I am still here. On top of a long to-do list as I prepare for a big TNT fundraiser in August and for starting my new job soon after that, chemo has just really been knocking me out for the last few weeks. The doctor warned me that the fatigue would get progressively worse, and he was right. But I just keep trying to remember that there is a light at the end of the tunnel for me, at least as far as cancer is concerned.
I have also just been missing my girl so very much. I want to write more. I have so much to say. But for now, I am struggling yet again with the reality that there is no light at the end of this particular tunnel. I miss her. I want my little girl. I want my son to have his big sister. I want my old life back. I would take countless rounds with cancer if I could just have her back.
A fellow bereaved mom shared this on Facebook tonight, and it spoke to me. Partly because I need reminding that I have already made it "through" a lot of dark tunnels, partly because I need reminding that I have what it takes for the ones that remain ahead. But mostly it spoke to me today because it reminded me that sometimes, in some ways, there is no "through." God, I miss my child.