What a week can do

At this time last week, we had no idea what was coming. We were contemplating birthday dinner options when the doctor called and said to go to the ER -- that it was critical. At 7:12 p.m., I texted, "This is not looking good." Here we are, one cancer diagnosis and a million thoughtful gestures later. "You have an incredible support system," a nurse said the other day, yet she has only witnessed a fraction of your kindness. Thank you for helping us find the sunshine; it's always there. All we need at this time is for you to keep sending the beams our direction!


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