Hope Moves Mountains

Behind the scenes photo with Morgan Freeman during our Stand Up 2 Cancer PSA shoot and the published ad. So amazing to be a part of this. I feel like this is my journey to be open and show that "You have been assigned this Mountain to show that it can be moved." I had 2 more surgeries, endless physical therapy and a long recovery still ahead of me after these photos were taken. 

The song "Time Keeps on Slipping into the Future" comes to mind today. In just a couple of months I'll hit the 2 years since I was diagnosed mark. Right now my thoughts are with the job I had been hired for, that was a perfect work from home but go into the office once a week steady paycheck, let's start looking at houses kind of job. My husband had commercials running, I had a great part time job and the girls were happy. Annabelle was only 4 months old. This day 2 years ago. I didn't know I had a time bomb lurking beneath the surface.  Today we are watching every dollar we spend, I have been replaced at that job long ago and I'm doing another part time job that doesn't pay much, not enough to think about getting the girls a house with a yard like we had dreamed,  but I'm learning new job skills and it reminds me to keep the faith in God that everything will work out and we will all be ok.  I had an MRI on my neck a couple of weeks ago because last

"Your cured, you should be happy." is the answer I got when I visited my oncologist for a follow up but the nurse had moved up my appointment because I called her in tears and told her I thought something was wrong because I was crying all the time. "I feel like I'm on a sinking ship." I told her. She understood. She had been thru cancer herself years before.  I didn't know what was wrong with me. Sure, I had been thru a war, hell and back basically and I had done it all with a smile on my face, taking care of my 3 girls and keeping my eyes on the finish line. But when the finish line came, I wasn't finished.  September 9th I had what I thought would be my last surgery. I had braved the path of 5 surgeries, 4 rounds of chemo and then when I thought it was all wrapped up in a nice neat bow, even my "last" surgery had been scheduled for a year to the day of my first surgery. Then 9 days later the hematoma broke loose and hell came with it. I lo