Happy Sabath, Team,
It's coming up on one year since our sweet stage-4-fighter ran The St. George Marathon filled with little pacmen all in her abdomen. As October approaches (too quickly for those of us running...) Mom starts digging around in her closet for those good ol' running shoes.
By the time I woke up this morning, Mom had pulled Dad out of bed and they had been walking (Momma was running, that stinker!) the loop at the park. They made it a mile when Mom called it quits. Dad and Mom got home, Dad made us breakfast, and Momma slept. Later as Mom was getting ready, tears streamed down her little cheeks as she realized she wasn't going to be able to run this marathon. She explained how she feels like she was walking in somebody else's shoes today, and was sad to admit that they're her own. "I'm not as sad as I am humbled. You realize that your mind can go so much further than your body, but your body brings you back to reality."
On a happier note, Momma seems to be doing so much better! That "little flu bug" was no little bug at all, but a great big monster! Finally, however, it's passed. This weekend she's been up and running (literally, like I said,) helping Tiana with registration, and she not only watched the BYU-Utah game yesterday, she cheered...and later yelled and holled at the TV as Utah just barely won the game.
Mom, of course, doesn't feel "normal." She's struggling everyday with her Tami-attachments that she just isn't quite on board with yet, and she's frustrated that a year ago she ran 26.2 miles, and now she can hardly jog 1. We try telling her everyday how proud we are of her, but she struggles, as we all would. So please, Team, keep her in your prayers. We're not to the finish line yet, and we all need to keep fighting.
Always remember to F2TF. We love you Tyler, and we love you Momma. Keep up the good fight!
Love,
Maddie
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