Fear-Conquering Love

Mother’s Day weekend 2020 was great. My husband helped me hang family pics on the wall and then he built me a new farmhouse table for the porch! I loved it so much that I decided to keep it in the dining room. My children all sat around it on Mother’s Day Sunday and we had dinner together. My heart and my belly were full!

My husband did the mowing and trimming that afternoon. With all the rain we have been getting, it was a mess! When he finally sat down that evening, he commented that his allergies/sinuses were really flared up and we talked about old people stuff like gas prices and the pollen count. He got up the next morning and went to work as usual and returned home that day. We have all been lifting weights religiously at 4pm daily and that week was no different. We had a good week and good following weekend.

Monday afternoon I got a big wave of fatigue. It's unlike me to not be going full speed, but I had taken a Zyrtec that day, so I thought maybe that had made me drowsy. The week continued with mild symptoms that I easily wrote off as allergy/cold symptoms, but after losing my smell and taste, I decided to get a Covid test.

First of all, huge shout out to Med Express in Lewisburg. Top notch. I have had nothing but great care from everyone there from office staff to PA and I appreciate that so much. Got my symptoms assessed, had my test. The PA said he felt in his gut that I had a cold and he would be very surprised if it came back positive for Covid. I told him I appreciated his sentiments, but I fell for that in 2016, so I will go ahead and not put all my eggs in that basket.

I went home and sat around on pins and needles as I awaited the results, eerily nostalgic of a few years back.

MedExpress called and said the test was positive. Next came notifying everyone that I had contact within certain timeframes, as well as Kevin notifying his employer. This is different from cancer. With cancer I mostly only had me to worry about. With this, I have everybody else to worry about.

Riley and Kevin tested after my results came in. Riley has tested positive with very mild symptoms. Wyatt is awaiting test results. Kevin’s test came back yesterday and was “unidentifiable” so anything I say about that would be mere speculation, as we don't know.

All who have had been around us were contacted by us when test results were received and then also by Health Department.

We continue to all do well.

I have had days of pity party and why me. I have pondered the fact that I really don't have very good luck.

But maybe the opposite is true.
Maybe I have great luck.
No doubt I've endured some crappy things, but God hasn't left my side through any of it.
I'm one of the ones who has tested positive for Covid. What are the odds of that? I had a rare type of breast cancer and now this.
It sucks.
The degree of suck is way up there.
But I'm ok, my family is ok, and I'm prayerfully trusting that everyone else is going to be also.
I was upset Saturday morning and my dad sent me this.
Cancer, Covid, and all the other stuff.
Fear cannot exist where love is in complete control.

706 Potts Creek Road

Dear 706 Potts Creek Road,

Our time with you is coming to a close. 

It has been heavy on my heart to take a little time and tell you how grateful I am for you.

The day we listed the house, I cried. Yes, I’m the one who wanted to move, yet I sobbed when I began thinking of how good you’ve been to us over the years.

The year was 2003 and I was 26 years old. We had moved back to Covington after living in Bluefield for a few years. Kevin had got on at the mill and his probation period was finally up. Life had been tough for those 90 days making $9/hr with two small children. Momaw and Papaw made our house payment in Bluefield until we got that house sold so we could afford our rent. The Bluefield house sold, Kevin started making a decent wage and we began house hunting. We saw a few houses before you, but Kevin wanted you. In all honesty, I didn’t even like you. Sorry, but it’s true. You were a basic brick ranch, practical and sound, and of course that didn’t interest me. I was so eager to have my own house to paint and decorate and love, that I decided to just go with it. I mean, this would be a stepping stone. We’d live here for five years tops and then we’d get a bigger house before the kids got big. We moved in with the help of family and friends and began making this house a home. 
We have knocked down walls, ripped up carpet, and remodeled the bath and kitchen.

The fall of 2004 rolled around and I was unusually tired. Turns out a surprise pregnancy will do that to you. Yes, I found out I was going to be welcoming a third child into this three bedroom, one bath home and I worried myself to death about how in the world we were all going to fit. Surely there was not enough space here. Somehow, we made it work.

We have celebrated birthdays, holidays, and just everyday victories here.

I stood at the corner of Oneida Trail with Riley the first day of kindergarten and awaited the school bus to take my baby off to “big school.” 

I cared for other’s children inside these walls and I loved, fed, and laughed with even more. 

School projects were made at the kitchen table as well as thousands of meals consumed.

Pets have jumped, shed, and licked every inch.

I was in this house when I received the news that my Papaw had passed and I was here a year later when I found out Momaw had joined him. 

These walls have been the recipient of great news and unthinkable hurt. They have rattled with laughter, and they heard us all bicker and fight. They have watched us break one another’s hearts and forgive one another. 

It was inside this house that I began searching for my birth family and it was this house that welcomed my birth mom, cousins, and nearly a hundred friends and family to celebrate that reunion in 2013.

It was in this house that I found out that I had cancer. It was in the bathroom floor that I sobbed and in the kitchen that my family shaved my head. It was in my bed that I rested during chemo while my friends brought in food daily and my family took care of chores. 

It was also in this house when we celebrated that cancer being gone.

It was in this house that the flood of 2016 ruined our basement and it was here that we rebuilt. Kevin ripped out paneling and carpet and he and his dad replaced, day by day, flooring and sheetrock, while Riley lived on the couch with his dresser drawers stacked in the dining room. 

We welcomed five dogs, two guinea pigs, hermit crabs, and many blue ribbon state fair goldfish over the years. 

We welcomed Aimee from Germany into this home for nearly a year. 

It was in your front yard where we discovered a perfect little heart in the maple tree and carved our initials in it many years ago. We poured a concrete slab that holds our kids hand prints. There’s a mighty oak at the rear of the property that towers high. Riley brought it home from a cub scout jamboree as a sapling and we planted it just for fun, sure that it would never make it.

Many Mother’s Days were spent with my hands in dirt planting flowers around the yard, my favorite Mother’s Day tradition.   

Your fence did not keep out friendships, but quite the opposite. Your fence served as a leaning post for some of our greatest friendships here on Oneida Trail. You have been here for births, deaths, the highest highs and the lowest lows and I am so grateful for you 706. 

I know you will do the same for the next family as we move on and build new dreams and make new memories.

The memories we have made here will always be the dearest to my heart as you are the house that built our three beautiful children. Every square inch of you holds special memories for us. As little as you are, you were always enough.

Thank you 706 Potts Creek Road.

"I'm All Good"

This evening I was scrolling through Facebook and I saw a post from a fellow breast cancer survivor. Her post said the following:

“…Luckily the cancer hasn’t returned, but the long-term effects take place for years. Seems I have now developed a painful case of endometriosis which research shows can be exacerbated by Tamoxifen-a drug I take to keep the cancer away. So now my doc has decided to, in his words, chemically castrate me. Fun times. This includes a nasty monthly shot of Lupron and an infusion of Zometa. Zometa is similar to a drug I took during chemo that alters bone formation. It caused me lots of pain during chemo. Great. Menopause in one day plus pain. Great combo. This is a good Breast Cancer Awareness month post—know the side effects last for years and that many patients are suffering physically and mentally and you may have no idea. But I am all good. It is what it is.”-Decca Taliaferro Knight

I read that today and my heart went out to Decca. I haven’t experienced that exact thing, but I get the “side effects for years” part.  I get the “I am all good. It is what it is.” 

I run into people all the time and they ask how I’m doing and my answer is and will always be “I’m doing absolutely great!” Because I’m cancer free and I’m not dead and therefore I feel like I need to focus on that. 

Nobody wants to hear that I haven’t read a single book cover to cover in 2 years because of my brain fog or that my body hurts so bad when I get out of bed that it takes an hour of stretching and finesse to get moving. Nobody wants to hear that I could easily sleep 12 hours a night because I still am not back to pre-cancer energy. Friday, I stopped by The Flower Center to help move a dozen or so boxes of wine glasses for a fund raiser. It frustrated me to death that I can’t trust my strength or my balance to carry two boxes at a time. I was never a gym rat or super strong, but three years ago I wouldn’t have thought twice about carrying two of those boxes—in heels no less!

But I am all good.

Sometimes before publicly saying something cancer related, I will actually think to myself, “people are probably sick of hearing about this.” 
And maybe they are. 
The truth of the matter is that I’m probably never going to stop talking about cancer—specifically the type that has touched my life.

Many of us have life defining moments. Marriage is one, children is one—and for me, cancer is one. I have two parts of my life—life before cancer and life after. And this Part B life after will never not be Part A before. I just watched my friend Leecy Fink on the news. If you don’t know Leecy’s story, boy are you missing out on a story of immense inspiration. Tonight, she was talking about the rebuilding of her house. Leecy is a breast cancer sister. Her house was one of the ones in Elon, VA that was flattened by the tornado a few months ago. 

I would guess that Leecy has had many life defining moments. She and her family will be moving into their new house in a few weeks and life will continue. The rest of their lives will continue to be “life after the tornado” though. It can be a wonderful life, but it can never go back to life before tornado. And that’s how cancer is. It can be survived and life can go on, but it can never NOT be a part of you. And there are great opportunities that come with that—opportunities to bless others and advocate and be a light—and there is also a great burden that comes with that.

Now. I told you all of that to tell you this…

I painted my bedroom dresser and chest over the weekend. These pieces were my grandmother’s. They graced her front bedroom for several years. The furniture was a medium tone wood, and while beautiful in her home, the color was too heavy for my taste. For years, I have wanted to paint the dresser and chest, but hadn’t been able to get around to it with three busy kids and then that whole cancer thing. Sunday, I mixed up my paint and I pulled the drawers out of the dresser and moved them to the kitchen table to paint. Behind one of the bottom drawers, I felt something and after feeling around, I discovered that it was a package of tissue paper.

I pulled it out and I looked at it. I knew immediately that it wasn’t mine and therefore had to have been my grandmother’s. And then I smelled it. I know. Weird. But I wanted to know if it smelled like Momaw’s house. And it did. And I smelled it again and again. I put it aside while I finished painting. 

Today I showed Kevin and the kids and I made them smell it. They could smell it also. Then I began to panic that the smell was going to be lost and Kevin told me that it had been in that dresser for five or six years and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He then recalled taking the bedroom suit out the front door of my grandparents’ house and my Papaw holding the door open. When he described that scene, I remembered it vividly and it hit me right in the gut and my tears started just like that. I miss them so much. I miss the smell of the house when I walked in and I miss talks with Momaw while she washed dishes and I miss Papaw’s laugh. Everything. I miss it all. And I had a total breakdown on an ordinary Monday night.

Just like cancer, death is another life defining moment. My life is also marked in another way—life with grandparents and life after.

For many days and weeks and months I think I’m fine and healed and I’ve dealt with all the grief there is to deal with and then just like that, a package of tissue paper brings me to my knees.

We are all living through our many different life-defining moments. Maybe it’s the loss of a loved one, the ending of a relationship, the after effects of an illness, or it could be a hundred other different things. 

When we say “I’m all good” that may be the filtered answer. That may be our strong, best foot forward answer. But it might not be our 100% honest answer.

When you run into someone and you ask them how they're doing and they say "I'm all good" hug them for just a little while longer.

~lightningbug

And then life happened...

Two weeks have now passed since Aimee arrived. Life has been busy and chaotic and crazy and I am completely behind with my updates so today’s update will be a cram session so I get myself caught up! Kevin and I both worked a lot this week and Natalie hasn’t been feeling well so we are trying to deal with that on top of our normal day to day craziness.

Aimee has logged 10 days in American school and she loves it.

This was her first day…

The first week of school was spirit week! Aimee and Natalie dressed up in many cute ensembles!

Nemo and Dory

She and Natalie are active members of the school student section and they go to as many games as possible! 

I am learning that Aimee loves ice cream just as much as I do and I am learning that her similarities and her family’s similarities far outweigh our differences. Katharina sent me this picture of last Sunday! Coffee in bed!

Ah! My German Sister!

I am reminded to look through these lenses when viewing everyday life. We most often see what we are looking for. If we are looking for the differences, they easily pop out. If we are looking for the similarities, those are what we see first.  

If we are looking for someone’s worst qualities, we see those, but if we look for someone’s brightest qualities, we will see those. 

We had a great time celebrating life and we took our first shopping trip to Roanoke!

Aimee had her first experience at a Japanese Steakhouse and she loved it!

And we all piled up in mama bear’s bed and ate froyo and watched Netflix movies and napped.

Today we are going to try to do some normal boring things like laundry and sweeping the floors and then we will make her put her WVU shirt on and teach her a few cheers.

Tomorrow we make schnitzel!

~lightningbug

SSS-School, Sox, and the State Fair

On Friday morning, everyone got up and began getting ready for school. I went into work for a couple of hours at the church. I left Aimee at home to rest after a quick tour of the house. I let her know that I would be back at 11am to get her to pick her up for our appointment with the guidance counselor. Today she would be registering for school and picking out classes. Aimee was waiting on me when I got back to the house. She was very nervous. We got loaded up in the car and we traveled to Alleghany High School. 

 We parked and Aimee took pictures of the outside of the school. She was still very nervous and the size of the school was intimidating to her. I let her know that a big chunk of the school was the auditorium and the gymnasium and the cafeteria and if you took those things out, it wouldn't be all that big! 

We arrived at the office and I rang the bell and stated my name and Aimee's name and our purpose for visiting. Then I was asked who else was with us. I said "No one" because there was nobody else with us. I turned around and another student was behind us! She announced her name and the door was opened for us. Once we arrived in the office, I had to surrender my driver's license. I signed into the school computer and carefully filled in my detailed information of where I would be going. 

 This is completely different than what it would be like for Aimee's mother Katharina in Germany. If she was going into Aimee's school, she would just walk right in or walk in with Aimee. I'm sure this is because of the strict gun control in Germany. I'm not about to open that can of worms, but merely, share the differences. The German system of gun control is among the most stringent in Europe. It restricts the acquisition, possession, and carrying of firearms to those with a creditable need for a weapon. It bans fully automatic weapons and severely restricts the acquisition of other types of weapons. Since 2009, there have been 288 school shootings in America, compared to only one in Germany. 

 After I was all signed in, we walked to the guidance office. Aimee and I were warmly welcomed by Ms. Howell and the staff in guidance. I can’t say enough good things about Ms. Howell. She really listened to Aimee and got to know her and didn’t rush in getting her enrolled and signed up for classes. She was friendly and warm and it was a great experience!

 For those unfamiliar with YFU exchange student program, this year in an American school will count for zip, zero, zilch, nada in Germany. She studies and attends classes and receives grades, but it doesn’t count for anything in Germany. When she returns next fall, she will be a junior in her German school. Because this year doesn’t count for squat in the opinion of the school systems, Ms. Howell let Aimee decide what grade level she wanted to do! Ms. Howell pointed out that many of the exchange students in the past were enrolled as seniors which offered them a few fun perks such as leaving five minutes early for lunch and getting to leave five minutes early on Fridays at the end of the day and getting to participate in the senior picnic and the graduation (even though she would just have an attendance certificate in hers!) Well that was a no-brainer for Aimee. You should have seen her eyes light up when she learned she would be a senior! Aimee signed up for US History, English, Spanish, PE and Leadership this semester.

 After this was complete, I walked Aimee down to the cafeteria. Everyone was staring at her! I guess it’s not everyday that a beautiful 16 year old German exchange student walks into the cafeteria at Alleghany High School! I said to Aimee, “Everybody is staring at you.” She said, “I know.” And we laughed. I walked over to where my daughter Natalie was sitting and Natalie introduced her to a few friends. I then walked over to where Principal Ross was seated and introduced him to Aimee. He gave her a friendly welcome to America and to AHS!

 We then walked back to the office and I had to enter my code from my nametag into the computer to let them know I was leaving the building. I was then given back my driver’s license and we exited the building.

 Next I drove Aimee to Clifton Forge and did a quick tour of the main drag. We laughed about some of the different ways we say things. I mentioned the “grocery store” and she didn’t understand. I now call Kroger the supermarket! Ha!

 We headed back to Covington and we stopped at Cucci’s. We had ham & cheese sandwiches and talked about many things. Aimee began to open up a little more as she got more comfortable with me. After Cucci’s we went to Walmart to check out cell phones. Aimee had her phone from Germany and she could use it on wifi, but in order to have something for her to stay in contact with us and her friends, she would have to have a local phone. Aimee couldn’t believe how cheap the iPhones were!

 We left Walmart and went back to the house and waited for everyone to return. We had big plans for the evening! We were going to the Pink in the Park Salem Red Sox game! Amy had never seen a baseball game…or a baseball match as she first called it! We got to Roanoke and got in. Papi tried to explain the rules to her, but she didn’t really understand and she found baseball boring. She did, however, enjoy DIPPING DOTS!

After the ballgame, we headed back home and got a good night’s sleep. The next day we relaxed and helped Aimee unpack and get settled and that evening, it was off to the West Virginia State Fair! That’s right! We initiated her into America with that unforgettable combination of smells—cow dung, deep fried everything, and cinnamon rolls! Aimee had her first corndog at the State Fair. She LOVED it. We tried to get a picture but she ate it too fast! Aimee had a wonderful time at the state fair and she is fitting in our home and hearts seamlessly.

 ~lightningbug

At last, we meet! Willkommen in Amerika!

We hurried to to airport after having a delicious dinner of wings and fries at B Dubs. I wonder if Aimee has ever hear of B Dubs?

Normally we are super early when going to the airport, but tonight, we don't have a lot of time to spare. We argue over who has to carry the balloons in. They were a great touch, but a bit bulky to drag in. Papi concedes to be the designated balloon carrier. Natalie carries the sign. We make it up the stairs in the very barren airport. There is one couple sitting and waiting. Closer to 9, a few more gather. People look at us with tilted heads as they try to figure out what our jubilant welcome is all about. The plane lands. We can hardly contain our excitement. I say to Natalie, "Do you think you will recognize her when you see her?" She looks at me as if I have three heads and says, "Uh yeah." One by one, passengers exit by us. Many try to read our poster and piece together what our purpose is with a sign and American flag balloons at the end of the airport gate. One woman stopped because she thought we were awaiting a military family member. She shared that her son was in the service. We asked her to pass on our gratitude to her son for his service.

Our excitement and anticipation could hardly be contained and then I hear Natalie say, "There she is."

I step closer to the gate and she walks closer. The poor child looks terrified. I smile and scoop her hug in an embrace. Next Natalie grabs her and hugs her and then Kevin and Papi. She is tired and cold. We walk downstairs to get her luggage. We keep staring at her because she is finally here! We get her luggage and make our way outside to the car.

She asks me how to pronounce the name of this city. I tell her "Ro-a-noke."She repeats it.

We get loaded up in the car and drive out of the airport parking lot.

Our first stop?

Welllll....the light was on! We had to stop!

Nothing says Welcome to America--and welcome to the south--

like Krispy Kreme doughnuts!

It was love at first bite.

Aimee was so excited to get back and get settled in and get a good night's rest!

Tomorrow I will be taking Aimee to the high school to meet with her guidance counselor to get registered for school and pick out her classes!

It will be a BIG DAY!

A Broad's Guide to Study Abroad: The Background Story

On July 23, I received a random text message from an unknown number.

The message read “You provided a reference for a Youth For Understanding (YFU) host family a few years ago. Would you be interested in hosting a YFU exchange student?”

I laughed to myself and thought "Oh heck no!" and didn’t think too much more about it.

Until I started thinking about it again.

And again.

And then I shared the text with my daughter and she loved the idea.

And then I shared the text with my husband and he said "Absolutely not!"

My daughter and I became increasingly curious and excited about the possibility of welcoming a new family member and my husband conceded with “Do what you want.”

I would not accept that, and let him know that it was everyone on board or we wouldn’t do it. We knew it would be a complete "rocking the boat" kind of thing and not something that should be taken lightly.

We began looking on the YFU website at the students who were awaiting placement with host families in America. There are no pictures, no sound clips—just a name and home country and a few paragraphs that describe the student. Natalie and I read through many bios on the website and when we read "Aimee from Germany" we knew she was the one. It wasn’t her activities or her accomplishments—it was the way she described her family. She said her family was "mad—but in a positive way." We thought "Wow! That's the German version of us!"

Now Natalie and I became even more intent on welcoming a student into our home. We continued to ask dear ole dad if he was on board and finally…we convinced him.

It wasn’t long after we made that decision, that the wheels began rolling. We had oodles of paperwork to fill out so the screening process could begin. We had to provide references and they had to be checked out. We had to have a home visit and our family members and pets had to be verified. The high school had to be called to make sure they would enroll her. Natalie’s queen bed was dismantled and two twin beds were assembled in its place. New bedding was purchased and drawers and closets were cleaned out to make room for another family member.

Once all the i’s were dotted and t’s were crossed, we received an email that Aimee would be spending the school year with us! We were then given one another’s names and contact information and we began reaching out to one another and getting to “know” one another.

Aimee is the oldest child of Katharina and Birger and she has a brother, Marlon. They live in northern Germany in a place called Neubrandenburg, which has a population of about 60,000.

She has completed 10^th grade in Germany.

Travel arrangements were placed in our online account and we found out that Aimee would be arriving on Thursday night, August 16^th at 9pm in Roanoke.

We continued to message one another each day up until her arrival, although it was tricky because Germany is six hours ahead of us. By the time we get up each morning, the Krabbes have already completed most of their work day. By the time we have dinner, the Krabbes are in dreamland. 

In the days before Aimee’s arrival, we made signs for her—one for the airport and one for the house.

We picked up a balloon bouquet full of red, white, and blue balloons.
We loaded up in the car and off to Roanoke!
We are so excited to meet her!

~lightningbug

Dear Crusher Boys...

I'm not 12 and I don't play baseball. 

I’m 41 and I’m a mom.

You boys all know what I went through two years ago because you were right there with me. You may have been confused and scared just like me.

When I waited to find out whether I had cancer, it was the worse time of my life. I was so scared. Terrified. Riley was about to be a senior in high school and Natalie was 13 and Papi was just 11. When you’re a mom, your biggest worry is taking care of your kids. I knew they needed me. Can you imagine how hard life would be without your mom? I kept putting myself in their place and it was a terrible place for my mind to go. The constant thoughts of leaving them behind to go through life without their mom were sometimes more than I could handle.

The voices in my head during those times were playing out the worst possible scenarios. I spent a lot of time hiding and crying because I was so scared but I didn’t want everybody to know I was scared.

Life was tough during that time. That was the toughest opponent I’ve ever been up against. And I let it intimidate me in the beginning—maybe a little like you all did when you saw what appeared to be half-grown men step in the diamond in Cooperstown? Sometimes it’s easy to let the doubt and the fear take over. 

What if this guy jacks one over the fence while I’m pitching? 

What if my cancer has spread?

What if this guy hits a line drive so hard that it knocks my glove off?

What if my cancer comes back?

I don’t know if you all have those things that run through your heads, but I sure did.

And I still do sometimes. 

I wanted to tell you about the day that everything changed for me. And who knows? Maybe it can help you also. 

Back when I had found out about the big C, I spent a week or two engulfed in fear and uncertainty about the future. I felt like I wasn’t in control of my own thoughts.

So you know what I did?

I sat down with a marker and a stack of paper and I started writing down things that would strengthen and empower me and I posted them all over my house. For me, they were statements that would quiet my fears. It was scripture and it was positive affirmations. 

Do you know what an affirmation is? If any of you are Methodists or Presbyterians, you may pull out your hymnals and recite an “Affirmation of Faith.” That’s just a few lines that remind us what we believe in.

An affirmation is simply a statement. 

A positive affirmation is a positive statement. 

If my fears were telling me that I wasn’t going to be around to see my kids grow up, my affirmation would say things like “I am beating cancer because I have important things to do on earth!”

See how saying that or reading it silences the other negative things?

If your fears are telling you that you are going to strike out, maybe you can try out a positive affirmation when you’re on deck. Maybe you can say to yourself “I’m strong and I’m in shape and I’ve trained for this.” Maybe you can say “I will see the ball, swing through and drive it.”

You know what else this works on?

School!

Tests. SOLs. Exams.

I took a really hard math class a while back. I’m talking REALLY hard. It’s called Statistics and it’s awful. I used to drive to college in my grocery-getting mom wagon and I used to cry in the parking lot before I even went in that class. Then I usually cried in the parking lot after I came out. You see, I needed to pass this class to get my degree and it was so hard for me! I would practice and do my homework, but then when it was time for a quiz or a test, I’d get so nervous! After getting super nervous and failing a couple of tests, I decided that instead of crying or working myself up, I would get out my notebook before the test and I would write a few sentences. And so I did. And those sentences would remind me that I am smart and capable and prepared for this test, but no matter whether I pass or fail, it was still going to be ok! It was not going to be the end of the world.

Baseball is teaching you life lessons with each practice swing, each at bat, each first inning, each last inning, and each relationship made with teammates, opponents, coaches and umpires.

The cool thing about the mental game is what it brings to you after you’ve overcome it. It brings confidence. Cancer sucked, but I am so much more confident than I used to be.  And you will be too.

Baseball is serious. Life is serious.

But baseball and life are also so much fun! Don’t ever lose sight of the reason you’re on the field and the reason you’re on planet earth. 

Have fun, play ball and enjoy this life!

Love,

Papi’s mom