Tonight the family spent some time on our deck loving the Spring weather. DH and DS and I had enjoyed a grilled steak dinner while DD was on a date with her boyfriend. After she returned we laughed and talked and sang along with classic country songs. We also had a great chocolate chip cookie cake compliments of her boss for her birthday.
I had choir practice this morning and every once in a while when I do a lot of singing (Easter & Christmas) the TMJ pain flared up - darn it overuse! - and I had a pretty awful headache from the facial muscles spasming. I did take some medicine and rest it up and I think tomorrow will be okay.
As I do most mornings, I read some blogs. One friend just got out of the hospital with a miraculous recovery and I feel so blessed to read that news. But two young women that I have been praying for - one I do not know at all except through her blog and one is a friend of one of my students - are about to meet Jesus face to face as cancer has devastated their bodies and they need Him to alleviate their pain. I see my own daughter who has her own struggles, and is their age, and it tears my heart. I think of their mothers and how hard it would be to say goodbye.
In a little over a year my daughter will be leaving home to go to college. As difficult as that goodbye will be, I know it is a temporary goodbye. I will be able to call and text her. I realize that the goodbye for these mothers is also temporary as they both are believers, but their daughters will not be a phone call or text away. Other of my friends have lost children to death - and the pain they describe and the emptiness just seems unfathomable.
Tomorrow is a little bittersweet as I remember 25 years ago (on Good Friday) learning that my favorite aunt was going to die from her brain tumor. I remember driving her home in her car as a 17 year old and her leaning on me for balance that day. I remember that my mother drove my grandmother in my mom's car to tell her the news. It was a lot to take in. But it is a beautiful memory just between me and my aunt Ellen. I didn't have much to say but I remember buying her a little bunny at the Hardee's when I got her something to drink. She wasn't very verbal at the time and just said "Theodore" and I guess that was his name as that's what we called the bunny until she died. She also had an amazing faith that has taught me so much.
Twenty-five years - a life time ago. But sweet and I know she is in heaven with her family getting some sweet love from Jesus and leading the celebration. And I hope she's eating strawberries. I miss her! Happy Easter and may you all know the hope of eternal life in Jesus Christ.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Times are a changin'
My family is changing quite a bit. It's not recent or sudden - it's been a gradual process simply because they are growing up.
Next week my baby will be 14 years old. I can hardly believe it. He did something very adult this week and flew BY HIMSELF to Washington, DC to participate in a young leaders conference. He is learning so much there and showing so much maturity. Except - he is texting and calling his sister instead of his MOTHER while he is gone. HUMMMPHH. I really am very happy they have such a great relationship. And I'm glad he is so independent.
Now his sister is another thing. She will be a licensed driver within the month. Pray now, please. She will also be 17 at the end of this month. Yes, we delayed the driver's license thing. It was for the best and we all (especially those who share our roads) are okay with it. But now she wants a car. More changes for her: She has a steady boyfriend. He treats her like a princess which is good or her Daddy would fix that for her. We are looking at colleges.
More stuff at school is going on... more change... which I can't blog about now at the moment but be sure when I am free to type about it, you, my blogging audience will be sure to know. *looks intently* Hey, is there anyone out there anyway?
Oh and I got new hair again :) It was my coping mechanism while my baby was flying all by himself to Washington, DC. Okay - I know I said that already but I'm a mommy, okay?
Good - night!
Next week my baby will be 14 years old. I can hardly believe it. He did something very adult this week and flew BY HIMSELF to Washington, DC to participate in a young leaders conference. He is learning so much there and showing so much maturity. Except - he is texting and calling his sister instead of his MOTHER while he is gone. HUMMMPHH. I really am very happy they have such a great relationship. And I'm glad he is so independent.
Now his sister is another thing. She will be a licensed driver within the month. Pray now, please. She will also be 17 at the end of this month. Yes, we delayed the driver's license thing. It was for the best and we all (especially those who share our roads) are okay with it. But now she wants a car. More changes for her: She has a steady boyfriend. He treats her like a princess which is good or her Daddy would fix that for her. We are looking at colleges.
More stuff at school is going on... more change... which I can't blog about now at the moment but be sure when I am free to type about it, you, my blogging audience will be sure to know. *looks intently* Hey, is there anyone out there anyway?
Oh and I got new hair again :) It was my coping mechanism while my baby was flying all by himself to Washington, DC. Okay - I know I said that already but I'm a mommy, okay?
Good - night!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
To my new and old readers
Wow. I sure did take a long break.
Thank you to the three total strangers who made comments on that last post. I found it most encouraging to continue writing, although I mainly write for myself and my own mental health. Your comments were like salve to my soul - so thank you and I hope you were blessed.
Tonight I do not feel particularly inspired to write but I promise it won't be another 4 months. I have a lot going on right now and I'll be sharing about it.
But today I made a pledge to return to the healthy lifestyle that helped me lose 50 pounds. Unfortunately in the last 6 months I have regained 15 of those pounds :p. This weeks goal: drink more water. Then next week: drink enough water. A little baby step at a time will be helpful.
Until next time.
Thank you to the three total strangers who made comments on that last post. I found it most encouraging to continue writing, although I mainly write for myself and my own mental health. Your comments were like salve to my soul - so thank you and I hope you were blessed.
Tonight I do not feel particularly inspired to write but I promise it won't be another 4 months. I have a lot going on right now and I'll be sharing about it.
But today I made a pledge to return to the healthy lifestyle that helped me lose 50 pounds. Unfortunately in the last 6 months I have regained 15 of those pounds :p. This weeks goal: drink more water. Then next week: drink enough water. A little baby step at a time will be helpful.
Until next time.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Five Years Ago Tonight
First an apology as this is going to be LONG.
At almost exactly this time 5 years ago tonight, I was sitting in Applebee's in Lawrenceville enjoying dinner with my family. I remember the booth and what I was eating. I was headed to a meeting at church, where I was to make a presentation about volunteerism in the church as it related to our annual Stewardship campaign. My cell phone rings and it is my sister. My heart stopped a beat as I instinctively knew why she was calling.
"You need to come to Augusta. Mama is in liver failure. Actually, everything is shutting down and she might not make it through the night."
I leave the restaurant to talk to her. "I'm headed to a meeting," I say. I can't believe I said those words, but I did. She said, "We need you to come tonight." I said I would, but needed to run home for a few things and I'd call her once I was on the road.
I head to the church to see the pastor and tell him why I can't stay - he understands. His father had died just 6 weeks before.
Usually, I play music on these drives. Not that night - that would just be too painful. Plus I don't feel well and have a cold. I pray the whole drive, "please don't leave before I get there." It felt surreal. It still does.
The whole year had been unreal for us. I had been very sick - diagnosed with the same chronic illness that my mother had neglected. The neglect turned her into a diabetic heart patient, wheelchair bound and in chronic pain and depressed. She had become unrecognizable as the lovable, fun, laughing, singing mother I once had. She was never a really easy person to live with - and now I know why - it was that blasted illness she ignored. Through a series of unfortunate events, the house my parents lived in was forclosed on as their landlord quit paying his mortgage, despite the fact they continued to pay their rent.
A rapid purchase of a house, an infection in a leg that would not heal, an amputation which was too late, and ultimately her death happened in a matter of months. The infection had been many months in the making.
When I got to the hospital after visiting hours, I found a warm welcome from a nurse who had been told I was coming. She had moved an extra sofa bed into Mama's room so my sister and I could stay. The doctor had approved us staying with her in her final hours. Natalie and I stayed up through the night when we found a M.A.S.H. marathon on the TV. It seemed appropriate. We used to watch M.A.S.H. with Mama as well as many old shows in the middle of the night. Mama never slept well.
We talked to her and told her it was okay to go, that her mama (my Big Mama) and brother and sister and daddy were waiting on her. She shook her head "no." I thought surely it was involuntary, but apparently she was still aware enough to respond to us. The next day her college roommate visited and held her hand and told stories on her - she also responded to those. I was amazed at her resolve to do this on her own terms. Probably the most stubborn person I've ever met.
During the day she began lifting both arms and then they would fall down. She had not been able to lift her arms in weeks, she was so weak. We made a connection - when music played, she lifted her arms. She directed choirs for most of her adult life - maybe she was directing? We won't know until we get to heaven I guess.
I got a hotel room across the street and decided to stay over there some during the day. On October 28th, we decided we all needed to leave the hospital and maybe that would help her relax about leaving us. So, after lunch, we came back and my cousin was there, singing hymns to her. Her arms were raising and dropping.
I was so tired. The nurse did a pulse-ox on her and showed me alone that it showed 0%. I knew exactly what it meant and went to the hall to get my Daddy. "Daddy, it's time." We gathered around her bed and watched her take her final breath. It was one of the most peaceful events I had ever witnessed. If you knew my mother, you would know she was NOT a peaceful person. Again, it was surreal. We began making calls and my sister and I went to the funeral home to make some decisions. Daddy & I had already gone and picked her urn for her cremains. He wanted one big enough to hold his as well, so we did that.
After a dinner of fried flounder (Mama's favorite) I went back to the hotel to try to sleep. I was amazed to be able to sleep at all, but God provided rest. The next day I was packing, getting ready to head to Vidalia, pondering all that had happened. I was remembering how unhappy she had been for about 5 years. She rarely laughed, had little sense of humor and never sang anymore. I wondered what she was doing, and then I heard laughter. HER LAUGHTER. I ran to the door and saw no one. In fact, the only car I saw was my own. I thanked the Lord for giving me a glimpse into what she was doing. I know she was and is filled with joy at being with her Savior and with her family.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this post, but my mother was the person in my life who had the most influence on me. Some was positive. Some was negative. But it all helped shape me. There are times when I get really angry at her because some of the negative is so hard to get over, but God has helped me to learn from her mistakes. Now, I make my own mistakes, but He's still working on those, too.
I'm not sure who reads my blog anymore - I write so seldom. But if you stuck through this, thank you. There's more to come over the next few days and weeks.
At almost exactly this time 5 years ago tonight, I was sitting in Applebee's in Lawrenceville enjoying dinner with my family. I remember the booth and what I was eating. I was headed to a meeting at church, where I was to make a presentation about volunteerism in the church as it related to our annual Stewardship campaign. My cell phone rings and it is my sister. My heart stopped a beat as I instinctively knew why she was calling.
"You need to come to Augusta. Mama is in liver failure. Actually, everything is shutting down and she might not make it through the night."
I leave the restaurant to talk to her. "I'm headed to a meeting," I say. I can't believe I said those words, but I did. She said, "We need you to come tonight." I said I would, but needed to run home for a few things and I'd call her once I was on the road.
I head to the church to see the pastor and tell him why I can't stay - he understands. His father had died just 6 weeks before.
Usually, I play music on these drives. Not that night - that would just be too painful. Plus I don't feel well and have a cold. I pray the whole drive, "please don't leave before I get there." It felt surreal. It still does.
The whole year had been unreal for us. I had been very sick - diagnosed with the same chronic illness that my mother had neglected. The neglect turned her into a diabetic heart patient, wheelchair bound and in chronic pain and depressed. She had become unrecognizable as the lovable, fun, laughing, singing mother I once had. She was never a really easy person to live with - and now I know why - it was that blasted illness she ignored. Through a series of unfortunate events, the house my parents lived in was forclosed on as their landlord quit paying his mortgage, despite the fact they continued to pay their rent.
A rapid purchase of a house, an infection in a leg that would not heal, an amputation which was too late, and ultimately her death happened in a matter of months. The infection had been many months in the making.
When I got to the hospital after visiting hours, I found a warm welcome from a nurse who had been told I was coming. She had moved an extra sofa bed into Mama's room so my sister and I could stay. The doctor had approved us staying with her in her final hours. Natalie and I stayed up through the night when we found a M.A.S.H. marathon on the TV. It seemed appropriate. We used to watch M.A.S.H. with Mama as well as many old shows in the middle of the night. Mama never slept well.
We talked to her and told her it was okay to go, that her mama (my Big Mama) and brother and sister and daddy were waiting on her. She shook her head "no." I thought surely it was involuntary, but apparently she was still aware enough to respond to us. The next day her college roommate visited and held her hand and told stories on her - she also responded to those. I was amazed at her resolve to do this on her own terms. Probably the most stubborn person I've ever met.
During the day she began lifting both arms and then they would fall down. She had not been able to lift her arms in weeks, she was so weak. We made a connection - when music played, she lifted her arms. She directed choirs for most of her adult life - maybe she was directing? We won't know until we get to heaven I guess.
I got a hotel room across the street and decided to stay over there some during the day. On October 28th, we decided we all needed to leave the hospital and maybe that would help her relax about leaving us. So, after lunch, we came back and my cousin was there, singing hymns to her. Her arms were raising and dropping.
I was so tired. The nurse did a pulse-ox on her and showed me alone that it showed 0%. I knew exactly what it meant and went to the hall to get my Daddy. "Daddy, it's time." We gathered around her bed and watched her take her final breath. It was one of the most peaceful events I had ever witnessed. If you knew my mother, you would know she was NOT a peaceful person. Again, it was surreal. We began making calls and my sister and I went to the funeral home to make some decisions. Daddy & I had already gone and picked her urn for her cremains. He wanted one big enough to hold his as well, so we did that.
After a dinner of fried flounder (Mama's favorite) I went back to the hotel to try to sleep. I was amazed to be able to sleep at all, but God provided rest. The next day I was packing, getting ready to head to Vidalia, pondering all that had happened. I was remembering how unhappy she had been for about 5 years. She rarely laughed, had little sense of humor and never sang anymore. I wondered what she was doing, and then I heard laughter. HER LAUGHTER. I ran to the door and saw no one. In fact, the only car I saw was my own. I thanked the Lord for giving me a glimpse into what she was doing. I know she was and is filled with joy at being with her Savior and with her family.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this post, but my mother was the person in my life who had the most influence on me. Some was positive. Some was negative. But it all helped shape me. There are times when I get really angry at her because some of the negative is so hard to get over, but God has helped me to learn from her mistakes. Now, I make my own mistakes, but He's still working on those, too.
I'm not sure who reads my blog anymore - I write so seldom. But if you stuck through this, thank you. There's more to come over the next few days and weeks.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
FIFTY ONE!!!!!!!
Wow. After 55 weeks on weight watchers, I have lost 51 pounds. I still 30+ to go, but that decision will be made as I approach that goal. It has been one of the best and hardest things I have ever done.
It is good for me to go back and look at old pictures and see where I was. I am not happy with that woman I see from a year ago. I loved her and she was mostly happy. But she was not healthy and not being disciplined and self-controlled. But I do not dwell on that time. It is time to continue moving forward on this journey towards health. I still have a LOT to learn. I can do more for myself, but it is taking baby steps.
On another note, also health related, I'm not feeling so great.
The manufacturer of one of my thyroid meds changed the formulation by changing the fillers and thousands of patients on this thyroid medicine are becoming ill again. Fortunately, I am on two medications for my thyroid, so I don't have such severe effects, but this is the medication that completes the package for me and helps me focus mentally and gives me energy. I knew I needed a tweaking back in the spring and early summer because my voice is giving me problems, but then I got some of the "new" medicine and then crashed. Then got wired. Now I'm heading towards another crash.
What gets me is that this medication was reformulated and the manufacturer told NO ONE. It took patients calling and complaining for them to say, Oh, we just changed the composition of the fillers. Well, freaking yay. Look Mr. Manufacturer your brilliant decision is making people sick. Fiber and this med don't mix and messes with the absorption of it... they DOUBLED the cellulose. Yup. Fiber. GRRRR.
Okay I'm going to post a gratuitous after 51 pound picture now. Thanks for letting me vent and supporting me on this journey.
It is good for me to go back and look at old pictures and see where I was. I am not happy with that woman I see from a year ago. I loved her and she was mostly happy. But she was not healthy and not being disciplined and self-controlled. But I do not dwell on that time. It is time to continue moving forward on this journey towards health. I still have a LOT to learn. I can do more for myself, but it is taking baby steps.
On another note, also health related, I'm not feeling so great.
The manufacturer of one of my thyroid meds changed the formulation by changing the fillers and thousands of patients on this thyroid medicine are becoming ill again. Fortunately, I am on two medications for my thyroid, so I don't have such severe effects, but this is the medication that completes the package for me and helps me focus mentally and gives me energy. I knew I needed a tweaking back in the spring and early summer because my voice is giving me problems, but then I got some of the "new" medicine and then crashed. Then got wired. Now I'm heading towards another crash.
What gets me is that this medication was reformulated and the manufacturer told NO ONE. It took patients calling and complaining for them to say, Oh, we just changed the composition of the fillers. Well, freaking yay. Look Mr. Manufacturer your brilliant decision is making people sick. Fiber and this med don't mix and messes with the absorption of it... they DOUBLED the cellulose. Yup. Fiber. GRRRR.
Okay I'm going to post a gratuitous after 51 pound picture now. Thanks for letting me vent and supporting me on this journey.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Post campmeeting thoughts
I love campmeeting - outdoor church with the church family and dynamic speaking and inspiring music. I love it.
I love campmeeting food - fried chicken and corn pudding and cake and cookies and brownies and and and... But I didn't eat any of that. I had lean meat, green beans, salad, some great shredded zucchini with spinach thingie (oh so yummy) and the occasional brownie and ice cream (thanks Robin). Oh and I still lost 0.4 pounds :)
It was proof to me that one bite of things like corn pudding and hash brown casserole are enough for me to feel like I've had campmeeting food. Proof to me that I have learned how to eat healthy. Proof to me that God has given me more strength than I thought I had.
I still haven't reach my elusive 50 pounds lost. Only 2.2 pounds to go for that and then another 30 or so after that. I readjusted my loss time line and I'm really okay with it. It took me well over 2 years to gain all this week, so I believe getting to goal in 2 years is pretty wonderful. The fact is this: I am more healthy now than I have been in the last 10 years. My 16 year old daughter is proud of me - how awesome is that! My husband is proud of me - even more awesome. My 13 year old son is clueless .... HAHAHA. I'd like to think my Mama is applauding me in heaven and that I have inspired someone to care about their own health.
In 2 weeks I will celebrate (yes, celebrate) a year on this journey. I don't know how I will celebrate but I know it will include a manicure, no cake, and probably something delicious made with spinach :)
Life is good. I am blessed.
I love campmeeting food - fried chicken and corn pudding and cake and cookies and brownies and and and... But I didn't eat any of that. I had lean meat, green beans, salad, some great shredded zucchini with spinach thingie (oh so yummy) and the occasional brownie and ice cream (thanks Robin). Oh and I still lost 0.4 pounds :)
It was proof to me that one bite of things like corn pudding and hash brown casserole are enough for me to feel like I've had campmeeting food. Proof to me that I have learned how to eat healthy. Proof to me that God has given me more strength than I thought I had.
I still haven't reach my elusive 50 pounds lost. Only 2.2 pounds to go for that and then another 30 or so after that. I readjusted my loss time line and I'm really okay with it. It took me well over 2 years to gain all this week, so I believe getting to goal in 2 years is pretty wonderful. The fact is this: I am more healthy now than I have been in the last 10 years. My 16 year old daughter is proud of me - how awesome is that! My husband is proud of me - even more awesome. My 13 year old son is clueless .... HAHAHA. I'd like to think my Mama is applauding me in heaven and that I have inspired someone to care about their own health.
In 2 weeks I will celebrate (yes, celebrate) a year on this journey. I don't know how I will celebrate but I know it will include a manicure, no cake, and probably something delicious made with spinach :)
Life is good. I am blessed.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
What you've all been waiting for...
Now that I have your attention, I don't really have anything!!
Weight Watcher is going well and I have switched to the Simply Filling Technique, where I do not count points but focus on my satisfaction when I eat. Certain foods I do not have to count points for if they are fruits, veggies, lean protein and healthy oils. It is a very clean way to eat, with no processed foods, and I've been doing this for 2 weeks and it hasn't been hard.
I think I really needed to just shake things up a little.
My last picture was when I lost 45 pounds, and I haven't lost significantly more than that, but when I hit 50 I promise more pictures. I am anxious to be "finished" but I will never be able to go back to the way I used to be and eat. I would gain every pound back and more and I want so much to be healthy forever and to be the first generation to avoid the diabetes curse.
Weight Watcher is going well and I have switched to the Simply Filling Technique, where I do not count points but focus on my satisfaction when I eat. Certain foods I do not have to count points for if they are fruits, veggies, lean protein and healthy oils. It is a very clean way to eat, with no processed foods, and I've been doing this for 2 weeks and it hasn't been hard.
I think I really needed to just shake things up a little.
My last picture was when I lost 45 pounds, and I haven't lost significantly more than that, but when I hit 50 I promise more pictures. I am anxious to be "finished" but I will never be able to go back to the way I used to be and eat. I would gain every pound back and more and I want so much to be healthy forever and to be the first generation to avoid the diabetes curse.
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