I am sitting here, in the quiet of the night, waiting for my cakes to cool down before I put them into the fridge. I am baking for a very special night tomorrow.
Tomorrow we are having a special thanksgiving dinner. My little girl, Megan, is going to down her last chemo pill on 14 April 2014, and we are celebrating it tomorrow. It is a big, big deal for me, for all of us.
As I bake, I remembered how it all started, how we discovered her plight, how unreal it all seemed. It still seemed unreal now, and it is still hard for me sometimes when I watch her sleep and wondered how strong she is to have endured all the pain, the frightening moments, the needles, the lumbar puncture, the spinal taps, the many cries from her fellow hospital mates, the tears ...
I am so thankful that we have been blessed and we have found our path as we journey these 2 years. I am forever thankful that my parents brought her to Divine Mercy and she found her faith, her belief. In return, Megan gave me hope, joy, strength to endure and fight. Megan gave me Him, I found it, I found my way.
Thank you Megan, there is much I still have to learn. For now, I look forward to celebrating tomorrow night. I look forward to all the years to come where Megan and her brothers remain healthy and happy. May they always be naughty like little children should be, may they have the many falls and bumps that I will kiss, may they have the memories of being a child as they should be, may they always remain in the watchful eyes of the good Lord.
Thank you to you who have been wondering how Megan has been, your thoughts have touched us.
