A Ripple in Time

Life is funny. I was 16 thirty summers ago. Such a carefree time of my life. I had my first job working as a waitress that summer.

I had always loved everyone I met. I was also the most trusting and naive 16 year old thinking that people were naturally good. The people that. I worked with sprayed me with a hose and dumped me in a fountain just for the hell of it because they were bigger and stronger than me. I also had one of these co-workers keep bugging me for a date regardless of me telling him no repeatedly. That got ugly and I complained to my manager who just sort of laughed it off. Needless to say, I didn’t stay there long.

I learned a lot though, all things being said. I learned to be stronger and how to deal with people very, very different from myself. I learned to be independent and to sort of manage money, well a little bit. I was really good at the spending part. 

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Twenty years ago I was a brand new mom. I was married and was so excited to show off my beautiful baby girl to the world, all nearly 9 pounds. I felt like I had everything I could ever dream of having. A great husband, adorable baby, a home, and I would be starting a new job as an RN. How lucky could a girl be? 

 The summer of 1996 was magical indeed! Nothing could take away that kind of magic. I just wanted to keep that magic going. All the firsts out baby would and was performing. The hours of motherhood were tough, but I was tougher. My world was completely turned upside down by my little sweet bundle! 

All the hopes and dreams that come along with becoming a mother for the first time fueled me. We try not to live our own unseen dreams through our children, but it’s hard not to sometimes. You see so many possibilities in this new life but they become their own individual over time.

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Ten years ago this summer, I married my best friend. Together, we can conquer so much. I told Hubs once that I needed him to be my knight in shining armour. He, very casually, agreed. He is my fearless knight. He took on marriage full steam ahead and never looked back. Not only did he take on marriage to me, but he took on being a stepdad to 3 kids. Brave soul!

We added to our newly formed family the following year with our little bundle of joy, our little 8 pound boy.  I talk about Hubs all the time, but truly we have learned through our own trials and tribulations that marriage is work, very hard work. It’s the work that brings us closer though. I know without a doubt that I could never be who I am now without the unending support of my number one fan, my husband. 

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This summer has had it’s own trials and tribulations. My health over the last few months has been nothing short of mind boggling for me. I’m now finally on the upswing! If I didn’t have my husband and my family, I would have been more depressed than ever. My good friends checked in on me and visited. My support has been outstanding. This is all because of the ripples left behind of things I’ve done, people I’ve met, places I’ve seen.

We all leave ripples in our lives. Wee touch the lives of everyone we meet. It can be good or bad, even indifferent. You never know how the ripple will evolve. 

I married that boyfriend from 30 years ago, but not until 10 years ago. The little baby that changed my life 20 years ago is all grown up and living her own life away from home. She has flown from my coop. Little ripples of life that change your destiny? Sometimes, perhaps. I just like to think of it as God’s plan for us. 

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This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. Our host, Kristi, from findingninee.com came up with this week’s sentence about “ripples”.  Go check out the other great posts!

I Should Be Sleeping, But…

Sleep. I do a great deal of that these days. Yes, I feel guilty about it at times, but I really need sleep. If I’m going to gain strength again, I need several things with sleep being one of those things.  I also, ironically, need, exercise which isn’t happening as I had hoped it would, but I’m so tired  lately. I try so hard to do everything right. 

    They tell me work on getting your appetite back. Work on exercise. How does one do this when feeling worse than they did after surgery? My labs revealed that I still have an infection. In fact, my labs haven’t changed in 3 weeks and 3 types of antibiotics later, something should improve. Each time I believe I’m getting better, it seems like another little bump in the road happens. I’ll get there though, someday. 

    I have another doctor’s appointment today. I actually will be seeing my buddies in interventional radiology. This is the doctor that placed my drain over 3 weeks ago. Wow! That’s a long time for a drain! All I can do is take things one day at a time. I pray, a lot. I pray that today, these doctors listen to me, refer me to infectious disease doctor who might get rid of the infection once and for all. I pray for continued patience getting through all this. I pray for strength. I will conquer this. I will be me again. Someday, I will be me again. I will never again take my health for granted either. If this has been anything, it has taught me to be patient, to trust God’s timing and to speak up for myself, especially when no one wants to hear me. Today is a new day full of new promises. Perhaps today is the day life will turn around. I’m an optimist so today I choose to believe good things will happen. 

    Blessings and love to you, my friends! 

    Deirdre xx

    Gratefulness for Fathers

    I sometimes think what my life would have been like if I had not been adopted.  What would life been like for me if I had remained with my birth mother instead of been adopted by two of the most loving, hardworking parents I have ever known.  Would she have been a single mom raising me without a father in the picture? It could have been that way, but she wasn’t thinking of herself when she signed those papers.  She was only thinking about how much she loved me and couldn’t give me the things she wanted me to have in this life.  One of those things, may have been, a dad.

    My dad is a gentle, quiet soul.  He is an Irishman from the old country.  As he ages, he becomes more like my grandfather in many ways.  I was blessed to have my grandparents in my life while they were here.  My grandfather W, died at the tender age of 91 in 1981.  I remember this because I was in 6th grade and I must have had an unusual pained expression on my face instead of my normal smile.  I loved my grandpa and have great memories of him.  He was a peaceful man, like my dad.  Just don’t get them upset.

    My dad is very peaceful as well.  He is slow to speak about much of anything, but his mind is always at work.  His hands are always busy and and his heart is always full.  He is one to says very little, but when you get him going, watch out! He can amuse you with many stories and anecdotes from times gone by. I could sit and listen to his stories for hours, even days, if that ever happened!

    My father is the most generous man I’ve ever known.  He helps out everyone in need.  If a family member needs something and he can help, he does.  He’s always there to offer advice, but will never give it unsolicited.  If he judges you, he will only tell you if he thinks if will help you.  He and my mom had such a perfect love story.  Some of you have read about their love before.  It was a love that transcended time.  It was a love that began many years ago and drew through 55 years of wedded bliss.   Now, dad is stuck with just us crazy kids, but he’s still the happy person he’s always been.  He always has been able to maintain his composure.  But that’s just my daddy.  I love you to the moon and back daddy.  I just wish I could show you more or tell you more often just how much I appreciate you.

    The other most important dad in my life is my Hubs, of course.  He took on this job when I was a single mom with 3 young girls.  Not only that, but although my girls known him for their whole lives, they were a little leery having someone take over their dad’s job.  In time, they grew to love him very much and we have all grown to rely on him in our lives.  When we were young, I used to write in my diary that I would marry him.  I was 12 at the time.  I had the only diary I ever had.  I still have that diary.  I never dreamed that it would take us so long to get married, but I thank God every day that we found each other again.

    When I asked this man to just date me, he knew I had baggage.  He knew I was just divorced and that he and I would have to get to really know each other again.  Yes, we had remained friends for 15 years, but it was a very simple, carefree and innocent friendship.  In fact, I was trying to help him date other girls during that time and trying to give him hints and courage to ask them out.  I’ve never been so happy that he didn’t bother, or that they said no.

    When he entered our home and my life through marriage, he ultimately changed my world.  There have been times I was not as grateful as I should have been, but those days, luckily, are long gone.  Over the years, he has grown into a man who serves God and his family.  He has stayed up with the kids until way past the bewitching hour to work on projects, he has gone out at strange hours of the night to get some ice cream, chocolate, sanitary pads, school supplies, etc, for all of us.  He is, in one word, amazing.

    I couldn’t go through my life without my husband by my side.  My children with grow and start their own lives.  That is what I want for them.  I just need my husband by my side.  He is my everything.  He is the love of my life.

    I am so grateful for these two men.  I am filled with thoughts of love when I think of how they have made my life better.  They have shaped my life and given me so much to be grateful for.  They have impacted my children’s lives and made them better people too, even though they may not realize it just yet.  I am truly blessed to have them in my life.

    As I Was Growing and Changing

    Summers filled with swimming at the swimming pool, playing tennis with my friends, playing outside until the last lightning bug was caught.  Ahhh, those were the days.  I remember them so well.  The carefree days of long, long ago.  No bills to pay, no getting up for work, no one to have to take care of.  It’s not that I would have things any other way than the way they are now, it’s just, well, some days, just some, I’d like to go back in time to visit the old days that I couldn’t wait to get out of.

    When we are eight, we long to be nine.  I thought that being nine must be the coolest age ever.  I could never explain my fascination with the age of nine, but for me, I thought that nine year olds could do anything.  In my head, I had it imagined that they stayed up later, they had more independence.  It was just way cooler to be nine. Until, of course, I became nine and nothing at all changed in my life, except that I could say that I was nine.


    When I was 14, I thought the world started when you became 16.  You could drive and work!  Wow, I could get a job and by golly, I would get a job as a waitress because that’s what Mary H, my mom’s friend’s daughter did.  She got one at Wag’s Restaurant and she made tips.  Everyone knew that if you made tips, you made good money.  What a life it must be if you were 16, driving and had a job that made tips.

    That is exactly what I did.  Well, in the summer.  I wasn’t allowed to work during the school year.  And I got that job at Wag’s.  I wasn’t that great, but I always tried my hardest. I also was introduced to harassment, weird people hitting on me, spilling 5 cups of water on my manager and not making so much in tips that I was rolling in dough.  I worked all the time and boy, were my legs tired, but I had a job and I was so very proud of that.


    Eighteen must be where it’s at.    Then you’re an adult.  Then you don’t have to listen to your parents anymore.  They are always ragging about what they want you to do.  It sucks enough that all your friends got to go away for college and your 2 choices were both in town for nursing school, so they could keep an eye on you.  You know that they said “We don’t think you’re quite ready to go away just yet” means, you can’t handle it and we are going to micromanage your life just that much more.  God help me.  I just want to be an adult already.  When will they loosen those apron strings?


    I’m twenty-one, on my own and loving it, but this is so hard.  It’s hard to keep track of the bills.  I thought I’d have more money to have fun with.  God, they always treated me like such a child.  I’ll prove them wrong though.  I really will.  When I get married E and I will do just fine.  We’ll be so happy together.  They’ll see.  If he ever asks me.


    Well, I’m married and it’s been a rough start.  I sure hope he does really love me as much as he said he does.  He spends a lot of his time with his friends.  My friends come to visit me, but not as much anymore now that we are having a baby.  At least I have his sister.  I’m almost done with school.  At least I finally have made my own friends here.  It’s taken me forever since all his friends are just his gamer friends and are not like me.  I’m 26 now.


    Five years have past and we have 3 little girls now.  They are my life.  He’s a good father, but our relationship is awkward sometimes.  It seems to work though.  I think.  My girls are precious though.  My oldest just started kindergarten, my second one is in preschool and my 3rd is a newborn.  September 11, 2001 just happened and it’s a tragedy of epic proportions.  The world as we know it will never be the same.  I am a great mom and a nurse, but I fear I’m not a great wife anymore.  We just seem to go through the motions a lot.  It must be because the kids are small and take up so much time.


    Another 6 years have elapsed.  My marriage is in ruins.  My husband left.  I don’t understand.  This is all I’ve ever wanted.  What did I do?  How did this happen?


    July 28, 2006 I am marrying the man of my dreams.  Actually, he is the one I dated for 6 years through junior high, high school and part of college.  Then I dumped him.  I was bored and thought he didn’t love me.  The truth is, he never stopped loving me.  He was the one I went swimming with and played tennis with all those years ago.  He understands me like my ex-husband never did.  He is the love of my life and we will weather any storm.  We know that marriage is hard work, but he waited from 1989 until now for me.  Not that he didn’t date, but he’s only loved me.  Me! Sometimes things are better the second time around.  We hope to get pregnant as soon as possible because I’m not getting any younger.  I’m 36.  I’m a beautiful bride, even if I say so myself.


    April 27,2007 Baby boy is born.  Well it certainly didn’t take us long to get pregnant.  The boy was a honey moon boy.  What a perfect, 8#, 20 inch long baby boy.  His lips are like rose buds.  He’s perfect and looks like his daddy.  I’ve never been happier and I am so happy to say that my family is finally complete.


    This summer will be our 10th anniversary and I grow more in love with my husband everyday.  I can’t tell you that I wish the divorce didn’t happen, but my first marriage was not the fit that this one is.  We fit each other like a pair of old well worn kid gloves.  My husband makes me very happy and we understand each other.  It’s also so nice to have him to reminisce with about the good old days.  The day he got so mad at this brat of a kid that he dumped water on him at the tennis courts and chased him all the way to the pool where he promptly got kicked out.  He was defending his brother and myself.  Always my knight in shining armor.  My hero.  Sometimes he remembers my stories, other times he doesn’t, but he always listens to them anyway.  I thank God for this man every day and for the family I’ve been given.

    Growing up is great when you’re young, but you’re always in such a rush to grow up.  Such a shame knowing what I know now.  I wish I hadn’t always wanted to be the most independent woman that I have become.  Just another reason to love Hubs I guess.  He lets me rely on him, a lot!


     


    This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post with your host, Kristi from www.findingninee.com

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    Tales Post-Op: Home at Last

    I can’t tell you how glad I am to be home.  I did absolutely enjoy being pampered by the extraordinarily kind nurses at the hospital for 5 days, but there really is no place like home.  I love my soft, clean, fresh sheets.  I do, however, miss the bed that raises up and down.  The pain caused from that movement can be described as less than favorable at the moment.  If you don’t know, I had a large abdominal surgery last Friday so my tummy muscles are crying right now with activities I normally do without blinking. In this edition of Deirdre’s Daily Dose, I hope to amuse you with some antics of the “far away, far out” me induced by pain medication and other journeys over the last 5 days.  I wish it won’t bother you in any way, and that you can follow it, because, well, I’m stoned on Norco and tramadol at the moment and keeping my eyes open is hard enough!
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    First of all, everything takes 1o times longer to accomplish thanks to my pain medication. For instance, just this minute, I started typing, zoned out, I think I may have even fallen asleep, and all I keep hearing in my head is an earlier conversation about naming a future dog Edgar.  So, in that “away” time from blogging, my finger fit the “d” and stayed there for many rows of, yes, you guessed it, “d’s”.  Grrrrr! I had to erase all of them.  What a pain! I keep falling asleep during this paragraph and dreaming.  Just little short dreams about the strangest things.  If I could just stay awake to write.  This would be such a funny post, I tell myself.

    In regards to sleeping and the medications, let me tell you a couple of things.  First, the dreams are so weird.  Very colorful, but I always dream in color, these dreams are in strange, off the wall colors most of the time.  I can fall asleep in seconds and often do.  So, I may be talking to you, then the eyes close, I’ll still be talking to you but the dreaming starts while I’m talking to you.  I’m in two different places at the same time.  How bizarre!  My eyes are so happy when they are closed right now.  I know my body has lots of healing to do, but I simply can’t keep my eyes open for very long.  It’s not even that I’m not interested in what you’re saying.  I’m very interested, but my eyes and my body are so tired. And reading, well just forget it.  If it’s very short, I may get through it.  I may have to have someone read to me. What normally would take me a few minutes could literally take me all day.  Writing this is taking far more time than it ever would if I weren’t under the influence of medications.  And, this is what I love more than anything else.  Sharing my time with you.  Sharing my thoughts with you.

    I do look and feel like a pin cushion presently.  I have gone through my surgery which was done laprascopically. Because of this, I don’t have one giant incision.  I am fortunate to have 2 poke holes, one small incision and a larger incision which is still relatively small.  but still, I’m marked for life, again.  Dad said, regarding my abdominal surgeries that I should have a zipper placed in my abdomen.  I teased him and said, “well I have one already.  Haven’t you seen it?  It’s all the rage in the frequently operated abdomens this summer?” This was my eighth abdominal surgery in the last 20 years.  Man, I’m one tough nut to crack.  Soon, they will run out of things to take out.  I’m like the patient in the game “Operation”.

    As far as my IV’s and needle pokes, well, my veins have decided that they’d like a rest.  I was stabbed 12 times in 5 days for my IV’s thanks to my veins deciding to be sissies.  They just didn’t want to play nice with the needles. You see, as a nurse, I know how long the IV’s should last, and mine usually only last 24 hours.  I did have the last one for 48 hours before it infiltrated, but there were a few days I needed 2 IV’s as well.  That was not fun.  They should last 72 hours.  Next time, I’m suggesting a central line.  That’s it.  My arms are various shades of black, blue, purple, yellow and green from the various bruising.  Fun times.  Oh Yeah!

    Now, let us talk about fluid.  surgeons love to make sure you are overfilled with fluids.  I am no exception.  That wasn’t a problem with a catheter to take care of the urine I was producing, but Day 2, my friend, the cath, went bye bye. Up and down, up and down. Painfully I made that trek while the fluids ran in liter after liter through my veins.  I even started getting puffy little feet and hands.  I was looking like a puffy little marshmallow with those excessive fluids.  Love me them lactacted ringers! Eventually, they were turned off and my puffiness started to decline and is still declining.  I still weigh more than I did entering into my surgery though.  That I’m not a big fan of, but it will go.  Eventually.

    I’m now up and about more that I was, when I’m not falling asleep at a moment’s notice. I’m starting to feel better, but I’m reminded with pain when it’s time to take my little friends, tramadol and norco.  I’ve got a regiment going on and hope it will be just a short term one.  I hate the feeling of loopiness in my brain.  My kids laugh at the way I speak after the norco.  I just want to sleep  Ah, there’s the twinge again.  Time for my date with T and N.  I’ll be off for now.  Wouldn’t want to fall asleep on you again and have another odd dream to attempt to tell you about!

    Ta-Ta for now!

    Deleriously Dreaming Deirdre! xo

    Finally Quote Day 2

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    I’m finally home from the hospital and freed from all the annoying tubes and wires.  This means it’s blogging time!  I’ve missed blogging so much.  It also means, I can get back to my second day of quotes, more importantly, Outlander quotes.  I said regarding the first quote how deeply Claire and Jamie loved each other.  If this quote from Jamie doesn’t seal that idea into your head, I don’t know what will.  I don’t want you to think that this series is just some sloppy love story though.  It is anything but what you would expect  My husband has laughed when I’ve read pieces from these books because Diana Gabaldon is the wittiest and most imaginative author I have ever had the grace to read.  If you haven’t already, I absolutely suggest reading her work or at least watching the series on Starz.  It is also done very well.

    Now, for today’s nominees… duh, duh, duuuuh!

    1. https://monicavel.wordpress.com/   a wonderful motivational blogger with great advice!
    2. https://winewankers.com/  The best wine blog ever! Man, I’m looking forward to a good glass when I’m no longer on my pain meds!
    3. https://musicteacherlifestyle.wordpress.com/ Be inspired by a music teacher’s lifestyle

    That’s it for today’s quote.  Check back again tomorrow for another Ourlander quote and 3 more nominees.  If  you choose to play along that’s great!  We’d love to have you long for the fun.  If you choose not to, just let me know.  I won’t be offended.

    Love and peace to you all,

    Deirdre x0

    I Have a Great Profession

    As sick as I am in this hospital bed, I know I am annoying to cope with.  I hate using my call light.  I try to do things on my own.  I just do.  I am this way because I’m a nurse.  I know what it feels like to be torn in several directions at the same time and not know what way to turn.  I remember those days well although it’s been years.

    Tonight, I am just so proud of being a part of such a wonderful profession.  I have been cared for so well so far on this hospital trip.  I am not my normal lucid self most of the time.  Right now, I’m having a rare lucid moment and I’m snatching it up to share it with you. It’s very difficult to type with tubes and wires attached everywhere, but they are necessary.  I will soon be given my pain medicine again and no longer be lucid.

    My dear ones, just hug all the nurses that are in your lives.  They really do go through so much at work and deserve your undying love at home.  I don’t say this for myself, but for all the nurses still working in the hospital.  Being a patient brings to mind countless memories of the good, the bad and the downright ugly.  Nursing isn’t a job, it’s a calling!

    And Of These Roots…

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    Our family circa about 1978 or so at Mackinac Island Grand Hotel

    Many years ago, in 1955 and 1960, my father and mother came to this country.  They had known each other in the old country.  In fact, they had known each other since the age of 12.  The old country I speak of is Ireland.  The land known for it’s 40 shades of green, shamrocks, leprechauns, rainbows, and pots of gold.  Well, that’s what Americans think of. When I think of Ireland, I think of family, specifically, my family.  I am fiercely proud of the family I come from, or rather was adopted into.  It is the greatest family I could ever ask for.

    My mother came from the midlands of Ireland.  Specifically, she was born in Mullingar, County West Meath, Ireland.  She was the eldest of 5 siblings, of which there were 2 girls and 3 boys.  My mother, who was so full of life, was adventurous, athletic, slim and feisty.  She had the hardest time sitting still.  In fact, resting never seemed to be part of her vocabulary.

    Mom grew up a tomboy, but with 3 younger brothers to keep in line, it’s really no wonder.  With her athletic abilities and small stature, she had to be quick, and she was.  Did I mention she was also the tiniest of the 5 siblings in her house?  Her dad was 6’4″ and her mother was 5’10”, but mom topped out at a mere 5’5.5″ and in her 86 years on this earth, she maintained her height.  Good bones.  No osteoporosis for her!  Man do I wish I shared her genes.  We lost my mom to a hemorrhagic stroke 6 months ago.  There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about her and miss her so much.  I long to hear her laugh and talk to her just one last time.

    Dad grew up in the west of Ireland.  Mom’s family moved to the west when she was 12.  It was through business of their father’s that my parents met each other.  Dad hadn’t noticed mom so much, but mom had already put her sights on him at a young age.  Dad was one of 8 siblings and dad was towards the younger of the lot.  He’s such a brilliant man and it all started when he was a kid.

    Dad was the kid with his nose always in the books, as they say.  Always studying, studying, studying.  Mom thought “this one is going somewhere”. She also found him extremely cute with his jet black hair and hazel eyes.  He was the one wearing glasses in all the photos of long ago. I’ve seen the photos.  Such a cutie patootie.

    Mom would go out to the Walsh farm for her holidays and was very close to dad’s sisters. It didn’t mean she wasn’t noticing the cutie though.  I may be adopted, but let me tell you, the apple didn’t fall far from that particular tree.  My husband and I have known each other since I was 10 and he was 12.  He had jet black hair and still, obviously, has his beautiful hazel eyes.  Kind of strange, isn’t it!

    So, eventually, when they were of dating age, mom and dad were “courting”.  The thing is, education came first for both of them.  Mom’s family wasn’t a wealthy family so she went off to England and studied nursing.  She eventually studied Midwifery and delivered many babies.  I loved listening to those stories so much.  Another one of the things I miss so much about mom being gone. Dad, went off in a different direction.  He stayed in the west of Ireland and went to university to study medicine at University College Galway.

    Okay, my husband, Canadian born, studied medicine at University College Dublin.  Yes, another similarity.  Also, my husband and my dad are not tall men.  They are both Irish, even though my Hubs was born in Newfoundland, so I married a good looking Irish guy.  Well, I think he’s gorgeous and that’s all that matters at the end of the day.  I promise, the 2 really aren’t that similar, but those are things I just happened to notice.  I have similar taste to my mom.  That was all I was implying.  Seriously!

    Mom and dad were married much later than one would think.  Even though they knew each other for many years, dad made absolutely certain he could afford to marry her and take care of her well before he asked her the magic question.  They were married at the tender age of nearly 30.  Yes, can you imagine? She was beginning to thing he’d forgotten about her altogether.  They did have their happily-ever-after for 55 amazingly wonderful years.

    Can you imagine knowing someone for over 70 years and then losing them?  That’s what my dad had to go through last November.  He did it with grace and peace like he  does everything in life.  He is the strongest, smartest and most faithful man I know besides my husband.  He taught me so many things in my life.  It’s because of my parents that I am who I am today.  I may not share the same genetic material as them, but as far as I’m concerned, I might as well.  I think living with the best parents in the world, although also the toughest, created me.  It formed me into a loving, generous, hardworking and faithful woman.  I am just a branch, but a strong branch, thanks to my roots.

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    Hubs and me aged 19 and 17.  Oh, those were the days!

    This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post hosted by the lovely genius otherwise known as Kristi from www.findingninee.com.  We link up and share our work each week to finish one sentence.  Go check out the rest of the blogs and find out about our roots this week!

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    A Quote a Day Keeps the Love Here

    I’ve been nominated for the I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC challenge today by the one and only lizalizaskysaregrey. I’d like to thank her most profusely and hope that I am up to the challenge as I love quotes, but I’m off to surgery in the morning.  I will try to post my quote for tomorrow before they wheel me off!  Hopefully I won’t be too out of sorts on Saturday to post as well.  Thank you Liza so very much for thinking of me.  I’ve selected a quote from my favorite series and nominated some great bloggers to participate in this cool idea!  Keep this rolling.  It will grow and It will expose us all to more of each other’s blog posts as well.  Let’s grow together!

    Two of my favorite literary characters are Jamie and Claire Fraser.  Their love is a true and pure love, although it didn’t start out that way.  I won’t spoil anything by reviewing this series, which is by and large my absolutely favorite, because I would simply give away too many spoilers.  I have read and reread the entire series so many times.  I watch the series on Starz as well and I will tell you that it is excellently cast and so well done.

    I chose this quote to be my first quote of my 3 day challenge of quotes because it epitomizes the truest of loves.  I feel this for my husband.  Well, when I’m not being a terribly wretched human who is ungrateful for the wonderful things he does for me.  Yes, I have so acted this way towards him.  I hate when I do that, too!  I love him with my whole heart.  I wouldn’t be the person I am without him.  When you hear the cheesy phrase, “he completes me”, they are referring to my Hubs and I.  No, seriously.

    We keep each other in check.  It doesn’t mean we always get along.  In fact, quite the contrary.  We often do disagree and I am the over-the-top extrovert, whereas he is the quiet introvert.  Somehow, we complete each other to make one whole person that makes sense.  We bounce ideas off each other and when I’m upset, and I’m often upset, he always, somehow magically, makes me feel better.

    Rules of this challenge are as follows:

    1. Thank the person who nominated you.
    2. Post a quote for three consecutive days.
    3. Nominate three new bloggers each day.

    Today I nominate:

    1. peacefrompanic.wordpress.com
    2. https://msnubutterflies.wordpress.com
    3. https://atribeuntangled.com/

    Blank Looks

    Image result for blank looksShe stared at the plate set before her.  It was the weirdest conglomeration of food she’d ever seen.  The blank look on Kate’s face must have elicited the response of giggles from her husband.  He had done this on purpose, but she really would never know.  The kids were to have chosen the meal for Mother’s Day breakfast, but little did Kate know that her darling husband, Ryan had assisted them in the choosing. The girls were elated to have made mommy breakfast in bed.

    As she choked down chocolate cake, scrambled eggs, some fruit salad consisting of strawberries and bananas, and some leftover pork chop from the night before with peach compote, Kate thought of how lucky she was to have such a beautiful family.  She relished the thought of this happening every year, but knew this may be the last year.  She had been diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer and had just undergone her bilateral mastectomy 2 weeks before.  She couldn’t think of her little girls growing up without her.  She had a will to live that was fiercely strong.

    Her girls, Ella, aged 4 and Emma, aged 2, were her life.  She was so blessed to have them as well as having the most loving and supportive husband.  Ryan worked so hard so she could stay at home with the girls.  How had she not felt the lump? Why did she stop doing the stupid monthly self breast exams?

    Tomorrow she would start the radiation and next week her chemo would begin.  She knew how sick she would be from both.  She didn’t like to think about it, but she did think about it.  Of course she thought about it.  She was normal, for God’s sake.  And she prayed every day.  She prayed for healing.  She wasn’t sure how her girls were going to handle all this change.  She looked up at her husband.  Now it was his face that was blank.

    “Honey, what’s the matter?” she asked him gently reaching for his hand.

    “It’s just that I could tell by looking at your lovely face what you were thinking about.  You are so beautiful.  I want you to know that I will always love you.  I will always be here for you and we will get through this.  I love you, honey.  I love you with all my heart.  I know that you are scared and I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t, but honestly, you’re going to make it.”

    “Thank you,” was all she could manage to say between the tears streaming down her face.  The blank look was gone between both of them.  There love had lasted through these last 20 years of high school, college and the rest.  Their’s was a love that would stand the test of time.  If time was what God and medicine would give them.