I have been negligent in my attempts to be a blogger. I never have been much for keeping a journal and the like, but I'm going to try to post more often, even if it's short anecdotes of our daily lives.
The past two weeks have made me more appreciative of my family and the time I have with them. Friends of ours found out that their five year-old son who had neuroblastoma (cancer) two years ago is relapsing. When he was first diagnosed, he had a 30% chance of living. For relapsed stage IV neuroblastoma, there is no known cure. They're hoping for another remission, but his chance of getting one is only about 10%. How does a parent handle hearing something like that? My heart breaks for them every day as I pray for their son, and I'm looking at my own children and the time I have with them a lot differently.
We're getting ready to spend a weekend at my in-laws'. I'm going to a consignment sale Saturday morning in Tonganoxie, going out to lunch with Justin for a VERY belated anniversary date, and then his band has a show in Tongie that night. Glenna is going to sleep over with her cousin at my brother and sister-in-law's house. Sunday, we're going with them to Crossroads to visit our old church family and then out to eat with everybody. Should be an eventful weekend. I'm sure I'll be exhausted by the time we get home (and not at all ready for Monday morning.)
