The beauty of battle scars

Richard pulled a T-shirt over his head this morning. As he did, I couldn’t help but look at the pink scar angling down the center of his chest. Our littles are fascinated by it. They have decided such a grand scar needs a tattoo. Maybe a Unicorn horn or a sword. As I...

When it feels like too much

I recently found out that I had cancer. . . again. The very next Monday my husband called me from his car. “Babe, something’s wrong.” He was on the way to the emergency room with pressure and pain in his chest, worse than anything he had ever experienced. “I don’t...