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"  I could tell by the way she was bopping to the background music, her blonde curls bouncing, dangling earrings swinging, that she loved her job. I, on the other hand, couldn&amp;#039;t wait to go home. I was 23-year-old advertising account executive with a bottle of Pepto Bismol in my briefcase. She was a voiceover artist who&amp;#039;d obviously found what she loved to do for a living. I wished I could feel the same way about my job. Thanks to this blog, I have. When the folks at Good Housekeeping asked me two years ago to blog about my life as the mother of two tweens, I figured I&amp;#039;d focus on the soccer games and the mini-van and the mud. And I often did. Whether I confessed about letting my son&amp;#039;s Cub Scouts den write a story about monkeys vs. soccer moms, or reported on how the third graders crushed the parents in kickball, Good Grief was often the Erma Bombeckian chronicle on parenting I&amp;#039;d envisioned it would be. And then I got cancer. Six weeks after I started writing this blog, I wound up in the hospital with a tumor the size of a softball in my lung, the result of stage 3 non Hodgkin&amp;#039;s lymphoma. Luckily, I&amp;#039;d been so excited about blogging for Good Housekeeping that I&amp;#039;d amassed enough entries to keep on posting as though my life - and my kids&amp;#039; lives - hadn&amp;#039;t just been completely turned upside down. But once I got out of the hospital, I knew that I couldn&amp;#039;t keep on blogging about class trips and the chaos of parenting without acknowledging that something very horrible had happened to me and my family. So, with my (very wonderful) editors&amp;#039; approval, I wrote a blog about parenting with cancer, the first of many, and posted it at Good Housekeeping.com. Readers offered their support and love. Some were going through the very same thing, while others could imagine what it was like to try to parent while undergoing the exhausting therapies designed to battle my cancer. Around here, we jokingly called my posts &amp;quot;Cancer Thursdays,&amp;quot; like they were a special dish at IHOP or something. But they, along with my regular posts on parenting, were exactly what I needed. I&amp;#039;d finally found what I love to do for a living while fighting for my life. But now, more than two years after writing my first post for Good Housekeeping and nearly 20 months into remission, it&amp;#039;s time to say good-bye to Good Grief - but not good-bye to its faithful readers. Though recessionary times are now closing the door on this blog, my door as a blogger is always open over at my web site, MommaSaid.net, where I continue to share stories about the soccer games and the mini-van and the mud, and of course, parenting with (and now without) cancer. I hope to see you there. And I hope you&amp;#039;ve enjoyed reading Good Grief as much as I&amp;#039;ve had fun writing it. It was, indeed, a job that I loved. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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