...In fact I hate them. Too much up and down, too, little control. And throwing up my hands and enjoying the ride? Forget it. White knuckles all the way.

We're definitely on a roller coaster right now. Hubby and I flew to Orlando to househunt...that part was easy, most of the houses were icky, and even the one that we got (after two counteroffers) needs some TLC, but has enough room for our growing family.

We visited the new sarcoma center (Moffit in Tampa). The people are wonderful. The facility is beautiful. The doctor is brilliant. All wonderful news. The bad news? I've already taken too much time off of chemo between my trip to the ICU (long story) and househunting. I have to report for duty (four to five days of chemo--inpatient this time) at the end of the month--and stay for follow up.

So, I'll be moving before my family and won't be present to supervise the move.

AND the house here desperately needs to sell for our financial peace.

AND we need a new van and a refrigerator.

Did I mention to add insult to injury, I'm going to be BALD on the picture for my new FL driver's license? What does one put under "haircolor"? Used to be red?

Do you see the hand of God slowly prying my white-knuckled hands off the bars of my life finger by finger.

Whispering "Trust me".

Not trusting isn't an option right now--but it doesn't make it any easier. We've seen so many little blessings (from some unexpected sources) and have had setbacks (friends and family who don't know what to do, so they stay away), but right now we need some big miracles--and are asking for them, even knowing that God's timing is not ours and that we are being daily strengthened through trials.

God remains good--even on the roller coaster.