Clinging During Hard Times

I have learned many quotes about when things get tough, but the one thing I have learned is to cling to the Creator and to those that love me. Thanks Sissy for the Clinging Cross. I love it. And if that doesn’t lift my spirits, the chocolate almonds will.

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And So, this is my hand holding the clinging cross and there are three important things in both these pictures. One is the cross, the other is my Indian “family bracelet” given to me by Sassy and the other is the red heart..signifying love and those that love me. And so I work towards getting in warrior gear for the upcoming Catherization and the kidney surgery as the cardiologists words this morning told me of the graveness and seriousness of these and how one hinges on the other to the point that he will be in phone contact with Denver surgeons in the middle of the catherization to see if we go full steam ahead on the kidney surgery.

And so I have put on my headband and am stomping my feet and am gearing up for the fight of my life.

Oh and I loved this. Is it not beautiful.

8 Comments »

I wish you a speedy recovery. I’ll say a prayer for you.

Comment by J.C.V. | November 21, 2011 | Reply
- thank you. I will take all the prayers I can get.
  
  Comment by Danlrene ©2011 | November 21, 2011 | Reply
Never quit stomping!!! ♥♥

Comment by Michele Chartier | November 21, 2011 | Reply
- you can bank on it…I am in full warrior mode
  
  Comment by Danlrene ©2011 | November 23, 2011 | Reply
Clutch the Cross of our Savior for he will carry us across the bridges of troubled waters.
Wear the bracelet of our forefathers, for in their faith, they have found the true link between man and nature, the miracle of family.
Pray for the guidance of those who must invade our bodies, so their hands and knowledge may honor Him with their works.
Look upon the Virgin Mary with awe for she is the woman who guides all mothers in their daily lives, being solace and guidance for their children no matter what age .
and —- stomp away my dear, for you are a woman of strength, love, faith, and sheer determination.
You have the strength, faith, and the love of Christ, not to mention those who love you here on earth, to fight this battle and win.
We love you.
your “sister” Mel

Comment by Melinda Bryan | November 22, 2011 | Reply
- what beautiful words sis. thank you. And I count on those prayers. I laid here last nite realizing how blessed I am and that our Creator has brought me through this before and will again.
  love you
  
  Comment by Danlrene ©2011 | November 22, 2011 | Reply
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About Me

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Those that know me know that this red sparkly headband is symbolic. When they see the headband on me, they know I am fighting hard physically. It is my symbolic Samson’s hair. It is getting my mojo on and geared up for robo mom to once more fight a battle. And the headband is on now and will be on for a long time. I live with my son who is my caretaker and I am so blessed.

Me with mojo on.

And when things are toughest, I will resort to my dreams to keep me going.

I am 63 and will soon be 64. Life has been a journey of health issues since I was 32 and got sprayed by a crop duster. I have warrior attitude. Being a warrior does not mean you always win. It means you never quit trying. Life is what you make it and I choose to make mine as happy as possible no matter where I am in life.

I spend a lot of time on this hospital bed due to constant pain but I am just thankful I have the hospital bed to lay on. I am disabled but I don’t let that stop me from living life and enjoying it. Life is what we make it and I choose to make mine happy.

Meet Daisy..that we call Miss Daisy. Thanks to Jill, a very special friend who is also has a Rescue for pets called Three Sisters and a Brother in NC, Daisy was transported to us and what a delight she is. About ten pounds and full of energy and love and kisses.

My baby

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Son and Daisy

My world from my hospital bed-it is filled with warmth and love from so many.

I still dream of going back to Italy, of us having one of those mini buses with a lift for my chair that son can convert into a travel home for us to make it easier when I have to go to Denver for surgeries and stuff. I still dream of learning how to tap dance…yes even on these crutches just so I can say I did. All I need are a pair of size 11 tap shoes.

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I draw, I paint, I write, I do photography…my latest love is the clouds for I see faces in the clouds all the time and have a blog at the top of the page entitled “Faces in the Clouds” I sit on a stool and help son cook…yes, often with him leaning over me to help me pour or stir but I get to do it. My philosophy is if you can’t do it one way…then create a new way. Son says I am the only person he knows that used their all terrain power chair like a back hoe…using a grain shovel and rake to move dirt or mulch in the garden. I would hold the handle between my legs and rake up the stuff on the two foot wide shovel and then go backwards dragging the shovel to where I wanted to dump it.

Ever since I was a little girl, I was told I was a dreamer. I can remember report cards with “day dreams” written on it. I think dreams are what keep us going. Without dreams…we have no hope.

Follow Your Dreams, The Siren Called Out To Me

As I closed my eyes and fell deep into lovely sleep.
The dream siren called me with a promise to keep

I closed my eyes and looked deep in my soul
I could feel the wind blowing…it was so very cold

My dreams I had carried through year after year
They will never come true was my biggest fear

Wandering up one lane and down another
Remembering my dream since I became a mother

Land, open land and a place to be free
A small house to live in with a big evergreen tree

We mounted the buckboard with all we owned inside
And started over the mountain on this crazy dream ride

We felt like pioneers racing to the finish line for land
And the whole time we knew -The Lord had our hand

So don’t be afraid to dream your dreams and try
Life is too short…open your wings up and fly

Dream I say and work the dream hard as you can
For it will be the best race that you ever ran.

We all have dreams of what we want out of life. I remember Laverne on Laverne and Laverne saying her dream was to have a purple cashmere sweater. Well, our dream is to own land in the country and have a simple life style unencumbered by so much of what is in the world today.

I love to write and have written for years. And hopefully will continue to write for many more years. My real name is Deb.

This blog is about our journey to get there, our life after we reached the promised land and different middle of the night ramblings. Dreams are like cooking…we might get our grandparents old recipes, but we tend to alter them to suit ourselves. But, dream we must…for as long as we have hope in life…we have dreams. And even plain ole everyday people get dreams that come true.

I hope you enjoy and will subscribe and share my journey. Come join us at the foothills of the mountains where we have found a life of simplicity and serenity, in spite of all the health trials of one disabled woman and the courage of a son that chose to take care of her.