Well,HELLO, this is somewhat new for me. Although I have been "posting" for a while now, it has only been on my daughter Abby's caringbridge site. For the past 3 years I have been giving details and updates on our life with cancer via that website and I continue to do so but I decided that I needed something of my own... and, WHA-LAA, this "Blog" idea came into my mind.
I have always enjoyed writing and since it has become a very cathartic past time for me lately, I thought I would take it one step further and write about more than just "living with childhood cancer". Don't get me wrong, I will be writing about Abby and our journey because, after all, cancer is a MAJOR part of my life BUT I will also be writing about all the other stuff that happens in our crazy household of faith... and yes, that would include writing about our ever precocious and oh-so adorable 4 year old son, Ian. He is a handful but I wouldn't change him for the world... for a CURE, most definitely... for the world, NAH!!!!!
God has shown up in huge, amazing ways in my life in the past 3 years and quite frankly, I cannot think of a time in my life when I have felt closer to Him. When you're told your little girl has stage 4 lung cancer at the age of nine and that same cancer is incurable, you can do one of two things... fall apart OR fall into the arms of the Miracle Maker, God. I chose to do both. I fell apart for about 5 hours on my own and then I fell softly into the arms of God and let Him hold me the rest of the night.... and you know what, He's still holding me. God's good like that. He never lets go even when I fight Him and question "why". So I guess that's where the title of my blog came from, "A NEW KIND OF NORMAL", life as I knew it before April 2007, no longer exist. We have had to adjust to "new normals"... some adjustments are easier than others. Life and death decisions that must be made in the matter of minutes are NEVER in the realm of "normal" but a God who has walked the road before me and waits beside me as I hold my Abby's hand, for me, is completely normal. So in the end, I guess some things never change, like God and His unfailing love for us and the fact that no matter how many tears I cry, I know He holds every one in the palm of His hand and I am so grateful that He does.