In a holding pattern...

So tomorrow morning was suppose to be my surgery day...because of government shutdown, I was postponed to November 4th. I really didn't even want to share when my new date is because it might change again. I am in a holding pattern. -Noun:1. a traffic pattern for aircraft at a specified location (holding point) where they are ordered to remain until permitted to land or proceed. 2. a state or period in which no progress or change is made or planned. So I am basically number 2. It was hard to go into work and tell my boss and the gal who does all the schedules {for the interpreters (terps), signing aides (that's me) and the kids to make everything run smooth}, that I was not going to be out as planned. BUT...please put everyone on a holding pattern for me..UUUUGGGGG! MANY years ago I used to love to be spontaneous and hate-ed being held to a schedule. As time went on, being a mother, I came to live by it, as if it were the only way to function. It makes it easier to plan when to have a panic attack...Lets see..it is 2:00 in the afternoon... NOPE... Don't have time for a panic attack, kids have sports and I am bringing the snacks. So needless to say, this Holding Pattern has really put me in a funk. I am trying to plan out my days now. Lucky for me, I have been put on a committee with a few women and we are in charge of putting together a special day for the women at church to come together to do crafts and have classes, to socialize and better themselves. This has kept my brain busy with coming up with craft ideas and making them easy for the basic crafter to do. I am also using this time to cook like crazy to get stuff in the freezer that I know my family will eat. The big problem is I really have no idea how long I will really be down. A co-worker had the same surgery and told me I would feel better in about 2 weeks but take 6 weeks to really regain my strength. My doctor has taken me off work for almost 3 months after surgery. I am told this is the most painful surgery even worse than open heart. That's not scary at all!?!?! I have so many people praying for me and encouraging me. I am blessed!!!! SO..we continue in our holding pattern...

I'm Not the only one!

A friend told me a bit ago about a young woman fighting Carcinoid Cancer, same as myself. My first thought was," But research says that only one in a million get Carcinoid Cancer and I am that one." Only to find out, no...I'm not the only one. This brings so many different feelings to the surface. One, I never want anyone to have to go through Cancer. Then, I am so Thankful to have someone else in the same fight to share what they have learned to help guide me. Janis has shared her experience of Breast Cancer with me. Now I have Janelle Smith Connell to share with me her story of Carcinoid Cancer.(janellesfight.blogspot.com) I am finding out that everyone I meet has a story. Everyone is going through something. Today I had lunch with a friend that is learning to be a single mom. She is learning to BE. Another friend lost two of her daughters in a tragic accident two years ago...All these women are taking on their trials and are sharing with me, to help me to be strong. I didn't mean for this to be a sappy entry, BLAH! I am THANKFUL for the strength of others that help me daily. I am Blessed!

Just who am I married to?

I have an amazing husband. When I first met him, he worked at a lumber yard. He said he had done some building of stick frame houses with his Dad growing up. So, I had married a lumber yard worker. Not long after we married, he and his Dad decided to build Log Homes together. Now he was a construction worker. During the years he got his own contractors license. This is a great title to say, he can do electrical, plumbing, drywall, painting, roofing, cement, OH and he also is a Heavy Machine Operator. WO! He is a logger! He is a landscaper! He is a hunter and a fisherman. He can cook, clean, do laundry and even sew. (He has been known to even do cross stich!) Log Homes have not been in demand for the past several years, so he became a Property Management Maintenance Man! With the help of a dear friend, he was able to check off his "To Do" list, to become a Airplane Pilot. This has led him on a unexpected journey this last weekend. Through TONS of learning, studies, and practice, he is now (after 3 LONG written test and a grueling 11 hour oral and practical test)a Certified/Licensed Airframe and Power-plant Mechanic. (That means he can fix planes!) With this long list of accomplishments, he is also a hard worker, a father, a brother, a friend, a church going man, a priesthood holder, HE is my sweetheart! I am blessed!