One Year.

     It's hard to believe so much time has passed that has lead to this anniversary post. Looking back, it seems like an eternity ago and just yesterday all at the same time. It's been exactly one year since the moment when the resident came into our room to reluctantly admit that it was, in fact, cancer and that we were being transferred to MD Anderson. September 11, 2018, at 0946 will forever be burned into our memories. It's a part of who we are now, what's shaped us into the people we are today. I would have never imagined this would be our life today, and I wouldn't wish this on anyone.

     Honestly, I could write a J.K. Rowling length post on all of the negative aspects this year brought to my husband, myself, and our loved ones. This year has been grueling. However, we have been showered with immense amounts of love; outpouring love from people who've known us our wholes lives as well as love from complete strangers. This year has taught us to forever be grateful for the time we are given. To appreciate the friends and family who drop everything to do what they to help us. To soak up those sweet puppy dog snuggles and give extra big hugs to those who love you. To be mindful, present in all the little moments that create this life we have to live.

     So, instead of focusing on the "why" and the "what the hell, this is so unfair", this post is dedicated to all of the blessings the last year has showered upon us.




     Thank you to everyone who has battled this journey with us. Co completes week 4 of radiation & chemo tomorrow. He's been such a trooper through all of this. We fly home a week from tomorrow and we will hopefully have the opportunity to take our lives back. In an odd way, I'm grateful for the past year and the lessons it's brought us. We don't know what the future will bring, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it. Until then, we will keep fighting the good fight, Cody's Fight. 


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