The Wind in My Hair

A couple of weekends ago Scott and I were in St. George for the blessing of his niece's daughter.  While walking through the hall in the church, two little girls approached me.  One looked up and said "why is your hair so short?"  DANG!  Just when I was starting to feel a little less like a cancer patient~ 

People have been emailing and texting me for an updated photo shoot of my hair.   Apparently, according to a 7 year old, my hair is still very short.   However, I did get excited the other night when I was able to put my sunglasses under my hair. HOORAY!! 

Then just a few days ago....  Scott teased me a little that I had some "bedhead" going on when I got up.  My hair was STICKING UP in several places!!  WAHOOO!!

Add to all that the fact that I could FEEL the wind blowing through my hair the other night.  I can't express what a THRILL that was!!  I could FEEL my hair being blown.

Small things ... in a hectic life
    But BIG things to me ... in my recovering life!

Part of my recovery is having FUN again!! 

 And speaking of fun.....

My awesome friend, Angie, gave me her concert tickets to Bon Jovi.  She was sick and wouldn't be able to go.  Sad for her .......  But  W A H O O  for me!!  I've had a "crush" on JON since the 80's!

Jon Bon Jovi LIVE on stage

Scott and I at the concert

Oh YEA - Tickets and a Shirt!!!

R O C K  O N !

AU CONTRAIRE!

Some days really get me thinking.  Over the past 8 months I've been involved in several conversations where someone has stated that I was "given cancer because you could handle it". 

 AU CONTRAIRE!!

 

The assumption that some people are making is that God gave me cancer.  I do not believe that I was "given" cancer whether as a "gift" or because I could "handle it", from God.

I do believe our bodies are subject to the effects of environment and genetics.  Some of us get crappy diseases because our bodies are fallible.  Some of our bodies fight better than others because of our genetic makeup - some bodies struggle.  It's more the "luck of the draw" then "given".  

Personally, I don't believe that GOD gave me something painful or difficult because I could handle it.  I don't believe GOD pointed His finger at me and said "Jeri will handle abandonment issues - let her be adopted".  Or, "Jeri can handle a gut-wrenching - brokenhearted experience so let her experience divorce."  Ohh ohh.. wait... Jeri still can handle more... "Give her cancer just because......she can handle it and someone has to have it!"

The God I love, my Heavenly Father, is a loving Father.  He hurts when His children hurt, as I hurt for mine.  He suffers when His children struggle as I do when my children struggle. He wants us to succeed and be happy as I want my children to succeed and be happy.  He is the example of a true and loving Father.  He would not "give" me cancer. The issue is more that God allows life to happen to us, and the key is how we respond to those events.   Yes, there are lessons to be learned from each experience - that is why He is always close by - to hear our struggles, pains and sorrows.  To comfort.  That is my God, my Father in Heaven, that I love.

 

 

FOOB Follies

F O O B 

 Citation [Def. 2]. (n.d.)  Fake Boob
 

Once again I had the pleasure (tongue in cheek) of hearing the words that my left "FOOB" has an infection.

S E R I O U S L Y ? ? ?

My doctor's first word to me today, when he saw me was... "WHOA".  NOT a good sign.  A sonogram was performed.  Thankfully no fluid.  NOW what?! 

More antibiotics.  I just finished a "Z pac" for my sinus yuck.  Doc did mention that sometimes sinus infections can trigger infections elsewhere  aka the FOOB.  

It sounds like once this mess is cleaned up there will be at least one additional surgery added to my list of "things to do this spring".  So instead of one surgery there will be two - possibly three.  <BIG SIGH>

I'm hoping for some immediate relief.  I am currently experiencing a lot of pain in my left arm and, of course, my left FOOB.  I'm hoping NOT to cancel another trip.  (This time - Vegas to visit my brother and sister.)  All fingers and functional toes are crossed.

And to think I thought once the NASTY CHEMO was done

I'd be in the CLEAR.

ha!

"The Best Laid Schemes of Mice and Men!!"

 (Robert Burns  1786)