For the last 9 months my Wednesdays have been booked. Booked because every Wednesday I go in and get stuck with needles, blood drawn, and doctors to evaluate me. Until now, my boss/bosses have never known and my readers have been mostly left in the dark.

Life continues and so does work. I work hard and hate to think that a vendor may pass me by because of my illness. That would be sad. I have the most loyal readers, likers, YouTube watchers EVER. One reason why is because I am online, real and available, to my readership.  

 

I know my kids will read about our days and adventures to some amazing places we have been. We haven't let our Wednesdays slow us down. We travel around Wednesdays. Making room in our schedules and smile Thursday through Tuesday. I never ever write about them though. What about our Wednesdays? Surely, they are living this with me and although Wednesdays are a tough day in our house I want them to look back at this post and realize how strong they all are. (We all are actually)

To my Kids that Read this in the Future: Mom here. I am starting this blog post on a Monday. I am wearing out but no worry. Wednesday is almost here. As you know Wednesdays are pretty rough in this house.

Every Wednesday, I set out for a round of infusions. This will probably never stop as they are keeping me alive. I am thankful for that and we try not to complain. They pump me full of liquid and as much vitamins as medically possible as the doctors can. I appreciate the staff! (They are awesome) Every Wednesday I look out the same window. It's my window I like to think.

Kids, You make out alright without me at home. This makes me happy yet sad. (Some solace there knowing if anything were to happen to me you guys would be ok) Dad sometimes drives me to the Cancer Center if I am having a bad day but mostly I can drive myself. Those are the good days, the days when I can drive. I do not have cancer. I am thankful for that and pray for those fighting that journey. I am fighting a different battle but right beside them. This battle, for some reason, was chosen for me, us really....our family. We face things together. Every Wednesday my veins are pumped with a liquid cocktail.  Some vitamins cannot be supplemented through IV. I try my best to deal. Protein is what I lack. My body stores my baby weight and I know that Zoey has added on a couple years to my life because she plumped me up a bit. I don't look sick. To many it is a mystery. Some say Gastroparesis is like slowly starving to death.


Sometimes it makes me feel weak. I get sick way too often. I hope you do not remember this part about me. I give blood so freely that I know which veins are a good stick. I wish my blood could benefit someone but it rarely is good enough for me. I hope by the time you guys are older and read this post that you do not remember your father tired and taking care of me on bad days. He loves me in sickness and in health. He recently told us all.  I cannot be the mother I dreamed of being but I am turning into a different kind of mom. I am finally ok and thankful for the mom that I truly am. I hope you are too. I pray about that one daily because I do not compare to what I once was.  I have found some skills that I never knew I had. It was the sickness that taught me these skills. But this letter isn't about me. After all, I have my Wednesday hooked up to a pump and that Wednesday gives me the gift of Thursday-Tuesday with you all. Those days are a gift. By Tuesday I am running on empty. When I am sick in bed I want you to know what I hear. It sounds something like this.

• ......A big brother that helps with cooking and cleaning. You are an amazing young man. You underestimate yourself. I am convinced you are so strong. (Dude, I can't believe I am your mom. So Awesome!)

• ....I hear a little big brother middle child that makes everyone giggle and laugh. You bring us some back up relief to a big brother who has excellent project managing skills. You help and do your part. You are so helpful! You keep me company and watch movies with me. I cherish these moments. You also play with your little sister. She is lucky to have you. So am I!

• ......I hear a little girl. Who gives us hope. She drives us toddler crazy but I love listening from my room as big brothers explain the world, things, and play hide and seek for the 30th million time without being forced. (When Z girl is obviously right underneath the blanket.....again). Z, you are so amused. You bring such an unexpected light to this house. 

• ....... I hear a husband who is patient and kind. Far from perfect, Wednesday is your day to shine as a dad. I hear your radiant example from bed. I see you entertain our kids and make sure they are all having fun. 

It isn't our problems that define us. It is how we react to them. After all, Wednesdays are our battle days. But everyone has their battles. Wednesdays just happens to be our day on the front line. We all have our own personal Wednesdays, even you reading!  What is your Wednesday? It can come in so many forms. Sickness, addiction, family problems. No one has a life filled of perfect weeks. 

 Dear Kids, one day you will have your own Wednesdays too. I hope I am there for you.  When you look back and read our blog posts about daily adventures, (We have had some great ones) I want you to realize we had our Wednesdays too. We will fight together what comes our way. Wednesdays may be difficult but they are our day of working as a team. 

Each situation teaches us a lesson. As you think back and think about our Wednesdays I want you to see what each one taught you. There is a lesson in here somewhere. We are all getting taught. The question is, when will you learn. May the lessons we are learning today make for a stronger family tomorrow. The truth is, together, Wednesdays do not have anything on us.