Last September, when my blog post, “Tossing Sorries,” was Freshly Pressed by WordPress, which brought hundreds and hundreds of new readers to my blog, we were in the process of making an appointment for Harry with a neurologist to figure out what was going on with his back.
Later that month, Mike and I both marked our birthdays (40 and 38, respectively) while Harry was in the hospital undergoing tests that would ultimately result in a diagnosis of insulinoma, a cancer in his pancreas.
In early October, Harry was still in the hospital because he suffered complications after undergoing surgery to remove the tumor. At the same time, a parenting columnist at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch interviewed me for an article she was writing about the popularity of the Rainbow Loom. The piece, “Loomstruck: Rubber band bracelets go viral,” which included direct quotes from me and my popular blog post, “Rainbow Loony,” was featured on the front page of the newspaper’s Sunday lifestyle section.
It was a Sunday evening in October when Dylan rode his bike for the first time without training wheels. Earlier that same day, we readmitted Harry to the hospital because he was vomiting and wouldn’t eat. His last night on Earth was on Halloween. While the boys celebrated an epic evening of trick or treating with friends, Harry’s body shut down.
Today would’ve been Harry’s 9th birthday. I swallowed tears all morning, and then I discovered that The Container Store responded to a tweet I wrote yesterday about shopping at their store as a retreat on my sixteenth day of (temporary) single motherhood…
…which was totally and completely awesome.
As I finish typing this post, Gertie is sleeping on my lap as Harry so often did when he was a puppy.
Sometimes happy and sad collide.