Throwback post on the way to my oncologist appointment.
Today is the 100th day of school. It was supposed to be Monday, but you know…
Myself and the rest of my 26 kinders will dress up like we are 100 years old.
Oh, I will be quite a sight.
100 school days ago I was angry and frustrated. We had school choice hit our district, and it hit our school hard. We had two building given the option of sending their kids to us, with no extra funds give by the state. I suddenly went from 21 to 26 kindergarteners in a matter of three days… right before school started.
I’m still exhausted when I get home, and it takes me longer to get through everything. But, I also got more hugs and have bigger dance parties.
100 school days ago I would rush out of the building, grab my kids, then drive almost an hour for swim practice. I would sit for three hours, then drive home exhausted. I would eat Panera or whatever crap I could pack to eat, do homework in the car. Now?
I come home and have an organic whole food plant based dinner. I’ll snuggle on the couch or take a bath. I miss my swim family terribly, and will always feel bad Morgan no longer does what she loved and excelled at. But morgan loves being home and snuggling, and Quinn is happy playing with kasha.
100 school days ago we were planning a super secret trip to Disney in October. Then a hurricane hit so we rescheduled to Christmas. Then cancer hit, and it’s postponed indefinitely.
100 school days ago…
I didn’t know I had cancer. Oh, I had it, but I didn’t know. Instead, I was worried my husband had cancer, and my daughter had alopecia. Morgans hair is back, Rob’s biopsy came back clear, then boom.
I was diagnosed stage four out of the blue.
I wouldn’t wish to go back 100 school days, because back then it was growing without me trying to stop it.
Instead, I’ll wish to make it to 100 years old, along with rob.
So today, as I dress up like a 100 year old woman, I’ll give rob a preview of what’s to come.
These 100 days of school have truly been life changing…
but I try to focus more on the good changes than the bad. It’s not always easy, but I have my family, friends and all of you to remind me about the good.
Here’s to the 100th day of school…
And being a cured 100 year old cancer free mom/teacher/friend/hot wife.
I am cured.
I am cured.
I am cured.
In Jesus’s name, amen.