Posts Tagged ‘Life’

Saturday morning I walked with MyMama in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure in Fort Worth, TX.

We walked in honor of MyAunt Marcella B. Pittman.

We also walked in honor of MyMama who is a seven-year breast cancer survivor.

MyMama in her Super Survivor Cape.

And MyDearFriend who was recently diagnosed with Stage Four breast cancer.

We had a wonderful day.

It was emotional,

but it was so beautiful to see that sea of pink.

There were survivors EVERYWHERE!

We’ll walk again next year,

hopefully with a team of supporters

Sunday morning,

Shug & I woke up early.

We prayed and then we went to MyParents.

Shug & MyDaddy boiled 68 lbs of crawfish.

MyBigBrother and cousin came over,

and we devoured all of them except for about 10 lbs!

They were delicious!!

So there it is,

I had a wonderful weekend!

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March 29, 2005 was the day we decided to throw away birth control.

As much as we were loving on each other,

we didn’t think that it would take long for me to get pregnant.

Every month we got excited because my period was two to three weeks late.

Little did we know that was classic PCOS.

We’d find that out three years later.

Anyway,

it’s five years later and we’re still not parents.

BARREN!

I’ve been down in the dumps,

really low.

My period started on March 29th.

Felt like a slap in the face.

My 41-year-old uterus is useless.

I decided to climb out of the darkness.

I have a lot to be thankful for.

Shug and I are in a good place.

We still love and respect each other.

We still want the best for each other.

And we’re seriously looking into other options for starting our family.

So,

I think I’ll be posting more.

It’s time to move on.

Time to stop obsessing about how much time has passed.

Look forward to the future.

God has something special planned for us.

Otherwise we wouldn’t have made this far.

 Together.

FIVE YEARS = 60 Months.

MyMama - All dressed up for an awards ceremony in 2006

MyBigger Brother & MyMama - Cozumel, Mexico December 2009

MyMama & MyDaddy - Christmas 2008

66 and effortlessly fabulous.

She is a breast cancer survivor.

December 9, 2009 marked her sixth year cancer free.

On Saturday morning she found a lump about the size of a nickel in her right breast.

The same breast that her cancer was in before.

Because she is effortlessly fabulous,

she’s taking this in stride.

She called her oncologist right after she found the lump.

She’s being scheduled for an ultrasound & mammogram.

She is in good spirits,

concerned but not afraid.

She does BSE (breast self exams) every time she showers.

THIS is something new.

Something that basically popped up overnight.

MyBrothers & I are falling apart.

We’ve been able to handle MyDaddy’s renal cancer and subsequent renal failure for the past 11 years.

But  MyMama?!?!

She has always been in good health.

Even when she had her lumpectomy and radiation.

She was still the picture of good health.

This is scary!

We’re walking on faith.

If you pray,

please pray for MyMama.

If you chant,

please chant for MyMama.

However you worship, pray, praise……

Whatever you do!

Please keep MyMama in your thoughts and prayers.

My Fabulous Mama!

*UPDATE*

PRAISE GOD & BABY JESUS!

IT’S A FATTY CYST.

IT WILL BE MONITORED,

BUT SHE IS FINE!

WHEW!!

MY FABULOUS MAMA!!

MyMama isn’t going to be able to donate a kidney to MyDaddy.

She is devastated.

Her kidney function wouldn’t be at a healthy level if she donates.

A co-worker of mine has offered to donate.

He faxed his paperwork yesterday.

Isn’t that amazingly wonderful?

Thanksgiving was nice,

but no one was in the mood for turkey.

We ate gumbo and cornbread dressing.

We’ve decided to volunteer next year.

I see my  doctor on Monday,

I’ve decided to tell her that we are no longer trying to conceive.

She’ll probably put my on hbp medication.

Which is fine,

my uterus and ovaries are useless.

My annual is on Thursday.

I’ll probably make my doctor cry again.

There’s more,

but I’m still not in the mood to write.

This blog is depressing as hell!

MyDaddy - Mardi Gras 2007

My birthday was wonderful.

All that anxiety for nothing.

41 feels fabulous.

MyDaddy had surgery yesterday.

He came through surgery well,

but we had a bit of a scare while he was in recovery.

He was having trouble breathing.

His blood oxygen level was 85%,

after sticking a tube down his throat and nose,

and working on him they got it up to 96%.

Normal is 95-100%.

He retained a lot of fluid from surgery,

so they sent him to dialysis and kept him overnight.

He’s probably going to go home today after his surgeon checks him out.

It’ was pretty scary,

but he’s breathing fine now,

and he feels so much better.

So glad that all’s well!

41

It’s one thing to say you’re 40,

but BEING in your 40’s is totally different!

At least it is,

in my mind.

Last year at this time, 

I was just trying to keep my head above water.

This year,

Shug is healthy,

we’re happy,

and all is as well as it could be.

I’m blessed to be able to see 41.

It’s just a number……

mehNot much.

Freaking the fuck out about turning 41 on Sunday, November 15th.

Took my braids out last weekend, rocking a natural fro.

Shug hates it.

Too bad, I’m rocking the natural hair for at least a month.

I miss The Tchoupitoulas so much.

I take out his box of toys out every now and then and smell his collar.

His scent is almost gone.

I cried on Saturday because The Breeder’s Cup was on.

 MyBaby Chop loved horse racing.

I’m looking forward to December 26th.

The entire family (MyMama, MyDaddy, Bigger Brother & his family, Big Brother & his daughter, me & Shug) is going on a cruise to celebrate Mom & Dad’s 45th Anniversary.

The kidney transplant will be in January, after we return from Mexico.

In the meantime, MyDaddy is having his gallbladder removed on Tuesday.

It’s only functioning at 15% and he’s in a lot of pain.

Shug’s Grandmother was placed in hospice last month.

We took a quick trip home to visit with her.

Yesterday the hospice nurse released her from hospice.

A home health care agency is going to care for her.

We’re convinced Grandma is going to outlive all of us.

Shug & I plan on travelling a lot next year.

We’ve also decided not take anymore fertility meds.

As I said before, it’s a waste of time and money.

I don’t know where that leaves my blog.

I’ll probably continue to blog, but more about our life.

Whatever I blog about, hopefully it will be more often.

I’ve been in a funk and haven’t felt like blogging.

Have I mentioned that I’m FREAKING THE FUCK OUT about turning 41?!

ummm……….yeah……….so that’s what’s really happening.