Track Race

For those of you who are keeping track, and I'm glad I did...take track that is, because I need the training to keep up with all that is going on here. Today I went to have blood work and passed the test again. Even though I am feeling droopy my numbers are high enough to keep on keeping on. Wednesday (19) I will have my first CT scan since treatment started, I guess I'll probably get results the following Wednesday (26) when I see the doctor. This time I will wait to have treatment the following day (27) because I have a certain nurse that I love that doesn't work on Wednesday, so I'll wait until Thursday when she does work. I am also taking a Beth Moore Bible study class at church on Wednesday nights that I have been missing on treatment day. This way I can go to class more often. Pant... pant... pant... pant. Did y'all keep up? I'm tired.

Thanks to all of you who are reading and keeping up with the goings on here. Thanks for the prayers and the encouragement.There is more to tell but that is for the next leg of the race. I'll tell you later.

Sunshine

Okay, so, I had a birthday, the children got sick, I had my 4th chemo, I got sick, Alvin the partriarch of our mountain died, Michael got sick, the daffodils are blooming,the sun is out and I am out in the yard in the sunshine.

My Birthday

Trevor and I spent the better(?) part of yesterday, March 4th, my birthday, in the Sister of Mercy Urgent Care Center. It really was better than you might think. I was so thankful that I have a wonderful son, that we live in an age and in an area where we can get medical help, we were only there for re-hydration and not something more serious, also we have insurance.

Because Trevor and I were gone for the day it gave Whitney and Allison some time alone. I had presents and cards to open when I got home, all of which made me smile. Thanks. Later we scavenged the house looking for things that Whitney could use in her apartment in Mobile. We didn't find much due to the fact that I have been excavating and eliminating every thing that I have tripped over in the last year.Then we ate supper that someone brought us. (Trevor and Allison had broth and applesauce) Michael brought flowers which I can smell VERY well. (chemo enhances your olfactory sense) After supper we piled up (Michael, Whitney, Hillary and I on one couch, Allison and Trevor in their own germy seats) and watched "No Reservations" All in all, the day was good and I am thankful for 50 years. I am 53 years old but there were a few years I could have done without. Looking forward to being 54 and then some.

I wanted a puppy for my birthday. What I got was Trevor, sick as a dog.

More

We taught the children to share and it took. Allison shared what she had with Trevor. He Fell about 10p.m. last night. The worst is over for them it seems. Now Allison is lying around recovering, she still hasn't eaten but is drinking. Trevor has hardly moved. He has a little fever, about 100 degrees.

So far the rest of us are still standing. Whitney and I shopped for her apartment today. Every little while we'd look at each other and proclaim...."We are not throwing up!!!" It was a good day.

Before Whitney and I left I was visited by two birthday fairies. Also, I got a bunch of cards in the mail and a package which I will not open until tomorrow.I am always amazed that people care about me. Thanks

Not flu/stomach bug

Turns out Hillary did not have the flu after all. Thanks for the prayers. But don't get up off your knees quite yet. Allison has a really yucky stomach bug. We are all trying only to breathe out and washing our hands A LOT!!

Run Down

I don't like to write things that are not kinda funny but Michael says that I need to tell you more about how tired I am. So here I go. I am tired. Some days more than others the spring is gone from my step, the energizer bunny finally runs down, and Tigger stops bouncing, my curls even droop. Yesterday was one of those days. I stayed in bed most of the day. Okay, all day then had a terrible night of tossing and turning except when I was asleep having nightmares. Today though I am up again. Not really bouncing but definitely up. I am packing to go to Atlanta with my Knight to visit Edward (Michael's brother) and Tia. Only the two of us are going. I am looking forward to the time with them. And they have a comfy couch.

p.s. we think that someone living here might have the flu (Hillary) Please pray for her and for the rest of us to stay well. Thanks

Clean Feet

Last weekend we had the honor of a visit from a beautiful princess and two warrior kings. They are from the land called "Gator Nation." This people group, while originating in North Central Florida has spread to all 50 states and beyond. There is a fairly small and quite unstable group right here in western North Carolina. These dignitaries brought with them strength of character and body, humility and purpose, healing and hope, besides that we laughed a lot.

Thank you Danita, Michael and John for "washing our feet" last weekend. No kiddin' my feet are so clean that my toenails are shiny. ( John 13:1-17)

Chicken Soup

Here I am one week out (from chemo) and feeling fine. Actually I have a cold or allergies or something. I feel like a chinchilla has taken up residence in my face. I chased him out yesterday with a couple tylenol and about a gallon of water but the little bugger moved back in during the night. I am up and at it again this morning. Today for school we are having "health and wellness" and "home-ec" . Trevor is learning the physical and emotional healing properties of chicken soup and how to make it. Can't wait 'till lunch!!

Short and Sweet?

Hey, I just figured out that I can do this in COLOR!!!


Seriously, Mom was way too excited about the color.
-Trevor



Okay, sorry. You should know that little things are sometimes big to me and another thing you may or may not know...underneath this silver crown of mine there are very blonde roots.

What I started to say before I was distracted by "color" ( it's too hard to change after every letter) is that tomorrow is my next chemo day. It's hard to believe that I am on #3 already. Thanks for all the prayers and food and for sometimes posting on my blog. All of those things make my life shinier.
You are the best and I love you all!!!

New Do

Once upon a time there was a little girl with fair curly hair who loved many things. She loved her sisters, though not every minute. She loved her parents, though she couldn't quite obey them all the time. She loved animals, and they had a lot of them, chickens, cows, rabbits, goats and dogs, but no kitty cats. She loved the out doors and to run. She loved to go fishing and to sit in her Daddy's lap. She love to go to the fair and eat strawberries in the spring, to go swimming and eat cold watermelon in the summer, to roll in piles of leaves in fall and open Christmas presents in winter. Of all the things that this little girl loved , more than anything else she loved babies. She dreamed of the day when she would have one of her very own, actually she wanted four.



(p.s. the one in the front is me, my hair got curlier later, Donna is in back and the beautiful princess is Mama)



As her hair grew darker this little girls grew taller until one day she was taller than her mother. Upon closer inspection she realized that her height was not the only thing that had changed and that she really was a woman. Since she was now all grown up she got married and before long she held in her hands a real live baby boy that was hers to keep. That's when she found out that her heart too had grown, otherwise it could not have held all the love that she had for her son.




As the son grew so did his hair. It was not curly like hers but thin and straight. It was so thin that the girl thought that the best thing to do would be to let it grow to all one length so that the hair would look thick, that all the hairs would stand side by side and create an army of blonde soldiers. Instead it looked more like bits of string hanging. A wise woman told her something, that to this little Mama sounded very not quite right, she said "Cut it".



This is Ians first haircut and the wise woman was right. He looked better with a little "shaping".


I guess you figured out by now that the little girl that loved babies was me. I told that you story to say that what the wise woman said back then is still true. If you have thin hair it is best to cut it. Mine was starting to look like a possum that lost a fight with a hedge trimmer, so I have had a haircut myself. I don't look as cute as Ian did but you cannot see my pink little noggin unless you really look. I told my Daddy that if I have to cut it shorter that would be okay because then I would look just like him, which is something the little girl with curly hair always wanted.