We packed up the car and headed to Sandusky, Ohio for an overnight trip with our boys. To our surprise, Dr .McLaughlin called. It was Sunday morning, so the last thing we expected was a phone call with the results from the PET/CT scan.
|My Beautiful Boys|
|Had to rock the cruise wear somewhere!|
|My man is amazing!|
As a coach, I spend a lot of time talking to my challengers about not being tied to the number. A number (in this case on the scale) can define you and hold you down because no matter how we progress, all we see is the number. I feel the same way about cancer. If I really want to move forward, to progress, instead of focusing on the number four, we focus on the way my body is reacting to the treatments- so far, so ok!
|Day After First Chemo Treatment- Lower Fix|
I can tell you that each act of kindness truly means the world to me, but one that means more to me that anything else, is the message I received from my Mimi.
You see, if you know me, you know that my beloved grandmother passed away four years ago. Through her life, she was known to be the happiest, kindest woman on earth. She touched the lives of everyone, and I mean everyone she met. From a sales clerk to a cousin. People loved, loved loved Mimi. When she passed, a beautiful ladybug landed on my Grandfather's shoulder as if to say, "I'm here Lip! Don't forget to stir the sauce." She loved ladybugs throughout her life- a sign of luck.
You see after receiving the news that we were looking at stage 4 cancer, I took the boys to the room and Mike took the cart to car. I held my boys on the bed crying, and just said, "Mimi. Please. I just need a sign from you that I am going to be ok. I just need to know that I will be here to watch my boys grow up." I stopped, cleared my tears, and just gave it to God.