To go to the fair, or not to go to the fair - what is the answer?

I am overwhelmed by the amount of responses I received on Facebook when I posted the question "To go to the fair, or not to go to the fair". So many of you responded with encouragement and support telling me to go. It just reminded me of the many people that have been praying for me, even for the simple things like going to the fair.

Well, did I go? I woke up in the morning ready to go. I was feeling energized and thought I could do it. But after I got the girls ready to go with some resistance from Kendall, I was exhausted. I then started second guessing my decision. Anxiety started welling up inside of me and I was scared to go. But after remembering the words of encouragement from everyone, I decided to buck up and go. And I am so glad I did.

The day was beautiful. The weather could not have been more perfect. I am so glad we had a wheelchair because it allowed me to experience the whole fair without getting too exhausted. The girls enjoyed hitching rides as well. I am not sure Jason enjoyed pushing the wheelchair, but he didn't complain. At one point, I had Kendall in my lap and Mackenzie holding my hand and I just started crying. I was so thankful for the time I was given to spend time with my family doing something I look forward to every year. After missing so many things this Summer, I did not take for granted the opportunity I had to go to the fair.

My senses were heightened and I saw everything with a new perspective. I also noticed that I was not in a hurry like I normally am. I just relaxed and enjoyed every moment. I think it was one of the best times I ever had at the fair with the kids. Of course, there were many things I did not get to do because we had kids along. The day was mostly about the kids and making sure they had fun. But that was OK with me. I didn't care what we did...except I had one thing I had to do before we left. Whac-a-mole.

Whac-a-mole has become a tradition for me at the fair. I hate to brag..I am pretty good and typically win a prize every time. But this time, playing Whac-a-mole had more meaning to me. If I were to win, it meant that the chemo, radiation, drugs and all of the poison in my body as not robbed me of my reflexes and mental capacity to process what I needed to do. On the first try, I won. I was so proud of myself. I selected a monkey that Kendall has adoringly taken in to be a part of her stuffed animal collection.

I know many of you prayed for me to have the ability to eat a corn dog. I started out slow...I had a bite of Kendall's corn dog. And it was a success. I decided to wait until I was hungry to get my own. But then I was sidetracked by the mini donuts, cheese curds, corn on the cob and cotton candy. All of which tasted better than ever. I was so worried that there would be nothing at the fair I could eat. I even packed some yogurt and ensure just in case I needed some nourishment that was not available at the fair. But it was not touched the entire time. And had I not filled up on all of the other food items I came across, a corn dog would have been consumed.

So prayers were answered!!! The Fair was success and I had a great time. I thank all of you who were praying for me!!! Now on to my next goal....