Mark and I have traveled to my father's place to spend the day before Christmas Eve with him. We stayed overnight until the day after Christmas.The movie we were watching, "Home Alone," was cut short by a knock on the door. "I'll fetch it." I say going up.I enter the door and I'm welcomed with 'carolers.! "We want to use this opportunity to extend our warmest holiday greetings and best wishes for a prosperous new year to you and your loved ones." My family from New York sings with their matching caps on as though they rehearsed."What's up, guys?" I would recommend grinning at them and giving each of them a hug."You were on our minds." Hannah says, embracing my waist. Is she now taller? "Did you grow Han?" I voice my question."Yep! A whole three inches in length." She proclaims with pride.I give Will and my mother a kind grin and then move on. "You look so good honey." She leans forward and gives me a bear hug. "How are you doing right now?" She then places her hand on my forehe

"Has anyone ever told you that you're crazy?" or "Have you ever heard that?" This is a question posed by my mother as we organize the presents."Yes, many, many times over," was the response. As I hand Hannah her final present, I make this statement. "Who gets the nod to go first?" On the love seat that we had brought down from the living room upstairs, Mark and I found a spot next to each other.Which comes first, the youngest or the oldest?" Will decides to share his thoughts."Alright. You get the honor of going first, Hannah." I make a gesture toward her, and she selects one of the options."It's a pillow in the shape of a unicorn!" She is heard yelling. "You're very welcome, Sophie!" After sitting for a while, she stands up and gives her sister a hug. After that, she opened one of the presents that she had received. "I'll give you the floor.""A t-shirt depicting a happy face and the word "awesome" since the year 2005. Thanks Alyanna." Indeed, you are correct in saying that. That

"There's no need to be concerned about arriving late to the party." Maya hears this from me while I'm still in the cozy confines of my bed.It's past my bedtime, so I should probably be sleeping. Mark told me that if I'm going to stay up until midnight tonight, I need to make sure that I get as much rest as I possibly can throughout the day. It would be more accurate to say that I slept for the majority of the day.The day has finally come for me to check myself into the hospital where I'll be staying for the next two weeks. There is a possibility that I will not reappear. Every day I'll receive intensive chemotherapy, and the following Tuesday will be the day that I undergo the bone marrow transplant. It's been a week since then, and I'm crossing my fingers that everything will still be fine when I get home."I am aware of this, but I would very much like to be present nonetheless. It's your final day at home before you have to check yourself into the hospital." I readjust my positio

Sleeping is the last thing I want to be doing right now, but I just can't muster the energy to do anything else because I was up all night last night. We were forced to delay our arrival at the hospital, but this is not a significant issue because nothing will take place until the afternoon of tomorrow. We ended up staying longer.After we got back to the house, we changed into our pajamas and went to bed immediately. Well, I did, and then Mark put on a movie and lied down on his back while I lied on his chest while he watched it. I haven't been able to get around to doing that just yet. I think that a regular drum beat or even the sound of a heartbeat can be soothing when one is trying to fall or stay asleep. I am all for it. When he turns off the light and the television, that's when I open my eyes. Also, when he turns off the TV, I open my eyes. I inquire as to whether or not he requires my presence to be elsewhere. According to everything I've read and seen on the subject, your ar

I am roused from my sleep by the soundtrack of a motion picture. I've only made it through one round, but I'm already so exhausted that I can hardly move. Mark has started playing Sweet Home Alabama, and I believe it is approximately halfway through at this point. I turn my head to look at the man I love, who is hiding his identity behind a mask so that he can be here with me.Because he turns to face me and smiles when he sees me looking at him, I believe that he is aware that I am staring at him. At the very least, I believe he's putting on a happy face. "Hi love." While he is doing so, he says while leaning closer to me.I smile. When you speak in that manner, you have a decidedly British accent. I stutter out the phrase.I can make out in the corner of his eye a slight crinkle, which is a clear indication that he's smiling. "Do you like it?" He questions it while cocking his head to the side. I nod. "Then I'll keep doing it love," she replied. He appears to be smiling once more fr