This past weekend we were blessed.  Blessed with Glorious Weather, Great Company, and SOFTBALL!!!  Just a normal weekend in June.  It was NORMAL.  It felt normal.  It felt good.  Tim was secretly worried about whether he'd be able to manage; manage the walking, the really long days, the heat...let me tell you he ROCKED IT!!!  He loaded stuff in and out of the Explorer, set up the canopy, took down the canopy, pulled the wagon, pulled the cooler...all of the stuff he's done for every single tournament in the past.  He had NOTHING to be worried about.  It made my hear so happy to know that he was experiencing life just the way he wanted to be.  I write this knowing what he fears...it takes my breath away; I literally have to tell myself to breathe...it brings tears to my eyes....I want him to always be able to do these normal things without challenges, without restrictions.  I don't want him to be sidelined.  I want him, us, life to just be normal...and this weekend it was.  

We spent the weekend in Ohio for a tournament and it didn't rain!!!!  Anyone who's spent any time in Ohio knows that it is sure to rain when you're there.  This weekend, however, it did not rain!!  Praise be!!  The girls played their hearts out for the first time since February.  They came in third but we'll blame that on bad umping and a less than favorable way of seeding the teams.  LOL  

Tim is in an "off" week of chemo.  His last treatment was last Monday, 6/1.  He's a quarter of the way through and in the doldrums of treatment.  Numbers all look good blood work wise.  He's gotten ahead of some of the more unpleasant side effects and we're just marking the days by his infusion treatments and of course SOFTBALL WEEKENDS!!!

Tim is definitely losing his hair.  He tried telling me a few weeks ago he wasn't; I think it was more denial than anything else.  It's a bit fuzzy.  I told him we should buzz it off.  He's had a buzz before and he's got a great shaped head for it!!  It might help with the falling out if its really short.  Who knows...I don't.   He's very much aware that the weight loss and now the hair loss affects what he sees in the mirror...I know the thoughts that run through his mind....I wish I could take those thoughts away.  Thankfully they're fleeting and each week brings us closer to the finish line where the weight comes back and so does the hair and the worries and thoughts fade into the rear view mirror instead of the one he's looking directly at.  Then we get to experience a new normal.  A normal of periodic blood work and scans and hoping all stays clear.  But we're not going to get a head of ourselves because our normal right now is going pretty great. 

Thanks for checking in!!!