Sarah Speaks It

As a follow up to the last post about my mother's cancer journey, she is doing great.  I've said from the start that she had been touched by God in this situation and she truly has.  Her follow up PET scan revealed that while the cancer isnt gone, she has substantially improved. Now, I don't know what exactly that means except that she's getting better. Isn't that all that matters? She has to compelete two more chemo traetments and then have another scan and treatment will be discussed at that point. This is really the best case scenario, again! God is good, ALL THE TIME!!!!

What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.  But what if it does kill you? Where do the people that love you find their strength? In January, my mom started acting very different.  Her speech was slurred, she was slow to respond, she had visibly lost weight and something was just off. My sister and I finally talked her into going to the hospital, for fear that she had a stroke. She failed the touch your finger to your nose test miserably.  They ran a multitude of tests before admitting her to the hospital.  Turns out she had low potassium and extremely low magnesium. They treated her for that and dehydration while still running tests. She had CT scans, MRI's, x rays, and lots of blood work. Eventually two doctors entered the room to discuss the CT scan results. They discovered a mass in her right lung. Immediately my heart skipped a beat. I grabbed my moms hand and just squeezed it so she knew I was there. Where do you we go from here? They referred us to an oncologist, Dr. T.

I read a quote this morning that ignited something in my soul.  It read: When you take things for granted, the things you are granted are taken. Whoa!  How deep is that statement?  It made me think about the small things in life that we consistently take for granted and neglect. More and more in today's society we seem to feel entitled.  The truth is that nothing is owed to us and that we should be eternally grateful for the wonderful things that seeming fall into our laps.   It's important to focus on the small things in life.  We need to be thankful for our blessings.  I still wake up and thank God for another day because it truly is a blessing. Our families are often taken for granted.  Yes, our spouses and children seem to know just which buttons to press to throw a wrench in the plans but what would life be like without them? Daily, my children give me a new reason to smile and admire them.  They are brillantly resilent in this crazy world. My spouse, although a little pic

Disclaimer: this is not going to be an easy post to read and it was harder to live and write. It is, however, a step towards me healing. On Tuesday afternoon, I received  a call from my mother. I instinctively knew something was wrong. I was with a customer, but called her back as soon as I could. My father had been taken to the emergency room. My heart dropped. In February, my dad revealed that he had been diagnosed with bladder cancer. At the time, he said he had 3-6 months. This was bad, but he sought no treatment and basically shut us out. So we checked on him, we tried to change his mind, we cherished the times we spent together. I finally got him to agree to go the hospital, but when I showed up he bailed on me. This was now October.  I had honestly given up. You can't help a person who doesn't want to be helped right? And then on November 10th my phone rings. And little did I know, my world was about to be changed. I get to the hospital and I'm the first of m

So I've been encouraged to start writing again. For some reason, it just seems so hard. It like all of these emotions are cascading out of me and I'm seriously not ok with it. Not yet.  I've never run from my emotions, but I feel like if I face them now I may just crumble. There is simply too much going on for me to crumble. Interesting enough, writing will also be very healing for me.  It's how I remain strong without boiling over. And so, I'm going to give it a go. The healing has to start somewhere.