Just a few days ago, I was reading back on her old caringbridge page through those first days after diagnosis. I read through the messages of love and support from friends, family and strangers all over the world. I read between the lines of my posts to the fear that was hiding just underneath the surface. I read through the first days of her chemotherapy when she was SO sick... (and I was so pregnant!). And it brought tears to my eyes as I remembered the day that her hair first started falling out... I cried while I changed her sheets to get the loose strands out of her sight. One of our most favorite care partners came in, saw what I was doing and jumped in to help as she cried with me.
I remember being so overwhelmed as the doctors handed me this huge book about "Your Child and Cancer." That's a sentence that should never go together. Ever. While it was hard relive the nightmare of those first few weeks and months, I never want to forget what it was like. I never want to take life for granted or forget to cherish each moment...
But today we celebrate. We celebrate Kennedy's life. We will always remember the doctors and nurses who helped her fight, and we will remember all the friends we made along the way... those still with us and those in Heaven. I will always be thankful for their lives and try to honor their memory however I can. More than anything, today I thank God for this precious gift He gave us when He gave us Kennedy. We are so blessed.
Six years, baby! Keep on rockin' it!