Just as soon as posted my last blog, Craig requested morphine for some stomach pain. He says he feels a twisting pain. I hope this will pass, but again, it’s a subtle reminder that, hey wait a sec, Craig has cancer. We fluctuate between bouts of brave optimism to times of utter despair when all we can muster is a whispered ‘aw, jeeze’. When it’s good, it’s good, but when it’s bad, life just seems to stop. I’d like to think that our little well of hope never diminishes, but there are times when the water’s just a little lower than normal. We’ve all been dipping into that same well for almost a year now; it’s bound to take a hit along the way. We’ll have to draw from it again this week as mom undergoes yet another MRI. We wait with bated breath for positive results, and in a few weeks, we'll have to do the same when Craig goes in for his first MRI. We’re drawing strength from each other and from friends and colleagues, but there’s only so much a family can reasonably take. Their prognoses are nearly identical -- they've both been given a year or so -- but as our family likes to say, there are statistics, and then there's mom and Craig. A mother, a wife, a brother, a son…friends to so many. To share this life, for however long, that’s what keeps us going.
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