Tuesday, February 24, 2009
A young teacher friend of mine is getting married soon. I thanked her for inviting us because I try to look for little bits of happiness.
My husband is home this week and that makes me happy, too. To be held in his arms is the ultimate. I'm safe.
My dear friend, Maria (it's ok to use her name since so many of us are named "Maria" :-),
is always here for me to encourage and give hope. I thank her so much. I would be so lost without you.
I visited with my sister this last weekend. I hugged her and told her I wanted to give her some of my strength. I wish I could.
Happiness can be elusive.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Today I stayed home from work because I wasn't feeling well, plus the doctor told me I should. I don't like missing work because there is so much to do, plus it disrupts my students' pace of learning. But I am glad I stayed home. I cleaned my stove :-).
I called my sister to tell her I was sick, but getting better so I can go see her this weekend. We were laughing so much -- it was like the old days when she would kid me about not taking care of myself. "Wash your hands!" "I know, I know..." but I still get sick. I miss her laughter, I miss her getting after me for little things.
Good news though, she is not as nauseas and she's feeling better -- stronger. God bless her.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
When I look at reality, however, I recall the doctor's talk with us and with her. With this in mind, we live in constant sadness -- a sadness that will be with us forever.
Thank you friends for being there for us -- I know that sometimes I depend on you too much for questions, comments, and a shoulder to lean on -- but you have helped us so much already.
All we want is to be happy with our sister -- again.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
After work today, I went to see my sister. She looks better every day and she continues to get stronger, but the chemo leaves her so nauseas. I want her to eat a little more, but she can't.
She tells me to go home and spend time with my son. I ask her if she would like me to stay the night, but she says, "Oh no, you need to go home." My heart is sad as I walk down the hallway. What else can I do for her?
I'm so tired. Please pray for her.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Do you remember when we used to slide down that curving "fire escape" slide at that old Minidoka school?
Do you remember that I learned how to ride a two wheeler using the Luis' bike? Boy, did I get hurt when I fell straight down -- darn boy's bike!
Do you remember the dog named "Poochie?" and his owner, that little girl with the cowboy boots? We thought she called her dog "Fuchi!" Oh, we would laugh - do you remember?
Today you had your second surgery in less than six weeks. I'm so sorry you're going through so much pain. But your gratefulness showed through and helped us to also see the good in all this. We love you.