Category: Family - The Funny Thing About Cancer
That's what the army calls it when a soldier comes home to his family.

Meaning that the family has to get used to having the soldier around again.  And the soldier has to get used to being around his family again.

This is where we're at right now.  Getting used to one another.  Re-learning how to communicate.  Creating a new "normal" for everyone. 

It's a happy time.  These are happy problems to have.  But I just wanted to let you know that I might be absent from here for a little while as we "reintegrate."
My husband is back in the US.


BUT I won't get to see him today, because the Army likes to torture spouses.  He has to spend a night on the east coast doing some debriefing stuff or something like that.  Which is army speak for "driving spouses crazy by making them wait one more day to see their soldier."

It's like waking up on Christmas morning and being told you have to go to Church before you can open your gifts.  

UGH!  Hurry up time!  Go faster!!!!  Anywho, just thought I'd share the good news.  Don't expect to hear from me for a day or two ;)
Just wanted to say... my husband is expected home in the next 7 days.

That's all.

OK, I lied, that's not all.  HE'S COMING HOME!!!!!!!!  HE'S COMING HOOOOOMMMEEEEE!!  (imagine me jumping up and down in circles and maaaaaaaybe even doing the running man)

MAN am I excited!

You know, last April, I told myself, "It's just a year.  We just have to get through a year, what can happen in a year??!?!"

HA!  HAHAHAHAHAH!  Lesson learned: do not tempt fate by asking silly questions like "What can happen in a year?"

Anywho, no one is more excited than I am that this year is coming to a close.  Personally, I feel like this has been one of the most difficult years in my life.  I am very much looking forward to putting it behind me and turning the corner into what will hopefully be a year filled with hope and joy.  The hope and joy that can only be brought by spending time with your family :)

Hurray for todays and tomorrows with those that you love.



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For anyone who doesn't know me well, I have a little boy.  He is almost 2 years old and is in the process of learning how to talk.

As any parent can attest, this means endless hours of entertainment as you learn your kids language.  Every child has a few words that they just seem to have difficulty with.  As a parent, you learn what those words mean and you can respond accordingly.  So basically you learn a whole different language just so you can communicate with your child.

It's amazing how such a small human can train a grown adult :)

Anywho, one of the words that Caleb just cannot master is "bye".

Instead, when you say "Bye Caleb", he responds with "DIE!"  And he tells everyone to DIE with a big, sweet smile, a little wave, and maybe even a blown kiss.

I can't figure out why he has so much difficulty because he CAN make the B noise and his favorite song is "Bringing home my baby bumble bee".  I mean, he can say "baby" and "bee"!

But he still tells each of us to "DIE!" as we walk out the door.

Plenty of people (who aren't his parents) find this really funny.  I admit I chuckle at it too. 

But in light of the fact that I've been diagnosed with cancer and his daddy is currently in a war zone, methinks I need to have a little conversation with my son about this :)

I imagine it will go something like this:

Me: "Caleb, please don't tell me to die.  I really want to live FOREVER so that I can torture you when you bring your first girlfriend home with the many, MANY emabarassing videos and photos I've collected of you so far.  Seriously, I might have to set aside an entire night and do a whole video montage and slide show... what do you think?"

Caleb: "DIE!"

Me:  "Hmmmm... ok so maybe I deserved it that time."

It's little things like this that make me laugh.  My son loves me, he wants me to be around forever, but the irony of that one word is...well... priceless.

Much love and again, thank you for all the fun and funny gifts and cards I've recieved.  I feel infinitely loved and cared for.  Thank you.