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Mighty Pip’s Adventures Documenting Mighty P's battle with cancer.

Hi buddy,Here we are, 18 months later.I feel like time and space have given you knowledge beyond that of a 9 year-old at...
21/08/2026

Hi buddy,

Here we are, 18 months later.
I feel like time and space have given you knowledge beyond that of a 9 year-old at this point. Being your mom made me infinitely better. At 9, this was a bigger concept than you could ever know or take in. But loving you made me better and increased my perception of what love truly was. Love moves you and gives you the courage and ability to do the hard things. Some days, it’s an absolute sacrifice at times.

The days I wanted to give up. The days and hours it took to drive back and forth to Memphis all those months. Fighting you to eat and take meds, knowing it was in the best interest of your higher good. Learning and teaching myself to have difficult conversations with you, but wording them in ways that made them age appropriate and digestible for you. The creative ways I had to talk about death and dying without directly ever saying “you’re dying” It was all driven and motivated by love. A love that I now believe the cancer experience with you could have taught.

I’ve always known that, but I’ve never really sat with those exact thoughts and mulled them over into how they affected me. Because of you, there is more magic left here, and I see it on the daily. The world that I walk in is now different than the world everyone else experiences. The little things that I notice, the breeze at just the right moment that most everyone else wouldn’t notice. It’s like an extension of our secret club you made for us. Noticing your numbers, the oddities that many would even consider annoyances.

Like I’ve said before to you and Madison many times before, love is the closest thing to magic that most people will ever see or feel. It just feels like you continue to show me a bit more of the magic. The more I see the more you give like a real world version or “hot and cold”.

I love you forever, and thank you for appearing and showing me things, usually when I need them most. Your wish for me was to be happy. … I’m trying, but I’m getting closer. It’s hard giving up the version of what I always thought it would look like. Especially with you not directly here.

Love Always,
Mom

Buddy…17 months … 515 days. It’s wild to think I only got to spend 3,433 days with you. I only got 2011 days with you be...
22/07/2026

Buddy…

17 months … 515 days. It’s wild to think I only got to spend 3,433 days with you. I only got 2011 days with you before cancer wrecked us all. I love you more than anything. You still continue to amaze me and teach me. I just miss your hugs, your goofy laugh, and how super funny you are. I just miss you being here where I can see you.
I love you forever.

Love,
Mom 💙

We inadvertently booked a trip to Honduras. Somehow this summer turned into a mini repeat of the bucket list summer of 2024. With Madison and I learning how to scuba dive. In a weird, unplanned way coming into Roatan right before the date we left the first time … and now here in the 21st it’s the day before we leave. Oddly seems fitting.

On the outside I look like I’m having the time of my life and happy. You only see moments and in those moments when the feelings get too big and I’m just trying to forget. So often I feel guilty for trying to live life and doing things. It’s so incredibly hard when people say, “ i don’t know how you do it” or “I couldn’t do it? I end up shrinking my actual feelings so people don’t feel bad. But damn I want to start asking what I should be doing? Because it sounds like everyone has my life figured out better than I do.

It’s like learning to breathe with part of your soul missing. It’s waking up everyday reaching for someone who the world says is gone, but yet your heart still feels them there. It’s loving so deeply that the ache never fully quiets, and carrying that love into a life you never chose. And yet you still carry on… sometimes it’s hour by hour until the day turns into the next.

22/06/2026

16 months… I’m at this weird stage where I meet people who never knew Paxton. I hate when they say sorry…Because I am not. Grief is price of love, it’s a solid promise. It’s the price I’d pay over and over again for that small blip of time when he was mine.

People see me going out, doing things and looking like I’m having the time of my life. I still die inside more than I would care to admit. I fall asleep with top of his fuzzy blue and white pajamas while running my hands over it because sometimes when I’m just drunk enough and turn on videos of him talking … that just for a moment somewhere in my fu**ed up head I bring him back.

Hey Buddy.

Here we are, another month down and it I notice you everywhere and in everything.

Did you see? Oh course you did I got the 888 on the way to the airport. We went skydiving!! I had you in my pocket and we went twice with Noah. Oddly it worked out to be 2 years, 2 weeks and 1 day after your first jump. I know .. I said I would never do it. But here we are… you made me brave buddy you were the super best teacher. I didn’t see the pools I’m not as cool as you are and I was trying really hard to remember to breathe. I would absolutely do it again.

I love you forever.

Love,
Mom 💙

Hi my baby. I am missing you something fierce today. It’s 4 months until you turn 11. Even being so young … I hope you k...
29/05/2026

Hi my baby.

I am missing you something fierce today. It’s 4 months until you turn 11. Even being so young … I hope you know how truly special you are and how so deeply loved you are.
I love you forever, ever.
Mom

You taught me the courage of stars before you left
How light carries on endlessly, even after death
With shortness of breath
You explained the infinite
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist
I couldn't help but ask for you to say it all again
I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen
I'd give anything to hear you say it one more time
That the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes
I couldn't help but ask for you to say it all again
I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen
I'd give anything to hear you say it one more time
That the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes
With shortness of breath
I'll explain the infinite
How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist

A Madison update: A few of y'all have asked about Madison. This girl has done amazingly well, and I am forever grateful ...
22/05/2026

A Madison update: A few of y'all have asked about Madison.

This girl has done amazingly well, and I am forever grateful that I was blessed with such a level-headed, kindhearted, and emotionally intelligent kiddo to go through this with. She just finished eighth grade and was in three high school credit classes, including Art I.

This was her Jr. VASE project; she was graded gold by the judges and ultimately given a platinum award. Platinum is awarded to about 10% of all entries. Madison has had nothing but great reviews from her teachers all year; I believe in the last couple of weeks, she has brought home five award certificates and two awards, finishing with straight A's. She has scored high in all her MAPs testing and showed tremendous growth.

For high school, she is attending an early college high school so she can graduate high school with her associate's degree from Northwest Vista. On her own, she pushed herself to take every advanced class she could. She self-expanded her reading and took it upon herself to read Fahrenheit 451, Animal Farm, and The Handmaid's Tale.

As of right now, her goal is to become an anesthesiologist, and as soon as she turns 17, she was invited to shadow her anesthesiologist who did her knee surgery.

Why anesthesiology? 🤦🏼‍♀️ because she wants to be a doctor and help people but doesn’t want to have to actually deal with her patients or talk to them for long periods of time.

454 days, 15 months now. I'm not sure why today is hitting so exceptionally hard, but it's probably one of the worst in ...
22/05/2026

454 days, 15 months now. I'm not sure why today is hitting so exceptionally hard, but it's probably one of the worst in a while. Maybe it's because it's the last day of school and he would have been finishing 3rd grade, or 4th grade had he never had cancer at all. May 2024 is when we stopped the main treatment because it stopped working; it's also when I made his cremation arrangements. May is just heavy all together.

Today in Pilates, the last song that played was 'Even When I'm Not' by Maren Morris; I barely held it together to run out of the studio before the water works started. It played again driving home as my Spotify shuffled through. I ended up at Paxton’s elementary school to see if I could have his monkey, I’ll take it back on the first day of school. Monkey and I ended up at chick fil a for nuggets.

I’m a mess and I know it. I still get signs from Paxton. Music is one. 888 and 88s happen often. Recently a blue jay has been visiting our back fence. I didn’t even know we had them.

I love you forever buddy.

People think grief ends
when the crying becomes less visible.
When you start smiling again.
When you return texts.
When you laugh at dinner
without immediately falling apart after.
But grief does not leave that easily.
It just learns how to hide itself
inside ordinary moments.
Like hearing a song
your son used to love
and suddenly feeling your whole chest collapse.
Like sitting in your car afterward
trying to breathe through memories
nobody else can see.
The truth is,
I never “finished grieving” my son.
I simply learned
how to carry him quietly
through a world
that kept expecting me to move forward.
But love this deep
does not disappear because time passes.
It stays.
In songs.
In silence.
In every small reminder
that he was here
and mattered endlessly

424 days a total of 14 months now. I’m angry that you died.There I said it. I’m angry at time for not standing still. I’...
22/04/2026

424 days a total of 14 months now.

I’m angry that you died.
There I said it.
I’m angry at time for not standing still. I’m angry at the world, it kept moving like nothing happened. I’m angry that you couldn’t live the life you deserved. I’m angry that a piece of my heart will never be fixed and I don’t know how to make peace with that.

I hate that I’m sitting in my car listening to your Spotify playlist, eating a McDonald’s happy meal for the toy without you. I did get Princess Peach.

I love you forever.

I ended up actually going to the St. Jude Day of Remembrance. I will say I needed it. There was closure in some regards ...
22/03/2026

I ended up actually going to the St. Jude Day of Remembrance. I will say I needed it. There was closure in some regards but it also served as the beginning of a catalyst of change I needed in me. I’ll keep it intentionally vague as it continues to play out.

Almost 2 years to the day of Paxton’s first cruise. We went back. It was a combination of Spring break, Madison’s birthday and just escaping around the 1 year of not having Paxton physically here. We found his Ariel but she is now really good friends’s with Rapunzel. I was able to talk to her and she oddly enough remembered Paxton. We ran into our very first cruise excursion guide in Progresso. He too remembered Paxton.

Today is now 13 months. Of course Paxton came through with the 88’s, two 888’s and this incredible showing of 8888. It doesn’t get easier at all I do think I’ve just gotten better at holding my moments of being sad. It’s always there, but it definitely comes in waves and on occasions it knocks me under.

22/02/2026

Somehow I made it through the day. I won’t lie this month was hard. It was Valentine’s Day without my favorite valentine. Then coming up on this day has been hard. Rocket has even been extra kinda mopey. Zecora, the cat Paxton said he didn’t like… honestly she really was his cat. She chose him even if he didn’t choose her. The last couple of nights she’s been extremely loud and comes in to sleep on the bed. This isn’t normal for her.

I have been getting my 888s everyday weirdly this week, I’m also not surprised. Kris and I have both recently had dreams about Paxton.

It still blows my mind that I have to miss him the rest of my life. But I truly believe this is probably what his soul wanted. He never wanted to be old, he came home and cried telling me about his old man photo from 100 days of school. The amount of times he said he wanted to be a kid forever is rather alarming. I somehow think he just always knew. One of the only things that gives me peace is that he never saw the cruelty this world has to offer. He only knew love.

I also set off the Pika Boom firework tonight, it was flooding here over 4th of July and we left out of town for his birthday. It seemed fitting to set him off a little fireworks.

Now that I’ve reached the year… I’m not sure what will happen to this page as far as my updating it. It started out as my way to keep from answering text messages when Paxton was originally diagnosed. Then turned into a journal per se.

Anyway thank you all for being here, and loving Paxton.

11 months. These havent gotten easier, it seems like thet just get harder. I’m anything but used to this. The last few w...
22/01/2026

11 months. These havent gotten easier, it seems like thet just get harder.

I’m anything but used to this. The last few weeks have been rough this constant reliving of those last 50 days. The balancing act of appearing like I have it all together, then crying in the shower, in my closet, or crying myself to sleep.

I’m certain I’m the weird lady who looks at blonde boys in public with that awkward, sad smile. I feel the burning swelling up every time. It’s the price you pay for loving someone so much.

As seemingly dysfunctional as I seem to be, and still lost in grief brain, I’m able to keep it together for Madison. She’s truly amazing and thriving, and somehow that keeps me standing.
Every year St. Jude has a Day of Remembrance. This shouldn’t surprise anyone with how this lines up for me. It’s going to be held a week after Paxton’s one-year anniversary, is that even the right word? It’s all so completely fu**ed up. So for the next couple weeks, I get to go through all the pictures of my precious boy and his cute frecklrs to create a story of who he is. I’ll get his board ready, THEN figure out the day before if I’m actually going to go.

I told him he didn’t have to go back to St. Jude. Maybe it’s me looking for an out, but does that count as not keeping my promise?

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