"Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me." Isaiah 6:8 Today, October 31, 2026, my husband, Major Gavin Thomas Gardner, retired from the United States military. I have been trying all week to find words big enough for that sentence, and I'm not sure they exist. So I'll start with the simplest ones I have: thank you, my love. Thank you for twenty-two years of service to this country, and thank you for every single one of the years with you. Gavin was my high school sweetheart. In October 1999, the farm boy who grew up listening to his mother's nursing stories raised his right hand and enlisted in the Air Force as a medic. He spent his early years at Keesler Air Force Base helping bring brand-new babies into the world. He was standing watch at that hospital on September 11, 2001, the morning our country changed, and he deployed to the desert sands overseas in the wake of it, in support o...
The first Saturday of October, the cancer center where I'm treated holds a fundraiser run every year. My dad flew down, my whole family came together, and we planned to run the race I couldn't run last year. Then a big rainstorm was forecast, and the race was canceled. When the organizers sent a message about the cancellation, and the storm turned out milder than predicted, some runners sent very unhappy emails. I was disappointed too, but last year at this time I was fighting for my life while undergoing chemo treatments, was exhausted and nauseated all the time, had lost 15 lbs, and was bald. I was so sick I couldn't even imagine walking to the start line, let alone the finish line. My goal was to walk it this year. We had beautiful and special shirts made by Mel Jolley at Guided Horizons Graphics for our whole family, some from out of state, to "Rally for Allie." But because of the people who dedicate their lives to saving lives like mine, I'll get the cha...