It's been 8 months since I last blogged (in written form). I took blogging to video. More comfortable talkin' than writin'.
What I thought was a surgery to beat cancer wasn't.
What I thought was a temporary blip on our family screen turned out to be a tsunami of what's next.
My husband's cancer spread. Spread again. And here we are. I hate the phrase "fight of your life". Cause really...is a watergun a match for a forest fire?
Watching my husband's physical appearance change has been strange. We all change throughout time. This wasn't a time thing - this happened overnight. Similar to how my wrinkles are erased by the magic of Botox. His youthful appearance has been erased by the ravaging of cancer.
My kids are suffering. Not in silence. We have always been a family who shares "feelings". Good training for the future as it turns out. So much pain and sadness coming from their tiny hearts. I comfort them as best I can. I am hoping it's good enough.
Why Give A Crap What I Say? It's JUST me.
Why should you give a crap about me? I have no idea... BUT....I want to thank you for joining me on my journey of a super shitty - averagely happy - drama filled - absolutely hilariously funny life. I clearly feel the need to spill my guts about what is happening in my life to people I don't know. The funniest most off color TRUE stories you've ever heard - and when you least expect it, you'll cry like a baby.
The photo you are seeing is "my" yard in the summer. A home is not a place it is the inhabitants that make it a home.
With love, Alyce