhaps your negotiations took place on the bathroom floor, swearing that your lips would never touch a drop of tequila E.V.E.R. again if God would only let you live through the night. I seem to recall I swore I would never even look at Peter again [...]
Swimming in the pink
This whole post was supposed to be about Peyton’s surgery. Her port was scheduled to come out and I had planned to spend an anxious night, dreading and worrying about all the possibilities. But the surgery was postponed because Peyton developed pink eye. Yeah. Pink eye. We can get through cancer and chemotherapy, radiation and [...]
