Sunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
When I started my journey through cancer, I was afraid...terrified even. My husband was in Iraq and I had cancer. A very treatable one, but the "C-word" nonetheless. The first few weeks after diagnosis were rough. I laughed very little and talked to very few people. When I was finally able to cope with having cancer it was freeing. I wasn't going to let this thing beat me, I wasn't going to let it take over my life. So send in the clowns!
You can’t laugh and be afraid at the same time—of anything.~Stephen Colbert, Parade Magazine
I honestly think that my ability to deal with having cancer was because I tried to laugh through the whole thing. I couldn't put my finger on what it was about laughing at cancer that was so nice, until I read Parade Magazine this past weekend. There was an interesting story about Stephen Colbert, from The Colbert Report. I love the very last line in the story (the above quote), because you can't be afraid if you are laughing. I couldn't be afraid of cancer if I was always saying, "Na na na na boo boo!"
So I started trying to find ways to poke fun at cancer and find the humor in it. I now have many names for my scar: Pez-head, Zipper, my permanent smile, Cut-throat. Would I be like Spiderman after I received the radioactive iodine treatment? (Unfortunately I have not yet discovered any superpowers) Would I glow in the dark after said treatment? I was hoping for something fun, but nope. It has turned out that each time Ian has deployed he has returned early, because of me having cancer-related surgery (or being diagnosed), we are 3 for 3 with deployments and early returns. Hopefully we make it through an entire deployment sometime, but until then I'll enjoy my favorite joke, "Oh, go on that deployment, Honey, but I know exactly what to do to get you home early!"
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Now that Ian has moved over to his squadron (VMFA 323), he had his ceremony in the hangar. It was pretty neat, I've neve been to a re-enlistment before and Jack LOVED seeing the jets up close.
It wasn't a long ceremony, mabye 10 mintues. There was a stack of paperwork for Ian to sign (I supposed enough to sign your life away) and even I was presented with a Certificate of Appreciation. It was the first time I was recognized by the Marine Corps. I felt pretty special too.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
When we were waiting for our referral for Jack, I found a site especially for families adopting from Korea that were using the same agency as us. At first it was nice to know there were others who were struggling with the wait and were eager for our weekly updates from the program coordinator. The longer we waited, the more we leaned on each other for support and we became a family of sorts...an adoptive family. We each cheered and cried tears of joy for one another when we got our referrals and when our children we able to come home. It was so exciting to find out who got a referral or a travel call...and to find out who else was nesting like crazy! The site isn't as active as it was 2 years ago, but we still post pictures of our sweet children and enjoy sharing the challenges of parenthood.
One of my friends from the site has a dear friend who is waiting to adoption their second child. Because we are all a part of that adoption community, I volunteered to post their website on my blog...to cast their net out a little further. This couple has been networking for over a year now in search of a birthmother who desires to make an adoption plan for her child with little success. I hope my little blog can extend their network just a little more and help bring their family together forever.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Jack has started turning into a little boy, the baby Jack is almost gone. Part of it breaks my heart to see him grow up, but he really is a cheerful child and loves to laugh and make others laugh. He has been doing fantastic with using the potty. He only wears a diaper now at night and rarely has accidents. Each time he goes, he is so proud of himself...I guess it probably helps that I sing a special "potty song" each time, he gets a sticker for his poster, is allowed to choose what color M&M he eats, and gets a Matchbox car each 10 successes and a Curious George book at the end of an accident-free day. Potty training certainly can be expensive!
Now, for the pictures:
Our spider...you can see the fly we threw in the web for him to eat. Russ & Jenni, do you remember feeding the spider at the Ranger Station? Ian thinks it's the same kind of spider.