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Behind The Wheel #1-Band of Brothers

Some of you may or may not know I drive for a rideshare company in my free time. It’s fun money, and since I work from home, it gets me out where I can meet people face to face. I meet lots of interesting people, and hear lots of interesting stories. Some funny, some serious and some that really make an impression on me. I swear my car is better than a beauty shop. Sometimes a rider will get in, and by the time we’ve reached their destination, they’ve told me their whole life story, asked my advice or just needed someone to listen.  I’m glad that people feel comfortable enough to share their lives with me, even if only for 10, 20 or 30 minutes.  Some stories impact me so much, I’ve decided to share them with you. I will never reveal their names, or where they came from or went to. But there are lessons to be learned in every part of life, at least I think so.  I hope you can take something helpful away from these stories or some of them bring a smile to your face!Not that long ago I f…

Go ahead, take the picture!

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People sometimes ask me when I developed a love of photography, or when I started taking pictures.  I can't tell you. Not because I don't want to, but because I don't know, honestly.  I've always love pictures, taking them and looking at them. My first very vivid memories are of my Dad using his little box camera, and how he would stand and look down into the viewfinder. I loved that "pose".  And I loved what it captured. And I can't even tell you how it made me feel when he actually let ME do it. He would stand behind me and help me hold it steady, and I got to press the shutter down. I didn't know all the workings of the camera, and how or why it did the things it did, it didn't matter. I only knew that something great would come out of it. And the wait for the film to be sent off, developed and sent back to us was always torturous.  To this day, pressing down that shutter still gives me butterflies and excitement. 
I read a blog from a mom once …

Sister Act

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My sister was here this past week. Finally, from Colorado. I saw her Thanksgiving 2017, and then I hadn't seen her since February of this year. She came to visit just before I was hospitalized and a couple of the days I felt so bad I was forced to stay home and in the bed. And while I am sad I didn't get to adventure with her those days, almost better is the fact that she and my daughter spent those days together. They filled their water flasks at random gas stations (because as my sister says, "water is free!"), went to the beach, hunted sharks teeth, hunted shells, climbed a lighthouse, ate Mexican food, laughed and probably cried too, and just spent time loving on each other. My adult daughter has an amazing bond with my sister. A relationship I've prayed for.  Because my sister loves her like ,e.. But better. She's a caregiver at heart, and couldn't love my own daughter more if she had borne her herself.  And now, she loves my granddaughter, her great…

MS BS

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So, maybe they make you wait so long to give you a "definitive" diagnosis, so you have time to get used to the fact you have it. The neurologists told me prior to being discharged that only time, and how much of the sensation in my left side returned would confirm my diagnosis and the type of MS I might have. But they wrote it in my chart. All of it. Transverse Myelitis. Left Sided Numbness. Neuropathic Pain. and MS. Fast forward from my discharge to my follow-up in the MS clinic, where I saw a colleague of the doctors who not only saw me inpatient, but also diagnosed me. He says he doesn't think I have MS, he's not concerned with the old lesions on my brain, but very concerned with the active one on my spine. He wants me to see the neuro-immunologist here in Charleston (like the only one in SC, and apparently the MS expert), and his soonest opening is early October. WTF?!??!?!  My appointment has since been moved to early August due to a cancellation. Meanwhile, he…

Mothers

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I was going to make some long profound Mother's Day blog post, but honestly I don't think it's necessary. I will say that in my 56 years of being blessed on this earth, I have seen the very best.


My own mom-who showed me who God is, and who loved everyone unconditionally, even when we didn't deserve it.




My sister-who has shown me what a Godly sister is-she is not just a sister, but also a best friend.








A dear friend who sacrificed her heart so her sweet baby could have the very best life possible. An act so unselfish that it brings me to tears every time I remember seeing them together.



And my own daughter. I don't know where she learned it from, but when she needed it most, God led her to be the MOST amazing mother to her critically ill baby boy. A baby so sick sometimes it was hour to hour, but then also he had good days, where he smiled and started cooing ever so slightly.  A mom who had her heart ripped out when her baby boy did as she gave him permission to do,…

Turkey trimmings and cemeteries~

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This post was originally drafted the month after my mom passed away. I just found it in my drafts folder. The feelings are all still very real and present~



My mother passed away on November 6th, 2017, after a long battle with Alzheimer's disease. We opted to celebrate her life in her home state of Georgia the weekend of Thanksgiving that year. Which was a blessing because I got to see all of my family. But then you have the whole memorial service and burial thing. I made some observations from those days-good, bad, funny -be it what may~

1. The Atlanta airport is a complete cluster of bad drivers, anxious travelers and cops the week of Thanksgiving. I could go the rest of my life without that experience again.
2. Even if I had just seen my sweet adult daughter in August, I was SO glad to see her smiling face hop in my car again at the airport-Thank you Delta for getting her safely from Hawaii to GA for us!! Being with her NEVER gets old!


3. Time flies even when you aren't alw…

All I wanted was a bra~

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The week Harper passed away, on about Thursday, I decided to take a few hours for myself because I needed to buy a new bra to go with a blouse I was wearing to his memorial. I work from home, so I pretty much live in sports bras, but I just needed something new and this was the thing I chose. I went to the outlet mall to one of my favorite women's stores where the sales assistant came over and asked me have I ever properly been fitted for a bra and I said no. So she proceeded to pull out her measuring tape, turned it sideways, put it around me. She measured under my arms and all of this stuff, and then came up with the size that she thought would fit me. It didn't, so I told her I wanted to look around for a little bit and she said okay.  Now, in my head, what I heard was, "I'd like to look around a little bit but maybe you can check with me later to see if there's anything else I need". I guess in her head she heard "I don't need your help. Leave …