Friday, September 16, 2011

I'm Cute?

I woke up this mornng and my hair (YUP, I've got hair now...real hair) is sticking up all over the place (it is a different texture than it used to be..all of it in front of my head is completely straight and the back is curly...the straight hair likes to stand on end when I sleep...I guess the dreams scare it to death.) and I throw on my sweats and a long sleeved shirt (it's getting colder now) and stumble around sorting the laundry to put into the washer.  My husband walks by and pats me and tells me how cute I am.  CUTE?  Horrifying would be my take on my looks first thing in the morning...but as long as he thinks so, I'm good with that.

Today is my flex day off and I've wasted about 3 hours of my life helping someone with a scheduling problem that they created themselves.  Ugh...I thought I was going to have a leisurely morning, reconciling my discover and bank account but it is already noon an I haven't gotten to it yet.  I decided blogging sounded like more fun. 

I've also done a fun round with the oncology department and the insurance company this morning.  I get my port flushd every 4 weeks and until this last flushing they didn't charge me for it.  This time they charged me and my insurance refused to pay according to the oncology dept.  They tell me I should call my insurance company.  So....I call my insurance company and they say they never received the bill.  They give me some hints and tips about submitting to pass back to the oncology department.  (Why these two groups can't talk to each other, I'll never know...) So I call the oncology department back and they say they will resubmit.  (More time wasted that I'll never get

I got a call today from the Boeing Wellness Group.  They think they can help me lose the weight I've gained since chemo.  I told them that if they could tape my mouth shut it might help.  lol  We are going to try to get me moving around more.  That isn't so easy since all my joints hurt when I move.  The Femara seems to be causing this so I may get them to switch to a different hormone blocking medication.  My oncologyst says there are three kinds that he can prescribe.  I see him again on the 18th of Oct so we shall see then.  Anyway, the goal is 10,000 steps a day (or 5 miles).  10,000 steps sounds like less to me so I'll keep that number in my head.  HA

Here is some Max for today:

"He Knows

By Max Lucado

“The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us.” John 1:14 NIV

The one to whom we pray knows our feelings. He knows our temptation. He has felt discouraged. He has been hungry and sleepy and tired . . . He nods in understanding when we pray in anger . . . He smiles when we confess our weariness . . .

He, too, knew the drone of the humdrum and the weariness that comes with long days . . . God became flesh and dwelt among us."

By Grace Alone -


Monday, September 12, 2011

Every Day is a Gift

How quickly we become complacent about our days...I try to remember every morning that each day is a gift.  Sometimes I forget and whine and moan about something annoying in my day and then I snap my head up and remember that there are others that aren't as blessed as I am and I need to keep that in the forefront of my living.  I had a sore throat and a fever yesterday and complained about it most of the afternoon and evening and even considered laying in bed today and nursing myself back to health but instead, I got out of bed this morning and pressed on with my day and I am SO glad that I did.

A friend of mine came into my office this morning and started telling me about 3 people that he knew that had recently lost the battle with Cancer.  I am working with another gentleman that is a Lt. Colonel with the army and is part of a rotational program to learn how the big businesses do 'business' and he was telling me that his father-in-law died last year from cancer and his mother-in-law was also diagnosed with Leukemia within a month of his father-in-law's diagnosis.  So many people do not have the luxury that I had of catching that horrible disease before it gets the better of them.  I am blessed and I need to continue to remember this each day. 

So, if you're feeling complacent about your life and complaining about how your days are going and how upset you are that it is Monday instead of Friday...take a minute...pull your head up and remember that each day is a Gift that God has given us.  Like the old song goes...Don't Worry....Be Happy...8-)  Let the Joy of Jesus shine out of your countenance today and everyday.

So here is some Max for today:


By Max Lucado

“My cup overflows with blessings.” Psalm 23:5 NLT

Is an overflowing cup full? Absolutely. The wine reaches the rim and then tumbles over the edge. The goblet is not large enough to contain the quantity. According to David, our hearts are not large enough to contain the blessings that God wants to give. He pours and pours until they literally flow over the edge and down on the table . . .

The last thing we need to worry about is not having enough. Our cup overflows with blessings."

By Grace Alone -


Sunday, September 11, 2011

Time in a Bottle

Have you ever thought of the intelligence required to fill medication bins? 

I have 3 separate weekly medication bins (I call them bins because they hold the individual daily groups of pills ...not sure what they are really called) and I have to fill up one of them weekly (This one holds my daily multi vitamin, vitamin E, Flax seed, and potassium pills and we'll call it bin #1) and the other two I have 2 bins for each group so I only fill them up once every two weeks.  (These we will call Bins 2 & 3) 

Bin #1 contains the pills that I need to take with food in the morning and I take them at work after I get my Starbucks.   The milk in the Starbucks takes care of any ill effects of taking those on an empty stomach.  (Yet another great reason to have a Starbucks coffee every morning...that list just goes on and 

Bin #2 contains first thing in the morning and bedtime pills.  (There are AM and PM bins in this one) Morning pills consisting of 8 necessary pills and evening pills consisting of 6 necessary pills (All these pills range from allergy medications to arrhythmia medication). 

Bin #3 contains the 4 pills I take with supper.  All of those have to be taken with food.  (These range from cancer blocking meds to more flax seed pills.)  Every Sunday morning I spend about 30 minutes of my time putting the right pills in the right bins.

This is time I will  never get back.  Ugh.  I know it is important that I take all these pills...they are the fine mesh that holds me together but I do find myself resenting time wasted on the loading of pills into individual bins.  lol 

Of course, the alternate is carrying a bag of pill bottles around with me everywhere I go and popping one in my mouth now and then.  Yeah, this is the best method  but it is still annoying that it has almost become a second job keeping up with what pills I'm supposed to be taking when. 

I had my beauty appointment with my friend Nancy yesterday.  We always have a good time catching up on what has happened in each other's lives for the last three weeks.  She has such a wonderful sweet spirit. 

I chatted with my Mom for a while yesterday and she is doing well and looking good.  She's been losing some weight which is a sign that she is getting over some of her depression about the loss of my Dad.  (I think I found the 7 lbs that she  Of course, she would probably never admit that she was down but I could see different signs that she wasn't totally up to par.  She made a major move to Texas just as my Dad was declining so there have been a lot of changes in her life over the last year.  I worry about her a lot but I know my sister (who she just lives a little bit away from) is there for her if she needs her. 

Here is today's Max for you..


By Max Lucado

“Do good to me, your servant, so I can live, so I can obey your word.” Psalm 119:17

God loves to decorate. God has to decorate. Let Him live long enough in a heart, and that heart will begin to change. Portraits of hurt will be replaced by landscapes of grace. Walls of anger will be demolished and shaky foundations restored. God can no more leave a life unchanged than a mother can leave her child’s tear untouched."

By Grace Alone -