In April, 2010, when Andrew was 2 1/2, a tumor was discovered behind his eye. The tumor was removed, but it was found to be an aggressive cancer. He endured seven months of chemo and six weeks radiation. In December of 2010, the day after his last treatment, he was rushed to the ER with an almost fatal bacterial infection. He survived.

He is now seven-years-old!! I don't visit here much, because during the ordeal, this is where I dumped everything--my rage, my fear, my sadness, my ugly, my hope, my everything. But I want all of you who supported and prayed for us to hear his updates. You helped me survive, and I am deeply thankful. Every once in awhile, I will check in to let you know how he's doing. Please continue to pray that cancer will never return to his body. Thank you.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Roses Blooming

I suppose it's not a big thing. 
They would be beautiful without me. 
And really, I don't know what I'm doing. 
But I feel proud! 
Starting around the first of January I started pruning my roses. 
I cut back about one or two rose bushes per day while my kids played in the yard.

 After I chop them to bits,
it always takes a little faith
(and imagination)
 to believe that my roses will ever bloom again.
 But they always do.

A little love, a little patience, a little faith.


1 comment:

  1. goregeous (especially with that new camera to snap them ;)) I so agree with you- I love love roses. We had them planted all over the place at our old house, but I have not a one in the ground here in Vermont. I should get on top of that as they aren't always the fastest growers! I too used to cringe when pruning them back and I'd keep my fingers crossed for blooms :).

    Thanks for sharing your garbage disposal story with me- it helps to know I wasn't the only one with strange things fished out of the drain!


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