An Ode to Thyroidina

Oh, you cantankerous little gland. For two plus decades you served your purpose so very swell-

Perhaps you were taken for granted, a plight your host has known often and  well.

 Whilst our third decennial neared, you rebelled, attacked, making me your poached –

Bringing countless health issues, and on youthful vitality, savagely encroached!

You made raven tresses fall with tears on my pillow, and with haste, depleted once fresh vigor –

You incited mood swings and fatigue. You caused undesirable “parts” to grow bigger!

 Oh, but with dreaded needles and hours of waiting, came the words: “Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis”-

No big deal, it runs in Dad’s family…with thyroid hormones, I’ll BEAT THIS!

Life moved on, the levels watched; as necessary, Synthroid dosages adjusted-

Another ten years passed, all seemed better…and in the Endocrinologist, I simply trusted. 

In the oddest of timing, again you asserted your wild, unyielding rebellion-

Reawakening issues with overall health - you mean little, destructive, half –ounced,  HELLION! 

With renewed determination, you again declared war on me, your innocent host-

Thyroid Cancer suspected; Surgery ordered - and radiated iodine, secondary, at most.

 Oh, Thyroidina –  but who has the last laugh?

I? Recounting your terror, while in a relaxed, reclined, and recuperative position? –

You?  With that hideous moniker?  In a jar - In the office of a well-paid physician?

 Hah! Victory is mine-

No longer will you burden me with ailments hard defined!

 I’m beginning afresh, with turtle necks and 60s inspired scarves-

A lifetime of Synthroid and Cytomel, and a “soon-to-be delicate” scar.

 Thyroidina, my newly defeated nemesis, your remaining days, will BE ...

 Benign, in a jar – no longer able to torment ME!

 TLH

 

Day 2 - Post Op at Northside Hospital.... Still very swollen and very drugged!
But...on the road to full recovery!

TGP: Day 20

Day 20

Saturday, August 20th, 2011

 

So many reasons to be grateful today!  It began with a seven mile walk with "Christian Runners". Closely walking with Cyndy and Caroline afforded great conversation, as always.  While not a "morning person", it does feel great to get outside and get the walking out of the way before all other Saturday festivities begin.   

Today, Bill and Britt planned and executed a "family birthday dinner" - a small, intimate gathering.  It was perfect!  (Especially, since I had no responsibilities in the preparation!)  Bill and Britt spoiled me by allowing the opportunity to knock a few things off of my "to do" list.  Meanwhile, they did the grocery shopping, table setting, cooking, etc.  The "free time" in and of itself, was a wonderful gift! 

Lily and Bella had a shower today, I wasn't sure it would be well-received, but they didn't seem to mind so much!  (One task off my list!)  The other thing I definitely wanted to accomplish was the purchase of new pjs/gowns for the hospital and recovery at home.... Given the expected location of the incision, it's necessary to get tops that button down the front as opposed to pulling over the head.  My PJ mission started and stopped at TJ Maxx - 7 pairs of cute, "company friendly" pjs, with buttons.  Of course, 2 pairs of  matching slippers and a new journal were critical additions to the cart.  It is important to properly "accessorize" regardless of where you are or how you feel!


Today, I am grateful for the opportunity to follow through on tasks.  Moreso, I'm grateful for the family that surrounded our kitchen table this evening.  In a world where so many go hungry, my tummy is full.  In a world where many are lonely, I am surrounded by loving family and friends.  In a world where people don't know where they'll sleep tonight, I am blessed beyond measure. 

"Day 1" of my 43rd birthday celebration was an absolute delightful day!

TGP: Day 19

Day 19

Friday, August 19th, 2011

Another busy day today!  Whenever you know in advance that you're going to be "out of the loop" for a bit - there is so much preparation, both in the office and at home.  Phew!  I think the upcoming three weeks of rest and recuperation will be of double benefit.

William was able to get an early flight home this evening, providing time for a date night that would've been impossible otherwise.  Date nights have always been important to us - and no doubt, date nights help us stay emotionally connected, while simply enjoying each other's company, and maintaining the friendship that was core to our foundation.  We know too many married couples who neglect "dating". Too many focus on careers and children and at some point start taking their "best friend" for granted, causing that most important relationship to falter.

In my HUMBLE opinion - date nights are crucial to a happy marriage. Dates don't have to be expensive...but do need to be intentional and fun. When the children were small - "dates" were no less important than they are now.  In fact, I think date nights led to a happier, better connected "us"  which ultimately benefitted our three babies and made us better parents.

We both desire quality "downtime" together - whether sitting on the deck on Sunday evenings, movie nights in the den, or weekend getaways. When life at times seems overwhelming, date nights help put everything in perspective. Date nights sharpen us as a couple, elicit laughter and "good tears" , while building new memories and reflecting on cherished old ones. 

While totally undeserved, I'm grateful for my husband - for the way he takes care of me, and in the ways he's intentional about creating special moments for us to share.  He's very caring and he is protective.  While I'm at peace with next week's surgery, it's obvious after tonight, that he's greatly concerned.  Having another care so deeply for you is indescribably amazing, comforting and trustbuilding.  He is my biggest fan and my forever best friend....and I am his.

We are two imperfect people,

still growing, but growing  together.

For my wonderful Husband,

my very best friend -

I have and will always be grateful... 

He loves me well. 

So much more than I deserve.

TGP: Day 18

Day 18

Thursday, August 18th, 2011

Yesterday afternoon I met with the surgeon for additional testing and to review risks and benefits associated with a thyroidectomy.  Surgery is less than a week out.  I feel well-informed on all aspects of the upcoming procedure and all things thyroid-related.  I'm grateful for the information that's been so easily accessible.  As a friend who recently went through Breast Cancer said, "information is our friend."   There is something calming and empowering about "knowing/understanding" conditions, options, surgical reviews, etc. 

What was initially expected to be a right lobectomy - is now going to be a Total Thyroidectomy. At first that seemed a bit intimidating, but the surgeon helped me to see the many reasons that total removal is the better, safer option overall.   It's amazing too, that so many people encountered lately have gone through thyroid surgery of some type. It seems fairly common - and most indicate a very favorable outcome after healing is completed.  

I'm grateful for the information so easily attained and for the myriad of people who've offered encouragement through sharing their individual experiences.  There is an absolute plethora of websites and support groups dedicated to "all things thyroid."  YAY!  I'm embracing the "knowledge is power" stance.... but leaning more heavily on prayer, mine and others. 

As the days and the medical appointments accumulate, I find myself seriously thankful for the phenomenal  attention available.   In the US, we are all blessed to have access to sophisticated medical care.  In other parts of the world, medical attention is severely lacking.  People suffer greatly and even die from what we would consider minor ailments.   How can we not be grateful for the stellar resources available?

 

TGP: Day 17

Day 17

Wednesday, August 17th

First on my mind this morning, were thoughts about the movie "The Help".  Having seen it just last night, with a group of friends - it's fresh on my mind.  It's hard to imagine living in a world where people were treated as insignificant, solely because of the color of their skin.  Racism is one of those things that has bewildered me for as long as I recall. 

I have many black friends whom I love dearly and trust implicitly.  Some are mentors, some peers.  Like most of my friends - they are incredible, Godly, fun, trustworthy - "salt of the earth".  It sickens me to think that just a few decades ago, they would've been alienated because of a darker complexion. 

Born in the second half of 1968 - I never experienced segregation and racial bias firsthand. If I witnessed it as a small child, I was oblivious.  It wasn't until just a few years ago, that I learned the elementary school I attended as a child had been an exclusively "black" school until a year or two before I was enrolled in first grade.  (Kimball Bridge Elementary School in Alpharetta... no longer there.)

While there are still "closed minded" people who choose to assign values and expectations based on superficial factors - their number seems to be dwindling.  I look forward to a day when there is no remaining prejudice whatsoever -  whether bias against a certain color, national origin, religious affiliation, etc. 

Visiting the MLK Center, learning about the racial tensions of the 60s through books and movies, hearing stories from "older generations"  - I am extremely grateful that we live in a world today, where color does not limit one's options. 

I'll also go out on a limb and say that while I'm NOT a fan of President Obama - I'm grateful that our nation did not allow color to prohibit his presidential victory. On that note,  I was  not a fan of President Clinton either.... BUT realize that in both cases, we are called to respect the position these men hold, regardless of their policies and political positions.  (Romans 13:1-7)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

During my freshman year at NGC, my roommate, Bethany - turned me on to "new wave" and among the groups we listened to most often was Depeche Mode.  Their song "People are People" was a thought-provoking favorite.  (I attempted to load the music video below)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

¹Let every person be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God. ²Therefore whoever resists the authorities resists what God has appointed, and those who resist will incur judgment. ³For rulers are not a terror to good conduct, but to bad. Would you have no fear of the one who is in authority? Then do what is good, and you will receive his approval, ⁴for he is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God’s wrath on the wrongdoer. ⁵Therefore one must be in subjection, not only to avoid God’s wrath but also for the sake of conscience. ⁶For because of this you also pay taxes, for the authorities are ministers of God, attending to this very thing. ⁷ Pay to all what is owed to them: taxes to whom taxes are owed, revenue to whom revenue is owed, respect to whom respect is owed, honor to whom honor is owed.  (Romans 13:1-7)

TGP: Day 16

Day 16

Tuesday, August 16th, 2011

 A "typical" Sunday Morning at FBC -
where it all comes together. (from the mezzanine)

I'm grateful that years ago, Larry G. made the decision to offer me a part-time position on the FBC staff. That position evolved over the years, allowing the flexibility to be home with the kids when they were small - and continually changing in a manner consistent with changing family dynamics. Now, with all the children grown, it's a full time role. Few have the privilege of serving alongside such warm and wonderful friends on a daily basis.  Not only were my children raised at FBC - but it's where I've grown up in many ways, as well.

This week will be spent in ardent preparation for medical leave...the last thing I want to do is to leave friends and extended family in a bind, or overburdened. Besides, leaving things in optimum order will clear my mind and allow me to better enjoy all the jello, broth, smoothies, movies and books that are in my immediate future! 

Today, five of my closest friends/pastors gathered around and prayed over me, for the upcoming surgery, my family, the doctor, healing, etc. Since this is a typical occurence on the "second floor", the significance of that sweet time of prayer, could easily be overlooked.  If my office was within a secular company, the odds of that impromptu time of intercession would be minimal to nil. 

 

I'm grateful for the many friends at FBC... for the mentors, my "adopted family", the daily laughter, the occasional heartfelt tears, encouragement and accountability, frequent hugs, prayer - all vital to our authentic community.  We are all very "real" with each other - and it's incredibly refreshing and free to be "who you are" without reservation.

From the beginning, I've never once referred to my role as "work".  To be a part of such an amazing group of people, fulfilling God's mission and call, is an incredible, incredible GIFT. For this ministry and for all the people involved, past and present, I will be eternally grateful. 

Staff Retreat 2005

Many of my closest friends and mentors are in these photos...and while some of the faces have changed over the years, the ones that left are no less dear. They have all left an indelible mark.

Staff Retreat 2009

  

TGP: Day 15

Day 15

Monday, August 15th, 2011

Well, it's quite ironic that this "gratitude journey" began 15 days ago - and there was absolutely no INKLING of what this month would bring.  Focusing on the multiple  gifts within each day has undoubtedly helped improve perspective.  I was reminded too, that God inhabits the praises of His people.  Given the peace experienced thus far, there is no doubt that it's from Him.  Thankfully, I've got many friends and family members who are praying and encouraging me through this little "interruption." 

Don't confuse my outlook with a disingenuous "Pollyanna" attitude. Trust me - if there is ANYONE who would go to great extremes to avoid needle biopsies, blood work and hospitals - it would be ME!  To be clear, I don't "fear" needles/blood/hospitals, etc. I simply possess an incredible aversion to these things, stemming from an insane amount of medical trauma in the teen years - experiences that few could come close to comprehending.  On the other hand, I'm grateful to have "top notch" medical care available.  It's necessary and to avoid care due to psychological scars would be foolish and far more costly in the long run. 

Well, today brought a couple of little "out of the norm" blessings:

•  Meeting with an insurance representative today made me thankful for electing the supplemental cancer policy last year.  (Just in case my result is in that "30%"...)
• Since I've been training for and excited about participating in the Susan G Komen 3-Day "Walk for the Cure" in October,  it was a bit disappointing to learn I'm now ineligible due to surgery.  However, I'm grateful to friends and family who contributed over $1000 for this worthy cause.  That's ultimately what it's all about.   2012's SGK3D will be here before we know it and I'll be enthusiastically "saving the tatas".
• WGH and I took his parents to a Gwinnett Braves game tonight, which proved to be an enjoyable and relaxing end to the day...  Right now, my pillow awaits...I'm grateful in advance for the sleep I will encounter within the next 10 minutes!

TGP: Day 14

Day 14

Sunday, August 14th, 2011

We arrived home late last night, fully exhausted - so this morning, I started the day out, grateful for a full, uninterrupted night of sleep.  Having had recent issues with insomnia - good sleep is cause for gratitude!  TRUST ME!

It was great to have my Pastor (also my "boss") back in the pulpit today.  Sitting between my baby girl and my wonderful hubby.... was also something that I cannot take for granted.  On the other side of Britt was her "man" , along with his sweet mom and sister... I love it!

We had a very meaningful time of worship and an incredible message on Hell...why would that be cause for thanks?  UH - because I'm very glad I'll not be spending eternity there! I'm BEYOND grateful God made a way for us to spend eternity in Heaven rather than facing eternal judgment - tormented and isolated. 

This evening was capped off with dinner at our dear friends' house - when I say "friends", it grossly undervalues the love we have for them.  They are an extension of our family - theirs is a house where all of my kids feel at home, and theirs are equally comfortable in ours.  The best times we have are typically around the kitchen or dining room table - almost always involving food of some type and perhaps even a glass or two of wine.  We literally can sit and talk about "real life stuff" - which we all have dealt with much.  Just as easily, we can sit and laugh hysterically.  Tonight, a scrumptious dinner (that I didn't have to prepare) with great friends, a little wine, our children, and daughter's boyfriend - who feels equally welcome and at ease - was EXACTLY the perfect ending to a slightly challenging week. 

I'm grateful for such dear friends - the kind that truly know all of your "stuff" and love you in spite.  The kind of friends who will go out of their way for you on a moment's notice. The kind of friends that you can be comfortable around in sweats, a ponytail and no makeup...the kind of friends that your children think of as "second parents"....the kind of friends that you have no reservations about giving access to your security codes, garage door codes, extra keys, etc.  The kind of friends you can cry with just as easily as you laugh with.  I can't imagine life without them - and am very grateful that I'll not have to. These are the friends we'll have til death.  I'm immensely grateful that God caused our lives to intersect many years ago - during an otherwise "unmemorable" season of Little League baseball.  How blessed we are!  (Love you guys...)

Our "Extended Family" - We are so BLESSED by these amazing friends!

TGP: Day 13

Day 13

Saturday, August 13th, 2011

Today was the "Celebration of Life" for Aunt Jodie.  She would have been very honored by the turnout, the tributes, and the incredible amount of love shown not just for her - but for the ones she left behind. 

It seems that Jodie was very consistent with her humorous commentary, her wide smile and boisterous laughter - as these were qualities referenced throughout the Memorial Service and in side bar conversations throughout today's events. How wonderful to have such a "positive" disposition - and to have "positively" affected all those around her.  I'm grateful that her children and grandchildren have memories of her which instantly bring a smile to their face.  This was a gift to her family, that she probably didn't realize she was giving.  Priceless indeed.

Today, at the service, we all found out Aunt Jodie's favorite scripture:

⁸Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. Philipians 4:8

Aunt Jodie clearly lived out Philipians 4:8 -  her outlook showed in her demeanor, enhanced relationships, and brought joy and encouragement to all she encountered.  I'm reminded again that none of us want to be around a chronic complainer...the person who's glass remains "half empty" on the best of days...the person who compains incessantly about traffic, the economy, the house, their clothes, the car, the weather, the grass, their kids, what's on tv, wait times at restaurants, etc.  Instead of being "Debbie Downers" - they should be "Joyful Jodies". 

I'm grateful for Aunt Jodie's example ....  her life wasn't the easiest, her life wasn't perfect by any means, and her life was not absent of struggles - yet her joyful attitude is what everyone recalls when she comes to mind.   "Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things."  AMEN!

(A passage quite fitting for the "The Gratitude Project!)

TGP: Day 12

TGP: Day 12

Friday, August 12th, 2011

Twelve days ago, when I decided to journal some of the many reasons for gratitude - there was no inkling of the challenges that would be faced in this month.  This week alone: I found out my much-loved Dad had major surgery, remaining in the hospital for a week (sadly, finding out two weeks after his release); The undesired biopsy report came back; surgery was scheduled; Aunt Jodie unexpectedly left this Earth.  Just this morning, a friend contacted me, requesting prayer for her 15 year old daughter.  She ran away earlier this week and obviously, my friend is distraught. It's been a difficult week - and in spite of the news received - each day has come with many reasons for a grateful heart...some large - some small. 

It's been a very long day. Like every day of this eventful week - today has been full of reasons to be thankful:

• obviously, safe, enjoyable travel - never taken for granted.
• four hours of "margin" in the car was enjoyable - plenty of time for thinking, praying for my sweet friend and her daughter, and for singing at the top of my lungs (with no critics!)
• since my phone charger stopped working today, I stopped by the front desk to see if they had any that had been left behind - otherwise, I'd be buying one because one cannot go for days with a dead cell phone.  Fortunately, the desk clerk pulled one out that fit my phone - no trip to T-Mobile was necessary!
• There was a brief "15 minute" meeting and hug in a Shoney's parking lot. Another of my "Marine Mom" friends lives in Nashville so we were able to connect briefly - share a few words, hug and snap a couple of pictures.  "Lisa" is a sweetheart and one of many special ladies I've connected with and bonded online - since Tyler joined the USMC. It's always a really cool thing to actually "see" face to face my online friends.  Her hugs and sweet words were truly gifts.
• After seeing Lisa for a few minutes, I met my hubby at the Nashville Airport.  While waiting for him to approach the car, it was a bit like our "early days".  He's even better looking now than when "we" began and he's truly my best friend.  Seeing him walking across the parking lot - in my direction, I felt like an excited schoolgirl who was seeing the "man of her dreams" during a locker break. It's especially amazing to be reconnected with him after a long, news-filled, week.  (Not everyone feels this way about their husband, so these feelings - and this man, are an unbelievable gift!)
• After visitation at the funeral home, eight of us went to dinner - we sat and talked for a long time.  Hearing several "family legends" for the first time (for most of us) and reflecting on Jodie's wit, and lively spirit - smiles and laughs were frequent.  Thanks to Aunt Anne and Uncle Tommy - my cheeks are still a bit sore from laughing so hard...I hate that a loss is the cause for this gathering, but am appreciative of moments like this in the midst of it all. 
• After a long day, getting back to the hotel room - I'm thankful for the impulse purchase at Kroger this morning.  The bag of Dove Milk Chocolates on the nightstand was a welcome sight.  I opened one - the wrapper read "Create a Happy Place."  How appropriate for this 31 day endeavor.  Happiness, contentment, gratitude are possible every day...it's not an actual "place", but it's an "attitude of gratitude" we can foster by focusing on life's little gifts. 
• Who am I kidding?  I had a second chocolate - the wrapper on it read "Think of something that makes you smile."  Hmmm....there's a theme here.  (Wow - this wasn't an impulse purchase of milk chocolate, it must have been the leading of the Holy Spirit!)
• Well, I'm going to sleep next to my best friend after a long day...with a smile on my face - because I've just reviewed and recalled today's many gifts. 
• Okay, okay.... the third one read, "Break the Mold".   (I'll have to think about that!)

My "Marine Mom" friend, Lisa....a very sweet, beautiful and PETITE woman -
 at 5'9" I felt like a giant next to her - thus the "squat"!  It was SOOO good to see her in person!

TGP: Day 11

Day 11

Thursday, August 11th, 2011

On August 11th of every year, I am reminded of the most incredible, Godly, joyful, selfless woman I've ever known.  Fortunately for me, she was my grandmother.  500 miles separated us for most of my childhood - yet, we were extremely close.  She made knowing and loving me a priority.  In fact, I often thought she lavished me with more love than I received from others in my "immediate family."  Now, looking back - I know she did.  She was probably keenly aware of odd familial dynamics and tried to compensate. Gone for over twenty years now, I'll never know what it was that she saw in me that caused her to so actively remain connected - but for the rest of my life, gratitude will fill my heart because she did.

While so far from perfect, it's often seemed that some of the "better parts" of me are a  result of her investment - not just the phone chats, handwritten letters (valued posessions today), the cassette tape recordings we'd mail back and forth, the long talks at night during visits - filled with giggles, etc. Her prayers for me probably mattered the most. She was the epitome of a "Proverbs 31" woman.  She faced many challenges, yet walked through those seasons of life with grace and incredible faith.  She also had the best laugh - and she laughed often.  You couldn't be in her presence and not love her immediately!

Nannie didn't live long enough to meet my husband or children, yet many times they've heard stories about her.  Often I've thought, "She would really love to be here right now, to see this, to know my husband, to hug my children..."  I know she would.  She has come to mind with each major milestone. How I wish she were still here to see my amazing three cherubs and the lives they are leading. There is no doubt, she would adore them all.

Immediately following the loss of my grandmother, I told my Dad that I'd name a future daughter after her. At some point in the following two years - I changed my mind. As much as this dear woman meant to me, I couldn't bring myself to name my first daughter "Eunice."  With confidence, I can say she would be more honored by the life that this daughter of mine is living, than by a shared name.

Our relationship was an incredible gift - never taken for granted. Today, her memory and her loving ways still linger in my mind, serving as motivation to be the same way with Bryce and future grandchildren. One could live right next door to a grandparent and not be half as close as I was to my precious grandmother. For my friends today who live far from their grandchildren - be encouraged. Neither time nor distance abrogate a Grandma's love. 

Thank you God for giving me four wonderful grandparents - all much loved, but none more special to me than "Nannie."   Thank you for bringing her into this world on this day, almost 100 years ago.  Thank you for her life and her legacy - both having impacted countless people, many of whom she never met. 

Love, 

"Eunice's forever grateful granddaughter"

Nannie - with Grandpa, and her infectious smile.

TGP: Day 10

Day 10

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

Today has been hard on a couple of fronts.  A new journey begins and another has ended.  Morning came with news that my husband's aunt has passed.  When I went to bed last night - this was not anticipated.  We were receiving updates on her surgery - and the last word was that the valve replacement was taking longer than anticipated, but it was going well.  She leaves behind three adult children, grandchildren and two sisters who adored her. 

Aunt Jodie's voice and laughter could often be heard above the rest and I know her presence will be greatly missed at future family gatherings.  A funny thing about Aunt Jodie, she was known for keeping a blender in her hotel room at family reunions...making it easier and less expensive to keep the "adult beverages" flowing.  Perhaps I'll honor her memory at the next  family event, by doing the same.  

"Aunt Jodie"

Afternoon brought another bit of "less than desirable" news - the biopsy report.  The thyroid biopsy from August 3rd revealed "Follicular Neoplasm with suspicion of Malignancy."  So, within hours - the surgery to remove the right lobe of my thyroid was arranged.  I now know what I'll be doing on August 24th! 

A final pathology report after surgery will determine future treatment. Prayerfully - nothing other than recovery, medication and monitoring.  However, there is a 30% likelihood that a second surgery will be required within weeks - followed by radioactive iodine treatments.  (That sounds worse that what it is - and if correctly understood, there are no needles involved!) 

Aside from the initial shock in the first few minutes following the doctor's call, I've experienced a peace about this entire process.   A few days ago, I wrote that on the most difficult days of all - the reasons we have to be grateful become most obvious. It's easier to see bright lights against a gray canvas, than to see the same bright lights against a brightly colored one.   

Today I'm thankful God orchestrated the following...plus so much more:

• Aunt Jodie is now in Heaven, not in any pain.  She's reunited with her parents, her husband, and Aunt Sara.  (They probably had a blender waiting for her in the new mansion.)
• When my phone rang this afternoon, I just happened to be standing in the kitchen with one of my closest friends. She knew what was going on as soon as I began scribbling notes on a series of post-its, that just happened to be lying on the counter.  She escorted me into my office, closed the door - reviewed the conversation,  gave me prayerful assurance, encouragement, a hug and she made me laugh...a few times. (Thank you Sally)
• After wrestling with whether I should even tell my kids what's going on at this point (not wanting to cause them unnecessary concern).  The decision was made to let them know...they are all adults and the news is best coming from me, than delayed or accidental.  Getting information to all three of them today, given their locations in other states, countries, etc. "same day communication was a gift".
• Hearing from the doctor and seeing (Google, of course) - that in the unlikely diagnosis of Malignancy, there is no impact on mortality and this particular type would be 100% curable...well, that's pretty outstanding information!
• With dear hubby out of town, it was no accident that the ladies from my Community Group already had scheduled a dinner out tonight...it was wonderful to be with close friends who are incredible women of God - who love and encourage well, and who are, of course - incredible prayer warriors.  
• Not to be overlooked, when I arrived at home after dinner - Lily and Bella were here to greet and cuddle...just what I needed.

Thank you God for the many seemingly insignificant "divine appointments" today.  Your hand has been easily seen throughout and there is great comfort and a peace that truly surpasses understanding.  I am blessed - and no less today than the other days. 

(L-R) Aunt Sara, Aunt Jodie, Aunt Ginny, & Sue - my dear Mother-in-law
Four Incredible Women - Four tightly knit Sisters
Aunt Sara and Aunt Jodie were reunited today
Please pray for Aunt Ginny & Sue as they grieve the loss of their second "baby sister"



TGP: Day 9

Day 9

Tuesday, August 9th, 2011

This morning, my "baby girl" (almost 20) left with her boyfriend's family for a week of fun and relaxation in South Carolina. 

While saying "goodbye" to her for a few days, I was comforted by the fact that she has a wonderful boyfriend, from a delightful, Godly family.  Not only do we love this particular young man, but his mom has become a dear friend over the course of their relationship. 

There is a greater level of trust, and of comfort in knowing she's in truly "good company" for the week.  I'm grateful that she's able to go and have a wonderful time....a great way to cap off the summer before school resumes next week.  She's surrounded by people who hold the same values and beliefs...and above all, they love my baby girl. 

For moms, seeing our children truly happy - and truly loved, is one of the best gifts of all.  For that reason today, I'm extremely grateful. 

My beautiful Baby Girl...and her "Man"



TGP: Day 8

Day 8

August 8, 2011

Today is a Monday....if I had to list the days of the week in order of preference, Monday would be number seven.  However, today hasn't been bad at all.  Being able to wrap up a "ministry day" at 5pm is wonderful - especially, when not too long ago - I found myself still at the office until midnight.  Shutting down at 5pm leaves several good, quality hours full of opportunity. 

In fact, during those hours between 5 and midnight today, there were two meaningful phone calls (very odd for phone calls to be significant two days in a row.)  Additionally, there was time for reading, reflection and research.  Granted, I probably allowed "google" to occupy more time than was optimal. 

When something is weighing on my mind:   Too often, my default is to study and determine every possible direction a particular catalyst may lead.  Too often, these possibilities become bigger in my mind that they need to be. Too often, more time is spent learning and understanding possible eventualities than praying about them.  Ironically, the outcomes will remain the same regardless of my understanding or knowledge - yet, outcomes can be vastly impacted through the power of prayer.

So, beyond being thankful for meaningful, Monday evening phone chats - I'm infinitely grateful for a significant reminder today.  A reminder that our God is sovereign and no matter what's coming next - HE is in control.  That's a point we should all be grateful for. 

"Be Still and know that He is God" - not "fret and Google." 

This reminder faces my desk - yet I too often forget!

(Psalm 46:10)

TGP: Day 7

Day 7

August 7th, 2011

Because so much of my time is spent on the phone during weekdays,  seldom do I engage in lengthy chats during evening or weekend hours.  Those closest to me know that I don't fit the stereotype of the "woman who stays on the phone - gabbing for hours at a time." 

Today was an exception, bringing with the unexpected call, a long overdue phone chat with one of my most favorite people on Earth - someone I have loved and adored my entire life.  We've not spoken in almost a year (not my choice.) 

It was great to hear the familiar voice of someone special and very much loved....it was comforting to get a health and "life" update when there have been many questions concerning both. 

So, while I'm not a big fan of phone conversations - today is an exception.  For today's particular call, I am both encouraged and extremely grateful.



TGP: Day 6

Day 6

Saturday, August 6th 2011

"Sometimes you're the windshield....sometimes you're the bug."  Today was a buglike kind of day, so rather than focus on the negative, I'll give thanks for the quiet time that enabled me to pray, ponder and organize the kitchen cabinets. 

A small thing to some, the cabinet reorganization has been on my "when I get the time" list for several weeks.  Today was the day - and there is something oddly therapeutic about organizing...as well as completing ANY project. 

There are others - but these are rare moments today for which I'm grateful.    'nuf said.

What can I say?  It makes me happy to open this cabinet!

The "Water Bottle" shelf:  100% with the corresponding top attached!

Ten "cut glass" serving bowls - all neatly stacked and on the bottom shelf for easy access...

"It's the little things in life!"

TGP: Day 5

Day 5:

August 5, 2011

It seems each day is holding innumerable blessings - it makes me wonder how or why I could ever justifiably complain about ANYTHING.

If I were to choose just one reason today - to give thanks, it would be for Em.  As parents, we've wanted desperately for our children to grow up, avoiding some of the pitfalls we've fallen into - yet, embracing and experiencing a love like WGH and I have found in each other.   As I stated yesterday, our "little boy" married his beautiful bride about a year ago.  He may be serving our country thousands of miles away right now - but he has an amazing, devoted wife at home.  She is lovingly supporting him from afar. 

Don't let her beautiful exterior deceive you - she is a very strong, determined young woman, which seems critical - especially for a military wife.

During their engagement, T was on a 7 month deployment to Afghanistan.  As a machine gunner, he was on the front lines and experienced war up close and personal.  Meanwhile, back at home with her parents, his Bride-to-be was going to college full time and rallying all kinds of prayer and "care package" support.  Em was diligent herself in creating not just "care packages" - but what I'd consider "works of art."  She didn't simply cram snacks, socks and toiletries into boxes - but she decorated the inside of the boxes, making each one special - marking special occasions and reminding him of special memories they shared.  She made my son feel special....and connected to home, and deeply connected to her. 

Now they are married, she is still working on her degree - and continuing to mail him phenomenal care packages, but she's also taking care of their home in his absence.  Not least of all - she's caring for their much loved 70lb black lab PUPPY - "Gunner."

Having the opportunity to spend several hours with her this evening, I'm reminded of the gift she is to our family.  Too easily, her loving support of our son could be taken for granted.  I am immensely grateful for Em...for her faith, her character and the incredible way she loves my "little boy."   Wars aren't just fought on the battlefield - we must not overlook the supportive wives who are making sacrifices and loving our sons in a way most will never understand.  War is Hell...no matter if you are the one with the weapon - or the one at home with "Gunner." 

Hang in there Em.... I've always loved you and have appreciated your loyalty to T.  I know it's hard sometimes - but some of these "difficult seasons" will serve to make you a stronger, more unified couple in the long run.  You are a gift and a blessing to Tyler - and to our entire family.  I am so very thankful for you....and for his decision to make you his Bride.  You love him well - what more could a mom hope for in a daughter-in-law?

Thanks for blessing me.  I love you.



TGP: Day 4

Day 4

August 4, 2011

Today marks the sixteenth anniversary of the day WGH and I said "I do".  As we look back over our married years - we have much to be grateful for.  Even the difficulties we've faced as a couple may be viewed as experiences that served only to strenghten our resolve and deepen our commitment and love for each other.  We have both grown in faith, understanding, parenting skills and we've grown in the ability to not only endure, but to thrive in adversity.  (We've faced many "attacks" and challenges together - so this has been well tested and thoroughly proven.")

As is the case in all marriages - ours was a collision of two sets of gifts, tendencies, preferences, family dynamics, expectations and ideals.   Today, our relationship is less a collision of two worlds - but more a melodious fusion.  (Not, by any means is "perfection" insinuated.)

I'm married to my best friend - the one who knows me more than anyone and he loves me well - in spite of my downfalls.  Again, I am blessed.

Happy Anniversary WGH - I would do it all again....in a heartbeat!

"A good marriage is the union of two forgivers."  (Ruth Graham)

Here we are: blissfully unaware of the trials and the incredible joys we would face together...We'd already felt like "family" for about a year on our wedding day. 

These little cherubs are now all grown up - what a joy and a blessing raising our family together has been!

Here we all are again....plus one!  Our precious little blonde haired, blue eyed, wide-smiled little boy grew up to be a fine man.  A little more than a year ago, he married his highschool sweetheart and continues to proudly serve our country in the USMC!  This was "day one" of their journey together - blissfully unaware of the trials they would face as well as the incredible joys that are yet to come. 

TGP: Day 3

Day 3

August 3, 2011

On a day like today, finding the "Silver lining" seems like it would be a stretch.  Ironically, as my fingers are tapping out these words - it occurs to me that on days like this one - it's easiest to find the blessings amidst the muck.  It's all about perspective.

Today was the second biopsy on a thyroid nodule which has been monitored for four years.  Having experienced the needle prodding around in my neck on a prior occasion, I entered the surgeon's office prayerfully optimistic; optimistic the preliminary ultrasound would negate the need for the extremely unpleasant needle biopsy - it didn't.  

Although needles are the "thing" most feared/dreaded by me - there are many reasons to give thanks.  First, we live in an area with access to amazing medical care - many are not so fortunate. Secondly, the doctor indicated he was able to get a great specimen for the pathologist - which should mean a very accurate reading and less chance of a "do over."  Thirdly, our family has great medical coverage - it seems as though many do not.  Lastly, but best of all - my youngest was able to accompany me for moral (and needle) support since hubby is away on business.  She was able to make me laugh; it's true - a cheerful heart does wonders for the body, whether our own - or one close to us.  

Obviously, I am praying for a positive, benign reading - but am trusting that everything we encounter in this life, no matter how great or how small - is part of a bigger plan.  (A plan we may never understand completely, nor should we.)  Many were praying for me today - and many showed loving concern.... the blessings in spite of the "dreaded needle" were abundant.  Thank you, God.



Here's Britt - the "cheerful heart".  Also worth mentioning is the building behind her - Northside Hospital.  I'm grateful for the wonderful doctors and nurses we've encountered there over the years.  I've had more surgeries that can be counted easily - but the best one of all, an emergency c-section, almost 20 years ago. That particular procedure yielded the lovely, and truly amazing daughter seen here. 

                (She had me laughing before we stepped on the elevator....)