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My Home on The Lake

Radiation next.

They are working on a treatment plan and we hope to start soon.

We took a mini trip to St. Joseph in the middle of the week to avoid the crowds. We also found a secluded cottage on the water. My requirements were to wake up hearing and seeing the lake. It was a needle in a haystack to find an affordable version of these requests last minute, but we found it.

Aaron's parents took the dog and the baby so we could relax. A nice change of scenery before it got colder and my energy waned. 

I feel incredibly lucky that we are able to just take off like this. Aaron has the flexibility at work and the means to take his spoiled wife to nice places like the lake. 

I grew up right on the bluff of Lake Michigan and it feels like I am part of it. When I hear it I feel at home. It's like pushing the reset button and I immediately relax. I've been specific with those closest that after I expire I want part of me spread across the water, back home. 

So, a plan is in the works and I had a chance to reset and rest before I start the harder lap of the race against Earl. Once less thing to worry about. 

Some pictures from our trip:


The on the private beach we shared with a couple of other cottages and looking at our cottage

Sunset the first night.

Sunset the second night.

Looking at the private beach from our yard.

Meanwhile, Torin had a HORRIBLE time hanging out with his Papa and Mimi.

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  1. SheriSeptember 16, 2021 at 5:21 PM

    Not sure what happened to my first comment. I'm so glad the two of you had some 'couple' time together. Torin looked liked he was having a bad time, lol, that smile! I'm keeping all 3 of you in my prayers. Stay strong Danielle, and when you need to lean on those close to you. Even wonder woman needs some down time. Love and hugs too!

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