One year ago yesterday, Josh was in surgery to remove a baseball-sized tumor from his brain. I thought he might die that day. Or worse, when he woke up from surgery he would be unrecognizable, unable to move or speak. The reality was the exact opposite, I my man back, the one who had slowly faded away the two years prior.
It's been really hard and wild, but we made it. One year, and I will never be the same. I've been so proud of Josh. How he has handled everything with so much positivity and strength. I'm not sure how I would have made it through this year without his attitude and willingness to face the hardest parts of life and death.
People sometimes scorn the idea of sending “thoughts and prayers,” but I treasure them all. To be thought of and prayed for means so much to me. The contributions of so many people have made me feel safe and loved. I'm so grateful for our community of friends, family, people we only know a little, people we don't know at all. You who have been so generous in prayer, finances, listening, encouragement, babysitting, food, conversations, and gifts of all kinds.
I could go on forever about what we have learned, lessons like “life is a real kick in the ass” to “wow, God is real, present, and working.” Right now though, I feel lucky to be where we’re at, we feel happy, peaceful, and grounded. And that is largely due to your support, and for that I say thank you.