Wordless Wednesday 11/15/17

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Wordless Wednesday 11/8/17

Daily Prompt [Neighbors]

I’ve lived in the same house my entire life, for which I count myself very blessed.

Our neighbors have changed quite a lot over the years though.

I have a sweet memory I would like to share:  When I was 6 years old, I had a friend named Ann who lived next door to me.  We were both the same age and pretty inseparable.

I remember sitting on my kitchen counter in my house and she would do the same in hers.  Since our kitchen windows faced each other we would talk to each other through them.

I loved doing that and love how these writing prompts can trigger long-lost memories. ❤

One week 

Tomorrow is 7 Day post op. I’m home from the hospital! Thankful and grateful for my healing. More soon. 

Never say never

I’m having surgery tomorrow.

You know, I swore that after my last surgery (the hysterectomy) that I would NEVER have another surgery.  Never ever.

And, yet here we are.

For the record, thankfully it’s not on my brain or my breasts.

It’s time to say goodbye to my gallbladder.

 

Catch you on the flip side friends!

Daily Prompt [Release]

I’m not a poet. I’m not a political blogger.  I’m not a writer or scholar.

I’m just a person trying to make sense of their life.  A life filled with brain tumors and Rare Diseases.  A life full of fear of the future, yet very thankful for the roof over my head today.

I’ve learned many things since diagnosis.  One of the main ones is as follows:

In order to embrace fully your future, you must release your past.

My hope is that we can all learn how to do this, before it’s too late.

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Daily Prompt [Express]

I don’t express myself well.  In fact, I never have.  Either written or verbal, it’s just a mess I struggle getting my thoughts out.

So, maybe you’re thinking, “Well, then why did you create this blog?”

In looking back over these 6 years I realize it was to give meaning and purpose to my voice; my life with 2 brain tumors and a Rare Disease called Cowden Syndrome.

I believe

Some of you may know I attend the  Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  It has been a huge part of my life for actually – most of it.  I have several generations of Pioneer Ancestors and am thankful and grateful to have that heritage in my life.

When I began this blog years ago, I did have faith and knowledge of our Savior and His role in my life.  It had been tested over the years, or granted, I had been tested.  Nothing on par with getting diagnosed with 2 brain tumors, but you get my drift.

Yet looking back, I truly didn’t understand anything.  I don’t feel I ever was truly mad at Heavenly Father once I got diagnosed, I just was pretty bleh about my life and everything that came with it.  I just didn’t care.  About anything.  Not anger just indifference. I didn’t care.  Period.

Fast forward through years of therapy, life, writing on this blog, etc. I am glad I can now ponder about that time in my life.  I am so happy with my decision to start this blog so that time of my life is documented in this small space on the Internet.  What I was thinking/doing/feeling/wanting/fearing at the moments of getting diagnosed with a brain tumor and subsequent Rare Disease of Cowden Syndrome are emotions I don’t like to recall often, but glad I can review them if I want to.

Every 6 months my church has General Conference, where the Leaders and Prophet counsel us.  It is quite a momentous event and I have been blessed enough to attend 2 (3?)  times in my life, once in the Tabernacle and once in the Conference Center (when it was dedicated!).  I attended church yesterday and I suppose this is why this is on my mind to write about.  I feel renewed that I have this faith and knowledge I can always rely on, it is always there for me, if I choose to embrace it.  I cannot ever deny what I know to be true.

Over the last few months I started this habit (I guess it’s a habit, although maybe a goal is a better word?) to choose a Conference talk to listen to each day.  There is no rhyme or reason to my choosing.  I open the app, scroll to a year (today’s was 2004) and then click.

Today’s Conference talk is Believe by Sister Dalton.

This is all coming full circle for me and I am grateful to see the connection.

It was just what I needed to hear today and I would like to share it with you.

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Do you have any daily habits or goals you work on achieving?

Daily Prompt [Fraud]

So weird.  I guess I have deep-rooted issues in my subconscious (duh, you think?)  Watch the evolution of this blog post… 🙂

Earlier I looked at these word prompt.  I was going to write something earlier today but then got distracted.  All day I kept thinking the word prompt was trauma.  It’s fraud.  How funny?  How odd.

As I am sitting here mulling around things in my mind, my first thought is how much of a fraud Brady is.  I mean, he says he loves Nicole but then look what he’s doing?  He can only play the nice guy for so long.

Ben was a fraud, too.

Actually, there are quite a few men in Salem who are frauds, come to think of it.

And, I’ve even known a guy myself who was a fraud and made me think we had a relationship. Yet, it was only an illusion.

This site defines fraud as: deceit, trickery.  An act of deceiving or misrepresenting.  

If I ever am blessed to get married or even have a relationship, how do I make sure he’s not a fraud?  Scary stuff.

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PS:  I love Days of Our Lives, in case that wasn't clear.  
PPS:  I have actually endured quite a bit of trauma.

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