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Of Sparkle and PET Scans
Yesterday I watched my Bear play tennis while my Bella girl curled with her head on my lap, and I stroked her long red locks. I was weary in every way. The PET scan yesterday had gone well other than some IV issues. I have a huge knot and bruise on my left hand, and…
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World Cancer Day
Midnight Cancer is a bottomless pit where voices echo around and around endlessly repeating the same prayer: oh God… Sooner or later, midnight cancer changes to morning cancer, brighter, more hopeful. Somewhere in the sun rises warm and round. Birds are singing. After a while, morning cancer melts into afternoon cancer where it hides among…
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Home
This morning I woke and my first thought was of my Ash, my boy whom, after an ectopic pregnancy that shattered us, we were told would be close to a miracle to have. But, at the risk of sounding cliche, isn’t all life a miracle? He arrived almost three hours after his due date and…
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The Song the Birds Are Singing
This morning I found myself getting all verklempt as I sifted through memories from Facebook and iPhotos. I do love that feature in those apps—a sweet reminder of days gone by. It’s a date that will live in infamy—today being the 77th anniversary of Pearl Harbor. And several years ago I had made six dozen…
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Glimpses of Our World
Oh, y’all. Honestly, it is hard to find beauty these days, when I (and so many of the people I love) are walking in the brokenness of a fallen world. The tag line of this blog is “glimpses of our world.” We rely on His grace and His strength to get us through. Day by…