tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53743305861015052502024-02-18T20:41:56.477-07:00surviving (and finding JOY!) amidst the trials of lifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-7846959625943952542014-04-21T00:03:00.004-06:002014-04-21T00:03:51.916-06:00And So It BeginsI've been wanting to share this for months (MONTHS!). But needed to wait until the time was right. You can go to <a href="http://www.wearemakingamiracle.blogspot.com/">www.wearemakingamiracle.blogspot.com</a> to read what I'm talking about.<br />
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CristiUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-11051009126188355002014-04-01T13:35:00.000-06:002014-04-02T13:44:01.953-06:00Why I'm staying away from Facebook todayI'm not usually on Facebook much anymore anyway. I prefer Instagram and am now back into blogging. BUT on April 1st, I avoid Facebook at all costs. And here is one of the main reasons why:<br />
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You know, I don't mind a good <i>prank </i>on April Fool's day. The kids in our neighborhood cut letter "E"s out of paper and then colored them brown and delivered them, calling them "brownies." (brown - E's) Now THAT is cute! They also put a sign on all the doors in the neighborhood saying "Garage Sale." Those things I don't mind. I think it's fun to wear your clothes backwards or put food coloring in the milk. I can appreciate anything that doesn't cause harm or pain or discomfort.<br />
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What I don't like are lies. I don't think that, just because it's April 1st, anyone should have "creative license" to tell a flat out and blatant lie. Lying is never okay. Even under the guise of "but it's just a joke." A lie is not a joke. A lie is a lie.<br />
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So all of those status updates on Facebook saying, "I'm engaged!" Or "I'm PREGNANT!" Those aren't funny. In fact, those can be (and usually are) really hurtful to people who are single and those struggling with infertility. <br />
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Just like the author in the article link I'm sharing said - the <i>fortunate</i> part is that people don't do this with the intent to hurt others. They're doing it because they honestly think it's funny. So I don't fault them for it. I don't blame them in their ignorance. But I think posts like this are immensely important just to make people more <b><i>aware</i></b>.<br />
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Now, don't think I'm an April Fool's Day scrooge! I'm not. I just ask that you are respectful and don't lie or cause harm on this day.<br />
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Okay - carry on with your harmless pranks … ;)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-49296941012759392942014-03-31T12:16:00.003-06:002014-03-31T12:16:23.685-06:00InfertilityIt's true that another one of the reasons I started blogging again was to share our journey through infertility. There are some pretty amazing things that are going to be happening in the coming months. We are still in the process of sharing everything with family members, so I will hold off on the blog posts for a bit. But just know that this is something I will be talking about quite a bit.<br />
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XOUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-88835245188064342102014-03-31T00:08:00.001-06:002014-03-31T00:12:30.501-06:00Our fifth Sunday third hour combined class today was on the topic of bullying. All of the youth and adults were invited to attend. It was a FANTASTIC meeting. I am a passionate proponent of USING THE INTERNET FOR GOOD! My favorite social media site is Instagram (<a href="http://www.instagram.com/hiyapapayamommy">www.instagram.com/hiyapapayamommy</a>). I love the community there and feel like it is a wonderful place where people uplift and inspire each other. But I also realized today that I can do more. This, coupled with what I wrote earlier tonight about my desire to be better at journaling, are what led me to take up blogging again.
One of the reasons I actually stopped blogging in the first place was because I experienced some cyber bullying a few years ago. I know this is a very real and very current topic - especially for youth.
This video was shown today in our class. It is powerful in its message and it brought me to tears. I left the meeting today, leaned over to Jeff and fist pumped the air and said, "I vow to be a CHAMPION OF KINDNESS!" I challenge each of you to not only be kind, but to be a CHAMPION of kindness as well. It's not enough to simply not be a bully. We need to be proactive in spreading love.
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Last night was the first ever General Women's Meeting (for all women and girls ages 8 and up) of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. What a beautiful and historic and POWERFUL experience! Previously the young women of the church (ages 12-18) would have a semi-annual meeting and the women 18 and over (known as the Relief Society) would have a semi-annual meeting as well. Now we are all united together and will meet twice a year. </div>
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Today Jeff taught our Sunday School lesson. It was about judgment. As we were reading through the material together last night, I was reminded just how grateful I am of the fact that the lord will be our judge - And that he will judge us according to (not only to what we do, but also) the desires of our hearts. this has always been an extremely comforting thought. And I was reminded of the time dallin h oaks came to our stake conference and something he said that resonated with me. I remembered that I had blogged about the experience (once upon a time when i was in to that thing) and i found the blog entry and jeff had me read it to the class today. i think it would be nice to share it here since i'm starting the blog process again anew. </h2>
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<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">In the Sunday morning session, he talked about writing down our promptings from the Spirit. He said that when we're doing things that we are asked to do (such as going to the temple, Sacrament meeting, Stake Conference, etc) - those are the times when we are susceptible to those promptings. He suggested that we write down our impressions because the things we hear during those times are tailored specifically to us as an individual. "Because it's not about what is said, but about what we hear."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">The reason I found this particularly interesting is because the night before, during the adult session, one topic that he spoke about stood out to me as though we were having a personal interview. It was like he was speaking these words to me one on one. And although he only touched on the subject for a few moments, the Spirit hit me so powerfully that I felt like the entire premise of his talk was built around it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then he said this: "If we desire, we are judged as if we had done so."</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">This hit me hard. Because lately, I've been feeling down on myself for my lack of ability to do many things because of my health issues and physical limitations. It's not that I don't have the DESIRE to do these things. It's that I literally CAN'T do them physically. Elder Oaks then went on to say (and this is the part when it felt like he speaking directly to me in answer to prayer), </span></span><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">There is a point in which desire fills in for lack of ability to do."</span></span></b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Wow. Really?! It was as though I had gone up to him, expressed my EXACT concerns and then had him answer the question JUST for me! And he continued "The Lord knows the intent of our heart and thus we can see that desire is immensely important."</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">He instructed us to pray for desire - that the Lord's counsel on the subject illustrates just how important it is.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">And the last thing he said on the topic was this: "We will be judged not by what we have done entirely, but by what we desire. For </span></span><b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">what we desire determines what we will become.</span></span></b><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">At that moment, I felt so much freedom! I felt a burden that I had been carrying around on my shoulders be lifted up immediately. I felt my Heavenly Father's love for me and I felt Him say, "It's enough. It's not mete for you to run faster than you have the strength."</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now - I want to be clear on one matter. I know that this doesn't simply mean that I can sit back and say, "Well, I have the desire, so I don't need to work at anything." Because I know that's not true. But at the time, I really did need to hear that I'm not going to fail or be judged for the fact that I can't have a baby or the fact that I'm in almost constant physical pain and can't do a number of things that I'd like to do. I have a righteous desire to be so good. And the Lord knows my heart. That is INCREDIBLY comforting.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm so incredibly thankful to my Father in Heaven for His tender mercies. For answers to prayers. For apostles and prophets that are on the earth today. And for our blessed opportunity to hear one of them speak this weekend.</span></span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-55547255064529756862014-03-30T23:19:00.002-06:002014-03-30T23:19:33.749-06:00Back to blogging<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">So I have decided to start blogging again. (Honestly, though? We'll see how long I'll REALLY keep it up!) Jeff and I were joking recently that "blogging is SO 2009!" ;) But there are some fairly significant things that are going to be happening and I realized last night, while Jeff and I were preparing for his Sunday School lesson, how important journaling is. And I was never better at journaling than when I was keeping a blog. So even if no one else ever reads this (and I don't really expect them to), at least it will keep ME accountable to document my personal family history better. </span><br />
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I am trying to figure out how to export all of the blog posts from the private personal blog I used to keep (it's been three years since I've posted ANYthing!) to this blog that I started to write about only my health issues. I want to consolidate and simplify. So I want to post everything together in one place. And I REALLY love the title of this blog - A Living House. (You can read more about why I chose this title on my side bar.)</div>
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I know there's a way to consolidate blogs. (I've done it before in the past. But that was back with the "old" blogger. And it's different now.) But I haven't figured it out yet. If I can't figure it out, or if they've disabled that option, then I'll just start from here and move forward.</div>
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Like I said, I don't expect anyone to read this besides my family. But that's who I'm really keeping it for anyway. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-72322528134195694772013-12-29T04:19:00.000-07:002013-12-29T04:19:02.674-07:00It's Been a Long Time Comin'About three years ago, I gave up blogging. I don't think it was intentional. But life happened. Just a few weeks ago, I jokingly told my husband, "Blogging is SO 2009!" And we had a good laugh about that. But in all seriousness, this is something that I want to get back into doing. If only to keep up and maintain this one site. I have a new direction and new goals in mind for it - a new vision. I mostly want to share our infertility journey. So please stand by and bear with me as I make the needed adjustments and changes. (And experiment with Blogger, which has TOTALLY and completely changed since 2009 - WOAH! I mean, I tell ya - you don't keep up with technology and …)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-49663202869872117752010-10-24T22:22:00.001-06:002010-10-24T22:23:54.161-06:00Just Take Something<div><br /></div><div>I haven't blogged in a very (very!) long time. But with the weather changes and the way I've been feeling, I think it would be completely beneficial and therapeutic for me to do so. Tonight I found this article that is worth a read.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.invisibledisabilities.org/educate/invisibleawareness/justtakesomething/">Just Take Something</a></div><div><br /></div><div>I'll be posting more soon ...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-59650554826575447022010-04-27T10:18:00.001-06:002010-04-27T10:19:48.414-06:00Learning How to Encourage and Help Someone Living With a Chronic Condition<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><center><p align="CENTER" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p align="CENTER" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><o:p><span style="font-size:180%;"><img border="0" src="http://www.invisibledisabilities.org/images/MPj04227330000[1].jpg" width="200" height="200" align="left" /></span></o:p><b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#285077;">I Never Know</span></b></p><p align="CENTER" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#285077;">What to Say or Do!</span></b></p><p align="CENTER" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>Learning How to Encourage and Help</i></p><p align="CENTER" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>Someone Living With a Chronic Condition</i></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Copyright © 200<span lang="en-us">4 </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">The Invisible Disabilities Advocate</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span lang="en-us"><a href="http://www.InvisibleDisabilities.org/"><span style="font-size:85%;">www.InvisibleDisabilities.org</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p></center><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family: Arial; "><span lang="en-us">H</span>ave you ever wanted to encourage someone living with a chronic illness, but it seems like you never know what to say? Moreover, when you finally think of something you just <em>know</em> will make them smile, do they <i>snap back</i> at you with frustration?</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; "><o:p></o:p></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; "><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; ">Well, you are not alone. Because we truly want to help our friend or family member with a chronic condition, we often try to think of just the <i>right wor</i>ds we can say to make all of the pain <i>vanish</i> from their life. If we can just “fix it” then we will not have to see them suffer anymore. Unfortunately, when we do try to come up with a <i>quick answer, we</i> often end up saying something that seems to <i>irritate</i> or <i>offend</i> our loved one.<o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; "><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; ">It is difficult to understand why they got upset, because to us what we had to say should have been helpful. Nonetheless, if we could simply jump into the life of our loved one, then we would see why our <i>well-meaning</i> comments were not so <i>well-received.</i> Often, it is our intention to help them “see the bright side” of their situation, so they can realize it is “not that bad.” <b>The problem is that we have then failed to </b><i><b>acknowledge</b></i><b> their battle is</b><i><b>very real</b></i><b> and we have gone on to </b><i><b>minimize</b></i><b> its impact.</b><span><b> </b></span><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; "><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; "><b>Sometimes we even try to point out another person who is “worse off” or try to relate by saying, “Ya, I am tired too.” Often, we disregard their limitations by attempting to talk them into doing what they know they </b><i><b>cannot</b></i><b> or </b><i><b>should not</b></i><b> do. Because we forget how anguishing it is to be ill and laid up, sometimes we even try to tell them “how lucky” they are to not have to work or clean their house.</b><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; "><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; ">What’s more, we cannot resist acting as if solving the problem is so simple when we exclaim, “why can’t you <i>just</i> take this or <i>do</i> that?” <b>Likewise, we want so badly for them to be feeling better, that we </b><i><b>refuse</b></i><b> to hear the truth and do not </b><i><b>allow</b></i><b> them to be open and honest with us about what they are going through.</b><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; "><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; ">Besides not knowing what to <i>say,</i> we often do not know what to <i>do.</i> We often wish we could do something to help, but do not even know where to start. Our own lives can be so overwhelming and busy that we could never fathom having the time to run errands, do chores and help clean someone else’s home too!<o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; "><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; "><span style="font-family: Arial; ">Nevertheless, what we fail to realize is that what might seem like an insignificant effort to us, may save our loved one an entire day or even week’s worth of energy. For example, we can pick up a few things at the store while we are already there and take out the trash when we drop them off. We can drop them by some fresh flowers, deliver a meal, bring over a video to share or pick up their dry cleaning. None of these takes much of</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; ">our</span><span style="font-family: Arial; "> time, but it can make a </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; ">world of difference</span><span style="font-family: Arial; "> to them!</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p align="justify" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; "><span style="font-family: Arial; ">In all, we can never fully comprehend what it is like to have a chronic condition, with all of the loss and pain it poses. Yet, we know we would not want to feel this way ourselves, so surely we can see what <i>courage</i> our loved one displays! We can even try to remember what it is like to have to put our lives on hold for even just a few days and tell our loved ones how amazed we are at their <i>strength</i> and <i>perseverance!<o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p align="justify" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; "><span style="font-family: Arial; ">People<span lang="en-us"> living</span> with chronic illness/pain would never <i>choose</i> to willingly give up activities they used to enjoy! In fact, they would do <i>just about anything</i> to get their lives back! Therefore, we can rest assured, knowing they will keep <i>fighting, researching </i>and<i>pursuing </i>ways to regain their lives or at least prevent further progression of the disease.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="justify" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; ">Yes, acknowledging what is happening to a loved one means having to deal with all of its pain, mourning and changes, but do not sell yourself short! After all, if they are <i>forced</i>to <i><u>live with it</u>,</i> we can certainly <i>choose </i>to <i><u>live next to it</u>!</i></span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-69531760631015451132010-04-27T10:00:00.001-06:002010-04-27T10:02:21.233-06:00But You LOOK Good!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I am SO grateful to have found this article today!! It's as though someone took my exact thoughts and put them into words - especially the last paragraph. It's what I'm always trying to explain to people, but something that they rarely "get." Thank you, writers of this article!!! :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "><p align="CENTER" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><o:p><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#730099;"><b><i><img border="0" src="http://www.invisibledisabilities.org/images/MPj04395490000[1].jpg" width="239" height="160" align="left" /></i></b></span></o:p><b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#285077;">But They <u>LOOK</u><span lang="en-us"> So </span>Good!</span></b></p><p align="CENTER" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><i>The Paradox of Looking Good,<span lang="en-us"> </span>but Feeling Bad</i></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "> </p><p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Copyright © 200<span lang="en-us">4 </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">The Invisible Disabilities Advocate</span></p><p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span lang="en-us"><a href="http://www.InvisibleDisabilities.org/"><span style="font-size:85%;">www.InvisibleDisabilities.org</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></p><p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "> </p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; ">Surprisingly, "More than 125 million Americans have at least one chronic condition and 60 million have more than one condition" (Partnership for Solutions). An illness or injury is considered chronic, when it lasts a year or longer, limits activity and may require ongoing care.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"><span style="font-family: Arial; ">Not everyone with a chronic <span lang="en-us">condition</span> has the same symptoms or degree of symptoms.</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; ">Some have mild complications and with a little adjustment in their diets or schedules, they can lead a pretty “normal” life. Some have to make bigger changes, sacrificing various activities or their work situations in order to contend with their conditions.</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; "> </span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; ">Others</span><span style="font-family: Arial; ">become so ill they are unable to work</span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; "> at all</span><span style="font-family: Arial; "> and </span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; ">struggle just to meet life’s daily needs.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"><span style="font-family: Arial; ">Just about every one of us has experienced being so sick we had to stay home from work or school, because we were too sick to go. We hate being sick, because the time ticks by, the work piles up and we cannot do anything about it. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; ">We gripe and moan that we “don’t have time to be sick!” even for just a day. It is just plain miserable to be sick, in pain and debilitated - </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; ">nobody </span><span style="font-family: Arial; ">enjoys it.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; "></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"><span style="font-family: Arial; ">Often when we come across someone who says they have been sick and in pain for a long time, we might think they are either <i>exaggerating</i> or they are not <i>doing </i>something about it. After all, when we got sick, we got some rest, took some medication and were soon back on our feet. Moreover, when we were sick, we were pale and droopy, but they often look “perfectly normal.”<o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"><span style="font-family: Arial; ">The truth is, most chronic conditions cannot be seen with the naked eye, but nevertheless are persistently keeping the person from enjoying life the way they once knew. For instance, a person can battle </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; ">extreme </span><span style="font-family: Arial; ">fatigue and/or cognitive impairments on the inside, even though they may appear </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; ">healthy</span><span style="font-family: Arial; "> and </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; ">well </span><span style="font-family: Arial; ">on the outside. Just the same, a person can have </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; ">horrible </span><span style="font-family: Arial; ">pain and/or dizziness, despite the fact that to the onlooker they may look </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; ">strong</span><span style="font-family: Arial; "> and </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; ">able.</span><span><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family: Arial; "></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"><span style="font-family: Arial; ">The biggest grievance those with chronic conditions have is that their loved ones often do not <i>believe</i> what they are going through is <i>real</i>, because to others they <i>“look good</i>.” Sadly, this makes the person feel as if they are being called a <i>liar</i> or a <i>wimp</i>. This can cause great strains on relationships between friends, family members and spouses. Ironically, those with chronic conditions would like nothing more than to gain complete control of their lives and not have to adjust to any limitations at all! Nonetheless, their bodies do not always cooperate with their <i>desires</i>, no matter how much they <i>want</i> it to. </span><span style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"><span style="font-family: Arial; ">Regrettably, a <i>travesty</i> occurs when the person not only has to contend with no longer being able to do what they <i>love</i> to do, but also has to <i>battle</i> for their loved one's <i>belief, respect</i> and <i>understanding</i>. While the person with the illness/pain is <i>mourning</i> their loss of <i>ability</i> and <i>freedom, </i>others often <i>accuse</i> them of just being <i>lazy</i> or <i>malingering.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family: Arial; ">We must resist the temptation to make a <i>visual diagnosis</i> by coming to the conclusion that our loved one must be <i>embellishing</i> their situation or trying to <i>pull the wool over our eyes,</i> because to us they <i>“look fine.</i>” After all, when we rebut what they are telling us with, "But you <i>LOOK</i> good," our friend really hears, "But, I don’t <i>believe</i> you, because I can’t <i>see</i> it."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family: Arial; ">Frankly, it is <i>impossible</i> for us to be compassionate, until we have <i>acknowledged</i> there is a situation for which to <i>be</i> compassionate! In other words, how can we say, “I am<i>sorry</i> you are sick,” when we are always saying, “I do not <i>believe</i> you are sick, because you don’t <i>look</i> sick?”</span><span style="font-family: Arial; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family: Arial; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">People </span></b><span lang="en-us"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">living </span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">with chronic conditions do not want to give up! They make efforts to laugh, smile, look their best and enjoy life, even though they know they will pay dearly for it. Because of this, we should not confuse their endeavors to </span></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">live life</span></b></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> and </span></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">be positive,</span></b></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> with assuming they are </span></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">feeling well</span></b></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> or </span></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">doing better</span></b></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. Instead, let us commend them for their incredible </span></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">courage, perseverance</span></b></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> and </span></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">persistence </span></b></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">that make their illnesses and injuries</span></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">seem</span></b></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> invisible to us.</span></b></span></p><p align="justify"><br /></p></span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-58946675492706867582010-04-27T09:04:00.001-06:002010-04-27T10:10:10.676-06:00Lyme Disease Crash Course - Everything You Need to Know in 5 Minutes<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message">I want to raise awareness of this. I feel like I NEED to raise awareness. I am one of those people who never even knew I was bitten by a tick and never had the "tell tale bullseye rash." Doctors suspect I had the disease for close to 10 years before I tested positive and was diagnosed. Most, if not all, of my health issues stem from this. WE NEED TO RAISE AWARENESS!!</span></h3></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div class="photo photo_none" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=689798&op=1&view=all&subj=25754076527&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=25754076527&id=19031628966" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v207/35/30/19031628966/n19031628966_689798_2525.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: 460px; " /></a></div><div class="caption" style="clear: none; line-height: 12px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 11px; text-align: left; ">Lyme disease gets its name from the town of Lyme, Connecticut, where the illness was first identified in the United States in 1975.</div></div><br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=689814&op=1&view=all&subj=25754076527&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=25754076527&id=19031628966" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v207/35/30/19031628966/n19031628966_689814_6956.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: 460px; " /></a></div><div class="caption" style="clear: none; line-height: 12px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 11px; text-align: left; ">Lyme is caused by a corkscrew-shaped bacterium, or spirochete, called Borrelia burgdorferi. Ticks infected with the bacterium spread the disease to humans.</div></div><br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=611462&op=1&view=all&subj=25754076527&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=25754076527&id=19031628966" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v310/35/30/19031628966/n19031628966_611462_9486.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; " /></a></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3B5998;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">*<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; ">This was me. I didn't even know I was bitten by a tick. I never got the "bulls-eye rash." No doctor ever thought to test me for the disease since I lived in Idaho and Utah (even though I had traveled to the east and south quite a bit). I knew I had health problems, but I NEVER would have suspected Lyme Disease. Not until I had a doctor "just check" for it a couple of years ago. And lo and behold the blood test came back positive. It had sat in my system for years.</span><br /></span></span><br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=611465&op=1&view=all&subj=25754076527&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=25754076527&id=19031628966" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v310/35/30/19031628966/n19031628966_611465_1148.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; " /></a></div></div>*<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; ">These symptoms, if caught early, can be erradicated. However, if the disease lays in your system for years (like mine did) without being diagnosed, they can wreak complete and utter havoc on your body. Some "issues" of mine that can most likely be traced back to Lyme Disease are Arthritis, Fibromyalgia and Infertility. There are 72 things listed here and I have had 51 of them happen to me since doctors think I was bitten by a tick in 1999. (I wasn't tested positive and diagnosed until 2007 - that's a span of 8 years that it sat in my body just wreaking havoc!) Before I was bitten, I only had experienced 5 things on this list!! There's a huge difference between 5 and 51! That right there tells you how crazy the effects of a tiny little tick can be on a human body!!</span><br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=611467&op=1&view=all&subj=25754076527&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=25754076527&id=19031628966" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v310/35/30/19031628966/n19031628966_611467_7633.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; " /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=689808&op=1&view=all&subj=25754076527&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=25754076527&id=19031628966" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v207/35/30/19031628966/n19031628966_689808_708.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: 460px; " /></a></div><div class="caption" style="clear: none; line-height: 12px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 11px; text-align: left; ">Lyme disease is a rapidly emerging infectious disease. Since it was first recognized in the United States in 1975, reports of Lyme disease have increased substantially. Factors contributing to the rise in Lyme disease in humans is a thriving tick population and the expansion of suburbs into formerly wooded areas, which increases people's exposure to infected ticks.</div></div><br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=611470&op=1&view=all&subj=25754076527&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=25754076527&id=19031628966" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v271/35/30/19031628966/n19031628966_611470_3276.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; " /></a></div><div class="caption" style="clear: none; line-height: 12px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 11px; text-align: left; ">The tick has a 2-year life cycle, and can infect you in any of its life stages-- larvae, nymph, and adult. In the tick's larvae stage, it is tan, the size of a pinhead, and feeds on small animals like mice. During the nymph stage, the tick is the size of a poppy seed, beige or partially transparent, and feeds on larger animals such as cats, dogs, and humans. Adult ticks are black and/or reddish and feed on large mammals such as deer, dogs, and humans.</div></div><br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=611483&op=1&view=all&subj=25754076527&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=25754076527&id=19031628966" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v271/35/30/19031628966/n19031628966_611483_8725.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: 460px; " /></a></div><div class="caption" style="clear: none; line-height: 12px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 11px; text-align: left; ">Tick appearance/size</div><div class="caption" style="clear: none; line-height: 12px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; ">*I put this image on here because you can be bitten by a larva and get Lyme Disease. It's not always the adult - the kind of tick that you typically SEE on you.</span></span></span></span></span></div></div><br /><div class="photo photo_none" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=689815&op=1&view=all&subj=25754076527&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=25754076527&id=19031628966" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v207/35/30/19031628966/n19031628966_689815_4126.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: 460px; " /></a></div><div class="caption" style="clear: none; line-height: 12px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 11px; text-align: left; ">More than 20,000 cases of Lyme were reported in the United States in 2006. However, because of considerable under-reporting and misdiagnosis, the Centers for Disease Control along with many Lyme disease experts speculate that the actual number of cases is at least 10 times higher--Making Lyme disease more prevalent than both West Nile Virus and HIV/AIDS.</div></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-5319560482111640332010-04-12T20:26:00.003-06:002013-12-30T15:26:21.585-07:00The Green Eyed Monster (from the Fertility Resilience blog)<a href="http://fertilityresilience.blogspot.com/2010/04/slaying-myth-of-green-eyed-monster.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">http://fertilityresilience.blogspot.com/2010/04/slaying-myth-of-green-eyed-monster.html</span></span></a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Blessedly, I don't feel this way any more. But I will admit that, once upon a time, I did have a case of "pregnancy envy." I'm not sure what made it go away. Perhaps it was adopting our perfect little boy. I'm not saying that I don't occassionaly fall back into this mode of thinking, however. And I'm going to post this anyway in hopes that it may help some of my other dear and beautiful friends who are struggling with infertility. You are NOT alone!!</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><b>"Anonymous" commented on my post about spring. She mentioned that “as jackets and bulky winter clothes are shed, fertile bellies are much more visible” and she’s right, of course. But what caught my attention was this: “it seems every other woman is pregnant. If I were a better person, I'd feel happy for them and less sorry for myself “. It made me think of infertility, envy and the one thing that I wish I could totally obliterate with my magic wand: women’s shame over their own invidiousness. </b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><b>Because what is envy, if not an inner cry of “she has something I desperately want”? It is like an emotional cramp that painfully reminds you of your own lack and deprivation. So, if you are trying to build your dream family, of course you are envious of the women who have achieved that dream; of course you are resentful of the pregnant-bellied; and of course you are feeling sad for yourself. In the many years I’ve worked with adoption, loss and infertility, I have not met a woman who, in her heart of hearts, didn’t harbor envy, rancor or bitterness.</b></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-63834929997285105242010-04-04T23:05:00.001-06:002010-04-04T23:07:24.005-06:00Thoughts<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; border-collapse: collapse; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It's been an awfully long time since I've posted anything on this blog! Is this one of those instances in which "no news is good news?" :) Perhaps :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">This weekend has gotten me waxing extremely philosophical. (Conference weekend tends to do that to me!) Thinking about my life - how can I improve? In what ways am I doing okay? Where am I struggling? What is one thing I can do</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "> right now</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "> to be better?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">When people ask me how I am, I usually just say "good!" Or "doing well, thanks." But I really started thinking tonight, "What do I REALLY feel when people ask me?" I mean, really. What does "good" or "well" mean? Because to be honest, I never really feel "good" by any means that the world uses to define that word. And I certainly am not "well" - not in the physical sense. BUT ... I </span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">am</span></b></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "> happy. Despite my physical pains and illnesses, </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I am happy</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">. So I think from now on, when people ask, "How are you?" I'm going to respond with "I'm happy, thanks!" It may catch some people off guard. But then again, maybe not.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">A lot of the things that I struggle with are things that are out of my control - like health, for instance. While driving home from my mom's house tonight, Jeff and I were talking about my hormonal issues. We talked about how I have pregnancy symptoms almost all the time, yet I'm not pregnant. I almost always have a headache and I feel nauseas a good portion of each week. Then he said, "There are girls who get pregnant who don't even ever have these symptoms. Yet you can't get pregnant, and have them all the time." This time of year is hard on my body too - I feel the changing of the seasons in my "arthritic bones" and "fibromyalgic muscles." I wish I could do more. Don't get me wrong. I know that there are things that I CAN do. I am </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">super</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "> pro-active about my sicknesses. I see doctors. I see naturopaths. I see nutritionists. I am continually reading up on the latest technologies, medical breakthroughs, and latest and greatest "miracle cures" that might bring me some sort of comfort and relief. I take vitamins and use essential oils and take medications that are recommended and prescribed to me. I watch what I eat. I try to not "run faster than I have strength." But I also know that most of the health things that I struggle with daily are things that are not going to go away. At least not any time in the near future. And I've slowly come to accept this fact over the years.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">And ... in the midst of all of this, I feel an immense amount of PEACE. And I AM happy. I feel blessed. I don't have a lot to complain about. I have an amazing husband (amazing!) who is patient with me, who is kind and loving and understanding. He doesn't judge me. He kindly holds my hand throughout my daily physical struggles. He serves me and our baby without complaint. Our marriage is strong. It is built on the principles of love and trust and on the foundation of Christ. We have the most perfect and beautiful little baby boy in the entire world. He is a light in our lives and brings us an immesurable amount of JOY! I know that my Redeemer lives! I have a relationship with my Heavenly Father and His son. I feel them in my life. I have a testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ and of the sealing ordinances of the temple. I have a knowledge that I will one day be reunited with loved ones who have passed on. And I know that I will one day be able to "run and not be weary and walk and not faint" - whether that promise comes in this life, or not.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">So ... what do I have to be unhappy about?! I am a wonderfully blessed woman and I am full of gratitude to my Father in Heaven because of that. I may not be "good" or "well" (in the eyes of the world), but I </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">am</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "> happy. And although I might not feel like this every moment of every day, I do feel it a good portion of the time. And tonight is one of those nights.</span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-55167925540440921312009-10-29T13:27:00.002-06:002009-10-29T13:33:51.049-06:00This time, you're playing for immunity<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;">Last weekend, the Mr. and I drove up to a neighboring county at 6:00 in the morning, to stand in line and wait for the swine flu vaccine. But ... by the time we got there, the line was already over a mile long. That's right. You read that correctly over a MILE long. So, we didn't even bothering waiting. Which was a good thing. They only had 1700 vaccines at that clinic. And later estimated the line was over 5,000 people long. So ... on Tuesday morning, our very own county had a mass clinic. And we decided to try again. Here's what I wrote about on our personal blog later that day:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; ">This morning, we once again set out to try for the H1N1 vaccine ... this time right here in our very own town. We dropped the baby off at Mimi's house (thanks, Mimi!) and then drove down to the public health clinic place. We got in line at about <b>5:45 am</b>. It was<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">FREEZING</span></b> cold. I told the Mr., "alright,<i>next</i> time there's a pandemic and we have to wait in line to get vaccinated in the middle of winter (because the weather today was <b>just like winter</b>), I'm going to come more prepared with blankets and a thermos full of hot chocolate!" Yeah, "next time" there's a pandemic. Right.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; ">Anyway, they were going to open the doors at 8:00 am. And we got there just before 6:00. So <b>two hours</b>. <b>In line</b>. <b>In the freezing cold</b>. I'm glad I wasn't a pioneer. I don't think I could have made it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; ">Luckily we got there when we did because they're estimating that over <b>4,000 people</b> showed up in the line! We were about 350 people back. So not bad. It was interesting to watch the police and crowd control trying to maneuver the line. At one point we almost saw a riot. <i>Almost</i>. But for the most part, people were really calm. Ahhh, "Happy Valley," 'tis why I love you so :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; ">We met some fun friends while waiting in line. The couple in front of us - they're having a baby in January. Well, technically <i>she's</i>having the baby, but you know what I mean. We told them that the waiting in line reminded us of when we waited for the Price is Right. Which, of course, turned into a "<b>What?!</b> <b>You guys were on the show?</b> And you actually<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">WON THE SHOWCASE?!!</span></i></b>" conversation. And, my trusty techno-savvy Mr. pulled out his phone and we ended up watching the entire episode of the show that we appeared on while waiting there. Nice. That killed at <i>least</i> 45 minutes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; ">We were SO happy by the time 8:30 rolled around and we made it <i><b>INTO the doors</b></i> of the building!! I'd never been so happy to have <b>HEAT</b>! And a <b>bathroom</b>! We filled out some paperwork, waited in more lines and then <b>it was our turn ... finally ... at about 9:15.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;">3 1/2 hours of waiting in line. <b>Just like Disneyland</b>. Or the <b>Price is Right</b>. Only at the "end of the tunnel" instead of there being a light - or a fun ride - or a game show to be won - there was<b>only a stab in the arm</b> waiting to be had. But ... a stab that will hopefully be worth it so that our baby doesn't get sick.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; ">Oh - on a side note, it was pretty funny (and sad ... am I horrible for thinking this is funny?) to just sit and listen once we got inside the building. It was noisy - full of CRYING kids!! Poor little things! The Mr. said, <b>"This is like waiting in line for Santa Claus. You wait in line forever, then sit on someone's lap and cry!"</b> Ha! That was my<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">favorite quote of the entire day</span></b>. So true!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; ">Here's a news article link ... we were there ... in the midst of all that craziness ...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "><br /></span></div><a href="http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=148&sid=8463898" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 64); text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; ">http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=148&sid=8463898</span></a></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-55444903943667387242009-10-29T13:09:00.000-06:002009-10-29T13:20:53.082-06:00Obviously ......Obviously I haven't posted on this blog for a long time. A. Long. Time. And some of the very most exciting-est (I know that's not a word, and yes, I'm going to use it anyway) stuff of my life has happened in the months since I've posted.<div><br /></div><div>The most exciting being ... that ... </div><div><br /></div><div>Actually, I will save it for later ...</div><div><br /></div><div>I will post more details soon ...</div><div><br /></div><div>Stay tuned!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-14482185375376641802009-10-29T13:08:00.004-06:002009-10-29T13:21:07.573-06:00Rundown<div>Okay, so here's a rundown of the past 6 months ...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-30994968596448326782009-10-29T13:05:00.000-06:002009-10-29T13:21:22.966-06:00May<div>In May, our "Summer trip extravagaanza" began. For those who don't know, the Mr. and I appeared on a game show earlier this year and ended up winning ... the big prize at the end! Four trips!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So ... here's a little taste of where we went. Do these pics of the Mr. and me give the first trip away?</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEdVrV4BXWnKB0-gVp4TG71NmuG1hEZ-oYaKZRkaB2bBZQQUQM-86jP_S6IX5e62flS05xGL_U7AYlq3xMVrA3oA0t2FQc_G4piNu5D2JtMy8h0roG9tZ2XooK_J2g0cnAhiVbUEBi3A/s1600-h/IMG_1050.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEdVrV4BXWnKB0-gVp4TG71NmuG1hEZ-oYaKZRkaB2bBZQQUQM-86jP_S6IX5e62flS05xGL_U7AYlq3xMVrA3oA0t2FQc_G4piNu5D2JtMy8h0roG9tZ2XooK_J2g0cnAhiVbUEBi3A/s400/IMG_1050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398080372197537890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQAy0GiOkexuJyst-Bq7vSC6YM-gdm9SveP6QsVWZ3qgP6CbhX_hdpvcdWC5DrBwE0foWWTlQ3LtQNufD5z62pOirNVqjYeVxwA4N2vwuy4NkO3arDpX04eU2aKdGs2ijkaBFHLrc4q0/s1600-h/IMG_1051.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQAy0GiOkexuJyst-Bq7vSC6YM-gdm9SveP6QsVWZ3qgP6CbhX_hdpvcdWC5DrBwE0foWWTlQ3LtQNufD5z62pOirNVqjYeVxwA4N2vwuy4NkO3arDpX04eU2aKdGs2ijkaBFHLrc4q0/s400/IMG_1051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398080367712250786" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">And here's another trip that started off the month - complete with yours truly participating in the "American Idol Experience" at Disneyworld in Florida. (I think it's been "our year!")</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPkqO8RwaKHl4KRIqU37Wu8LSkYpoQgSz0fozC0paM_qXdvoV4tf2nDCTdQ8KjBb6jxrRfjy73qWDyL_yL0kK77UP18-QO4dz8Gn-XLR2zq9dcnvXQ75vVM3HGYo51O0Yram8TRxf1evw/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPkqO8RwaKHl4KRIqU37Wu8LSkYpoQgSz0fozC0paM_qXdvoV4tf2nDCTdQ8KjBb6jxrRfjy73qWDyL_yL0kK77UP18-QO4dz8Gn-XLR2zq9dcnvXQ75vVM3HGYo51O0Yram8TRxf1evw/s400/Image056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398080132891894962" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">On the adoption front, the news we got in May wasn't as encouraging. On Wednesday, May 27th, I posted the following on our private family blog.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">Today has been a discouraging day. I posted a status update on Facebook about this, but I have gotten messages from a couple of you saying that you'll be checking our blog for more in depth information. So I'm just going to go ahead and include the letter that we received today (with names blanked out for privacy's sake).<br /><br />Thanks to all of you for your love and prayer and concerns. We love you.<br /><br />Here's the email we got today:<br /><br /><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br /></div><span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px; font-family:Helvetica;"><div link="blue" vlink="purple" lang="EN-US"><div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;">Dear families, received an email from the Attorney. Things there have been moving slowly on the safety home and social worker side. We unfortunately have given them a deadline as to the movement of this adoption of June 1st. They still seem a bit suspicious about the whole thing there is a possibility of relatives around, but the social worker is dragging feet about the advertisement so this is why we have been a bit more forceful to get them to make a decision. It may be a possibility we will have to bring in a social worker from elsewhere. We will do all that we can. If for some reason this cannot happen with these children would you consider a referral? This is just in case. I have attached the letter wrote to the SH by the Attorney.</div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br /><br />Dear Ms __________<br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />I really do not know what to do.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />When I spoke with you, it was agreed that there was a process that needed to be followed. You then suggested I speak to Ms _______, which I did.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />Ms ______ confirmed that the first step would be to find out whether both children were adoptable. It seems that there was a rumour that the child/children could have extended family living in a neighbouring community.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />Two options were discussed, one finding the family by physically going in to the community, the other, by advertising to see if anyone would come forward with information.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />Ms _____ advised that the advertising costs were very high – each advertisement would cost over R1000 and this was a major problem for your organisation. I offered to seek assistance to pay those costs. I asked Ms _______ to find out exactly what the advertising amount would be.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />I took care to explain that this did<span> </span><i>not</i><span> </span>mean that there were conditions attached to such payment – the advertising would purely be to find the children’s families, if they exist, with a view to helping the children reunify with their families if the families were able to suitably care for them, alternatively, if no family came forward, to approach the courts to see whether the children could be declared adoptable. The possibility of the family/families consenting to the possible adoptions of the children was also discussed.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />My strong sense after the discussion I had with you and with Ms ______ was that we were all working together for finality for these children.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />However, when our Ms ______ attmpted to follow-up and find out exactly what amount would be required so that we could pay for the newspaper advertisements, <span style="font-weight: bold; ">we were told not to interfere with the process and reference was made to our “forcing the issue”.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; ">There are two options for these children: either no-one does anything to finalise their future and they stay right where they are for the remainder of their childhood, alternatively, we work together to give them the stability and security that they deserve. </span>This may well be with their birth families, but until a proper investigation is done, it is impossible to tell.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />We have decades of experience in working with children, heading up teams of social workers, paediatricians and counsellors through courts ranging from the local Children’s Courts to the Supreme Court of Appeal and to the Constitutional Court. We remain committed to ensuring that children’s best interests are served.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />We have seen <span style="font-weight: bold; ">children thrive and flourish when placed within the nurture and care of a family environment,</span> and steadfastly <span style="font-weight: bold; ">believe that every child deserves a family.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />It is <span style="font-weight: bold; ">not fair to the two families, who have already spent years </span>being screened from their side by their country’s authorities and who have been <span style="font-weight: bold; ">highly recommended</span> as adoptive parents <span style="font-weight: bold; ">to continue pouring their hopes and dreams into a lifetime with these children.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />It is <span style="font-weight: bold; ">even more unfair to the children</span> themselves, as every week that goes by is time that needs to be made up.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; ">If you have no intention of allowing these two children to find that security within a family and you insist on misconstruing everything that we are trying to do to find out what would be in these children’s best interests,</span><span style="font-weight: bold; "></span><i style="font-weight: bold; ">please</i><span style="font-weight: bold; "> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; ">be gracious enough to let me know.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />At that point, the <span style="font-weight: bold; ">families will have a decision to make – to either accept that you do not intend assisting these children in finding family care, alternatively, to instruct us to approach the highest authorities in our country to request that an investigation be conducted to find out what would be best for these two little people.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />My offer to pay directly to the newspaper/s the costs involved in advertising for the families of these two children to come forward remains in place.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; "><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />However, <span style="font-weight: bold; ">this whole saga cannot drag on indefinitely.</span> You told us to wait until the beginning of May; it is <span style="font-weight: bold; ">now almost the end of May </span>and we seem to have <span style="font-weight: bold; ">regressed rather than making any progress at all.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; "><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">Please would you let us know by close of business on <span style="font-weight: bold; ">Monday 1 June 2009 </span>whether or not you would like us to assist with the advertising costs and if so, the names of the newspapers and the costs involved.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">My heartfelt prayer is that we, as professionals, <span style="font-weight: bold; ">can work together</span> to<span style="font-weight: bold; ">secure futures for these children that are bright with hope and promise.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:11pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><br />Yours sincerely</span></div><div face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="11pt" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">MS __________________</span></div><div face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="11pt" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">PRESIDENT & FOUNDER</span></div></div></div></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-38657558258489645642009-10-29T13:00:00.000-06:002009-10-29T13:21:36.417-06:00JuneWell, the deadline of June 1st came and went with no word. Two days later, I posted the following update on our family blog, with the title, "I feel like I'm going to throw up."<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">Dear ________</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">Thank you for obtaining the letters from the families so quickly – I immediately forwarded them onto the email address that we have for the Safety Home, marked for the urgent attention of Ms ______and Ms ______. I also printed out the emails and those were faxed off to them under cover of a separate letter for each family.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">I do not think Ms _______ had received those letters when she telephoned our offices an hour ago. She referred to the letter we had sent her insisting on some feedback (otherwise we would presume that they didn’t want us to try and assist these children).<br /><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">She was so rampant and mad with me that I can only presume that she had just received that first letter (yes, the very one that we faxed, emailed, and again faxed and emailed yesterday). Her voice was shaking and she was close to tears. She was furious that we were “telling them what to do” and “chasing them up”. She told me that it was up to them as social workers to move the process forward and that they were busy with their “investigations”. She was unable to tell me one single thing that they had done. She was also cross about us offering to assist with the advertising costs – I told her that she herself had told me to speak to _____, that _____ was the one who told me that was the next step from her side but that the financial implications were ________ is a child protection organisation that has its own social worker, as she kept on referring to the “attorneys” in most derogatory terms, telling me that the placement of children was a matter that should only involve social workers and social development, not lawyers, and even when I gently reminded her several times, that the conversations she was referring to were the ones she personally had with me, as President of _______, she didn’t seem to get it.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">I explained that the reason that I had gone back to her at the beginning of May was because she had told me to (that was a month after we had previously chatted), and that we were now in June a further month down the track and that it was clear that absolutely nothing had happened from their side… I pointed out to her, that in my experience, every day counted and that I woke up each morning with urgency for each child who could potentially be placed with a family. I reminded her that even if the children’s birth families were to come forward and be able to care for them, that we would all rejoice at that, but that in the absence of anyone doing anything to find those parents or to advertise for them, nothing was moving forward at all to secure the futures of these two children.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">She told me that I had two options – to “leave the matter” (as in, walk away and leave the children right where they were) or alternatively, not to have any further contact with them and they in their own time would let us know what was happening.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">I asked if we went with the second option whether she would be prepared to at least let us have interim updates on the situation and what was happening from their side, as obviously there were two families with expectations and also papers that were valid for a limited time period. She thought that was a preposterous idea and told me in no uncertain terms that she would not be prepared to provide us with any updates and that is was out of the question.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">Towards the end of the conversation, she accused me of trying to “tell them what to do” and of “undermining the Home by not following due process” simply because they were a Black organisation. I had to take a deep breath as I explained to her that some of my very dearest friends are Black, that my life is devoted to helping Black children find families, that some of my honorary godchildren and families with whom we vacation are Black…<br /><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">I did not feel that I had the right to “scupper” these two potential placements, so you will be pleased to know that I bit my tongue, agreed to everything she said, and told her I would advise you as the agency, who would in turn let the families know, and that I looked forward to hearing from her at some stage in the future!!!!!!!<br /><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">There may well be further feedback from her once she has read the letters from the families, in which case, I will be sure to let you know straight away.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">In the meantime, though, you are welcome to forward all or any part of this email to the families to give them strength for the wait…</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">With kind regards,</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"></span></div><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style=" ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;">________</span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;">As you can imagine, this letter came as a shock and I was in tears because of it. At this point, we weren't sure what to do.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;">Then, on June 8th, we received the following letter:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:13px;"><span>Dear ________ </span><br /><span></span><span></span><span></span><br /><span>I drove out to _______ Court early this morning to spend time with the Children’s Court Commissioner there before he went into Court – he was horrified to hear how things have been delayed… </span><br /><span></span><span></span><span></span><br /><span>I would like to send an email with the little information that we have on the children to the ______ Children’s Court Commissioner, asking her to please confirm that these children fall under her jurisdiction and further asking her to formally request, with time limits, proper information and a detailed report from the social worker so that we can ascertain whether these two children are adoptable. I will reiterate our offer to assist with the advertising costs. </span><br /><span></span><br /><span></span><span></span><span>You need to know that this is a risk. The Commissioner may refuse. Even if she agrees, it will in all likelihood burn bridges once and for all with the Director and social worker at the Home. The report that is provided (if it is standard) will not suffice for Hague purposes and we will need thereafter to get an additional social worker’s report filed to properly meet all requirements. That could also be difficult if the Home and its Director and Social worker refuse to co-operate. </span><br /><span></span><br /><span></span><span></span><span>Having said all that, I really do not think there is any other option for these families, and for these children. </span><br /><span></span><br /><span></span><span></span><span>Please would you confirm that I can go ahead and email the Court, with the request that they insist that an investigation is done so that the Children’s Court enquiry can be finalised, even though it is high risk? </span><br /><span></span><br /><span></span><span></span><span>I look forward to hearing from you. </span><br /><span></span><br /><span></span><span>With kind regards, </span><br /><span></span><br />___________________</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>That same day I wrote on my blog, "Our friend (who is adopting a child from the same orphanage) had the idea to try one more time to reach out to the director of the orphanage before we approach the court. She wrote a very heart felt, humble and sincere letter that will hopefully soften her heart. I won't share the letter that she wrote, for privacy's sake. But the Mr. and I are also hoping and praying that this will work."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="clear: both; "></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(128, 0, 64); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-1300359173818618032009-10-29T12:50:00.000-06:002009-10-29T13:21:52.944-06:00Me, the Blubbering FoolHere's what I wrote on my personal blog back in June, in the midst of all of our international adoption struggles (please keep in mind that I share this only in hopes that it may strike a chord with someone else, somewhere out there who has maybe felt the same kinds of emotions):<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">Please forgive me for getting personal for just a moment. I know that NOBODY leads a perfect life and everyone has challenges. (As my quote from Marjorie Hinckley says on my side bar ...) But tonight, I'm just not strong enough. My head is spinning and I think I need to write my thoughts down in order to have some sort of therapeutic relief. I'm having such a hard time looking through blogs of everyone and their cute families and their beautiful babies. Even though I am genuinely happy for the people that I love, and excited for their little miracles, tonight I'm having a hard time reading about all of the announcements of expectant mothers and first teeth and last days of preschool and kindergarten. Of first words and food aversions and even of "horror" stories of staying up all night with a crying or teething child. I feel like the Mr. and I are missing out on the most beautiful and wonderful gifts that life has to offer. And we can't do anything about it. The more we actively try to pursue having a family, the more our dreams seem to be put on hold. Obviously there are reasons. And most days I'm okay with it. In fact, most of the time, I feel pretty happy. But tonight I'm weak.<br /><br />Tonight, simply put, I feel like I'm not good enough. Like I'm failing as a person. I feel like my talents just aren't as good as everyone else's. These days, anyone can pick up a camera and do photography. What makes me think I am special? And don't even get me started with music. I know that so many people are hundreds more times talented than me and I've started to resign to the fact that I'm just not special and never really will be. I wish I was eloquent with words and could inspire people with my blog like so many others have done. But I'm not and I can't. And then there's the whole mother thing. As much as we want and beg and plead with the Lord to bring us babies, it's not happening. For years. It's just not happening.<br /><br />I know that people, in response to this post, will write and say things like "It will happen. It will happen for you guys." And "you'll probably end up with a house full of kids, just you wait." And I know that it will happen. Our time to be parents will come. It will. I have hope in that and I don't think I can ever lose hope in that. But just for tonight, I'm feeling so left out of life. I'm having vivid nightmares of those days when I was a kid and was the last to be picked for the kickball team or when playing "Red Rover" no one would ask to send Cristi right over. I feel like life is going on, circling on, around me. And I'm just stuck. Left out of the fun and the joy and laughter.<br /><br />I know what the solution is. And I need to come closer to my Heavenly Father. Only He can dry my tears and only He can lift me to greater heights. And really, I guess it doesn't matter if I'm not special in the eyes of the world. Or in the eyes of my friends. Or in the eyes of the blogging community. Or the eyes of mothers in the park. I know that I am special in the eyes of my Father in Heaven. I know that He loves me. And I know that my husband loves me.<br /><br />I am not one to ask for people to pray for me. I never have been. But we feel it so important to ask for the prayers and love of our friends and family during this time in the adoption of this little boy from Africa. If you have read my former posts, you will know why. If you would like to join us in prayer, in fasting, we would be so eternally grateful.<br /><br />I know that the feelings I'm having tonight will pass. In fact, most likely, by tomorrow I'll be back to feeling like myself - happy, blessed and full of gratitude. And ... I should write on my blog MORE during those times. It seems like lately, I'm only posting when things are down. I need to recognize the hand of the Lord in my life more and post our day to day blessings and miracles too.<br /><br />I just had the quote pop into my head from Elder Jeffrey R. Holland from last General Conference. In talking about the death of his beloved wife, an infant daughter, and a young son, he said, "I've never asked '<span style="font-style: italic; ">why'</span>, but rather '<span style="font-style: italic; ">what is it that He wants me to learn from this experience?</span>' I think that's a good way to face the unpleasant things in our life - not complaining, but <span style="font-weight: bold; ">thanking</span> the Lord for the trust He places in us when He gives us the opportunity to overcome difficulties."<br /><br />Okay, "self." Now I definitely know what I need to work on!<br /><br />Thank you for letting me vent and ramble tonight. I feel much better already! :)</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-39123945661575302972009-10-29T12:45:00.000-06:002009-10-29T13:22:08.634-06:00June, Continued<div style="text-align: left;">In the middle of June, the Mr. and I made a big decision. The adoption process in Africa was taking a painfully long amount of time. It was currently at a stand still and we didn't know how long it would take to eventually go through ... IF if went through at all.</div><div><br /></div><div>One day, we started thinking about the prospect of adopting an infant, here from the United</div><div> States, while we waited for the international adoption to go through. The more we thought about it, prayed about it, the more excited we got!</div><div><br /></div><div>We immediately found a local agency through a referral and started our paperwork with them.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFZ6Wp7K05y9cbuGV5qSloFrR1bzhl8Hsh8xZKjObz6iRdplcg9-Ww0kGgEJGuwU59oSYl4l_TUpnMqEtsEYuMEKOFcbWiIeOJYfRRtLZGmMVaNhiM2-B-wSCUdm73peyhlcGKt2VRSc/s400/IMG_9842.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398086383079787826" /><div style="text-align: center;">It's amazing how different, how beautiful the world started looking to us again - full of hope.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-36838343156642793412009-10-29T12:40:00.000-06:002009-10-29T13:22:20.688-06:00July<div style="text-align: center;">"Gallbladders are overrated!"</div><div><br /></div><div>That was my post headline at the end of June, after having spent over 5 hours in the ER, finding out I was having a gallbladder attack.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzYxUbAf379y7lfWLzp0rMcrFQbzRgcsrYOclZltD5yGOOtS2S2JfqRNc-vvY_L7KfJeve4W19KZAKrycD6nJBO2xy_KDpQm-8zJuiDQ5F5RZYUCWVtgANj1skYSYRRvASvHkAQMZ2V7c/s400/19260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398087060990784450" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, at the very beginning of July, I went in for immediate emergency surgery to have my gallbladder removed.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The surgery went well. Obviously it went well enough for me to be up and going to Lake Powell just about a week and a half later with the family! Although, I took the time to mostly just heal. And I didn't even get in the water (couldn't soak my incisions yet), which was a great feat for me!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwO_omQ4qpFnlSXKUkosg9yHZpVOWFsYKTDW1TKGiqZyDGlvC0SBXsJhl919ajgmbSGm3gVLyiv7qBX2ghedwF6xNRJDWQYWAMBABCxFtigZF7iFt3LhxjXBTCkx6K3GV7C7ny4-xfjs/s400/IMG_1533.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398088063730697458" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I actually did recover quite well and pretty quickly from the surgery. And in no time, was back to doing fun, summer activities that took up the rest of July.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-91088282029924205902009-10-29T12:35:00.000-06:002009-10-29T13:22:34.942-06:00August<div>July ended and August started off with a bang by the Mr. and I celebrating our FIFTH wedding anniversary by taking two more of our "game show win" trips - to Beverly Hills and the Hamptons.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">On the night of our anniversary, we went down to the Santa Monica Pier and rode the ferris wheel at sunset - twice. Very romantic.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknkq3PSd13C_JDM0m1ujLLXdPKeBx3b0lGrLXxyYQaQrFuRRJKt-TtRUwEaMCpfAbOMPkEIxM9ZJeE95QFslL2oRI2I4oknwkmhAndK9XoLt_4ybJ4izG1Ry5eKOfDRV-Lqe9022L1sg/s400/IMG_1959a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398099131467415682" /><div style="text-align: center;">The next day, we flew out to the Hamptons and enjoyed a relaxing seven day stay.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDZebs7bIT-BJnlNsmpUF-_0p-Ak19xt7JntxiHO-316rys-5rU-pboC4mDJo04rfT-nAg39kbsjBURQqMmhT9cBK4Safjy4czNLU1vt2Xv6355I8VD82i3PPpKgEuqxZKjg3IvuvRdU/s1600-h/IMG_2237.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDZebs7bIT-BJnlNsmpUF-_0p-Ak19xt7JntxiHO-316rys-5rU-pboC4mDJo04rfT-nAg39kbsjBURQqMmhT9cBK4Safjy4czNLU1vt2Xv6355I8VD82i3PPpKgEuqxZKjg3IvuvRdU/s1600-h/IMG_2237.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDZebs7bIT-BJnlNsmpUF-_0p-Ak19xt7JntxiHO-316rys-5rU-pboC4mDJo04rfT-nAg39kbsjBURQqMmhT9cBK4Safjy4czNLU1vt2Xv6355I8VD82i3PPpKgEuqxZKjg3IvuvRdU/s400/IMG_2237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398099134603070626" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374330586101505250.post-73808414489162533562009-10-29T12:30:00.000-06:002009-10-29T13:23:00.453-06:00DiagnosedOn Wednesday, August 19, I wrote the following entry on our personal blog:<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">Today, I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. The diagnosis was based on years of symptoms, but mostly on the "points test." If 11 out of the 18 points that they test are tender or painful, they give you a positive diagnosis. 13 out of the 18 points tested positive for me.<div><br /></div><div>It's interesting that I wasn't upset at all. My initial response was, "Well, just chalk this up to one more experience that I'm meant to have in this life!" And the scripture kept running through my mind,</div><div><br /></div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times, fantasy;font-size:medium;">know thou, my [daughter], that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Times, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;">At this point in time, I'm seriously just so grateful to be alive and to have a body! I wouldn't trade this earthly experience for anything! That's right - the infertility and miscarriages, the arthritis, Lyme Disease, Fibromyalgia, and whatever else will be thrown my way. I wouldn't trade it for the chance to come to earth and receive a body. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for entrusting me with this tabernacle.</span></span></span></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com