It's amazing how life can change in just a few months. We are now 8 months post chemo. We moved to a new house. We had to. After being in isolation for a year, we needed a fresh start. That house felt like a treatment facility to me. Emergency numbers posted all over our fridge, bottles and bottles of medications engulfing our counter tops, buckets throughout the house for sickness, and memories in almost every room that flashed me back to a place I don't ever want to be again. Life is so busy now, teetering on too busy sometimes. Scans creep up on us every three months much too quickly. We have another month of freedom until I wait on those results again. It's terrifying and humbling at the same time.
I watch my 4 year old Taylor embrace her classmates at preschool, beaming at me, and introducing her new friends. She proudly announced that her cancer is all gone now, so she can have friends, and my heart swells with hope for her. She sits in front of the mirror in my bathroom, smooths her short pixie cut with my hairbrush, and runs to find her daddy so he can tell her how pretty she is. She is often a WILD woman, happy and sassy, no longer the quiet little girl resting on my couch. We are packing our days full of fun, full of thankfulness, and full of hope for our sweet girl. We continued to be humbled by those still fighting. My heart breaks for those families. There isn't a day that goes by that I am not so thankful for the health of my little Tay Tay.
