And the blessings just keep on coming!!!

So I celebrated with my equally Cancer Free Buddy, Kami, on National Cancer Survivors Day at the Rose Garden on June 3rd.  We had a few of our fave supporters with us (our oldest boys) and enjoyed a day of seeing what organizations in our community are doing to help those diagnosed.  We were invited to visit each booth participating in the event and drop an entry sheet in one of various gift baskets thrown together for the occasion.  They had some tasty snacks and a plethera (love that word) of crafts for the children to enjoy. 

Maddox, Samuel, and Jude

Another super fun bonus?  I won a gift basket from the Susan G Koman Foundation.  Fitting, no?  It was filled with girly pink stuff, like candles, pink Nike hat, an apron, a reusable grocery bag, nylon gym bag, free Saint Cupcake coupon, coffee mug, key chains, etc.  Another fun way I get to experience His blessings without expecting to.

Another blessing I felt was the reminder of how easy I had this whole cancer thing.  Among the many survivors (with a Survivor Date as defined by the day someone is diagnosed with cancer) that truly broke my heart are as follows:
*the 9 month old bald little boy with the Survivor Date of "7 months"; Kami found that this little boy, Presley's age, mind you, has been battling Leukemia since he was 2 months old.  I turned to Kami and confessed that I couldn't even look at his mother or I would lose it
*the family of 4 with shaved heads in support of their 6 year old boy who has been having chemo treatments for the last 3+ years
*the little 5 year old girl running around with a Survivor Date stating "1 year" and her 3 year old sister running to keep up with her sporting a Survivor Date tag of "Donor 1 year"

I mean seriously, how absolutely precious are these children????  Unfortunately, my empathetic heart is not equipped to inquire of these stories without the tears dropping uncontrollably (which I doubt anyone needs), so I very much admired Kami for speaking with others and sharing stories as my eyes were in no shape to keep it together.

As my father so aptly puts it: Remember, there's always someone else that has it worse than you.  Absolutely true.

Overall this was a wonderful celebration and we had a great time.  I'm proud of myself, I'm proud of Kami, and I'm beyond grateful to God for giving me just what I could handle and the perspective to appreciate each of His blessings.