This last day before surgery has been admittedly tough. So many errands to run and knowing I'm driving for the last time magnifies the stress. While I know there will be people to help with those errands, it's just one of those little things that you take for granted and it's taken some time to really sink in.
I won't be able to drive for quite a while and won't be able to lift my arms above my shoulders. Just part of my decision to be aggressive with my treatment.
My parents arrived and my cousin, Lucy from Dallas. The joy of seeing her 1 year old triplets?...well, let me just say my cup is full! Babies. Sigh. :) If you know me... I don't have to say anymore.
I'll say it again. We have been so humbled in so many ways. This blog, meals, calls, texts, Facebook posts. Amazing.
And again another difficult moment today was talking to our "second family"...the team. Wow! I went out to talk to them about a fundraiser they will be part of this weekend for Bianca's school. I was the "activities chair" for that event and for obvious reasons had to pass the baton on it. But it was also a prime opportunity to talk with the team about getting "curve balls" in life. I expressed to them I'm about to fight for my life and because they have been given such a wonderful talent....every practice, ever game, every at-bat, every pitch need to be given 100% and nothing less. Coach's wife talk doesn't always come easy...but this time they took it in. And even though they may not get my burritos in-between games, we'll battle through this! :)
I asked Brian how practice went...his response, "Great, nobody said anything. They just seemed to have a different purpose."
So, I can already see this is going to be a time of personal and spiritual growth and I'm thanking God in the storm of uncertainty for the work He will do through me in this!
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