Weekend

 The weekend was largely unremarkable.  I was very pleased that I didn't feel too many effects from my infusion.  I was kind of tired on Friday, but I decided to pretend I wasn't and it worked!

Also, a bonus on Friday, I talked to both sisters and my dad on the phone.

I pruned some plants on Saturday and told Mark that I thought I was ready to take over their care again.

It feels great to feel like I'm back!

Shannon and I went to lunch on Saturday and it was so nice to reconnect.  She kindly asked me if I wanted to talk about my mom and I did.  (Sometimes I don't.)  It felt good to recount a little about the funeral and my feelings surrounding it all.  

Saturday afternoon, Mark and I took a walk.  He asked if he could interview me because he needed to interview someone with cancer for his health class.

I said, "What if you didn't know someone with cancer?" He said it was one of the choices.  

It was a thought provoking conversation.

He asked me the biggest lesson I've learned from having cancer. I told him that I had learned about the power of prayer.  There have been many days that I didn't know how I was going to make it through the day.  I would pray the whole way to school.  It always worked.  Also, I've felt help and strength from the prayers of others.  I never realized how much of a difference it made when people pray for you.

He asked about the response of friends and family to my cancer.  I couldn't have asked for better support and help.  That is humbling to realize.

He asked what advice I would give someone who had just been diagnosed with cancer.  I said I would tell them what Janet told me: take one day at a time.  Figure out what you can control and what you can't and try to only focus on what you can control.  Also, don't google it.  Finally, let people in.  Let people help you.  

He asked what advice I would give the friends and family of someone diagnosed with cancer.  I said, "Be like Adam and Mark.  And everyone else who has been so kind and supportive to me."

Then, Mark told me the ways he had seen me learn and change.

So if you saw me crying on the Murdock Canal Trail Saturday, blame that conversation....

Sunday I led the singing in primary.  I had them roll a die (you can take the girl out of Nevada, but you can't take Nevada out of the girl apparently) and the number corresponded to a song we would sing.  If they rolled a 6, they got to choose a song.

They chose Gethsemene.  I knew they would.  And I don't mind at all because I love that song (also it was number 4, so we sang it twice).

The hardest thing that ever was done,

The greatest pain that ever was known,

The biggest battle that ever was won—

This was done by Jesus!

The fight was won by Jesus!

I know why they like it so much.