Saturday, March 19, 2016

Playing for our Lunch




The Ouachita Strummers will be performing at the West Ouachita Senior Center next Wednesday at 11:00 for the center's luncheon. 

Maybe we will get of picture of our group then!

Owls


Owls

I learned how to make these cute critters at the last retreat I attended.
They are Christmas-turned-Valentine's Day gifts for some owl loving friends.

While I was working on them, someone asked what do you call a group of owls?

A discussion ensued of birds and their "flock" names.
Finally someone came up with the theory,
"Owls don't fly in groups, so they are just owls."

***
That sounds lonely...
I am glad I belong to a swarm of quilting bees!

Find Your Crown!

My colostomy developed a hernia, Herman, last year.  Herman grew big enough to make me walk leaning forward.  I had an idea!  I asked my well past childbearing age friends if they knew of a maternity shop in town.  Simultaneously they said, "If the Crown Fits." 







I easily found the boutique at 222 Bell Lane in West Monroe, LA. and purchased a "crown" that fit Herman perfectly.


The crown being a Mom-EZ maternity support belt.  It was perfect because it not only kept my hernia from drooping but it also supported my back so I could stand upright.

                                                           





Sunday, February 3, 2013

The Braid


I never intended to be an old lady with long hair.  

I kept telling everyone I was really "burned-out" and wanted to quit my job.
They just kept saying, "You can't."
Really I could not afford to, but I did.
I could not afford the toll the stress was taking on me any more.
I had worked as a church bookkeeper for the last 10 years.
I planned to take a month off  before beginning my new job search.
For all the overtime and volunteer work I had done,
I thought I deserved a break.

Exactly after a month is when I first went to the E.R.

Now I believe the pre-cancer had worn me down so I could
not tolerate any more stress 
and that the stress in turn wore me down
allowing the dysplasia to grow.

My hair had been shoulder length and was growing.
I got an odd job or two and planned to go to the beauty salon 
after I got a good paycheck.
That also did not happen as planned.
So I then decided I would let it grow long.




When it got long enough I would style it
in the manner that my grandmother Mary
always wore her hair.
She was German. 
Her hair was always braided 
and pinned up on the top of her head
like a headband.

My grandmother was always quiet.  
We would sit beside each other holding hands and smiling.
She had a gentle heart and soft hands.
After her husband died
she raised their 9 children 
by herself.





O.K., so I didn't do such a good job.  
My braids kept slipping off my head 
when I tried to hold my head up 
to look straight into the camera.
Anyway...this is my salute to my german heritage.

The next day I went to JC Penny's salon.
My hairdresser was compassionate and thoughtful.
When I told her to cut my hair really short,
she wisely said, "I'm going to give you a "do".  
You don't need a drastic cut.
Besides, it's cold outside.  A bob will keep your head warm."
Then she layed her hands on my head and prayed
that I would not lose my hair from chemotherapy.

I promised her I would return when I need a 
new haircut for my next new job.



 Instead of  getting depressed,
 I left the salon feeling
pretty and uplifted.





A friend had asked if I planned on giving my hair
to the Locks of Love organization.
I did not think they would want old woman, gray hair.
Upon research, 
I learned gray is good.
They can sell the gray hair!

 ***

The card is the poem
"What Cancer Cannot Do"
that I shared with you on a previous post.
I typed out a copy & hung it on my door
 to read every time I enter my room.



Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Still Waiting

I'm waiting on being approved by Medicaid so I can actually receive treatments.  
I really wanted to get started this week.
However it has turned out to be cold and icy, so I'm glad I didn't.

I'm glad the trees froze or I never would have noticed Bigfoot in my backyard!






Monday, January 14, 2013

Diagnosis

Last Thursday I was officially diagnosed with stage 2 Cervical Cancer.  
I will have to undergo chemo/radiation & possibly another operation .  I waited by the phone all day Friday on a call from one doctor who will tell me which city I'll be living in for the next few months while I have my treatments....I'm still waiting.  My objective today...finish up some quilting projects...until the phone rings.

Between quilting and finally storing Christmas decorations I have been reading about chemo & how to prepare for what it is going to do to my body.

The following link is the story of Joshua, a young man in Australia, who had testicular cancer.
He is honest & uplifting:
http://www.thecancerstory.com/p/about-cancer-story.html


***



What Cancer Cannot Do

Cancer is so limited…
It cannot corrode Faith,
It cannot shatter Hope,
It cannot cripple Love,
It cannot destroy Peace,
It cannot kill Friendship,
It cannot suppress Memories,
It cannot silence Courage,
It cannot conquer the Spirit,
It cannot invade the Soul,
It cannot steal Eternal Life.


Monday, December 10, 2012

The Never-Ending Quilt



I thought this was going to be a fast, easy quilt.

Two years later...

The Cathedral Window has shrunk from
a queen size quilt to a center patch of 9 sections
that will be surrounded by HUGE borders.

The goal was to have it finished by dad's birthday....
then Thanksgiving,
then the first cold day
which turned out to be today.

I may resort to my sister's old Christmas tactic:
put all the pieces in a box,
wrap it in pretty paper,
slap a big bow on top
and tag it with the note
"a Do It Yourself project"!
With Love
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