Kirsten, Weston, and baby Kira have been in town. Kirsten came to Chemo with Scott and me this morning. It was so fun hanging out with her. We worked on stockings! She's designing her own, beach themed stockings, since they live near and love beach life! Today included a mermaid tail and a jelly fish.
These wonderful stockings have now had 46 loving people help with sequins; that includes my son, Will (aka Scott Jr.), who sequinned a Santa hat, and my nephew, Colton, who sequinned that same Santa's boots. I'll share photos when they are completed. I'm hoping to have 50 people before we finish. It will be fun to share with my future grandchildren the story of so many loving hands helping make their stockings when I was fighting cancer. I'll share with them that the cancer affected my fine motor skills and threatened to end my life way too early; but we beat it, and now we have these beautiful stockings to hold the memory.
While I'm on the subject of fine motor skills, I am carrying a lot of guilt for not sending hand written thank you notes for all of the kindnesses that have been shown to me and my family. Hopefully, I
have acknowledged appreciation through email or text. I'm hoping my handwriting skills can return as treatments change. I deeply appreciate every text, email, chemo day scripture, flower planted, weed pulled, leaf cleared, flowers sent or dropped off, video with memories, sequin sewed, needle threaded, meal provided, card sent, soft blanket shared, encouragement given, smile, prayer, FB comment of encouragement, ride, treat, PJs and anything else I have failed to imclude here. I continue to feel so much strength, physical, and spiritual power from all of your daily prayers. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!
A miracle from this week, for some reason, my left hand became really swollen on Saturday. I was concerned and messaged my medical team. I had been wearing my compression sleeve and thought that maybe it was preventing the fluid in my hand from draining. I prayed Saturday night asking for the fluid to clear up. I also removed my compression sleeve. Sunday morning, my hand was back to normal. It was a small, specific request. But I want to acknowledge my Savior who watches over each of us and blesses us in small specific ways as we pray for and notice the small miracles he blesses us with along the way. I was able to prepare a Father's Day dinner for Scott, who is one of the best fathers and grandfathers I know. He learned from the best-- his dad, Lynn Tenney, and my dad, Perry Fisher. 
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