Maybe What She Said Was…

… three posts a month. Yeah! That’s it!

I’ve been awake since about 5:00 am this morning. On a Saturday. Tossing and turning and alternately imagining my interview with Robin Roberts on Good Morning America when my book hits the best seller’s list and picturing how I want to set up my sitting room as an office. I finally decided to just get up and do something productive. Instead I’m writing a post. About what, I’m not sure. We’ll just see where it goes.

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Do you remember Kristi, the young mother I wrote about last month? Well wait ’til you hear! She was discharged from the hospital to rehab a couple of weeks ago and she is getting to go home today. I forget what the statistics are, but for her to have survived this trauma is incredible. That she’s getting to go home already is nothing short of a miracle. And it’s no wonder. The outpouring of love has been amazing. And I know God has been (and continues to be) bombarded by prayers on her behalf and His hand has been so evident in her progress. He’s really cool that way.

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I have always considered myself a low-stress kind of gal. I have great blood pressure, things that upset other people don’t typically phase me, I’m able to let things roll right off my back. I used to have this great philosophy: If it’s not life or death then it’s not worth worrying over. Apparently my body disagrees with me. These last few weeks have been somewhat stressful and the hidden anxiety has finally caught up with me. Hello thrush and hives, my own personal chemo-gift. It’s been over five stinkin’ years, but I guess it’s the gift that just keeps on giving. The hives are strange because they didn’t actually start until after my reconstruction, but it was finally decided (and when I say “decided” I mean after biopsy upon biopsy they couldn’t think of anything else) that it was an autoimmune reaction, most likely initiated by those harsh chemicals that ravaged my body. Just like the thrush. So this weekend is super low-key and I think I’m going to like it!

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The first weekend in April was our First Annual Women’s Retreat, co-planned by yours truly. Michele, Becky and I had been working on this for nearly a year and it finally came to fruition. Since it was the first one we had no idea what to expect. Would it bomb? Would the women enjoy it? What it was was awesome! Except for the part when one of our speakers, Diane, made me dress like a hooker. Though the look on the other speaker’s face (Terri) was priceless and while I’m glad there were no cameras taking pictures I would have loved to get a shot of her expression.

Please let me put this in context for you. The theme was the story of the Woman at the Well. She was a Samaritan (a people despised by the Jews) who had had five husbands and was shacking up with a guy. She was a pariah and no self-respecting Jew would have anything to do with her. Except Jesus did. He took the time to chat with her and he didn’t judge her, he just loved her. Oh, don’t get me wrong. He didn’t say that her lifestyle was fine and acceptable. But he didn’t berate her or humiliate her or snub her… He just loved her.

So I was sort of a modern day woman at the well. I did get a pair of fabulous shoes out of the skit, though! Of course, I have nowhere to wear them and can hardly walk in them. After wearing nothing but Chucks and flats it’s hard to walk in major heals!

Anyway, the retreat was a resounding success and before the end of that weekend Becky, Michele and I were already making our plans for next year. Yet another thing God worked his magic on.

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Yesterday was a beautiful day. I had to go to the grocery store, but I was itching to take Precious out and get some pictures. So we took a detour through rolling hills and quaint towns, looking for something that captured my fancy. I had the sunroof open and my iPod playing and we just went for a ride. I saw a lot of beautiful things that would have made great photos, but it would have required too much work on my part and I wasn’t dressed for hiking. So I ended up at Valley Forge and took pictures of some cannons. That’s all. Just two cannons.

The mini-road trip was nice, though. The grocery shopping? Not so much.

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Hmmm… It appears as though my 5:00 wake up call is starting to catch up with me. My eyes just did that rolly thing so I think I’ll bring this extremely random post to a close and succumb. And if my new goal is three posts a month I only have one more to go in the next 15 days. Surely I can do that!