When my son was diagnosed with TCell ALL in the fall of 2015, I felt like I was steamrolled by an ocean-liner. One moment, life was completely normal and the next, shattered into a million shards of glass. I went through so many stages of grief, anger, jealously, resentment, sadness, numbness - you name it, I experienced it. As time wore on, I bandaged my soul and moved forward in helping my family heal. Problem was, I wasn't helping myself heal. My community did not have a support group for my particular situation and I found myself searching online for caregivers like me. I found Momcology and instantly was drawn in by the privacy component along with the ability to connect with people in my exact situation. When I discovered there was a retreat where I could replenish myself and connect with other mothers, I was beside myself. I filled out my application the moment it was uploaded to the site! My weekend retreat with Momcology was a lifesaver for me. I bonded with a group of women that were just like me. A battle we face together and only we can understand. It was deep. Mind blowingly deep. It was also cathartic. Beyond connecting over our stories, we did Reiki, massages with Essential oils, painting, hiking, journaling, and eating delicious and beautifully prepared foods. In essence, we were taken care of for the weekend. The women who ran the retreat were as much a part of the group as the attendees. Each was effervescent and glowed with the warmth us mamas need right now. The glow of kindness and understanding. For me, the only sad part is that I live far away from all the people I met. They are my sisters forever. I hope we keep in touch. What this experience taught me is that I am not alone. I am here. I am not a shadow of my former self. I'm surviving. The beautiful thing is now I have an army of sisters to do it with.