Hawaii Bound, Or Not.......

My husband and I were supposed to be in Hawaii right now, laying on the beach and eating fresh pineapple. We have been planning a trip to Kauai for our 10th anniversary, the plane tickets were bought, the hotel reservations were booked and we even had our itinerary planned. I guess nothing is ever for sure. We are both a little bummed, but luckily we were able to get a flight voucher for the amount of our tickets to use anytime within the next year. As far as the rest of the plans my husbands two brothers and their wives were going too and yes, they are there right now. They promised to have a great time, eat some fresh pineapple, and get some good old sunshine while relaxing on the beach for us. My husband taught me a great lesson during the first few years of our marriage. We used to live about three and a half hours south of where we grew up (and where our families still lived), so we would travel back and forth often. The road in between was often times bogged down with traffic and since it was out in the middle of no where there was no other way to get home unless we stayed on the freeway. I used to get extremely irritated with getting stuck on the freeway with no possibility to get off for miles and no other roads to take to get around. My husband would ask me, why are you so upset? Is there anything you can do about the traffic? Can you change the situation in anyway? Of course my answer was no, so he would then say, don't get so worked up about it, it will only make you more miserable, just make the best of the situation. It took me some practice, but I finally figured out ways to pass the time that we were stuck on the freeway. It made the situation more bearable. Now, we could be pretty upset about missing out on our trip, but instead this is what we have decided to do to make the best of this situation: my husband bought everything he needed to make us special tropical smoothies (including a slice of fresh pineapple hanging of the top of the cup), this week we are having pulled pork for dinner and we are trying to talk our kids into performing the "hooki lau" (Hawaiian song and dance) for us after we eat, and I think we might even pull out the tanning lotion just so we can fake the suntan at the beach. We would rather be in Hawaii than at the hospital doing our next round of chemo, but....... We will make the best of it. We promised each other that once we are through all of this with our baby and her treatments we are going to take our trip to Hawaii.