No news is good news.

Two weeks since my last post. And truly, no news is good news, and I don't really have any news. I hate to just keep writing more of the same, and, honestly, not much has changed: Misty's still having good days and bad days. A few times she's been able to go all day with only one pain pill. Lately she's had a head cold or something and she's been feeling "ucky" (her word, not mine). But, all in all, she's doing fairly well.

She was supposed to go in for another round of chemo this week, but her sniffles and sore throat would have kept her out. Hopefully she'll be able to go in next week.

And, again, more of the same: thanks, thanks, and more thanks. I know I haven't shown enough appreciation for the kids' teachers and some of the other staff at Southgate Elementary. Thanks for the gift baskets and snacks, and especially for the work done in our backyard. We're especailly grateful for the teachers who are making sure our difficult situation doesn't interfere with the field trips and extra-curricular activities the kids enjoy.

I also ran across this essay I wrote over a year ago for an English composition class I was taking. I reread it and it moved me with new significance. I thought some of you might enjoy it.