Cancer is a lonely place to be. Instead of planning out dinner menus and baseball schedules, I'm making end-of-life plans. Instead of dreaming up the next family vacation, I'm fretting over life insurance policies and trust funds for the boys.
I have good people in my life. Really. I have GOOD people in my life. A few weeks ago, I met a group of friends for dinner. I had no idea why we were gathered, but I quickly found out that it wasn't just to talk about hedghogs, our kids, and shampoo. No, they had something much bigger and more important. Something that made me forget for a while that my life is not what I want it to be:
Ally's Wish is a new foundation put together by my amazing friends. The purpose of Ally's Wish is to grant wishes for other mothers with terminal illness. Spread joy. Give hope!
I can not think of a more fantastic way for my legacy to live on. It's not often that I am without words, but I was at the dinner table that night. My friend Missy explained to me how she had been praying faithfully for me (which I knew she had been). Like so many of us, she wanted to do something. She wanted to put something behind her words. But she didn't know what. So...she kept praying. And one morning, God gave it to her. She immediately called the other friends, and Ally's Wish was born. They had the whole thing put together and finished before they ever even presented it to me. There was not a fear that I would say "no". Because God was at work...there was something so much biger happening than what any of us could ever do on our own.
At dinner that night, they asked me what my wish is. They wanted mine to be the first one granted. They said that I should dream big. They said that I should think outside the box. They said that I am loved, and that people want to help.
So, I am thrilled to tell you that my wish is for this blog to be published. I don't necessarily want it to be on a shelf in every Barnes & Noble across America, but I want it to be published at least so that each of my boys can have a copy of their own--a way for them to remember that their mom loved them with every inch of her heart.
Maybe you want to help. Maybe God is leading you to bring hope to other sick mothers the way these friends of mine have brought hope to me. Maybe you want to donate or volunteer. Go to our website and look around. I hope your heart is touched and you are moved to help. On behalf of moms like me who love their kids and will have to leave them sooner than we want to...thank you. Thank you for being an instrument in God's hands. Thank you for reminding us that there are still good things to be had, joy to fill hearts like ours. He is a good God.