Turn, Turn, Turn

Today is Janet’s birthday. I ‘ll celebrate her by carrying on her memory and life’s mission. She wanted more, much more, for folks living and dying of stage 4 metastatic breast cancer.

Just last week Paul and I were on a kinder open house tour – and I saw a lady with a beanie on. Clearly no hair underneath (this wasn’t for fashion or style – this was chemo). I made a point to join her tour group so that I could talk with her and let her know I’m in her tribe. I was ready to flash my freshly revised port scar and all! As I approached her from behind, she turned around and faced me, I was taken aback, it was my friend Julie (was it a badge of honor that I knew the cancer lady on the school tour? Ugh, I dunno, maybe?…probably not, I’ve lost all sense of perspective at this point).

Julie is living with metastatic disease. She’s my age (ish) and has a daughter Nora’s age. Her life is very different from mine, yet exactly the same. She’s a mom. She’s going on kindergarten tours. She’s trying to figure out the lottery system for her child — same as me. BUT, she has to do all this planning wondering how long she’ll be on this earth – will she be here to watch her child go to kinder? 1st? 2nd? 3rd? You get the point. I want to scream, kick and shout for her.

So then, we continue on with the tour. Paul and I trying to picture our kid(s) at the school, marveling at the dance studio and art room – but I couldn’t stop putting myself in Julie’s shoes. The pit in her stomach as she walked the halls wondering how long she’d get to see her child grow and learn.

It’s GD heart wrenching. I hate it. I hated stealing glances at her on the tour knowing exactly what she was thinking. I wanted to scream like both of my toddlers do every.single.day. THIS IS NOT FAIR. ITS NOT FAIR. SHE’S BEING CHEATED. HER FAMILY IS BEING ROBBED.

All I can say is stage 4 needs more. It’s not just a cute hashtag. Please please please do what you can. No matter how little, because it matters. If you’re able, donate HERE.

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late

 

Peter’s First Trip Around the Sun

A few weeks ago we celebrated Peter’s 1st birthday. It’s incredible to me how quickly this year has flown by. Peter is growing like a weed. He weighs just over 21 pounds (for reference his nearly 3 year old sister weighs 24 pounds! – but she’s a peanut!) and is thriving.

He’s super chill – enduring a daily onslaught of over enthusiastic hugs, kisses and squeezes from Nora. She goes ape sh*t every single time she sees him. Poor guy. I keep telling Nora that he’ll outweigh her before long and he’ll exact his revenge 🙂 But when does reasoning with a toddler ever work?! So she’ll have to learn that lesson the hard way…

Milestone-wise, Peter is a different kid than Nora, and that’s fine. He’s taking his time to find his words and motivate himself to walk. Our pediatrician assures us he’s just perfect and a “boy”. I guess that translates to a bit slower to hit milestones?

Overall, my boy is so happy and smiley. He can keep a giggly game of peek-a-boo going for 15 minutes. And I’m always happy to oblige. There’s no sound on the planet as wonderful as a baby belly laugh.

Below are pics from Peter’s special day. Thank you to all of our friends and family who came out. Especially to Dr. Katz and the Conklyn’s. We felt very honored and humbled to have Dr. Katz celebrate the child whose life he saved. If it weren’t for him, we would not have Peter in our family. I thought that’s unbearable to me.

And to the Conklyn’s – who knew last summer as Katie and I lay in hospital rooms next door to one another going through the same medical experience – what a life long bond would be formed. We can’t wait to continue to watch your miracle boys grow up!

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