July... Mom's birthday coming up, and I've been a patient nearly 3 years? What the heck?

Time flies, and now, it's July.

My mom's birthday is fast approaching. She would have been 75. She died 25 years ago, and it hurts just the same.

Our 3 year anniversary is fast approaching, which means my 3 year cancerversary is right behind it. Weird. All this stuff. Not to mention my daughter's birthday, my birthday a month later (right around my cancerversary), then hubbys birthday the next month, and then, the slaying of Native Americans (I'm part, just FYI) while people gorge on enough food to feed a village, vapid gift gimmee, and then a whole new year!

Yeah.

Well, the usual battles are going on, except it's hard to keep my head on straight when hubby is so tired that we think he has a brain tumor.  He had an MRI and it's clear, so it is now assumed that he need to stop and breathe. The problem with being freelancers, you don't dictate your downtime. Your bills do, and ours say work 24/7. We love what we do. I'd love for hubby to no longer get migranes that make him puke.

At least we know he's not pregnant.  ;)

Off to pack for another one off in a foreign country. Did one a couple of weeks ago. I love work, but the travel...

And on a good note, my daughter is definitely on an attitude upswing. Let's hope we can keep her in our mood and outlook corner. Parenting is so challenging, with or without cancer. I've learned to bite my tongue, and let thoughts roll around in my head and soften, before I speak. Sometimes, I can actually do it. It's all about getting better, right?