“She Believed She Could, So She Did”

There is always so much to be grateful for. Shyra has more fight in her than I realized! She’s always been stubborn (I’m allowed to say that because I’m her sister!), but lately I’ve seen a newfound strength in her spirit and she is not giving in to this cancer.

She is feeling all the love and care from all of her family and friends, and it is truly powerful. Your kindness and generosity towards my sister has given her just the boost of energy and drive that she needs to fight this. Keep it coming!

I hadn’t seen Shyra in a couple of days, since she’s been in the wonderful care of our mama. Also a shoutout to Michael for his doting care and unconditional love & positive support towards his beautiful wife Shyra. This is exactly what she needs during this trying time. We are very lucky to have him in our family!

Today, Shyra and I were able to spend some time together, laughing, crying, telling stories, and enjoying yummy food from Urban Plates. (See new photos in gallery).

She’s doing well, her pain is manageable, the only thing is, even though she’s only 32, her lower back is 87 and her right hip is 102. ;-) So, after a combination of acupuncture, massage, CBD, and proper pillow placement, Shyra was able to sleep peacefully this afternoon. With Gracie curled up beside her!

Tomorrow Shyra will get routine bloodwork done, and Havilah will be with her. Then on Thursday afternoon she will be going in to Kaiser for another round of chemotherapy. This time it is only 2 hours so that is good. She will also have an EKG done right after, to check the electrical activity of her heart. Dad will be with her on Thursday.

In this family, no one fights alone.

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