Dear Body: Please stop this. I know you've been run through the mill the last two plus years with weightloss then a twin pregnancy and now endometriosis, interstitial cystitis, a staph infection, three surgeries within six months, and just plain being fat again. I get that you want to be treated right and that you want to be in it for the long haul. But you gotta give me something to work with. If all I can do is take pain pills and sleep, I'm not going to be able to help end this cycle. You are being fed well now. You are being pampered every day with at least a bath each day. You need to let me feel better so that we can fix this all.
Dear Husby: Thank you. You are my rock. And you rock. I know it's hard to watch me suffer but you are doing so with grace. That, in itself, helps me. I know there are better days ahead for us both. I cannot wait to get there.
Dear Blue and Green: I am more in love with you every day! I don't know how I lived for 36 years without you. I know someday you will start to give me a run for my money and somedays will be harder than others. But right now it's just all beauty. Blue - I love that you need your brother. You cannot stand to not know where he is. You don't have to be beside him doing the same thing, but you absolutely need to know he's ok and that he's accessible. I love that. I also love that you like to pretend you don't need anyone else. You have a softspot for me that gives itself away every time you fight going to sleep. I love that you let me be special for you. Green - I love that you think you don't need your brother. You act like he's an annoyance but when he's apart from you, you search for him more than he does for you - and he searches for you endlessly. I love that you know you need me. You have the same softspot for me that your brother does - but you do not try to deny it. To both Blue and Green, I love that it is so easy to make you laugh. I love your little laughs and I hope you always are able to find the funny! It's something I want to make sure to teach you!
Dear Husby's job: You need Houston. Knock it off. You won't be happy just being in Nashville. There is a reason you have a center here and that this is the largest center you have.
Dear Husby's cancer: Go away. I do not want my Husby to have to have another surgery because of you. I do not want my Husby to have to deal with any of this. Just go away.
Dear Cancer of any kind: Go away.
Dear Summer: I don't have it in me to enjoy the pool or the great outdoors this year. So please go away and bring us a beautiful cool front. I know one is lingering out there. Let it get to Houston. It's ok. We'll welcome it. I promise!
That is all. Have a great weekend!
Cancer blows. Period. Oh and I love you.
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