The power of prayer

I will be honest, the last couple of days have been rough. I am sleeping in small doses and it is catching up with me. I love having the children here but it also comes with a price of always being "there" and having my brave face on. Both worth having them home. Again, the friends that have taken them all for days and nights without hesitation... There just aren't enough hugs or thank yous. What you have given our family is precious. After some long, serious talks with E,S and H, I have spoken with someone from Cancer family services about individual counseling and a neat sounding 4 week program for the kids beginning in September. The girls are acting like they would rather have a root canal but have been given no choice on the matter of attending. We can always back down but their silent  fear and tears are pushing me over the edge with worry about their health and well being. Again, Henry's questions are so well thought out, it is scary. They are amazing. So, I have been sad about all of that. I feel like I am healing well and have the pain under control most of the time but have moved onto my big book of questions regarding next steps and chemo etc. we meet with the oncologist next Friday at 2pm. Basketball has started for the girls and soccer will start for the girls and Henry soon. While I am breathing into a paper bag trying to write everyone schedules, including mine, I can't wait to be able to go sit in my chair on a nice fall day and watch them play. One of my favorite things to do. Who would have thought?:) In light of these stresses, and some quiet tears in my room with worry about the kids going through this path with me, I need to count some blessings... All just immeasurable. A simple card coming everyday from our neighbor. A quick, short text from a friend that I know is extremely busy with work and her 3 littles came at such a perfect moment that dried my tears and had me saying a huge prayer of thanks for all moms and friends that just "get the pain" when your children are faced with even the slightest bump in the road. Knowing there will be more yet still ready to take on the fight for whatever "it" may be in place of their children.
Barb F. As I told you in a quick Facebook message today. You are simply an angel. With all of the emotional stuff the girls have been trying to deal with, your loving words and wisdom in the cards you sent could not have been more perfect. Nor the timing of their arrival. Sarah's looks like it might be 10 years old, she has had it clutched in her hands and has read it and cried( good tears!) many,many times. I again am forever grateful.
If I learn anything from this journey, it should be... if I am thinking of someone, take the time to let them know it. It will only take a minute and could matter most at that time.