Butterflies in my stomach...

So I'm getting a little bit nervous about Saturday, maybe because I talked about it a lot today. I googled it, and the mound is 60 feet, 6 inches from the plate. Can I throw it that far? Probably not. I've gone out and practiced throwing with Johnny, but I still need lots more practice. So exactly why did I say yes to throwing out the first pitch at the River Cat's game? Heck if I know!! Okay Genie...just breathe.


Lately I've been told more so than usual that my attitude is incredible, that I am such a positive person. Whenever somebody tells me that I think back to the day I was diagnosed...dooms day. I remember calling my brother Tim and he said, "Genie, keep your chin up. Remember to believe in the power of positive thinking, you'd be amazed." And here I am, 9 months after my diagnosis and still going strong. With the recent news that my tumor has shrunk, that there's no more cancer in my liver and that they're considering surgery, I have to attribute some of that to my attitude. I really do. Of course God has the final say, but had I been negative from the start, I think we might be fighting a whole different monster. I recently spoke w/one of the Oncology nurses and she said that all the "long-term patients" have great attitudes, and that I was a definite member of that club :) I was happy to hear that.


I want to shout out to my brother Tim & sister-in-law Melynda who sat down and read my entire blog today :) Wow Melynda, really? All 82 posts? That's crazy, but thank you for your support. I love you guys. I was thrilled to hear that you'll be there on Saturday.

Today I gain STRENGTH from the love of family and friends. I even gain STRENGTH from strangers I meet along the way. Thank you for keeping me strong.

Peace to you all ♥ Love, Genie