I'm alive...

I'm alive. The ct scan found no evidence of metastatic cancer. I still wake up some mornings in disbelief.. But I'm quick to remind myself I have prayed for this miracle, and so I thank God for another day. I'm alive. I am alive. I have prayed, endured the chemo and I am alive. Today, I was thinking about my life one year ago. I was going to oncology rehab, exercising and preparing for the Alaska Run for Women. It was only a 1 mile walk but I wanted to make sure I could do it. Chemo made me tired. I got wore out easily and my strength was minimal. There were times I held my grandbaby and i would hurt so much I would have to give him to someone else. One year is not that long ago. I'm doing the same event this weekend but this year I feel more alive than ever. My goodness... I'm alive.

Making memories

I've got plans, bucket lists, goals and crazy ideas but ultimately its about making memories and having fun along the way. 

I'm not to worried about finding the perfect day, the perfect moment but I do admit sometimes the idea of these "events" stresses me out.  And that is where the hesitation to move forward makes its appearance.

Sometimes I feel like "having fun" is more important than the "event" itself.  Its like I want that "Martha Stewart" picture perfect moment without the headache of overplanning every detail.  So here I am... just making memories..