“We all have seasons of change — what matters is that we keep finding our way forward.”
Carrying a little extra stress lately — nothing earth-shattering, just the kind that creeps up when life gets busy and your heart is stretched in different directions.
Our oldest daughter recently moved out west. I’m so proud of the amazing woman she’s become, but we miss her deeply. Our middle daughter is backpacking across Europe — another incredible adventure and another test for this mom’s nerves. As our children get older, the stakes feel higher, and I’m learning (slowly) to manage the worry that comes with letting go.
Thankfully, our youngest is still at home — a whirlwind of energy and activity. She’s taken up competitive volleyball, and while it’s exciting to see her push herself, it’s also hard watching her navigate the ups and downs of fitting in and finding her place.
This week brings its own challenges — one is meeting my new oncologist for my first six-month follow-up since my recurrence in 2022. Change is hard, these appointments are hard. My former doctor helped save my life...twice, and now I’ll be sitting across from someone new, someone I don’t yet know or trust.
I’m grateful to have care, but these appointments always stir up more than just medical details. They remind me that while we’ve survived so much, the weight of it never fully disappears — it just shifts.
Even with all the change and uncertainty, I remind myself how far I’ve come. My daughters are building beautiful lives, partly because they’ve watched me fight for mine. And that gives me hope that we’ll all keep finding our way forward.
Here’s to another day lived and loved. 💚
Carrying a little extra stress lately — nothing earth-shattering, just the kind that creeps up when life gets busy and your heart is stretched in different directions.
Our oldest daughter recently moved out west. I’m so proud of the amazing woman she’s become, but we miss her deeply. Our middle daughter is backpacking across Europe — another incredible adventure and another test for this mom’s nerves. As our children get older, the stakes feel higher, and I’m learning (slowly) to manage the worry that comes with letting go.
Thankfully, our youngest is still at home — a whirlwind of energy and activity. She’s taken up competitive volleyball, and while it’s exciting to see her push herself, it’s also hard watching her navigate the ups and downs of fitting in and finding her place.
This week brings its own challenges — one is meeting my new oncologist for my first six-month follow-up since my recurrence in 2022. Change is hard, these appointments are hard. My former doctor helped save my life...twice, and now I’ll be sitting across from someone new, someone I don’t yet know or trust.
I’m grateful to have care, but these appointments always stir up more than just medical details. They remind me that while we’ve survived so much, the weight of it never fully disappears — it just shifts.
Even with all the change and uncertainty, I remind myself how far I’ve come. My daughters are building beautiful lives, partly because they’ve watched me fight for mine. And that gives me hope that we’ll all keep finding our way forward.
Here’s to another day lived and loved. 💚
