On Hiatus

2015 was sh*t.  And that's not an understatement.  

And I don't want to leave you guys hanging, waiting for a new blog post, especially when I don't plan on publishing one anytime soon.  

I have loved writing about my health situation(s) and sharing my life with you.  Right now, I'm going to go out and, hopefully, find that elusive thing called healing.  

Healing is freedom from worry.

Healing is to live and not pretend to live.

Healing is gratitude.

Healing is balance.

Healing is letting go.

Healing is the energy of now.

~Terri Guillemets

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A Great Message for the Year's End

Hey World!  I want to share with you something that I'm really loving lately. 

I've hinted at this recently but in case you didn't know, this has been the worst year of my life...HANDS DOWN.  Yeah, I know!  We didn't think anything could top the first part of 2013.  But no, 2015 takes the cake.  Many people are sad or stunned to see that we are officially in December now, and not June or April.  Not me. I am thrilled.  Quite possibly, overjoyed that the year is coming to an end.  SEE YA. 

Recently, I decided to take control of my life again, or at least grab the reins on the things I do have control of. Mainly, my day-to-day happiness. In a time where so much s&*t has happened and keeps happening, it can be hard to find the motivation to enjoy life...to appreciate what you have in spite of all you've lost...to continue living with with a positive attitude...to keep having hope for a bright future.  

I find that the best way to encourage myself is to start the day off with something positive.  Some people pray, read, exercise or meditate.  For the past couple of weeks now, I've been starting my mornings listening to this:  

It's a great song to scream/sing along to in the shower, and it has a great message. It's such a great reminder for anyone, that if you're still standing...if you're able to get out of bed the next day and join everyone in the world...if you're still trying, then that's worth something.  

Whatever you're going through, you will beat this.  You are beating it.  You're still breathing.  You're still alive. You're fighting the good fight, and you're winning.  

"If you're going through hell, keep going."

Winston Churchill

I've taken a long break, and it's not ending anytime soon. I do miss you, and I miss writing for you and sharing my life with you--ups and downs, good and bad.  

Some bad things have happened.  Some good things too.  But also a lot of bad.  

I'm looking forward to a time when I have the motivation/confidence/emotional stability to write it out for you.  

Until then, I appreciate you. And the grace that you're granting me.  

A Tale of Two Surgeries

"Do not pray for an easy life,

pray for the strength to endure a difficult one."

--Bruce Lee

Originally, this blog post was supposed to be about the time I had an emergency appendectomy while 11-weeks pregnant.  Before the surgery, I asked the surgeon if he'd ever performed an appendectomy on someone who was pregnant and had a kidney transplant.  He said no.  He said there was a 50/50 chance the growing baby would survive.  Then I squeezed my mom's hand and was taken to the operating room.  

They Don't Talk About the First Trimester-- Part Three

Welcome back everyone to the final installment of my first trimester diary.  Just to recap:

--Here you can read my reasons for keeping and posting my diary on the internet, along with the first installment;
--Here is the second installment.

And we've reached the end!  Let's catch up with me as I finished my eighth week of pregnancy: