Friday Night

What a great evening I had going to the Fair, I haven't been to one since my kids were tiny and I lived in St. Helens, Oregon. That was probably 32 years ago!
We were invited to go by a good friend that lives in our Air Stream Land Yacht. You think I am kidding calling it a Land Yacht? That is what Wally Byam named them. Ours is a 1974 model.
Any way getting back to Steve who lives in it right now. He found out way back in June that Uncle Kraker was going to play at the fair and Steve's mission was to make sure we all got to go and experience their music since he is a fan of theirs.
Steve can hardly walk anymore so we borrowed a wheel chair for him and off we went.
It was shoulder to shoulder people when we got there and Abel (my husband) had to park and walk back probably 10 blocks.
Steve loved it, he made sure we got all the junk food we wanted to eat and he paid $15.00 dollars of a little Dream Catcher. Never mind your not supposed to buy one for yourself. It is supposed to be given to you by someone else.
Ya know I liked Uncle Krakers music and got to see them afar standing on a bail of hay looking over a sea of heads.
I felt I had a small victory in my life, having the energy to walk all over all evening and stand for a couple of hours on straw to watch good music. It didn't wipe my out in energy or make any of my muscles sore either.

My journey has taken a new path

I was put on a path I wouldn't wish my worst enemy to take. It acturally started a year ago this last June.

I contracted the woman's silent killer called, "Ovarian Cancer". I just had a pap test which came out clean also. I just couldn't breath, I was gasping for air all the time.

I went into ER and they took a cat-scan and found that my lung cavities were filled up with fluid and it was caused from that dreaded cancer.

Long story short:

I went to the Boise hospital via the Fire station emergency wagon.

Put on Chemo therapy for several months every three weeks for 6 hours. They did a radical hysterectomy and took all the lymph nodes out of my stomach. All my hair fell out and I lost 30 pounds.

The bright side to that is I save on shampoo and cream rinse along with brushes, combs, hair dye and no long take high blood pressure meds.

After all this I was clean of it for 4 months.

Flash forward now to:

A year later in the same month June and I had moved to Washington and live in a place called Plymouth.

I ended up in Walla Walla, Washington in the ER because I couldn't have a bowel movement.

Of coarse they thought I was just badly constipated till I told them I had cancer in the past.

Yup another Cat scan latter.

It came back with a vengence and was squeesing off my colon.

Onward to Chemo again and alot of long faces in the doctor and nurse world.

I have had now 3 different session same thing, every 3 weeks for 6 hours. But you know I feel great!

Alot of people have come many miles to pray with me and have communion. I believe in the Lord Jesus and have perfect trust this path I am on he is carrying me through.

I will survive and be free one day.

Whether I live or die it is to Christ. Though I walk through the valley of death He is with me.

I am still bald but hey I have learned new tricks with bandanas!