I'm Radioactive

I love my husband. I don't know if I mentioned that before, but I do. He tends to be a bit of a smart ass. I know people are shocked by this but it is true. It's one of those love/hate traits. So after I got home from the hospital for my bone scam he asked me when I would start to glow in the dark and what my super powers would be. It's his way of breaking tension. It worked.

I got kind of nervous when we had to go into a special room for the injection. There were metal walls and heavy glass enclosures. There were signs that said "Do NOT Touch With Bare Hands." Those little yellow toxic signs were everywhere. The meds were held in a metal army ammo box!!! Now I am used to shots and all, the plastic syringe, needle blah blah. This was one of those old fashioned metal and glass things.  I was waiting for a mad Nazi era German scientists to come out with a white lab coat, gloved hands and a gas mask. But there was no old Dr. Just a tech who gave me an injection and told me to come back in three hours after it had soaked into my bones. AWESOME !!!

The scan itself is was 45 minutes of laying on a bed that rolls back and forth. Pose this way, do that. hold still. Done.

Now I have to wait for the results. But I get those back Tuesday. Its a possibility that its a tiny fracture. Or some other small crap. But if this doesn't figure it out then they want to do an MRI. I don't know about you but I don't have the money for an MRI. I want desperately for my foot to be better.  I miss my walks with Becky.  I want to run another 5k. I want to go running in the woods.  But I don't want to screw my foot up so bad I will be cripple.

So instead of Zumba I have been doing yoga at Fitchic Academy. Love it. I feel so good when I am done. it is just what the Dr ordered.  Kinda. But I am good. Results on Tuesday, yoga Tuesday night. Doubt there will be yoga Thursday, seeing that it is a holiday.

So now a prayers and off to dinner.

Dear God,  Thank You for today. Thank You for loving me and guiding me. I am a firm believer that when one door closes a window opens. Thank You for opening that window. In Your name I pray. Amen

I Relay for...

I relay for my Grandma Kelly who lost her fight against the disease on February 27th 2013. I relay for my Aunt Di, her caregiver. I relay for my father-in-law, my grandpa and my daughters grandpa. I relay for Shirley, the pastors wife, who has survived breast cancer. I relay for my mother-in-law and my sisters-in-law and my dad and my aunt, who have all lost someone to this disease. I relay for my kids and my husband so they may never hear the words cancer.

Relay is so much more than walking a track. It's more that donations and fundraising.  It's not someone standing in their pain. Its a community of compassion and understanding . It's someone who has been there and can help you and hold you up. I hugged people whose pain I can comprehend. I listened to survivors share their stories and I cried with those who lost.

It was amazing to see my friend and a new friend stand together as survivors and be shown survivors who have made it 10, 20, 30 and even 37 years. There is hope. Have faith. Believe.

I love Relay For Life. I love all that it does. All that it means. I love meeting people and hearing their stories. But I look forward to a day when we no longer have to relay. When we can get together and celebrate birthdays without moments of silence for those lost.

I relay because its what God wants me to do and who am I to argue with God.

Foot Fault

I hurt my foot. I hurt my foot the day before Easter. It still isn't better. I have been to the doctor. I have iced, elevated, wrapped and babied it. I got a shot in the top of my foot and for a few days it seemed to feel better. But it isn't and I am frustrated. Maybe not the best word. I am irritated, depressed blah freaking blah. I want to scream. Foot injuries are no joke. I can't seem to do shit. And that is what is going to end up sending me over the edge.

I swear a lot lately. I am cranky and I want nothing more than to beat the crap out of someone. The kids are on summer vacation and my daughter is off her meds. Guess who has thought about becoming an alcoholic?! I am deciding to find a healthy place to put that frustration. I have been back at the gym for a week or so now. I am also going to start taking zumba. ZUMBA! I just really like the way the word sounds. ZOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMBA! And in this corner, the work out with the Latin name that makes you shake your ass, welcome ZUMBA!!! It sounds like a little car or a vacuum cleaner. Zumba. Like an exotic fruit that someone suggested you try. Zumba.And yes I am going to be trying it.

In the past two weeks I have picked almost 40 pounds of strawberries. I am going tomorrow to pick more, but I don't think I am actually getting any for me. I think I am going to get some for my mom and call it a day. I need to make more jam. But that takes time and I am full of excuses. Ya know what screw that. Tomorrow night after ZUMBA I am going to make jam. Ha now I said it. Now I have to do it.

My son is at camp. I miss him like crazy. Wish me luck getting through the week. Tonight is night 2 and I am ready to drive up there and hug him and love him and kiss him and call him George. But I know that I can't. This is important. I know he is alright. But I miss ya Bud. Kisses

Well prayer and then bed.

Dear God, Thank You for today. Thank You for my amazing dad and my wonderful husband. Thank You for pushing me to get back here to this blog. I know you were leading me. I felt the gentle nudge. In Your name we pray. Amen