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I started this blog to share the ups and downs of real life. The good, the bad, the happy, the sad, the mundane, the insane...you get the picture. Why??? For no other purpose than to encourage others who are raising a family, going through the ups and downs of life, letting you know you are not alone, and that we are not all epic failures for having a life that is not perfect!!!

Saturday, October 12, 2013

And the Beat Goes On....

Tonight was Liverpool Marching Band's home show.  It was awesome!  JB, Nathan, and Aiden are all in band this year.  This is so important for so many reasons.  Our family literally had the summer from hell.  We are still, and will be for a while, working through some of the damage caused.  I don't want to give any details, those of you who know, understand, and if you don't know, take my word for it!  Slowly, things are getting back to normal.  I wasn't even sure we would get to that point, and yet, slowly, in moments, normal has returned.  I still get aggravated when the boys leave their stuff laying around, but now, its comforting.  (I still make them clean it up)  Its comforting because that means they are home.  All of them.  And it feels good.  Having three of them in marching band is expensive, so we worked the home show today, (all day) to earn money for their accounts.  We have been running all week.  Instead of it being a burden, its reassuring.  My family is whole, and together again.  When JB straps on his drum, and Nathan warms up on the mallets, it hits me- the beat goes on.

These little moments of normal are burned into my memory, like a picture is etched into a camera.  Like waking up this morning to JB cooking breakfast for everyone, and Nathan and Aiden cleaning the kitchen.  Like running them to band, and hearing Emma say this is awesome.  Or seeing their faces on the field as they are playing their hearts out.  At one point, the music swells, the cymbals crash, and the full emotion of the moment hits me.  I'm on the sidelines of the field, choking back tears!  At this moment, I have a clear view of all of my boys performing in front of hundreds of people.  Together.  I wonder if they know the words at this point in the song?  It's Roberta Flack's "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face".  At this moment, when the emotions show as tears, and I can see all three of my boys, these are the words:

"The first time, ever I saw your face.  
I thought the sun rose in your eyes.
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave, 
to the dark and endless sky my love"

I suppose it could be that music just moves me.  But I think its more than that.  I am filled with this sense of pride in my boys.  Grief for the little babies they were, but are no more.  Excitement for the young men they are, and the men they will turn out to be.  Sadness that my father, who loved them more than anything, isn't here to see his grandsons shine.  Frustration that my family that is here, is missing this.  Relief, that JB is home, and my family is whole, and together.  And then just like that, the music changes, and the beat goes on.  Only Emily and I, out of the hundreds and hundreds of people that witness this moment every week understand its significance.  JB started school and marching band three weeks behind everyone else.  He worked so hard to get caught up, and he did.  It amazed everybody.  Nathan, until recently, was cripplingly shy.  For him to perform on the front line in front of hundreds of people every week is a miracle in itself.  Now, its normal.  Aiden has always been the younger brother, and we know how the younger brother gets left out.  For him, its a chance to do something, be a part of something, with two of his biggest influences- his brothers.  I wonder if he even realizes the gift that is.  We do.  And after each performance, after they've left it all on the field, they find me.  They look at my face, and I theirs, and I nod and smile.  They know how proud I am of them.  Its funny, each one of them does that, looks for my face.  Maybe to see my reaction, maybe to seek my approval, or maybe just to have that moment.  JB usually says something like "Hey Baldy" and pats me on the back.  Now his friends do it too.  It's normal. 

When the crowds left tonight, and the boys changed, the show cleaned up, we were walking back to my truck.  The boys were picking on each other, in that joking brotherly way.  They were laughing.  I was smiling, and I was happy.  It was normal.  As we continued walking back to my truck, a cars started coming down the road, and JB, with hands full, grabbed Emma's hand, and put himself on the outside, and Nathan and Aiden followed.  They protected her.  Not against danger, but against the potential of danger.  They did this before I even had a chance.  They are all such good brothers.  That's hen it struck me- they are good young men too.  We got to the truck, and Emma got hurt.  JB got right down to her level, comforted her, hugged her, and she snuggled in his arms.  (I had to turn away cause the tears came again)  He's gonna be a good dad.  Reminds me so much of my father.  So much of me.  I realized tonight he's gonna be ok.

So I just told you about a few small moments today, that probably mean nothing to others, but to me?  They mean the world.  We'll look back on this summer, and someday, understand how it all changed us, and yet, normal has found us again.  Its a new normal, with some of the familiar comforts of the old normal.  But, still we are changed.  

For those of you who prayed for us, for my son, for my family, thank you.  Your prayers, encouragement, support, and kindness got us through.  For those of you who had to assign blame, pick sides and criticize, I am sorry that was your first reaction, but now that everything is said and done, we're fine.  God has gotten us through.  I'm going to sleep tonight in a full house, where a whole family lives.  Tomorrow, we'll clean up the house, make some chili, and just hang out around the house.  Like normal.  Still, when I close my eyes and drift to sleep, I will be happy and content, with joy and peace in my heart, that things are back to normal.  Drifting off to sleep, hearing my heart beat, I'll dream of my father again, and in my dream I will tell him how awesome his grandkids are, and he will say I know, I see it.  And the beat goes on.....

Friday, December 21, 2012

So This is Christmas....

Let me start by saying Merry Christmas!!!  Lots going on in the Howe household (as usual).  Just some quick updates, I am 5 moths post surgery, and doing fantastic!!!  Minor, very minor symptoms, that the surgeon is almost certain will continue to get better.  He is very pleased with the results, and even commented that I may just be his best work!  I also started a new job.  Still with the dialysis clinic, but now I work in the home dialysis program.  I LOVE it.  No more weekends, a normal schedule, and best of all, I love what I do.  Home dialysis has a special place in my heart because it gave my father so much freedom and control over his life.  I think about him often, and hope he is proud of my work.  I also enrolled in college.  I am completing my Bachelor's in Ministry at Antioch School.  Super excited, very challenged, and looking forward to accomplishing this.  Kids are all great, and on my other blog, I am working on a "best of" post, which will be some of the best, funniest, and most poignant situations with my kids.  They are fantastic!

I could finish up this post talking about the tragedy that happened on December 14th, in Newton, CT, but that's for another time.  It has effected all of us so deeply, so we are just leaning on God for understanding.  I am confident that on December 22nd, we will wake up, as usual, so I don't see the need for an end of the world post.  Instead, I figured I would write about this Christmas.  I have to admit, I was truly looking forward to this holiday season.  Financially, we are in good shape, physically I feel the best I have in 4 years, and spiritually, our faith as a family, and as individuals in in a really good place.  With that said, now here's a surprise-I developed a very bad attitude about this Christmas.  Worry about how long Chiari will let me feel good is always there.  Normal, everyday struggles with the kids about attitude, cooperation, not being so selfish, and picking up after themselves has worn my wife and I down.  The hustle and bustle of this time of year has got us exhausted.  The shootings recently, my son's first love and first heartbreak, and the huge emptiness left by not having my dad around, really has me thinking so, this is Christmas?  Where's the joy, the magic, the heartfelt warmth?  All the decorations we put up isn't helping.  All the Christmas movies and music we've been barraged with didn't do the trick either.  As a matter of fact, it just reinforced the funk I was in!  Nostalgia had me feeling like the best Christmases were ghosts of Christmas passed.  So, this is Christmas??

Then I realized, rather suddenly, that I fell into a trap that so many of us fall into this time of year.  I had trivialized Christmas!  Somewhere in all of the things I mentioned above, I lost Christmas.  See, for me, because of my faith, I understand that Christmas marks the birth of Jesus, but it is also about God's love for us.  What we do with that love is where the magic is.  That's where we find the joy, contentment, and heartfelt warmth.  To help focus on that, we've been working on a few things.  First, I am heading up an effort at church to take care of two families this Christmas, and it is going amazingly well.  We all drew names this year at home, and we are hand making gifts for the person we drew.  The kids grabbed onto this, and their gifts for each other are amazing!  I am more excited to see that than anything else on Christmas morning.  I am also speaking with my friend Benjamin Tubbs at our Christmas Eve service.  Last night, a group of people from our church hosted a holiday party for residents at a local senior living place, and it was touching.  We sang carols, played games, had coffee and desert.  I looked out and saw teenagers and kids sitting with elderly people talking, laughing, getting to know each other.  I saw one lady in our church spend the entire evening holding hands and consoling a resident who started the evening out crying.  I don't know what about, and I don't need to know.  What I do know, is that we were there to spread some light and love, and we did.  God showed up, and with him came the joy, heartfelt warmth, and the magic of the season.  All these ways we are serving others helped us get out of ourselves for a time. 

I took the kids shopping for Emily tonight, and had a great time.  Afterwards, we spent some time hanging out and learning a cool rhythm game using cups, of all things!  Tomorrow is our ugly Christmas sweater day at work, and it should be great.  Saturday, Emily and I are gonna finish some shopping.  Sunday is Christmas with Emily's family, and the day we will drop off the gifts we collected for the families we are blessing.  Monday, we will spend some time talking about God's purpose for Christmas, then have our Christmas Eve candlelight service.  Then, on Christmas morning, the kids will wake up, and we'll spend time together, laughing, sitting with each other in the light of the tree, and thank God for the day.  We'll cap it off with my family, and when we're home, in our jammies on Christmas night, we'll thank God for what we have, enjoy the feeling that comes along with helping others, and I think then, we will be able to say "so, THIS is Christmas!"

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas, and amazing new year!

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Ok, I Got This...

Well, here I am.  5 weeks post op from my brain surgery.  Incision has healed nicely, although my perfectly shaped bald head is a bit misshapen in the back now.  (Easily hidden with hats). 

My emotions aren't so out of control anymore, and I actually had a pretty good week this past week.  Tried to pick up some of my normal schedule-coffee with friends, my walks are up to about 4 blocks, church meeting, bible study.  Handled it pretty well, until it hit me on Saturday.  (Well, Friday really).  I'm still very easily fatigued, and still a little unsteady on my feet, but getting better.  Cognitively, that's another story.  It still takes me a while to get out my thoughts.  Still slurring my words, especially when I'm tired.  Still feeling a little pent up anger, but getting better at dealing with this.

I did come to a realization though: I got this.  It doesn't seem so overwhelming to try to get back to normal.  Well, a new normal anyway.  Somewhere, somehow, last week, bits of me were coming through.  I found my smile again, found my laugh again.  Three weeks ago, that seemed impossible.  I find that I enjoy being around people again.  Three months ago, I hated the prospect of being around people.  I got this.

I have found that I have some amazing people in my life, and I don't know why I have never noticed that before.  I have also figured out that there are people in my life who are totally draining me.  That part has to change.  I'm not chasing anymore.  I got this.

I think the biggest thing I have realized, is that I will get better.  I will go back to work, and a year from now, this will all be long gone.  I don't know what my normal will be, but I know I am changed.  and for the first time in all this, I realized I got this.  I am actually looking forward to what's ahead.  So many people with illness, diseases, don't have that security, that optimism.  And the old standby rings true-there is ALWAYS someone worse off.  Also, I feel I should mention, I haven't had this alone.  I got this-but not alone.  God has been with me every step of the way.  We got this.

Friday, July 27, 2012

What do I do with the leftovers???

Odd title for a post, huh? 

Let me start by saying that I am now 13 days post surgery, and it hasn't gotten any easier.  I was great for the first 3 or 4 days, which I understand is quite normal due to the medications and anesthetic.  I find that the pain is becoming a bit more manageable now, but still have days where it is severe.  I am walking about a block a day, when I am up for it, but haven't had much energy for anything else.  All in all, surgery was a necessary evil, and now that it is over, I am feeling very overwhelmed with the leftovers.  No, not food in this case.  Emotions.  Things that I should have resolved a long time ago.  Also left is the damage that the last 6 months or so has caused in my life. 

Lets start with the emotions.  One of the ones that is still catching me off guard is anger.  I am usually not an angry person, but I don't even know how to begin to sort through the things I am angry about.  Things like all of the people who doubted what I was really going through.  All of the people who didn't know, because they weren't interested in maintaining family connections.  Co-workers who did nothing but talk trash, and create more drama and aggravation, to the point where I don't even know if I want to go back.  Anger with the doctors that missed this, or dismissed this, or treated me like I was drug seeking.  I find that most days, that is what I struggle with the most.  I am also feeling very saddened at times.  Sad for lost relationships.  Overwhelmingly sad again about the loss of my father.  Sad for the fact that even though I am surrounded by people, I feel insanely lonely.  I also feel so blessed!  So many people have supported us with prayers, visits, calls, emails, meals, (i don't think we've had to cook for two weeks!), and even money.  As we speak now, friends are planning a benefit to help us financially over the next few months.  We are truly loved, and although I will never be able to repay this, I will make it my life's mission to serve other people.  I have decided after my recovery, I will pursue full time ministry, which I truly feel is what God has called me to do. 

Another leftover I am having a hard time processing is the damage that this whole ordeal has caused in our lives.  The emotional toll on myself, my wife, and my kids break my heart.  To hear them all express their fears about me dying, or not being the same after surgery, are wounds that are deep, and will take time to heal.  We've also lost everything.  Our second vehicle, our checking, our savings.  Gone.  Even the money saved so far for our 15th anniversary trip-gone.  Luckily we have disability, and Emily is still working, but it's still going to be a long road to get back to financial stability.  It is very humble knowing that there are people who care enough, and care so much, that they are pulling together a benefit, and special offerings at church.  It's amazing, and this is truly how God works.  Aside from the financial losses though, there are damaged relationships, lost time, missed opportunities.  It's hard to try to put a list together of steps to begin to repair that.  I've also lost touch with so much that made me who I was.  How do I get that back?  And will I ever be that person again?  It's going to be a long road to get back to normal, and even when I reach that point, it will be my goal to get healthier physically that I was before. 

Now here are some leftovers that I can't get enough of!  I am so overwhelmingly proud of my wife and my kids.  The way they have rallied together, the way they have taken care of me, the way that they have even cared for each other has been amazing.  I have and AMAZING family!  I'm also loving the leftovers of care, concern, prayer, and encouragement I am feeling from so many people.  That is what makes all the negatives so bearable.  I have a huge amount of time leftover too!  I fill it with rest, which my body needs for healing.  I fill it with playing games with the kids, having great conversations with them,  cuddling with my Emma.  I watch them all too.  It's like I have a front row seat to watch how they are all growing, changing, becoming fantastic, exceptional people.  I don't think many people get that opportunity or perspective.

This isn't a pity party.  (okay, maybe a small one, but I'm entitled to that once in a while)  Alot of my readers are people who have illnesses that are "unseen", and alot of people with chiari have begun following my blog.  I want people to understand that everything I am going through, and no doubt thousands of others go through, is normal.  It sucks.  It hurts.  But we will come out the other side, stronger, better, and changed.  And that is normal too.  Too bad there aren't any Tupperware containers for life's leftovers.  But then again, some of them aren't worth saving.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Ball of Confusion

So here I am, two days before the surgery that I have been waiting a year for, and I am full of second thoughts.  This blog is mostly going to be about the Chiari, and the impending surgery, but I'm also going to share where I have found inspiration, encouragement, and peace throughout it all.

Last weekend really kind of started the emotions rolling.  On Friday, when I got the news that the surgery was in one week, I almost panicked.  My heart started racing, I got all sweaty, it was crazy.  You know what helped instantly? Talking to my mom.  Its funny, you are never too old to need your mommy.  My mother, brother, sister and aunt, and all my nieces came over that night for swimming and a cookout.  It was a fantastic time, and it so helped to have their support and their love.  It was something I missed.  Then on Saturday, it was my uncle's wedding.  It was a very happy occasion, he married his long time partner of 12 years, and if anyone deserves to be happy, he does.  And I cried.  And cried some more.  I think that was the trigger that opened up the flood gates.  I cried because I was happy for them, because I missed my father horribly, because I was heartbroken for my mother, because I was overwhelmed with everything that had been happening in my life.  It was a good cry though, very cathartic.  The Sunday at church, my friend Benjamin Tubbs sang one of my favorite songs, "Healer", and my friend Ken encouraged us, loved us, let us know our church was there for us, and then the whole church gathered around us, and prayed.  There were hugs, tears, words of encouragement.  It was amazing.

Monday morning was rough.  It was pre-testing day.  I was feeling overwhelmingly angry.  Angry with all the doctors that missed this and then dragged their feet for so long.  Angry that my supplemental insurance is fighting the claim.  Angry with all the people who criticized me, doubted me, and told me to get over it.  I posted something to that effect on Facebook, and got some nice comments back, but one stood out.  It was a post that one of my oldest friends from high school and the old neighborhood wrote.  Her name is Michelle Whitehead Hastings.  She lives in Arizona now, with her husband, and children.  Michelle is a beautiful person.  Fun, loving, devoted, inspiring.  She always has been.  Michelle is also fighting her second bout of colon cancer in three years.                                                                                                                     (you can read more about her and her story here:  michellewillwin.blogspot.com
I was perfectly happy in my pitty party.  Grabbing on to anger with all I had.  Until I read her post.  Here's what she wrote: "Send letters. When I'm actively advocating, I hear about ppl all the time that are blown off, only to be diagnosed at a later date. I encourage them to put words to paper, and let the drs know what happened. They are ppl too, and need to know that a mistake happened. By doing this, you might help.someone else from going thru the same thinh you're going thru. Just my two cents...."
Uuggh.  A punch in the gut.  Here was me, looking at, well, me.  Instead of realizing I was one of the lucky ones, who only struggled with this for a few years, compared to other people who have struggled with this for decades, I was basically whining.  Michelle, thank you for that eye opener.  And for those of you who don't know her, that is very much a piece of who she is.  She hasn't let her cancer beat her, and she has served more people, encouraged more people, and inspired more people, not only with her words, but her character, and journey as well.  So, that is my new goal.  Not sure how, or even where to start, but after my recovery, I will bring more awareness to Chiari Malformation.  

As of today, all preparations that can be made, are done.  I am feeling anxious, scared, (who am I kidding, terrified), yet blessed, loved, and ready for whatever may come.  

Emily will be updating Facebook often, and once I am better, I will write about the whole process.  With that said, thank you all for your love, prayers, and continued support.  See you on the flip side!!!

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Don't Let Others Cheapen Your Growth or Minimize Your Victories

Let me start out by saying I have intentionally left out names and relationships as not to offend anyone.  Plus, the drama surrounding this situation is not important to the lessons learned.

This past Sunday, my son and I got to share our story.  Our struggles, our challenges, and how we ultimately overcame all of them to become close, and have a great relationship.  It was brutally honest, emotional, and felt very vulnerable for both of us to share our journey, but we did, and people were blessed by it.  I was blessed by it.  It's not everyday you get to share your struggles and help other people feel like they are not alone, and there is hope for any situation.  I felt hopeful, encouraged, victorious.  Until afterwards.  Two things weighed heavy on me.  First, some people who had witnessed how dysfunctional things were, who should have been there, weren't.  We didn't even invite people.  We couldn't.  Whether they don't agree with our faith, which was a huge part of our transformation, or there are strained relationships, or even people who refuse to see positive changes.  Although surrounded by a loving, accepting, and encouraging church family, it was lonely.  One of the things it caused me to do was to question or minimize our journey.

The second thing that weighed heavy on me, was that instead of celebrating the place my son and I were in, we had people close to us turn the message into a personal crusade for them, and in response to that, another person insinuated that I was filling my son's head with garbage, and that our relationship came at the expense of others.  To put finishing touches on it, I was informed that I have been the cause of heartache, disappointment, and uncertainty.  The kicker is, the person who spouted all of this, was coming from a place of anger, and only knew one side of the situation.  Not the whole picture.  Not even a sliver of what my family faces day in and day out, and have had to deal with-pretty much alone.  All this made me second guess everything.  I felt like it cheapened the growth my son and I have experienced.  I also felt like our victories were small, and very misunderstood.  This weighed on me for a few days.  Before it got to the point where I dismissed all the growth, and all the positive changes we have made, I had to really look at the situation for what it was.  I was letting other people's opinions and reactions tarnish the truth.  I didn't spend alot of time trying to figure out the motives of certain people, to be honest, I wasn't interested.  So once I licked my wounds, calmed down a little bit, I was able to put it all in perspective.

The fact of the matter is, your growth, and your victories are important.  They do matter, and they should be celebrated.  Even if it is only by you.  I have had to learn that I can't let other people take away from the good things going on in my life.  I have also had to learn that I can't expect everyone to support us, encourage us, and help us through the bad times.  Two very valuable, and life changing lessons.  So whether it is big or small, a step or a leap, or a small hurdle overcome, or a large wall overcome, do not let others take away from that.  For my part, I am going to make sure that I never cause anyone to feel the way I did for a day or two after Sunday.  Any step forward is progress.  Don't let others take away from that, or stand in the way of that.  Be victorious!!!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

I'm Not Alone! I Finally Got to Speak With Someone Who Knows Chiari First Hand!

Let me just start by saying this is totally a God thing.  Some of you will blame it all on chance, and that's fine.  As I have said before, going through this journey with Chiari has been discouraging, lonely, frustrating, and just plain tiring.  Unless you have been through it first hand, it is a hard disorder to comprehend.  I finally got to speak with someone who does know first hand.  It was a young woman, my age, named Becky.  She was working as a full time missionary in Africa, and had to return back to the US early due to ever increasing symptoms, and much like me, a very quick deterioration.  We'll get to her story, and our discussion, a bit later, but for now, let me unpack how this whole thing unfolded.

Friday was the worst day in a particularly bad week for me.  It was agreed upon by myself and my neurologist that I shouldn't be driving anymore, and that I am unable to work for a while until we get some of the symptoms under control.  So as a man, and a father, that is a hard place to be.  I went from working two jobs, 70 hours a week, to not even being able to work a full work week.  Add to that the fact that I am not the same person anymore, and my wife and kids have all commented on this.  It kind of all boiled over on Friday.  I can honestly say, it was the worst place I have been in in some time.  My only prayer to God all week was that I really just needed to see Him in all this.  In any way, big or small.  I just needed to feel that He's got this. 

We have a great set of neighbors, who have lived next to us for 8 or 9 years now.  We almost never get their mail.  Well Friday, UPS showed up, handed me a package, and left.  I looked at it and realized it was my neighbor's package.  (Incidentally, He is a Pastor, and she works side by side with him in his ministry.)  Emily said she'd bring it over, and was talking to our neighbor, Suzanne for a little while.  Emily updated her on where I am in this whole process, and told her specifically the name of the disease I have, Chiari Malformation.  They have been in constant prayer for us.  My neighbor proceeds to tell Emily about a young woman whose mother, as well as herself, have know them for a while.  The daughter, Becky, has had a lot of the same symptoms as I have had, and just had a surgery to correct it.  Suzanne wondered if it was the same thing, and told Emily she would ask her next time she sees her.  (Which was not expected to be this day.) 

Fast forward to Friday night.  Suzanne's husband, James, (the Pastor), comes to see me at 8:30, and says hey, c'mon over to my house, I want you to meet someone who has had a similar struggle.  Sure enough, it was Becky, and her mom, Grace, who just happened to show up at their bible study that night.  (They do not regularly attend this bible study.)  As Becky and I begin to talk, it is indeed Chiari that she has suffered from.  Not only that, but we have seen two of the same doctors in two of the same practices.  We have both been told that one of the diagnostic tests they use, a CINE MRI Flow Study, were in normal ranges.  We were both put in this waiting cycle, ruling everything else out, and basically, waiting for the neurosurgeons to decide our lives were impacted way too much before they would do the surgery.  Then she went to see a third surgeon, Dr. Krishnamurthy.  (She passed over him once before because he was in the same practice as her first consult.  I passed him over as well for the same reason.)  He was also recommended to me before by a former co-worker.  She went and saw him, and within a week, she was in the hospital, having her surgery.  Aside from that he was an EXPERT in this disease.  He even studied in Germany for a while to learn the best ways and procedures to treat this.  Needless to say, I will be speaking with his office Monday.

Becky is two months post op, and although the recovery has been long, painful, frightening, and worse than she could have imagined, her Chiari symptoms are gone.  She feels great appreciation for this surgeon, who was kind, compassionate, and understanding, especially after two previous surgeons were dismissive and cold.  She is well on the road to recovery.

Being able to speak to a real, live person, comparing symptoms, emotional changes, and discouragements, was amazing.  I realized I am not alone.  I wasn't crazy.  There was indeed someone else who knows exactly what I have been going through.  I was encouraged, re-energized.  Ready to face this head on again. 

Now to put this in perspective, 1 in 10,000 people are affected with this.  In Central New York, there are roughly 25 neurosurgeons, and we saw the same ones.  Some of the comments they made, were made to both of us.  We both had a false negative on one of the tests, and the surgeon that did her surgery, doesn't even use that test.  We have been living next store to our neighbors for 8 years.  That's 2500 mail delivery days, and we've only gotten their mail a handful of times.  Yet this day, we got their mail.  It was Suzanne who put the pieces together, and then this young lady shows up at their bible study, right next store, on the same day that I am at my lowest point.  Divine appointment?  I think so.

Becky an I prayed for each other, exchanged numbers, and agreed to keep in touch.  (They even want to make sure they know when my surgery is, so they can visit, and support me and my family.) 

I have a new sense of strength, and maybe that's because there truly is strength in numbers.  And I am truly not alone.  I met a person who fully understood the journey that I am on.  It was amazing.  I will keep you posted