I have often admired the blogs of others, always thinking one day I would create one of my own. Since I am out of work on disability I thought this might be the best time to get started. What a fun way to express concerns, complaints, experiences and to just "vent". This may be a step towards a better sense of sanity....well, time will tell. I gave my blog this name due to the amount of times I have heard people say it to me, this saying at times has its calming qualities and other times I just want to smack whomever is telling me in an ever so condensending matter to basically "deal with it!". You may think I have a huge chip on my shoulder, and I might, but over the past 7 1/2 years my family has been through its share of hardship and grief. Let me give you a quick synopsis so I don't bore you to tears. Of course I feel this overview is necessary so you can understand some of my future blogs.
December 2nd 2003, One day following the celebration of my 40th birthday my husband had his prostate removed since it was determined in August of '03 that he had prostate cancer. He came through it wonderfully and is now being treated with "girl hormones" , Lupron, to keep the cancer, which apparently has spread, at bay.
February 22, 2006, My 15 year old 6'5" son collapsed at the Indio fair during what was supposed to be his first FFA event. Ultimately, and through much prayer he survived a lemon sized cancerous brain tumor which was removed. He had only a 1% chance of survival that night, we sat stunned waiting over 11 days to see if he would wake up. (Many future blogs to follow will showcase his amazing survival)
August 2007, My Mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, it was only stage 1 and she is doing well following treatment.
October 2007, My daughter was taken to the hospital with what they determined to be a severe migraine, luckily her boyfriend saw more and called me refusing to take her home. She was having stroke symptoms (mind you my daughter was only 23 years old), slurred speak, weakness in left arm, severe headache...after some yelling and screaming they did further tests and determined she had a blood clot of significant size in her brain...YIKES! She was treated and is on blood thinners now doing pretty well.
December 31, 2007, My 46 year old police officer brother died suddenly and unexpectedly from a massive heart attack. This was a huge blow to our family because he was my only sibling and one of the kids favorite people on the planet.
August 2010, My now 20 year old son was told his brain cancer has returned, he is currently taking chemotherapy, and having MRI's every other month to track the death of this cancerous monster...so far so good.
I know this is a stinky, negative post, but it is a good way for me to get started and to set a little background. If I come across tainted and bitter somedays I am sorry, I will try to be up and optimistic and share some great and wonderful things too...
