Tag Archives: life
Be Going Inward
Transition.
Only a beautiful hi from mom this morning.
Down the path.
Moving forward.
Packed her bags.
Going Inward.
My Spirit sits with my mom.
I sit with my mom.
The scarf she knit around my neck.
My tear catcher and prayer shawl.
My Sexy Neck, my boys, my dad, my sister, C, Rea, Jamie, Marnie and Ron at my side.
Going Inward.
Waiting to see how this journey will be.
Knowing your love is holding us up.
Knowing mom is our guide.
She will do it her beautiful, thoughtful way.
Thank you world.
Thank you peeps.
Thank you for holding us close.
Thank you to my beautiful mom for letting me journey with her.
This is such an honour and privilege to be at her side.
I LOVE YOU MOM!
Be Having A Good Morning
Happy Friday the 20th day of advent.
Today, we celebrate mom telling me to stop reassuring her (with an “I’m sorry honey!” at the end) and mom asking me to sit down when I jumped up to adjust her leg pillows.
Little miracles.
Thank you for holding us all up.
Thank you for the nighttime messages. They got us through.
Words. Thoughts. Prayers. They do make a difference.
There is an unseen world we are walking in through mom’s sacred journey.
I am honoured to be with her.
I know ‘O Wen’ is too!
I am overjoyed she just told me to sit down.
Be Looking Up While Going Sideways
My new profile pic reflects my feelings/thoughts/actions right now.
Looking up to God.
Life is sometimes on its side.
Be Driving In Between
That drive between the new city and our old town is truly spectacular.
the sun sets off to my side as I’m heading south.
i can see deep blue green lakes and mountains near and far.
the purple sky, blue skies, the red skies, orange skies.
the orchards, the trees, the snow on the mountaintops.
BUT my soul is filled with anguish as I leave my mom, as I drive back to my ‘new’ life.
BUT my heart is with my mama, my mama in pain, my mama lying, my mama sick and unable to live her life.
My mama My mama My mama.
Life is such a dichotomy – beauty is all around me in all of God’s creation. I am amazed by the nature that I see surrounding me as I drive.
BUT my heart aches, my heart is broken, tears fall, big huge crocodile tears fall down my cheeks
BUT I pray and I hope and I sit in my pain in the presence of God’s beautiful creation amidst the pain.
Mom was in so much pain today that she couldn’t be touched. All she could handle was a quick kiss on the cheek by the boys. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and it was like I could feel the pain emanating from your body.
Peace Mama. Peace!
Be Climbing Your Mountain
Mom is climbing a huge mountain this week. This is probably one comparable to her first week in the hospital. We are at the very least in the same formidable mountain range. We are hoping to head down into the valley for a rest soon. Soon. When? No one knows.
This mountain involves nausea (oh how she hates getting sick!), pain in her lower abdomen, inability to eat or drink much. Mom went in on Wednesday to the cancer clinic to get a couple of bags of IV fluid.
Mom is now in the hospital again, hopefully just for the day. She is getting great treatment in the ER – more fluids and good ol’ morphine.
Update: mom went home at 4pm after two bags of fluid. Still nauseous though.
Climb your own mountain today. You can do it one step at a time. Trust God. Look for Him. He loves us all.
Here’s my new favourite mountain in Ktown and my peeps who have made the trek up in the last few weeks.
Be Videoing on the Weekend.
A little boy injecting life and bring out smiles.
Be Learning Lessons From A Hospital Bed
Be present.
Be making a will.
Be asking people to pray for you.
Be honest.
Be talking about the hard things.
Be enjoying my mom’s breath.
Be letting go of expectations.
Be talking about God.
Be talking about death.
Be talking about poo.
Be real.
Be honest and say what you feel.
Be sitting.
Be listening to and learn from other people’s cancer stories.
Be loving.
Be open to any help you can get.
Be humble and gracious.
Be watching for where God is working.
Be eating even if you aren’t hungry.
Be having a good old cry.
Be asking for a hug and let the other person hold you up.
Be letting God hold you in the palm on His hand.
Be full of faith and trust.
"Be" ENOUGH 