We are at the end of week 1 of Ryan’s chemotherapy. It has been an exhausting week and in my entire life, I don’t think I’ve ever been so grateful that it is Friday. Finally.

Tomorrow, there will be no alarm at 6AM to try to get the kids on the bus at 7AM. Tonight, I’m not running around packing lunches and laying out outfits for the morning. Instead, I’m sipping a glass of wine and reflecting on the week. Week 1. Done. 8 to go.

Ryan is weak and tired. He has heartburn and isn’t feeling well the last couple of days. He sleeps or rests. A lot. 5 days of being hooked up to an IV for 4 hours a day with horrific drugs being poured into you will take a toll on a man.

I’m doing the best I can. We are staying in normal routine as much as possible. The kids’ clothes may not always match and their lunches may not be overly healthy – but we’re getting by.

Thanks to God and thanks to so many people.


You are all amazing. We have support and encouragement everywhere we turn. There is an army of people praying for us daily. We have family, friends and volunteers driving Ryan to and from his treatments and helping him pass the time every day. We have AMAZING meals being brought to us. True labours of love.

On that note – seriously Adryon – if this whole RMT thing doesn’t work out for you, you should cater for a living.

We have had so many people step up in such big ways that may seem small to them, but they are huge to us. The changing of the bus route so we don’t have to worry about the kids walking home if Ryan is unable to get off the couch that day. Prayers. Hugs (sorry – if I scare people but I’ve now become a hugger. Never thought THAT would happen). Meals. Baking. Visits. Phone calls. Text messages. Emails. Family that is arranging for our house to be cleaned so it’s one less thing to worry about (or apologize for as you enter our home).

People who clear their schedules so we could have family photos done before Ryan became sick. We love you, Karin 


You. All. Are. Amazing. Thank you. You expect nothing in return, and you pour love on us. We love you all.