I went to Texarkana last week so that my mother and dad could help me take care of Noah while my biopsy sites under my arms healed. I got a nice rest as mom got up at night with Noah, bathed Noah, and got up in the morning with Noah. For the first time in a long time, I felt truly rested. While in Texarkana, my mother's friends threw me a party. I did not know about it. I was so touched. I told them I had never been to a cancer party. Diane Green quickly corrected me and told me it was a "Think Pink" party. It is truly amazing how many people love me. I don’t know what I have done to deserve all this love. I have a good life. Many people were there and everyone had on pink, even my dad and Curt Green. The snacks were all pink as were the very cute table cloths. There was pink champagne and pink lemonade. The guests brought gifts for when I am in the hospital and when I am at home recovering. I got pjs, house shoes, stationary, bath products, and inspirational books. They all formed a team for me in the Texarkana race for the cure. They named it Jenna’s Hens and Friends. It was one of those moments I will never forget. It ranks up there with the day I married Chad and the first time I met my son. Funny, those days were about joy and were full of happiness. This day was bittersweet as I am on the countdown to a bilateral mastectomy due to breast cancer. I know I will come out of this a stronger woman. I recognize and am eternally grateful for the people who care for me and sprinkle me with droplets of hope.
