Shoutout from Shyra

Happy Saturday, faithful readers and prayer warriors! I just wanted to send out a personal thank you to everyone who has sent me care packages, cards, letters, donations, flowers, groceries, etc. It is all very humbling and overwhelming (in a good way!).

I don't want to leave anyone out so please know that if I don't mention your group in the following, you can blame it on "chemo brain." Each and every one of you who has given time, resources, and love to me these past couple of months, I appreciate it all. I notice and I am thankful. When I look at or think of the gift you gave, it puts a smile on my face and hope in my heart.

To my coworkers, my friends from high school, my friends from college, my room-mates over the years, my friends from church, my family, and all you wonderful people who have been in my life during one of it's many seasons, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the love you have poured out in so many tangible ways.

To all of you who have participated in the meal train that has been a huge blessing for us and we are so thankful. Thank you Ashley, for creating that for me.

Now for a little update, I am doing much better. The first week after chemo is always the hardest. I can eat real food again and I have my energy back! I still have a metallic taste in my mouth, but that is to be expected. Mahmoud and I took a nice walk on the beach yesterday in the sun and it was so restorative and healing.

If the blog goes quiet for a while, it is because all is well, and I am resting and enjoying time with my husband and kitty cat Gracie.



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