OshKosh Trip

Got got out late, but we arrived safe and sound.

We had our traditional beginnings of the trip:

Aunt and Uncle had a bit of a problem, but Aunt and Steve got it taken care of!


Finally arrived at the little campground!  Pony Express in Marysville, Missouri.  We will be coming back.  Wonderful campground, great people!

Got all set up, cooked supper and rested.

We are all 4 together and we are still hooked up to our truck.  BIG thunder out there, storms coming through to haul the 100 degree temps out.  Looking forward to cooler air.  Gonna sleep good with the rain.  Night all.  ❤️

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WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2018

Here We Go Again

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2018Here We Go Again

Yep, here we go again.  6th unit of blood in a week.  😳

Honestly, I am just so weak and tired...  Hemoocrit is... I don’t remember... low enough for more blood... potassium bottomed out last night as well, started having awful muscle cramps...  of course I am severely anemic, have dozens of needle punctures - I look beat up.  I have been bedridden for over a week now so my strength is sapped.  🛌 

Ya’ll...  I am tired of swimming upstream, but I am still swimmin’.  🐠

Praying for answers and healing if it is God’s will.

Just continue to pray please. 

Have I said I love this man?  He continues to be my rock.  

Blooms in our Yard

Some things are just too good to not to share.

                                  
My daughter showed me years ago, even backs are pretty.


               

These make me smile.

Louisiana Has My Heart

   

 

I just saw this picture from Morgan City, where we used to live.  A tropical storm is bearing down on them.  I don’t miss that part of our lives there.  In fact, if it is possible, since Hurricane Andrew, It seems I have PTSD; I get anxious, even here living in Oklahoma, when a storm forms, and my worrying gets worse once it enters the gulf. 

We still have friends there, so even if we don’t talk regularly, we do when storms approach.  We care about them.  We left that life behind, but we didn’t forget the wonderful people, our dear friends and bayou life.

The decision to move from Louisiana was not taken lightly.  We had lived there 32 years.  We grew into adults there, had made it our home, raised our children there and had many very, dear friends.  But God has written our story.  He knew I needed to be in Oklahoma to get the correct diagnosis.  He put it into our hearts that moving here was a necessity.  We had no idea why then, but later realized God always looks out for us, we just have to listen.

Within 2 years of moving to Oklahoma, one Dr diagnosed me, another agreed to oversee me and make decisions I don’t know how to make about what is best for my health.  He made the perfect circumstances for Steve to retire, after my diagnosis, so he could be with me through my medical journey.  This isn’t an easy life.  I can’t get involved like I used to be, and we had moved far out in the country prior to my diagnosis.  We love it here, but it does get lonesome. 

The reality is that with my diagnosis, the less exposure to the public, the safer I am.  So, having left my cherished friends behind, starting life in the country, in another state, prior to my diagnosis leaves me missing those steadfast friends we left behind.  It has been difficult to make new friends here, but I do have one very dear friend and sewing buddy.  And thankfully Steve and I are best friends.  

I couldn’t walk this journey without those we left behind and those we have gained.  I couldn’t do it without my Oklahoma medical team and not without my precious hubby. The strength I had gained prior to our move was forged by deep friendships and southern (soggy) roots.

And I certainly couldn’t be on this journey without God’s guidance.  He has never steered me wrong.


I took this picture last week if God’s promise.

Stay strong my southern buddies.  I love you.  And God loves you more.