Living a miracle

11 years ago my life was very different. I guess most people change a lot over more than a decade, but today is a day of reflection for me and it’s when these glaring changes are blinking in my brain like a huge neon sign.   11 years ago, I had 3 beautiful children, one of whom was a new born and two in nursery school. I had a wonderful husband who was so busy building his businesses, which meant frequent trips to trade shows and conferences.  I had 4 parents (biological and in-law) who helped and supported us as our young family grew and developed.  We still had 3 amazing grandparents that fed us with good food and great stories and showered us with unconditional love.   We had aunts and uncles and cousins who were all together for events and holidays. We were newish to the neighbourhood and had not yet built the many wonderful relationships we have now, but we had a great circle of friends who are family by choice.  And then the unthinkable happened. ...

So, it has been exactly one year since I was diagnosed.  365 days.  The day I was diagnosed, Kerry and I came home, picked up Alesh and went to Zahra's play.  Spent an hour or so doing the cast's make up and then sat in stun in the dark audience.  Only the adults knew.  Coming full circle, we just had Zahra's school play again.  She played G-ma and was incredible.  And, she wore my wig as part of her costume!  I hated wearing it and I am so glad that it was put to good use!  She looked great in it and she nailed the role!  I couldn't help but be struck by the irony of it. Tomorrow is also the Jewish anniversary of the day I met Kerry (we met on the day of the first Seder) 20 years ago. It has always struck me as appropriate that I met the man of my dreams on the day of my favourite holiday.  Many of you may have just gasped - yes, this is my favourite holiday.  I LOVE Passover.  I love the food, I love the tradition, and...