When it rains, it pours.

So, many of you have probably heard that Ryan's mom had a stroke last week that left her with partial paralysis of her right arm and leg. The physicians are having trouble determining her prognosis because they can't see any evidence of a stroke. Because she has a pacemaker, she cannot have an MRI and so we can't get any more information. The great news is that in the week since this has happened, she has regained some feeling and some ability to move her hand. Some is better than none, but mostly it's the fact that she is continuing to make progress that leaves us feeling really hopeful.


Then, we found out yesterday that my mama has breast cancer. What? My mom? No way. She is healthy and active and young(ish--wink wink, mom). I feel like I could puke right now. We don't know much, which is a hard place to be, but I'm learning that breast cancer is a series of long waits. The little info that we do know is very reassuring, and my mom is pretty upbeat about the whole thing. We have a consultation with a surgeon next week, which will, hopefully, give us more info. But, surgery is imminent at this point. So we'll just take it one day at a time, do what the docs tell us, and get better. The odds are highly in our favor.


But, I do find myself feeling a little defeated and sorry for myself. Like they say: when it rains it pours. But, why is it raining in August (literally and figuratively)?? Then I remember, right now, in this moment, we're all okay. And, we have the most beautiful, happy, silly little baby/granddaughter/niece etc who proves that this is a rollercoaster, and it's these low moments make the highs even better, and that silly babies make the lows a lot more bearable.

Case in point: