Something Else

I truly thought I would be posting more. But what can I say.

There isn't much on the Dad front. He's feeling o.k. which I guess in the world of liver cancer is good, but still it's hard to see him so run down and tired all the time.

On another note, I thought I could branch out and start talking about some other things; my whole life doesn't revolved around cancer (amazing I know)


So I guess, this is my first non-cancer blog post.


As it says in my "About Me" section, I'm 25, married to M, and have a wonderful son C.

My husband and I married in Oct. 2003, and will celebrate our 4th anniversary this year. He works at Notre Dame and I work with the Juvenile Justice Center.

I really enjoy just spending time at home with my family, especially now with the addition of C., to our lives. It's amazing how a 3 ft. being can change your life...

Here's a picture of C:



This was the first time he ever had corn on the cob. You would have thought he ate it every day.

So my son is almost 2, (Nov.) and I can't believe he's already that old. Granted he's only been in our home for 9 months, but that's an entirely new post.

Someone recently asked me if I was going to post about our troubles with fertility, or our adoption, but I don't know yet. I can't say. I've been reading infertility blogs for awhile, and I can conclude a few things:

1. They can be really depressing
2. They can be really crass and hold TMI
3. They can make you question every feeling you have in your body

... and I just don't know if I want to add to those feelings. On the other hand infertility blogs can do the following:

1. They can be really uplifting
2. They can be sources of information
3. They can be sources of inspiration
4. They can be places to feel a common bond.

... and so you can see why I'm torn. As far as an adoption blog, wow. there's another place I'm not quite sure I want to go yet. You see, I don't want to fall in the trap of making adoptions appear all hearts and roses and singing angels. It isn't, and even though our adoption is final, it was difficult and that is something that I will always remember. (However, looking at my son's face often makes me have a momentary lapse in memory).

So I'll see and if I'm feeling brave, perhaps I start blogging about one of those things.

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