2015 and All will be Well

The holidays are over and we are into a new year.  New Year's Eve passed quietly, but with some family hijinks.  Amanda made it until 9:00pm, so we had an early countdown, swigged some sparkling grape juice, then tucked her in.  Yeats and I watched a horrible 80s horror film and rang in the new year at midnight making fun of Ryan Seacrest.  It has become a bit of a tradition for us.
Through all of this, I have and will continue to write\talk\call-from-the-mountain-tops about my amazement at the resiliency of Amanda as she fights through this; however, I wanted to take this opportunity to mention the other person in our lives who amazes me just as much.  Yeats has handled this entire ordeal with a profound maturity for a 16 year old.  While he was definitely distracted in the first few weeks after Amanda's diagnosis, he has since gotten back to focusing on his studies and still making sure that he is a part of this process on a daily basis.  Don't get me wrong, he is still a 16 year old with a quick wit that he might exercise a little more control over, but overall he has been an indispensible part of our team.
People have asked me several times how I am doing.  I answer everytime that I am doing well, and I mean it.  Yes, this sucks.  Yes, it dominates our lives.  However, that doesn't mean that we are letting those things keep us from getting through the day.  I am very lucky in that my two best friends are my wife and my son.  We all support each other in ways that I am sure we are not totally aware.  When Yeats and I sat in the living room on New Year's Eve and played Mystery Science Theater with a really, really awful slasher film (I can not stress how bad this film was.  "New Year's Evil," look it up.  Roz Kelly, aka, Pinky Tuscadero stars.), we were really just resting our weary heads on one anothers shoulders and taking a very deep breath.  I could not do this without him.
So, in 2015, keep your calendars flexible, because there is going to be a barn-burner of a party when Amanda is declared cancer-free.  I expect each and every one of you to be there.  BYOB, though.  I'm not a millionaire.
Our best to all of you for the coming year and our eternal gratitude for the support that each of you have given.