Friday the 13th...

Okay, so I don't typically believe in the Friday the 13th superstitions, but yesterday as I was getting ready to go to the Relay For Life, that I have been looking forward to for more than a month, I came to dread it. Not because I didn't want to go,  but because of my back.
After I had gotten out of the shower and dried off, I bent over to put a towel on my wet head and I was unable to stand back up. Instead, I fell on my head (thankfully I had a little cushion from the towel) and there I laid, in the floor, unable to move without excruciating pain for about 20 minutes. There was nobody home to help me get up, get to a phone, or go get Keigan from school, so what choice did I have other than to try to pretend that everything was fine, and just keep on keepin on? After I made it to my phone I did text the hubs and let him know what had happen, but as I expected, he did not have his phone on him or something, because he was out at the race track helping set things up for RFL.
I managed to get dressed and get down the stairs and into my car, and all the while pretending that the pain was not really there, I went and picked up Keigan and then came back to the house and just sat here, hoping it really would just go away and I would be fine.
Once Bob and Dawson got home we went to the RFL. I have never been to anything like this, and I don't think this will be my last one. Despite the horrible pain I was in, I tried not to complain too much, and I had a great time. It was an emotional experience, but in a good way. I bought a bag that has a candle in that you light in honor of, or in memory of. We did ours in memory of my mom of course, and Keigan lit the candle. She was so proud, and it really is amazing what an 8 year old can actually understand when it comes to some things. Like a song, or poem, things you just don't expect a little child to understand.

 ^This is before the first lap started. There was a lady singing "I'm gonna love you through it" and Keigan was bawling her little eyes out.

 Getting ready to walk the SURVIVORS lap with Ra-Ra

 These are the shirts that survivors were wearing. I wish I could have gotten a picture of  all the survivors. It really does give you hope. Seeing so many people who have been given such horrible news, and beaten all the odds. Some that were just beginning their fight....

I miss my mom more and more every single day. There honestly has not been a day that has gone by since June 6, 2008 that I have not thought about her and cried. It is still very hard for me to come to terms with her death. I do not understand it. I am so happy that she is not suffering anymore, but for my own selfish reasons, I guess, I want her back here with me, and my kids. I want her to meet Bob and get to know him, just as I want him to know her. I want her to see that I have done the best that I could with my kids, and in life.

Before I close this, I want to ask that anybody that reads this, please, take a moment and say a prayer, and donate when you can to the American Cancer Society. Help raise awareness and help find a cure.