Day 574 | One year post-chemo

I ended IV chemo a year ago today. Nothing big or celebratory, but it's a small victory.


I'll take it on a day when I am being pummeled with moving stuff - new carpet measurements, how to dispose of our many moving boxes (Craigslist), and where the heck the box with our coats went - and trying to work a little to not drown upon my return.


(Worst PTO ever btw, moving).


Every day without pain, without a recurrence is a good one, though real life stuff still creeps up - I am happy today to be alive.

Day 557 | Goodbye House

On our last week together - ours with the house - I thought I would write a small summary of our time in the Columbus house. 

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Dear house,

It’s been kind of a crazy two and a half years. I had no idea when I moved in here exactly what kind of crazy. 

I moved into a three bedroom house. Single. Newish to town. Unclear on what the future would hold. 

Sure - I hoped I would fill the house with children. I hoped that my future (currently unmet) husband and I wouldn’t move until we were ready to have number three. Which I’d hoped was five years away. 

In summary. There were a lot of hopes. 

Then I met P, we were so sure of each other that we had G fairly soon. Then, the lump. The pain that followed. The happiness from the smallest hands with big cries. The ups and downs - The healing that started here. 

The two years we spent here in Columbus could have been a blip. Could have been a nothing time. We could have never met. We could have fared much worse. 

A million more things could have happened differently - there so many “could haves” - but, I am pretty happy with my actuals, despite the crazy turns. 

So, this week we are moving together. Stronger than ever. Not with the three kids I imagined. But with a man better than I could have expected  (and the world’s cutest 13 month old). 

So, goodbye house with your beautiful floors and pink door. Goodbye Columbus. Thanks for being everything that we needed at exactly the right moment. 

Now - time for a new house to fill with new hopes. And hopefully a lifetime of memories there (or at least another two and a half years of memories before another move).