This past week has been surreal and completely crazy for me.

On Wednesday I was contacted by a producer of a national television talk show (I'm not going to name the host because I can barely believe any of this is really happening, but I will say she's the cute and perky cook that all the guys are crazy about and her initials are Rachael Ray--lol).

By Friday I was being followed around at work by a photojournalist, sound technician and on-location producer.  Many of my co-workers/motivators were interviewed and then later, my children.

It took all day and surprisingly, it was very very tiring.  Apparently I'll be flying to New York on Tuesday for an in-studio segment to be taped on Wednesday.  Wow.  Who woulda thunk?  There is still a big part of me that thinks "No way.  They'll review the tapes for the background piece and call me to cancel any minute.  How could I possibly be interesting enough for TV?"  Then I remember this story isn't just about me, that's how.

The support I've received from all of you on this journey has been overwhelming and life-altering.  I simply don't have the words to express the gratitude and love I feel for every single person involved.  The daily offerings of "dirt" on my desk, the cards, the e-mails, the encouragement, the involvement...blows me away.  "Thank you" seems so insufficient.

I was talking to my ex-husband and the father of my two children earlier in the week about all the recent events and I said, "Chris, it's like I woke up in someone else's life."  He replied, "No, Pamela, you just finally woke up in your own life."

Maybe he's right.  Maybe I get to finally take back all those things I lost.  Maybe I get to go the rest of the way, wide-awake and living.

Big love, respect and gratitude in my heart for all of you,

Pamela