Did you know that, on average, we spend years of our lives waiting? Waiting in traffic, waiting for food to cook, waiting in lines that never seem to move. But some waiting runs deeper. As a family, we’ve been waiting for months – waiting for answers, for test results, for scans and for a glimpse of what the next “normal” might look like.

The Waiting Season was born out of one of those pauses. My dad was diagnosed with cancer, and from that moment, life began to shift in ways we’re still learning to understand. Hope and fear now sit side by side at our kitchen table, joining our family pow-wows as if they’ve always had a seat there.

I started this blog because I didn’t know what else to do with all the words I was holding – the questions without answers, the uncertainty that stretches into each new day. Writing makes sense of the waiting.

This isn’t a story about tragedy. It is a story about real life – the in-betweens, the quiet courage, and, as my dad always says “the good, the bad and the ugly”. I hope in sharing this, those who are also waiting for clarity, answers, for peace know that they are not alone.

Welcome to the waiting season x