Sunday, February 22, 2015


I am very grateful to Becky, a sweet family friend, who started a gofundme fundraiser for my family. I had mixed feelings about this at first. In our culture, we are told we can do it all by ourselves. When we need help that means we are small or weak or sick. I guess have never seen myself as any of those, even when I have been all of them at different points in my life. Being independent, I have always struggled to reach out to people when I need help. Mark always says he wishes when people ask how they can help us that the offer came with a menu, a suggestion, or just somebody doing something they want to do.

Being a mom, I know how feeding people is a very basic, real way to say we love and care for them. I hate wasting food. When I get chemo or radiation all food tastes the same- like glue or paste. I don't eat much these days. Mark told Dr. Laudi I eat like a supermodel while Mark himself eats like a 12-year-old boy. Our teenager is a picky eater and our two younger girls either pick or eat everything in sight. On the days I feel well, I cook and freeze things for the days I don't feel well. I know everybody cares and loves us and means well and I don't mean any disrespect by not accepting meals from you. I just hate wasting food.

We were so thankful for all the gas gift cards and money given to help us get back and forth to Chicago (this allowed us to go together and spend time with each other), for the gift cards for Target and Walmart to help with Christmas, for Becky's gofundme fundraiser, for the flowers, clean house, food, hugs, smiles, prayers and thoughts from you. I am deeply grateful for each and every one of these beautiful things. From my heart, Thank You!

1 comment:

  1. I know you don't like asking for help...but thanks for letting us! :-) Having been in a similar situation with my heart attack, it was difficult for me to accept help too. I didn't want to offend anyone, but I wanted to see what I could do first. I had a certain way of doing things, my own little routines, and even though everyone tried their best, it just wasn't done "right". It was hard to accept that I needed the help. So I get that.

    People feel so helpless that they just want to do something. So in a way, you are being the generous one in letting others help.