goodbye pick line:)

Oh Happy Day...

                                             Today I went to I.V therapy for my last iron i.v

and to get out my pick line.

(cartwheel) (woo hoo)

Mama is getting her groove back.

I thought it was pretty special to

have Kathy there with me,

Since she has seen me through this.

I feel pretty brave posting this picture..

I am already forgetting about the miracle

of life, and worrying about how to loose

all this weighed I gained when they 

starved me for 6 weeks.

Sad.

I take a minute and remember that I

don't...  I won't let myself forget what

really matters.

Things like the joy I feel when I see this 

picture of kathy by my side.  The love

that has healed me, and the tender mercies.

The patient in the room next to me at

the huntsman center was not so lucky.

I overheard the Doctor come and and

tell him to enjoy what time he had left

because it wouldn't be very long.

Sometimes miracles come

and sometimes they don't.

I don't know the rhyme or reason behind

his plan.  But I know one thing for sure.

He has a plan for each of us.

I have thought a lot about how I have

been blessed to have an "illness" for a trial,

people know what to do when your sick,

dinners, cards, visits...flowers, prayers

and fasting...and trips to the temple...

But it's the other trials that break my heart,

the trials that cause silent suffering,

and painful game faces on the outside

when your dying inside.

I have had both.  I think women need a code

word for when they are having the silent trials...

like code blue or something.

Just a flag to raise without an explanation

that will say...

I need your prayers,

I need your faith,

I need your love.

Just raise your flag...

and I will be there.

~Always~