Oh gosh. Where to start?
I've been avoiding my blog lately. Avoiding it like a high school nerd avoids a bully in the hallway - glancing at it out of the corner of my eye and wondering if it'll just go away and stop taunting me.
It's been simultaneously a really rough month and a really good month. I'm way past hating the doctor's office. I had several of the worst weeks of my life followed by one of the best days of my life. That best day was the day I found out that I officially don't have cancer. There you have it.
No cancer. I'm 27 years old and I don't have cancer. What a relief, right? I can face anything in comparison to that!
Science is on my bad list right now. Science knows enough to tell you something is wrong. Not enough to tell you what, exactly, is wrong. And certainly not enough to tell you how to fix it. Just that something is wrong. (Yes, you're now collectively shuddering at my lack of correct grammar.)
I am writing, not to garner sympathy, but to share how good life is. Blake is a saint, family is so necessary and wonderful, friends are so generous, and Bear is perfectly snuggly. I feel like I am experiencing miracles in the truest sense and I couldn't be more grateful.