Photo from my son and daughter-in-law’s wedding day.

It’s been a long six months, but Monday was the final treatment day for my daughter-in-law. Every two weeks, my son has driven her over the bridge to UCSF for chemo.

I’ll never forget the worry I felt during her surgery. We were on vacation at the time. They were supposed to spend a week with us in Santa Barbara at the beach when they found out she had cancer was was having surgery immediately. I wrote about surgery day HERE. The linked post includes a beautiful poem by my DIL after she met my son at UCSB.

Every day I pray for my DIL and my son. Over the weekend, they were moving into an apartment and my son hit his head. He hit it badly. I was in shock when my daughter called me from the ER.

He’s now down with a really bad concussion. Seriously? Do they need this now?

Have you noticed how life interrupts life just when you think it’s getting better?

What are your thoughts about how quickly this last six months went by?