There’s my one lame attempt at an eclipse joke.

But it’s also suitable for my mindset right now. We just spent the weekend at Great Wolf Lodge outside of Cincinnati (this was planned prior to Liz’s diagnosis), the kids had a blast and in the end that’s why we went. But I couldn’t help myself from feeling angry while I was there, and even now. Liz has spent the entirety of the nearly 17 years I’ve known her focused on maintaining a healthy lifestyle. She makes good food choices, exercises almost every day, barely drinks, doesn’t smoke…you know, all the things the “experts” say will cause disease – she avoided them. I look around and see hundreds if not thousands of people doing the exact opposite. Chugging soda as if their life depended on it…Drowning onion rings in ranch dressing, hitting the bar at 10:30 am…and not just at a meal but quite literally all day long. And Liz is the person who gets cancer!? 😑

I can’t comprehend it, other than the fact it makes me angry.

From the treatment perspective, Liz is about half way through the radiation/chemotherapy cycle. Side effects remain the same, but fluctuate in strength from one day to another. The one silver lining that consistently comes to mind is that she is the toughest damn person I’ve ever met, so there is no doubt in my mind how this will turn out.

CCM