🌀 Mood: Grateful, quiet, grounded

There’s a lot swirling right now.

My numbers are improving.
I’m moving from weekly chemo to every-other-week.
I’m meeting with the transplant team at Fred Hutch.
And I know there are hard days ahead.

But before I step into whatever’s next, I want to pause.
To name what I’m thankful for.

Thankful for Healing, Even When It’s Slow

I started this journey with advanced, Stage 3 blood cancer—and as a result, Stage 3 kidney damage.

Today, my kidney function is normal.
Let me say that again: normal.

That’s not small. That’s a miracle.
I’m thankful for the medications, the treatment plans, and for my body—however fragile it may feel—that has carried me this far.

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Thankful for My Oncologist

He doesn’t just treat my cancer.
He listens. He explains. He cheers when my numbers drop.
He gives me space to process the emotional weight of all this, too.

I trust him deeply—and that kind of trust is everything when you’re facing the unknown.

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Thankful for Fred Hutch

At the time I am writing this, tomorrow, I meet with the stem cell transplant team at Fred Hutch—one of the best cancer centers in the country.
And I don’t say that lightly.

Knowing I’ll be in the hands of a team with experience, compassion, and excellence brings peace I didn’t know I needed.

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Thankful for My Husband

This journey hasn’t just been hard on me—it’s been hard on him, too.

Watching your wife go through cancer, knowing you can’t take it away or fix it… that kind of powerlessness is its own kind of pain.

But he’s been here. Steady.
Holding space. Holding my hand.
Driving to appointments. Picking up the pieces on the hard days.
Making me laugh when I needed it most.

I’m thankful beyond words for the way he loves me through this—quietly, fiercely, without question.

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Thankful for the People Holding Me Up

This journey has shown me who’s in my corner—and I’m overwhelmed by the love.

The nurses at the oncology clinic who care for me with such skill, gentleness, and grace. Who remember the little things. Who make me feel safe when everything else feels shaky.

Friends who text and check in, even if they don’t know what to say.
Family who’ve stepped in and stepped up.
Colleagues who’ve offered grace when I needed space.
Blog readers—you—who remind me that I’m not walking this road alone.

Every prayer, every message, every quiet show of support—it matters. Deeply.

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Thankful for the Chance to Help Others

I started this blog to process my own story. But over time, I’ve realized something else:

This story isn’t just mine.

If you’ve been reading, if you’ve shared a post with someone else, if you’ve whispered, “I needed this today,”—then we’re helping each other.

So if you know someone walking a hard path—cancer or otherwise—please feel free to share this blog.
Not because I have all the answers.
But because sometimes, knowing you’re not the only one helps more than anything.

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Thankful for God—My Anchor

Above all, I want to thank God.

There have been moments I didn’t think I’d make it this far.
Moments where the pain, the fear, the unknowns were just too much.

But through it all, my Anchor holds.

He is there—in the quiet, in the chaos, in the small blessings.
Holding me steady when everything else feels unsteady.
And I trust He’ll carry me through whatever comes next.