I'm really enjoying the people here quite a bit. Since you basically live in a public place, you're forced to be a very social person. It's like being in a freshman dorm again, except less privacy. One lady I talked to today is going home with her 6 year old on Friday. He was diagnosed with neuroblastoma when he was 5 (about a year ago), and has done the whole bit--a pretty intense chemo regimen and a bone marrow transplant. He looks fantastic now, though. Another lady I met just a few hours ago mirrors my life almost perfectly. Her kid is 9 days older than mine, diagnosed with the same cancer (2 weeks ago), and she lives on the same street (in the East Village). She's gone through almost the exact same experiences as I have, only her kid had to have a feeding tube, which sounds nasty. The nurses have been telling me that cancer types will cluster--that they see groups of about 3 types of cancers alternate in frequency--and I'm starting to really believe it.
I'm really overwhelmed with all the generosity of people in my family, in my ward, at my old work, and just in this community. So many people have written letters, called, sent emails, fasted and prayed, cooked dinner, and done a whole lot of service for us. We both feel so loved and grateful for everyone's kind thoughts and actions. I'm not used to being on the receiving end of service, and my list of personal needs is pretty short, so I don't really know what to ask for when people want to serve us. However, I really feel like I'm finally starting to reach a new normal and that everything is falling in to place. We love you all and are so thankful for your support as well as the Lord's in our lives.