Again here we are in 99 on another trip organized by my husband. He took us to Yosemite to see the waterfall, do you see a theme here. :-) I was wearing that awful hat to keep my wig on my head, the winds were so bad they would have lifted it right off of me. This was a wonderful trip and a welcomed relief from all the treatments.
This photo was taken way back in 1999 while I was in treatment for stage 4 breast cancer. I was so swollen from all the meds and so sick. My husband had taken us all camping to get away from all the illness. He wanted me to see the waterfall behind me, but it had been a hike that had nearly been impossible for me. My guy would not take no for an answer, he wanted me to move and challenge myself. He gently encouraged me knowing that my love for him would make me try. I did and I cried most of the way. It was torture, but torture done in love. He was right, he was pushing me to live and to fight to live which I now do rather naturally.
These are my two grandson's, they are two very important reason's I monitor my health and strive to keep the beast at bay@
Today was such a lovely one. Because of the little bit of snow that came down overnight, Owen didn't have school, so he and Andrew and I had all day to just play and revel in each other's company. Can't think of anything better!
We all bundled up and went out to brave the elements. I parked Andrew in his little chair on the deck, and Owen and I went to work on a very teensy snowman. The snow was very packable, but unfortunately there just wasn't that much of it. We scraped the deck and the table and packed that snow into our best rendition of Frosty, which Owen topped with a plastic baseball for a head. Then we stuck sticks in each side for arms. He was kind of cute, if unusual.
This is my story of 2008, an emotional rollercoaster year. The year started off OK. I was working on my research project to complete my Master's degree. There were the usual concerns about the health of my 82-year-old mother, which began to rapidly decline in early spring. In April, my 16-year-old daughter was driving my mother's car and was side-swiped. It wasn't her fault but the car was totaled. A month later my 22-year-old son was rear-ended, no one was injured and the car was repairable. I did graduate that month with a Master of Science in Health Sciences degree which I had been working on for 6 years. (I also have a Bachelor of Science in Nursing and am an RN). The next month (June) brought another car accident (again, no injuries and not our fault). My son's fiance's car was hit. They then informed us that she was 20 weeks pregnant (baby was OK too).
This is a picture of me and my first grandchild, Braedon, born 10-24-08. 2 weeks after my chemo was discontinued due to chemo toxicity. Even though it doesn't look like it, I was feeling very nauseated, weak and fatigued at the time this photo was taken. I had to go to visit him in a wheelchair. I call this photo, "Who has more hair, Grandma or Braedon", Braedon wins!