12.20.15 Top of the page

There it is at the top of the page, a link... G Blogger dashboard. Straight to my blog. Just a click and I am there, ready to type away. Type away feelings, thoughts, emotions. And yet I skip over it, day after day. And especially after the challenging days or DURING. I think about this blog and how much I want, NEED to let it out.
So, last Monday, I woke up, Elizabeth, awaken by her daddy climbs into bed and curls up in my right arm. I snuggle her until she's snoring and roll over to the left, I feel something strange, like the expander moving (this is not uncommon, just uncomfortable). I reach over and feel an indentation. Then my fingers fall deeper into the indentation. And it feels wet. Oh, wait, this doesn't seem right. I stand up and walk out to the living room half awake. "Hey Bill, can you look at this?" (Can I stress the importance of having a nurse in the family and how grateful I am right about now?) Bill takes me back into the bath room, packs the wound and wraps it up. We have to head into Anchorage. About 8:30 we make it into the doctor's office. I am unwrapped and set to the procedure room for a cleaning and restitch. Yes, my ??? not yet scar ripped open. I could see into my chest and the expander. Let me tell you... COOL. VERY, VERY COOL. No pain, just wow. I should've been a doctor or a nurse or an EMT. Cleaned, Swabbed and stitched and sent home. The next day or so, somewhat painful. Which brings me here. Season 2 Episode 24 of the show House, M.D. I am going crazy. My doctor orders me no lifting of my arm. On about Wednesday/ Thursday of last week, I stopped at the grocery store. I threw my back out. So, can't sleep on my side, can't carry, lift basically can't move. Thursday night my son's first game of the season and first game on Varsity. I sit on the bleachers. *Sigh* Do you remember when you were a kid and your parents told you not to do something, and you did anyway. So then you had consequences? That's how my body has been all week. Totally stinks. (literally cause I just bought crazy scented candles that I don't like the smell, but turning off the candle warmer would entail getting up and blah, a top of the page kinda thing). So today, I am reminding myself, this too shall pass and this is only temporary. I am reminding myself that I am healed and taking a breather to rejuvenate and FEEL the Spirit of Christmas. Join me, say a prayer for someone who can't or who is unable to bake cookies, decorate a tree, light a candle. Bring the Spirit to them by thinking of them, sending a message, visiting or just saying a simple prayer.

Love you, Love me, Love you, Love me.

11.24.15... They grow...TMI

First of all, if you want reconstruction, be sure you want it. I had my expanders put in two weeks and 4 days. The first week I felt great, almost normal, or maybe I was so out of it, I just felt great. The second week, the pain start to kicks in. My dad made it here to Wasilla last Wednesday and I am telling you that even if you are a completely grown adult, just having a parent around, makes life so much better. Well with one small flight and wouldn't you know, his bag got left back in Fairbanks.  So we ended up driving to Anchorage. That did me in I didn't realize how much arm and pectoral muscles are used when driving, and when driving a couple of hours, ouch. But we did it and I had a nice time with my dad. My first Golden Corral since last spring. :) That's for another blog.
   Today I went in for a fill.

I believe there were 120 cc filled in during surgery in each side. TODAY I had 60cc in each side. I can see and feel the difference, but it's not this huge change. It's crazy to go through this even though I've been through it before, only at a much slower race. Pain has subsided, but it's late and I have treatment tomorrow. We all know this means, somewhat of a late night tonight, but with all of your prayers an easy night and safe drive into Anchorage tomorrow. Please know I wouldn't trade this experience for any other way. Love you, love me, love you, love me.

11.16.15~ The Drains are GONE!

Went to see my surgeon today and had my drains pulled AND my stitches out. What a relief. This morning I woke up and I was told myself, it's just a thing, it's just drains, and this won't last forever. It is temporary. And how blessed I am to have this procedure done and for an ending for it to come, and it did.
I had my very good friend B take me into Anchorage. What a blessing! She teaches me so much and strengthens me where I think I can't or don't need to learn more. It is so very hard for me still to ask for help. In fact, I still ask Bill to ask others for help, for fear of rejection I suppose. What I am learning is just because people can't help me, doesn't mean that they don't love me. They just are unable to.
I realize I struggle with love ones being sick, it makes me feel sad and weak that I can't help them, so I avoid. I hope I can gently and gracefully learn to overcome this.
In more exciting UP news, I drove today! I DROVE! I took my princess to school. It is these little small "normal" things that make me so happy! So overcome with joy, I can't help but share! Please continue to keep your thoughts and prayers for me and I will do the same. Love you, love me, love you, love me.

11/16/15 Wearing out

No idea what to title this one as I am very tired, but the pain in my sides has kicked in and I am finding sleep elusive.
Most of you, my un-followers know this means I may tend to ramble a bit or blog around in circles. This is okay. This gets it off my chest (no pun intended) and out of my thought process.
In church today we heard about healing. About one, who we are in Christ and we were asked what does that mean. What is HAPPENING in our lives if we know who we are in Christ and who Christ is in our life. Something then must be happening. Are we laying hands on the sick and they are being healed? Are we raising the dead to life? (all in Jesus name of course) I was given the opportunity to give my testimony. See if you have known me from the beginning if you've followed my story, I went from stage 4 Breast Cancer to NO EVIDENCE of DISEASE. There is no cancer in my body. I have been healed. I am a walking miracle. This past surgery has been for reconstruction and for the doctors to replace what they removed.
Tonight, my thought process raises the question, if I believe (and I BELIEVE!!) I have been healed, then my whole body should fall into the alignment of being healed. There should be no "side effects" from the disease, hurt, addiction, pain, suffering right? Furthermore, God doesn't do things half way right? Did heal the blind man's one eye, or the man with leprosy only 1/2 his body. God does things to the fullest. We should receive to the fullest. I shouldn't be afraid of being healed. In fact if I woke up in the morning with completely full breast, with no trace of disease...a COMPLETE healing. a little shocked, yeah, probably. But what a rocking miracle. God did it all.Same God from 2000 years ago who raised Jesus from the dead. Same Jesus who raised Lazarus from the dead. This is what I want. I want miracles in my life and I don't want any fear about them. I don't any worry about what a freak of nature that would be. I would CLAIM my Jesus Freak nature and Give Him the glory. Okay my thoughts for the night. Know that I am praying for you tonight my friends and I love you, love me, love you,love me.

Rhonda

11.15.15 Still here

Still here. Still a survivor, still a fighter. But I don't feel like a fighter. I am in pain.
    Let's recap shall we? I decided some time ago that I wanted to have reconstruction. I wanted breasts back. I thought of myself as completely happy with what I had (or didn't have). Basically my chest was two scars with mounds of fat/ tissue/ muscle around them. I loved them. I felt beautiful. Nothing really about them said ugly to me. I decided that, long ago, when they had to be taken, I would love my body.I would love my scars. But I knew at some point I would want reconstruction, for reasons I choose not to disclose.
   A month ago I went into to see a surgeon, he called my oncologist who gave the go ahead. This is huge, because, it meant, I am going to live, it meant the doctor's believed I am going to live long enough to need/ want/ appreciate breasts. Next step, talk to a plastic surgeon. The different procedures were talked about and I knew what I wanted, the surgeon agreed. A date was set for my first surgery.
   Let's say that I hate surgery, I don't mind the aftercare at the hospital, but I hate going in. I was ready for this one and my surgeon was ready for me. (Lots of anxiety meds beforehand).
   Fast forward to tonight. It's been 10 days since my surgery. I was sent home all set. Nothing extraordinary. Tolerate foods, okay on pain meds, doing all right. Now comes the hard part. Being at home, in bed. No lifting, no cooking, cleaning, and no carpooling. WHAT? That's been the deal breaker for me. I love, I mean LOVE to drive my kids to school, pick them up, basketball practice, woman's Bible Study. I send anywhere from 10-24 hours a week in my van. And I love it. I get to chat or not chat with the kids. I can listen to music, or a book. I pray, it's my away time. Don't get me wrong, there are times when I don't like to head out, but for the most part since the beginning of my diagnosis, I love being in the crazy minivan. It gives me purpose.
   So now, stuck in bed. Hate it. I hate not seeing my kids in the morning, or after school. I hate not cooking for them (funny cause I distinctly recall hating to cook at times).
   10 days later. I still have my drains in. Drains. a plastic bulb thingy the size of a tennis ball. Clear oval shaped, looooong tube attached. (Note: gross part coming up...) Tube goes into a HOLE in the side of my chest, under my arm. Tube in SEWN into skin with thread around tube. Bump the tube, PAIN. Bump the hole, PAIN. Slightly pull on the tube or the bulb, PAIN. I have two of these stinkers one on each side of me. I HATE them. In fact, I'm pretty sure, I had Bill pull the last one early, I was in so much pain.
    I'm a side sleeper, not with these babies. So tonight as I am trying to figure a way to minimize the pain, without medication (sedation is more what I'm thinking). I look down. Two perfectly even lengths of medical tape covering a beautifully flat chest. She's got scratches and old scar marks. The skin is recognizably darker where the radiation took place, but she is a beauty. Even, symmetrical and beautiful. So when I rest my head in a few moments, I will smile, I may even shed a few tears, so very thankful for life and beauty and the ability to still be here...Love you, love me, love you, love me.

8.11.15 Hard times and Tuesday Soup

I'm going to start with Tuesday Soup. Years ago my sisters and I came up with Tuesday Soup. We would get together and have soup on Tuesdays. I'm not sure how or why we picked Tuesdays, but to this day, when I think of menus I think Tuesday Soup. I would make a huge pot of soup, invite some friends, chat and eat soup. I could share and let go for a few minutes. I could let my fellow sisters help to carry my burdens. When I moved to Anchorage, I reconnected with friends and Tuesday Soup. The thing about this huge pot of soup is that it would last until dinner and thus I had the afternoon to unload my challenging times.
After my diagnosis, when I couldn't get out of the house, I put all of my effort into "Cupcake Tuesdays". I've shared that there were more than a few Tuesdays, when my little family would have cupcakes for dinner. The tradition still continues as far as Cupcakes for dinner. Cupcake Tuesday/ Tuesday Soup, for me it's been about sharing my beaten path with those I love and letting go to let God move in my life. I've decided I will continue Tuesday Soup this winter. Won't you join me?
Love you, love me, love you, love me.

8.6.15 Over Extending

I have learned, or am learning this day, about over-extending myself. Hi, my name is Rhonda, I have issues saying "no".
    For those who know me really well, already know this. They also know that I love children. I love surrounding myself with kids, my kids, my nieces and nephews, neighborhood kids, kids on TV.                Children bring life, joy and a new perspective to issues, and challenges to life. A perspective, a light and energy I am strengthened by when I see things their way. When I am with kids, I like to ask questions and see how they SEE things. There are times when I overwhelm myself with this strength though. I say "yes" to every neighborhood kid, to every kid I come across, then I have no strength to my mission field. My first mission field. My family.
      I have to remember that when we put what God has called us to do, FIRST, everything else will fall into place. We will gain strength, a new perspective, a LIGHT and an ENERGY, to complete or not complete what we want.
     Okay, I am sure there is more on this, but I know I will have other days and new challenges!

     A treatment update. My CT came back clear. NED. No Evidence of Disease. THANK YOU LORD!

6.7.15 Hope for someone

I really hope I can bring hope for someone. There are times, when blogging is so difficult for me. I feel like I'm taking all the focus and attention and I don't want to have that. I want others to know, how it is I am able to do all that I can. How I'm able to breathe each day in and out and not give up, not slow down, not to let discouragement overcome me. I am blessed, I am overcome by the Blood of the Lamb and the Word of my testimony. My testimony. I have struggled in the past with wanting, feeling that I need control of situations. God gently reminds me that HE is in control and I am the passenger. It also helps if I am the willing passenger.
     Today's message in church, HE is MORE. GOD YOU ARE ______________! You are more than enough and I don't need to try and be in control. I don't need to hold back because YOU are the only one who really matters in my life, God. You rise me in the morning, you ease me to sleep at night. You are more than I could ever do or be. You created this earth, the birds who sing, the grass that grows and you love me, more than I even love myself. God I give you control, complete control. I won't allow worry or doubt to creep in. I will remember that emotions are temporary, but you in my life God, I want forever. Guide me and lead me. If it's this blog to give hope to someone, I will release control and give to you God. I love you and want you to be in, around and through my life, so that others may see YOUR good works and GLORIFY you in heaven! I love you LORD!
      Please LORD, be with my church family this week and in the weeks to come. AMEN!

Love you, love me, love you, love me!

6.2.15 What will it be?

She blogs... she blogs!
Sorry I haven't been on here in awhile folks. Busy? Maybe. Let me check my past facebook updates. I had a few downer days. My last homeboy (oncologist) appt was last week. My pet ct came back with something on my chest, probably cerranoma tissue from scars and on my throat, probably from thyroid. Sheesh. And this is all good. Because there is a reasonable answer. And it all makes sense. So then I had a crazy couple of days before the homeboy appointment and the night before and the morning of, just complete nausea, panic attacks (2) almost in tears. I took meds the night before, then once at the clinic. I wasn't clear to start my infusion of Herceptin and told to take a break from the Lapatinib. Done and done. Then this week (yesterday) I had a different sort of panic a kind of mental downer. Things kinda just catching up with me. But with a ton of prayers and HUGE support from the hubby I made it into the infusion room and got the Herceptin (WITHOUT premeds)! This is huge. Pre-meds for me can include anti-anxious, tylenol, benedryl, and anti-nausea. So proud of that!
     In the home front, I had the 7 year old crying when I left. Which, well no mom likes to leave a crying one behind... or DO THEY? I am so very proud of the two older ones who I know are capable of helping out. Today actually marks the second day of getting chores done. I dunno if it's just cause it's treatment week or what, but they seem to do better this week than any other.
     We have yet to set out camping yet, maybe tomorrow in the back yard. HMMMMM That's a thought!
      My challenges have not changed from what they were a few weeks ago. I still have yet to finish that quilt. I think I am crazy scared it's going to come out looking crazy.
     Funny thing about quilts, we can only see a part and the pieces, we're like this will NEVER go together...HOW WILL THIS GO TOGETHER?  And as you cut and piece and piece (and cut) and sew, they slowly take shape and form and in the end, even if the pieces didn't go together, they go together. I've taken to watching Married at first sight. A "reality" show about couples who are placed together after taking an in-depth questionnaire. They actually have a ceremony and go through 6 weeks of married life. Then in the end decide if they want to get married or divorce. It's interesting to see if they will go together (they'll NEVER make it, HOW WILL THEY MAKE IT TOGETHER?) And somehow they do. Taking into consideration it is TELEVISION. There is a guy there holding a camera over them. But still interesting.
     When two lives come together, they have all these hopes, dreams, love. Little pieces of this big quilt yet to be put together.
    When you start something big in life, recovery, treatment, marriage, having kids, graduating, even working out to be healthy. You are given a few pieces and you slowly put together. Even if you lay the pieces out, you still don't know fully what you are going to get. You just have the FAITH, that it's going to get there somehow and it will fit together. I am blessed, blessed that this encourages me to finish the quilt, I have BIG plans for it, once it's finished and you'll be there my friends. You'll see, keep on, logging on to find out WHAT and HOW it will make it TOGETHER, we'll get there, I promise... Love you, love me, love you, love me.

5.17.15~~ Pineapple Upside Down Cake

Today is a Vlog. In honor of my mothers. Enjoy!

5.9.15 Falling...

So here we are on the weekend, and I am finding time to write.
      I feel like I have to clarify, the other day, E's class had a Mother's Day Tea, sigh. I couldn't take the van, still out of commission, more on that later. I knew I had, HAD to make it to this Tea, she had been talking about it for WEEKS. So, I called Bill, had an alternative and called someone else for a ride, no go. I ended up riding my bike, and actually in all honesty, I had wanted to try and ride my bike to the school. I wanted to see if I could do it. And I did. 5 miles round trip. I had moments of struggle and fear (I felt like I wanted to throw up before I even LEFT the house!) but I did it! How completely proud I am, of where I'm at, of how far I've come. All because I am TRUSTING who I am and where I'm at. God has brought me this far. I say that, because I couldn't have done this on my own.
     Now then, Thursday, a break. I just wanted to take the day off, take it easy.
   

Not this most flattering photo, but A REAL one, for the person I AM! :)

     Friday~~ When we moved to Anchorage, I started taking Saturday mornings to myself. I would get up early and head out for coffee and garage sales. I came to this one house, a young adult and his mom where there. He was selling outdoor gear. A pair of rollerblades and all the padding caught my eye. I asked how much and he suggested like $25.00. I walked away with them and a dipnet for $25.00. I kinda feel bad now thinking back on it. Anyhow so Friday, I'm thinking about these rollerblades and decide, I'm going to DO THIS. And I DID. Albeit, I had E and her little friend on either side of me. I was FREAKED OUT. I couldn't even figure out how to stand, let alone...ROLL on these crazy things. Here I am all padded down, knees, elbows, wrists, and HEAD. We make it over to the mailbox (down the street and around the corner). E starts to rush and I lose my balance. I had a split second where I thought, "Ah, wait, I can keep myself up! Erg, why? I have padding. I will trust." I hit the ground knees then hands. Nothing. No jolt, no shock, no pain. I have to say, after that fall, I feel so much better. I don't nearly have the fear, because now I know. I know what it's like to fall, It's not that bad and I am still ALIVE. Ah. And here I am. I have lived to tell about it!
     Is there an area of your life where you have been afraid to fall? Are you afraid of falling now? Did you put your knee pads on? Do you have support there to help you if you fall? (I ended up crawling the last three feet to the mailbox and pulling myself up) Have you already fallen and feel like this is the end? NO WAY BUDDY, YOU STILL HAVE TO GET YOUR MAIL AND GO HOME, NO OTHER OPTIONS.
     Be blessed my friends, love you, love me, love you, love me.

5.6.15 A Challenge Indeed

Well. It's been quite a week! It's been a whole week! I have realized weekends are a challenge to blog. I just want to spend time with the kids and Bill! Bill has Fridays off and that is our date day. We usually head out after the kids head to school. Grocery shopping, Bill paying, breakfast, coffee at home, just being together. Like I said I like to have laundry done by Thursday (or at least caught up), which I did last week, the baskets full of clothes never made it out of the laundry room. I honestly don't mind. Laundry was HONESTLY one of the most missed things during the rough chemo. I notice I still keep up with the dishes lately. :) Okay. Okay.
   We had E's birthday on Sunday and had family and our Pastor, his wife and kids over for a little bbq. It was so nice. Tons of food! I can't believe how much I got done on Saturday and Sunday, other than a little nausea, I did fine. My new normal. Monday, I missed an ECHO, so reminder to self to schedule one. Tuesday doctor appt and chemo. PET scan showed something on my thyroid glands, but doesn't look like it's related to chemo and treatment. Also my scars/ seroma from mastectomy showing up, same as before, blech. I asked my oncologist if they could just cut me open and dig around. He laughed and said, "Not at this point". So for me at this point, I'm not worried or concerned. I feel really good, and homeboy (oncologist) said I look terrific and my coloring is really good.
    Socially, I'm coming out of my shell again. I'm not sure why I was hiding for so long. I think I've been afraid of hurting others. Or boring them to... tears. I hung out with a fellow survivor/ cancer thriver before my PET scan. Then before treatment I hung out with my cousin. Today I stopped by a neighbor's and caught up with her. All of those little visits along with the birthday party, WOW, little social butterfly I am!
     Physically I haven't lost any weight, but I am very conscience of what I am eating. I didn't take any naps last week, didn't sleep in this weekend and rode my bike with E over to the park on Monday. About a mile away? Almost a mile? Then today E had a Mother's Day Tea in her class. The van is still out of commission (key didn't work) and I wanted to ride my bike, I wanted to challenge myself to see if I could do it. I DID IT! 5 miles round trip! C-R-A-Z-Y! So happy am I!
     So tonight since I didn't do a to do and tada list... My tip for friends, if riding your bike this Spring or even later in the summer, wear light gloves!  It will keep them from drying out and keep your hands young! :)

4.30.15 Morning/ Evening

10:23 AM Whew! I have a few things I really want to get done today, so this might be kind of short! I've already spent a little too much time on facebook this morning. Or it could be I'm almost done with my second cup a java. Our van has been out of commission for about a week. The key finally went bad (it's one of those key fob things) and I was finally able to order a new key this morning. W asked for cinnamon rolls for snack. -___- It's also Thursday which means I like to get most of the laundry completed (sans the teenagers stuff, they know how to use the washer and hey, if you want to go to school with wrinkly clothes, well there are worst things in life). I also like to make sure the fridge is cleaned out for weekend grocery shopping and the bill calendar is updated from the bills. Plus today is the last day of the month, so I need to look at the month ahead, and lastly, treatment Monday. Weekends before treatment are my best physically and most challenging mentally. I feel things changing though, I'm embracing the fact that these treatments are nearly as taxing on my body and therefore I can release that in my mind. I can do ALL things!

To Do:
Laundry:
Dishes: DONE! (already!)
Paperwork: update!
Computer: Print calendars, Set up printer to laptop
Quilt: finish sewing pieces
Dinner: chicken, sweet and sour crockpot (this one I'm going to try and wing it, no pun intended)

Okay, love you all! Love you, love me, love you, love me!

I had a doozy of an afternoon and here it is 8PM and I'm ready for bed! Even with caffeine this morning and a short walk this afternoon, I was STILL TIRED/ SLEEPY almost all day. I managed to keep away from the dreaded (yes, dreaded) nap. I did the cinnamon rolls, (they came out kinda hard, so next week I will try a different recipe). I didn't get any laundry done, so I'll throw a load in after I log off. I got dinner done, cleaned out the fridge of leftovers and *barely* got the bills into the calendar for next month. Whew! I did get a call for a PET/BONE scan tomorrow, so no carbs until then. Okay I'm already thinking of a to-do for tomorrow, blech. But I knew this wasn't going to be easy. A challenge. Love you, love me, love you, love me.

4.29.15 Morning/ Evening

10:25AM:Is it still morning? lol :) The McAnulty's have visitors and I am blessed to have some conversation this morning! To Do's for today...

Dishes: 1 load
Laundry: 1 load, kids towels!
Walk
Bake: Peach something or another, gotta get rid of these canned peaches
Call/ Text:
Dinner: Shepard's Pie
Computer: Print out to do list, :)
Craft: lay out quilt/ beadwork

Wow! That's a lot. Most of it, routines to continue. Prayers and Blessings, we GOT this!

Love you, love me, love you, love me.


8:56PM~~
Dishes done
Laundry done
Walk: uhm no
Bake: Peach Cobbler baby!
Dinner: Meat Love
Computer: No
Craft: Quilt laid out, started sewing! :)

A great day.
For those wondering, I'm posting my to do and tada lists as a motivation that I am moving on from laying in this stinkin' bed and moving. For now I'm going to take this one day at a time and not worry about over/ under doing it. We will see if this works! I did do this at one time years ago when the older kiddos where younger and I was working. Lots of love to all of you. I will be posting some recipes here too hopefully!

Love you, love me, love you, love me!

4.28.15 Evening

This is my chance! My first evening post! I kinda have to hurry, I took my sleeping pill and if it hasn't kicked in, it's going to! Note: I take it and have to be laying down, ready to sleep. Ah well.
     So today was a good day, an eventful day. I had lots of goals and got quite a bit done. Didn't get any craft work done, but eh. Spent a little too much time on facebook and watched one too many episodes of "The Next Food Network Star". In my reality, who cares, I mean I care right now who will win, but will I care a year, five years from now? Eh. I didn't walk today, but I did get to spend a few minutes outside on the deck, enjoying the sunshine. I made chocolate chip cookies for the kids. They enjoyed that. I remember once in the last few years, praying I would be able to be in my kitchen, baking for my kids. And I was today! Every night, I catch myself wondering, will tomorrow be a "Sleep-All-Day" day? I have those. I will sleep until 10AM be up for a few hours then crash again until 5 and force myself to stay up until 9 or 10 then back to sleep. I can't seem to figure out if it's a form of depression or side effects or what! Ah well, prayers then I guess. I started reading through the Bible a year ago and got off track around April 21st (that's where the book mark was anyway). I picked back up a few days ago and am all caught up, so it'll be Through the Bible in two years. I'm a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to saying I'm going to do something, and trying to follow through. Thus all of my 1/2 finished crafts, I KNOW I WILL FINISH THEM! When I was going through the really tough chemo, I flew through my projects. My reason? I thought, I don't want someone else to have to finish these if I pass on. Truely. That was my thinking. Not that morbid, I'm going to die, just I better get this done. Then I started thinking about all of the people who have helped and I want to give them something I created with my own hands. Then I got off track by starting new Christmas projects. Afters Christmas that year, I never went back to my 1/2 projects. Ha. Just putting this in black in white, gives me motivation to finish them and post pictures. Okay I have to end this. I need a good ending line, should I just stick with Love you, love me, love you, love me?

Hi: Cleaned our "family room/ den/ laundry room"
Lo: My beadwork is still waiting
Mama: Baked cookies for my kids
Wife: I got an extra kiss and I'm so proud of you from Bill. (Acts of Service a clean house for him)
Me:I read my Bible!

4.28.15 It's the First Day...

Hello my friends and family! I tend to over think things, hmmm. This blog is my new leaf. I'm tired of the Diagnosis thing. been there, done that. I will post here the ups and downs of my day and hope to be REAL and HONEST. I will commit to this!
     When I say the ups and downs of my day, I want to post my struggles and triumphs of the day. I will share tips I learn and generally how I make each day my new journey, living NO EVIDENCE of DISEASE!

OK! Follow me on this very honest (new) journey! Please comment and leave questions below! Onward my fellow... friends?