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The Boy came home today and I experienced some guilt and dismay at not being able to scoop him up, cuddle him, rock him or rough house with him. He was soooo tired and I know that the next few days he’ll get less fussy. I also KNOW that this is temporary and he’s fine. He is spending lots of quality time with Grandpa, MawMaw (his choice of names) and Daddy. This is a small price to pay for no breast cancer.


But you know how moms are. If we can guilt ourselves for any reason, we will. Irrational or not. Even with the knowledge that it’s irrational. Thankfully, our God is the great Healer and His healing promises are being kept with me. I am recovering quickly and well so I’m praising God for that!


The hardest part of all of this has been being away from The Boy and the itching- thanks to being allergic to pain meds- and psoriasis itching. Since I don’t need the pain meds, I’m only itching from the psoriasis. 


I knew the separation would be very hard for me. But still. Anyways. It’s late and I’m rambling. The Boy and The Husband are asleep in a mattress in the living room. I was really tempted to join them but that defeats the purpose. 


If you’re going through this with young kids- keep your eye on the goal: healing. Being cancer free. Being here for your kids life. And stay strong in Christ.


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