Dear Katie,
I have two favorite memories with you while I was sick. (Interspersed, of course, with many other lovely ones.) First, is just a heart-to-heart we had one day about anything and everything. It was just nice. I think it was when Jared was gone and I was holding sweet Graham and just thinking how much I would miss you and our talks. (Incidentally, I should also thank you for having a son who was so calm that I could hold and cuddle him post surgeries when the other kiddos had to be kept at a safe distance lest their enthusiasm injure me. I really needed baby cuddles during this time. Definite healing properties.)
My other favorite memory was when you gave me the best pedicure I've ever had in my life. This was after my first surgery and I had already done a lot of staring at my unsightly toenails (a natural consequence of lots of free-time, a hunched over posture, and the inability to reach ones feet). It was such a relief to look down and see perfectly manicured toes. I felt feminine for the first (and last) time in a long time. And I needed that. I was under the mistaken impression that when I started chemo my nails would stop growing and I thought, "this beautiful pedicure is going to last forever!" It didn't; but it was still awesome and every time I paint my toenails now I think of how carefully and thoughtfully you took care of me. And I love that. And I love you.
<3
Sam
(The Alisa Post is under construction.)
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