I log on to my blog from time to time to add new blogs I want to follow, but it wasn't until today that I realized just how long it's been since I wrote a new post. I apologize profusely to those of you who were eagerly awaiting new content.
Life has a way of taking over at times. While there's always the daily chores that demand my attention, not the least of which is raising my two boys, the past few months there have been additional wrenches thrown into the clockwork of my life.
In the midst of working on a major creative project that has occupied the majority of my time (hopefully I can share news about this soon), my immediate family and I have been dealing with the fact that both my in-laws had cancer. Needless to say, this has been especially difficult for my husband, who is an only child, and for my boys who were able to see them every day of their lives since we live only two doors away from them.
Since my father-in-law's initial diagnosis, over a year before my mother-in-law discovered that she had stomach cancer, we'd been hoping for the best. Unfortunately, shortly before this past Christmas optimism became increasingly difficult as my mother-in-law was hospitalized due to a sudden inability to walk. She was never able to return home, was transferred to hospice care, and passed away on January 13th.
Now my father-in-law's cancer has progressed to the point where he is in hospice care, confined to a bed, on oxygen, with limited time remaining.
Understandably, the above events have absorbed a substantial portion of my time over the past several months.
This isn't intended to cause anyone to feel pity for me, but rather to help you understand the events in my life that have diverted my attention elsewhere.
My husband is fond of saying, "It is what it is." While it's true, there's nothing we can do to change the course of these events, we do control how we react to them. We've chosen to focus on spending as much time as we possibly can with them while they were, and are, still here so that we don't later look back on their last few days with any regrets over courses of action not taken. Our boys have sadly had to learn about loss at a far younger age than I would have chosen, but hopefully they'll end up stronger because of it. I've been making an effort to hug all three of my boys a little more as it's one of the few things I can do to make things easier.
This journey has taught me an important lesson, however: not to take my loved ones for granted and to make the most of each day I have with them. Hopefully this blog post will help you learn the same lesson, if you hadn't learned it already.