90 days later

13 weeks ago Liz was diagnosed with breast cancer. What a ride so far: we started this journey with a lot of fear, and we're pushing through with hope and faith.

Liz is in the third week of the fourth chemo cycle. Two more to go before the all-important scans. If she's in remission, we'll ditch one of the three nasty chemo drugs and she'll hopefully start feeling much better later in July. She's feeling a little better each day of this third week, so I hope we'll be able to have a few more good days before the next chemo round. We're holding things together in the meantime with the strength from one another and with the help of many good people.

Grandma went home Saturday. We miss her very much. See photo below if you wonder why.

Cohen started swim lessons yesterday so he'll be ready for summer camp: a week-long camp for kids who have a parent with cancer. Jensen nervously watched his brother swim, with one hand on his pretzels and the other holding his backpack. When I asked him why he didn't play with his cars, he responded, "I didn't want them to get wet." So we sat. And watched. I'm looking forward to it again tonight. If the boys are awake and happy enough—I'll be the judge—then we'll go to this summer's first car show on our town's main street. They both love it, and it gives us some quality fun time together. It's party time, chumps.

Go Team Liz.

By Colette, inspiring cancer spouse, at mycomputerismycanvas.com