It is a beautiful day in Poulsbo.  We have come over to my parents for Mother’s Day.  My Dad and Dean made us ladies a lovely brunch and now the kids are both down from a nap.  Sleeping babies is certainly a mothers gift.

Last weekend we went to Spokane for my alumni weekend and for some family time in Spokane.  The highlight for Sharmi was the carousel at Riverfront Park.  We took the girls on it three times.  Sharmi has been talking about it all week.  Sharmi rode on two horses and one tiger.  I rode with Chantel and she didn’t cry but she wrapped her arms around my arm as tight as she could.  She held on for dear life.  This was really fun for me too because I have many wonderful memories of Riverfront park with my family growing up, when I was a little girl.  Sharmi has heard me say, “when I was a little girl” so much that now she uses this phrase all of the time when she is telling stories.  It is soo cute. 

We are headed to the hospital again tomorrow.  She only gets vincristine and starts steroids.  This is must less stressful for me than the procedure days. One thing that I need to ask the doctor about is a sore on Sharmi’s head.  She has had a pimple like sore for on her forehead for over two months.  It is getting worse and she kicks and screams when Dean or I try to look at it.

This cancer has and will continue to effect Sharmi in many ways.  Some for better and some for worse.  One of the positives is how empathetic she is.  The last time we were at my parents, she overheard my mother and my grandmother talking about a doctors appointment for my grandma, Nana to her.  When I was putting her to bed she said, “Mommy, I have to go with Grandma tomorrow to take Nana to the doctors, because I need to hold her hand so she isn’t scared.”  Twenty minutes later when I was holding Chantel, and Sharmi was still fighting sleep she pipes up, “Mommy, it’s too bad that Nana has to go to the doctor.”  That same week after we went home, my mom called and said that she had hurt her ankle really bad.  Sharmi was worried and she said, “Mommy, we need to drive to Grandma’s and make sure her broken leg is OK.”  She has an empathy that many adults still don’t have.  I am so grateful that I can see some positives in this whole ordeal.

Well, I hope you mothers have a wonderful day.

Cheris