One of the most frustrating things about my course of treatment is that I have significant gaps in my memories of those long, Ifosfimide-fogged days. Evidently, I asked my sister if she'd like to keep the blog up during those times...we'll have to trust her, as she wasn't on drugs at the time :-). She decided to cash in on my offer this week. For the record, she came up with her own nickname. Love you, Sarah!



I don't know if you recall in the midst of your first chemo round when you offered for me to 'guest blog' to keep everyone updated in your progress. I think in my not-so-eloquent way I turned you down as I didn't think anyone would be interested in a barf or blood cell count update. Well, I was wrong about that then, and now I do want to take up on that offer.

So I picked up your book, (thanks for the free edition, but I might have bought one anyways), and I found that I couldn't put in down. I got wound into the fabric that has been the past few years of your life through your blog and found myself walking through it with you, like a strange Scrooge moment in a "Christmas Story" where he looks back and knows what's going to happen.
The tears started rolling after the first section of the book ended and I knew what the second section contained, I dreaded starting to read knowing what was in store for our heroine as you started your cancer/move, etc.s!#$^-storm. What a difference seeing all the blogs together at one time vs. checking in from time-to-time over the course of your postings. I can see why so many people in your life want to you send your story out to the world.

I know you don't see yourself as a "inspiration", a "strong woman", etc. etc. you are called on a VERY regular basis. But you should know that as much as you shirk from compliments, you are all of these things, and more.

Best of all, I know because your faith in God is so strong, you would not change a thing about the past, and you will not shy from the hurdles ahead of you (as many as there seem to be, especially with Hurricane Kenmore to deal with).

Thank you for sharing your story, for being you, handling life with a great demeanor and sharing the challenges and inner-demons we all struggle with but too few will share openly and honestly in a public forum.
To say you are a friend or a sister seems to diminish what we have, and I cherish it everyday we talk....which is everyday : )

Love you Booger!!!

---Buttmunch (aka youngest Sis)