Roller coaster

Yesterday was an odd day for me. I was happy in the morning, sad in the afternoon, and extremely grateful by the end of the evening. It's all thanks to Tuesday. I came across her family's blog and it instantly sucked me in. You see, Tuesday just recently lost her fight with cancer earlier this year. She was a 2 year old child with a twin sister and 2 other siblings. I'm all too familiar with the cancer world, but not pediatric cancer. It's unfair her family is panged with this and left to pick up the pieces of losing a child. Their pain belongs to them, only them. There's are no words to offer, just good thoughts and prayers to send. My heart hurts for them....

I hate that their horrible story made me so grateful for my living, healthy child. I hate that it made my time feel more precious and how many extra kisses I gave. I hate that pediactric cancer takes thousands of lives and leaves gaping holes in the hearts that may never ever feel whole again. I hate that I feel helpless, I hate that my tiny contributions aren't enough, I hate cancer....

Despite the emotional day, I felt compelled to take advantage of the warm weather and go for a walk with my family. I love that word. I love my family. I love my life. I am grateful, especially for my living, healthy child. Sweet Tuesday, I am grateful for you.