April Fools

Two weeks ago, it seemed impossible that Penn would be here for my birthday. On April 1, we celebrated at home and are officially discharged from Rotary Flames house. Penn baked me my birthday cake (thank you Chloe and Stevie for the Crave cake mix). Penn started chemo on March 29, and I remind her multiple times a day how strong and brave she is. She has been through so much this past year. Two craniotomies, 33 radiation treatments, 12 MRIs and now five consecutive chemo treatments. She is my hero and every day she reminds me to be strong. She has the tough road ahead and all I can do is support here and remind her she can do this.

This past year, I have learned to really be present with my family. To remember all the precious moments. Even when we are baking/cooking, out on our neighbourhood walks, driving to school , reading stories, going out for ice cream and burgers. Although Penn’s time with us is dwindling, it is such a gift that she is here, making my cake, putting a ridiculous amount of rainbow sprinkles on top of the Crave-o-licious chocolate cake. I have my family. Penn is home. Penn is alive. And there is nothing else I could've asked or wished for on my birthday.