Which really does sound kind of gross. I can't help but think of those little black nasties with that word. Here I am not know where to even start... well after a brief look at my blog there is just too much for one post, especially after so long. Wouldn't want to put anyone in to an overdose coma now would we. And considering the lack of followers I have that shouldn't be a problem. Here goes...
In March I was married to my wonderful husband, Bryant. It has been such an amazing journey so far and I'm glad we have all eternity to spend together! What else is new, I chopped all my hair off and it grew back, I've only had to get stitches once since my last blog post. Don't know if this is new but I found out that I am Celiac.. which deserves its own horrible wallowing pitiful post. I've been through more jobs and T.V. series addictions than I can count. I've fallen in love with the delicious goodness we call Boba. My parents were divorced, followed by my mother being remarried. I know have 11 Nieces and nephews, mostly nephews, but all of which I adore. My sister Kristen and I now have a REAL sister relationship which has been more of a blessing than I can even say.
Now that all those ramblings are out I can get to the good stuff. Okay not really but here is what is on my mind. My Momma Kathy (Mother-In-Law) ((http://multiplemyelomahigh.wordpress.com/2012/11/01/my-new-reason-for-a-piggy-bank/)) has a rare a rare cancer known as Mulitple Myeloma. She was diagnosed in 2008 (I believe). She was given four months to live. My husband was headed on a mission, his sister was just barely into high school, and the two young ones were 8 & 5 (begin water works). She was a strong healthy woman who was the one up on the ladder fixing the fan, or underneath the car changing the oil. Isn't it crazy how one simple thing can change our lives? It has been about five years that she has lived. Except that now they are out of treatment options. The inevitable has finally found us all, but I'm not ready to let go. I first met my sweet Momma K in August 2012. Bryant and I had just begun dating and I took the terrifying walk up the stairs to her bedroom. My goodness... I knew she was sick, I knew meeting his mom was something I would eventually have to do if I continued to date him, but how in the world do you prepare for something when you don't even know what you are needing to be prepared for? As it turns out it went great. She was nice and kind and still to this day she tells me how beautiful I am and how glad she is to have me in her family. I learned to love her. I brought her sodas, and said hi to her. These simple things taught me so much. She was so happy for something so small, and it made me even happier to do it. She has shared so much of her life and struggles with me and I know that I needed her in my life. She has had struggles that most of us can't even imagine trying to bear. And yet she still smiles a way as though there isn't a care in the world. A smile so sweet that I am attempting my hand at poetry once again and only for her. So now I'm running out of steam and I shall pick up at another unknown future date. Hopefully sooner now that I have a real computer!! Hazzah
Never stop dreaming.
