Life happened. The storm hit and with fierce powerful blows. Cancerous blows to be exact.
Cancer. It sucks major balls. In late May my grandmother "discovered" the lumps. The lumps that would shape the coming weeks. Then in early June it was confirmed that our worst suspicions were in fact reality. It was hard, I had so much worry and research. Research is my thing. My security blanket if you will. When faced with the big and bad I turn to research. I quiet literally drown myself in it actually. I feel that if I know everything I possibly can about whatever topic it may be that I feel slightly better. It can't intimidate me too bad if I know everything about it. Right?
I had to take a step back from genealogy, there wasn't enough time for everything I needed to do.
I digress; I am so unbelievably thankful and ecstatic to be able to come back and type the words I am about to.
June 26, 2012: "Cancer. Free."
Two words. And they meant the world to me. Still do. Even now I can't think of that moment without tearing up. Life knows exactly how to hit you where it's really going to kill, but at the same time life won't take you to where you can't go.
And yes I mean that faithfully.
So I'm back baby. I needed that break and I'm better now because of it. What should be has been restored, and that is how it should be.
My grandmother is a rock star, and I love her so much. She is the sweetest woman, and has always been there for me. And I mean always.
Here's to you Dee, I love you!!!
