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So far I’m holding true to the promise I made myself. When I sick from chemotherapy, weak from radiation, unable to walk across the house from malnutrition weakness, I promised myself that when I got better I would spend as many weekends as I could at the beach. In the past four weeks I have been to the beach three times. The beach has always been one of my “sacred sanctuaries.”...

Last night Carey and I spent the night at a hotel on Cocoa Beach. We found ourselves in the extremely unusual potion of having no children. Matthew and Christopher were at their bio-mom’s for the week and Ashlee spent the night at her grandparent’s house. That left Carey and I childless. Alone. We immediately took advantage of the situation and booked a hotel on Cocoa Beach We tried...