Hello Friends and Family,

The Curry’s had a very nice weekend. It has been wonderful to be able to take Sharmi to church again. One of her favorite songs is “Sabbath is a Happy Day.” We always ask her if she wants to go to church or not and she is always excited about going. This week during church she kept going back and forth between us and baby Elora. Sharma kept saying “take Elora” and off she would go to share her toys. This was really great to see since she has been struggling with insecurities. Friday night I had attended a medical lecture on Cancer and even though I took her and Patty alone to watch her (Sharmi could always see me though the windows), she was still very clingy that night. My independent little girl who we used to feel lucky when we got a hug, slept with her arms wrapped around my neck or crawled up on top of me with repeated plea’s of “need you” (which melts or breaks my heart every time she says it). When she woke up she was determined to hold both Daddy’s and Mommy’s hands as if to keep anyone from ever leaving her again.

Saturday afternoon we spent a few hours at Del Mar Beach with the church group. Sharmi loved the doggies. Every time one walked by she said, “touch doggie.” She also enjoyed walking barefoot in the sand and throwing rocks into the waves. She waits for a “big one” before she will throw it. It seems as if her primary goal was to wait long enough to get daddy’s shoes wet (she practiced this tactic on grandma and grandpa last week before they went home.)

We missed grandma on Mother’s day. But we are incredibly grateful for the amount of time that both grandma and papa have spent with us over the last several months. Between my illness in February and Sharmi’s diagnosis the first of March, my mother has spent more time at my house then hers this year. Mom has been quit the cinderella. She has taken care of both Sharmi and me. She has cooked, cleaned, bathed, read books, researched medical care and supplements, gone to tons of appointments and did all of the little things to keep our lives going. Dad has also been wonderful. He has painted, gardened, cleaned cars, read books, played and fed Sharmi (which was a lot when she was on steroids.)

We are very grateful for how well Sharmi is doing and I am trying to ignore the huge “to do” list enough to play with her while she is feeling good.