"Oh dear, 'Now What?"

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 2014

"Oh Dear, Now What?

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

I woke up this morning in a puddle of blood on my pillow, all over the side of my face, neck, and ear. How did I sleep through that? I went to Mayo to have it checked out. By the time I got there, I had to change out the bloody cotton balls 4 times, which were saturated. It was not painful, just messy.

When I arrived at the Mayo Clinic, I had to wait a bit in the waiting area because I did not have a scheduled appointment--I looked around at the people who were there today--no one I knew. Still, I watched a woman in a wheelchair. I was intrigued by her for some reason. I could hear her and her partner talking about different things, but I was more interested in why both of her legs were amputated, and one arm had gone--I kept to myself until her partner asked me if I would pass her a magazine. I said, "sure, which one do you want?" We began a conversation between us. I was able to ask about her medical issues. She was in a horrible car accident and rushed to the hospital, and when she woke up, they were gone. I asked her how that made her feel and that it must have been hard to process. Her answer was, "at first, I didn't know they were gone, and I was just happy to be alive, but when I realized or was told about the loss of limbs, I was very depressed, almost to the point of suicide" "understandably so" I said. "How are you dealing with it now that it's been a while and you have had to get out into the world and live again?" She graciously said, "I'm alive, that is a blessing in itself, but I had no idea how kind people could be. I normally consider people judgmental and rude, and some stare, but most people care."

I, too, believe that inside every person is a caring heart. It is a natural instinct for people to look at a person who is bald with cancer, especially a woman or someone who has lost limbs. Most of the time, we just pass them by and forget to give them a smile or two.

MONYA WILLIAMS is announced over the loudspeaker, and off I went--saying goodbye, knowing I will probably not ever see this woman again, but wanting her to realize she left an impression on my heart I will never forget--I started to leave then went back and told her what an impression she had made on me and gave her my email address to keep in touch. With tears in her eyes, she said thank you.

My ear is still bleeding, but Doctor Barrs is in surgery and cannot see me. He sent in his resident, the same one who saw me in the hospital and would not give me pain meds and overlooked the vast softball-size hematoma on my head--"Oh dear, now what?" was my thought. Like always, went over my medication list, then started her vacuum sucking out of my ear. My balance was off for quite a while--this is what she said to me "Ummm, I can't see where the source of the bleeding is coming from, so I think you should see Dr. Barrs next week." That is the extent of it for now--she stuck a cotton ball in my ear, and off I went--"what a waste of my gas" was my thought initially, then I remembered the amputee I met....she is the reason I was supposed to come here today...I met a new friend and was able to spread some happiness, her with me and me with her. 

This is my walk away from Mayo Clinic.

Pull your britches up

 

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 2014

Pull your britches up

Thursday, February 13th, 2014

Today I spent some time at Mayo Clinic. When I stepped off the elevator onto the fifth floor, I saw a sign with arrows directing me to the department you may need to visit. 5 East Check In, Neurology/Neurosurgery, Pain Clinic, PM and R/PT, Psychiatry/Psychology, Sleep Medicine. I had to laugh when I realized I have been to every one of these departments within the past 4 years. Today I am visiting the pain clinic.

My right hip and back are throbbing in pain; it is descending down my thigh to my knee and then traveling to my feet and out my toes. I'm hoping for some answers. Today is the usual stuff going on at Mayo Clinic. A lot of people walk around with no hair or needing oxygen tanks, and people are being pushed in wheelchairs. Today I am extra sensitive for some reason; tears are bubbling up. I can't stop thinking about cancer, it has changed my life, and then changed the life of my loved ones. It all hit me at once today I cried. I have been so blessed. I am a miracle.  I'm looking around at these people and wondering how I can help them to believe in something good?  I want to say, "Go forward in faith, have HOPE, and remember where you came from and where you are going" Most people look sad and dreary. I watched a husband and wife sitting together in the waiting area holding hands. I stared at that sweet moment; more tears flowed down my cheeks.

Suddenly I heard my name being announced, I wiped the tears from my cheeks and shook myself out of the self-induced coma I was in. The assistant asked if I was OK, I smiled and said "Yes, just a little emotional today" I'm sure she was uncomfortable as she led me into the exam room, I couldn't stop the tears from falling. She asked if I was in 'that much pain' I quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped my face. I told her "No, I'm OK" but in my head, I'm thinking "really? really am I OK?" She left the room.

I've always wondered why Mayo Clinic has a nurse come in to ask what medicine you are taking. I rattle them all off as she stares at the computer, reading them as I say them....does anyone think that is weird? Then she looks at me and says, "any other meds?" she proceeds to repeat what I just told her by reading it off my file. She leaves, and the P.A. comes in. He is tall, very handsome, and young, in his late 20's. Then he starts asking the same questions the nurse asked. With his handy little pen, he is writing notes. Then about as cute as he could be, he pulled out his own notes. He did a routine check.... bend over, touch your toes....(yeah, right) lean back, walk forward, turn around.... blah blah blah...... I asked if he was new, "Yes, but I know what I'm doing" I wanted to say, 'whoa there tiger I'm just wondering not accusing.' Dr. Cutie pie seemed nervous, he looked at me, smiled, and said, "They won't let me abbreviate anything here at Mayo" I smiled and said, "You mean like LOL?" This lightened up the mood a little, and we both laughed. He leaves the room, and Doctor Freeman I comes in, again asking about the medicine. It's the third time I've reported my medicine list. Mayo Clinic is supposed to be a teaching hospital I should expect this 'red carpet treatment. Nothing ever gets overlooked.

When I was getting my injection, Dr. Freeman was gentle, but this time it hurt more than I remember.
I've never cried while getting an injection, but today I did.  It didn't help that I could see everything he was doing through the mirror in front of me. I watched him take the long nasty needle and stick it in my hip, giving it a little push and shove this way and that way to make sure the entire area was covered--I was embarrassed when I cried.  Just when I thought it was over and the tears were gone, I had to turn over and get my lower back injected--I almost came off the table, and now I'm really shaking in pain. He asks the P.A. "Did you see how I did that?" REALLY? I'm right here I can hear you... he said, "Pull your britches up, and we can get you into the recovery room" for some reason something in my brain clicked and took me back to my youth. "Pull your britches up" My grandmother used to say when she wanted us to basically 'put on our big girl panties' and wipe the dirt off our knees. It's going to be OK.

Yes, it is going to be OK. I'm going to be ok. I just want to sleep. So much has been going on the last few nights I have not slept. I need to call upon the heavens and ask once again if the angels can calm my hurting heart and help me find some peace, go to my quiet place and sleep. I trust in His plan for our family and for me, but tonight I just need some reassurance that all is good in my little world, then I can sleep.

Monday February 17, 2014

Today would have been my mother's birthday.  Every year on this day I think about her. I say an extra prayer hoping she will have a peaceful birthday. I decided a couple of days ago that on this day in memory of her I would pay it forward, do something kind for someone and just spread happiness.

The alarm going off this morning startled me, mostly because it was 3:30 a.m. and I have not been up at this time of the morning since my medical leave 2 months ago, but also because I've been thinking about what I could do to share happiness today.

On my way to work, it was a little chilly outside, so I stopped at Starbucks to get a caramel apple cider. When I pulled up to the drive-up window, the girl said in her perky 4 a.m. voice "Here's your caramel apple cider, oh and it's free for you" I asked why it was free, again perky as could be she said, "Oh, the person in the car in front of you wanted to pay for your drink" by this time I have a puzzled look on my face.... she said, "You know, like pay it forward?" Wait, what? I wanted to spread happiness today. How, why did someone beat me to it? The natural thing would have been for me to pay for the people in the car behind me but being so shocked at the mere kindness of a stranger, I said thank you and drove off.  "Why didn't I pay for those people?" was my thought all the way to work. However, it did make me smile and renew my faith in the world. Maybe all is not lost. There is some happiness spreading.

When I got to work, there were 800+ people on hold because of all the winter storms in the East. I heard grumblings of co-workers tired from working mandatory 12-hour overtime hours. I said to myself, "No matter what happens on the phones today, I will not allow anyone to crush my dreams of a happy day."  Every phone call for the next 4 hours were people stranded, trying to get home, get to a meeting, make it to a wedding or funeral.  I tried my hardest to put myself in their shoes, despite their desperate cries for someone (USAirways) to take responsibility for the weather.

On my way home from work, I listened to happy music, joyful sounds of music bring back memories of my mom. I tried hard not to break out in tears. I so wish my mother had known me as a woman. I'm smiling, thinking of her finally happy now--why do so many people walk around mad, angry and resentful? Living this way takes so much energy and requires so much wasted time. Today I choose to be happy--

I can't prove that laughter is the best medicine, but I have seen many examples of people in my life who have had remarkable results in doing this regularly. It's been a long time since I've had a good belly laugh--I think it's about time for me to tap back into that.

I went to Paradise Bakery, bought 2 dozen cookies went to a place where I know some people would be needing a lift today -- the chemo lab at Mayo Clinic -- I would have loved a good cookie when I was sitting in that chair watching the red dragon drain into my body. This brought happiness to me. I loved seeing some frowns turn to smiles--

Today, I worked on not worrying about the past or the future but just being in the moment, today I made strides towards living free, living happily.

Happy Birthday, mom.

Hope for the Hopeless

 

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 2014

Hope for the Hopeless

Sunday, February 9, 2014

 We've all heard the phrase "wish upon a star" while this is fun and entertaining, forget about it. If you really want all your dreams to come true, you need to hold on to HOPE.

HOPE matters: HOPE is a choice. HOPE can be learned, and HOPE can be shared with other people.
Every time I need to be at Mayo Hospital, I take time to talk to those who are suffering from cancer. I've been trying to spread HOPE to those who do not understand what it means to have Hope and feel hopeless and lonely.

When I meet these people, it breaks my heart to hear them say, "I have no future; I have so much I wanted to do in life" I usually tell them how we think about our future--how we hope--determines how well we live our lives. When I have been desperate to need some type of HOPE, I will kneel and pray for guidance and comfort. I have found that Hope is not just being optimistic. Optimism is just an attitude. Hope, on the other hand, is belief plus action. You're hopeful if you believe in your future, that tomorrow will be better than the present and that you have the power to make it happen.

Many times, I have had to force my brain to see myself healed and happy. This takes excellent power of the mind but can be learned. Hopes are sustainable, but wishes are not.

Does Hope lead to happiness? Not by itself, but it is hard to be happy without it. One of the ways I have decided to hold on to that Hope is to surround myself with people who are optimistic about life, who take "hard to do" things, and accomplish the unthinkable.  

Winston Churchill said: "We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give."

Gilbert Temple Views

 

WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 2014

Gilbert Temple Views

The Temple used the Agave plant to decorate

These words are on every Temple

Love this view of Moroni

I love these beautiful flowers

Palm Trees of AZ

Sunsets in AZ

Beautiful skies of AZ

The Blue Stained Windows are beautiful

Arizona has such beautiful night views.

Gathering area outside the Temple

Beautiful Skyview

Easy steps to the front doors

I also love the rolling fountains

Religious Hyjacking

 

FRIDAY, JANUARY 31, 2014

Religious Hijacking

Religion has been hijacked....haha. But seriously, I was thinking about this a lot today.  So many people claim to be religious. To have compassion and love for everyone, no matter what their beliefs are, is what Jesus taught. He admonished all of us to care for one another in sickness, loneliness, and grief.
I don't ever remember it being said Jesus will only Atone for the sins of those who are Mormon, Catholic, or whatever religion others may fit into. He Atoned for ALL our sins, ALL the sins of the human race, not those who belong or have been baptized into a certain religious group of people. I can truly say, I love almost everyone I meet, it does not matter what their background or religious belief. A few weeks ago, a friend asked if she could give me a healing blessing for my ear and cancer issues, I was thrilled to have her anoint my face with her Turkish oil and put her hands on my head to bless me with healing. We spoke for a while after, and she and I agreed all prayers or blessings are according to not only our faith but also to what the Lord's will is. We both agree on this.

 I find that so many people hide behind their religious beliefs but forget to live what they believe. If we are all trying to live a little more like Jesus and gain attributes of Christ in our lives, I believe we should be supporting and loving one another as He did. There is this misconception about the Gospel of Jesus Christ. In my opinion and from what I have seen, those people who have a pure heart and want to achieve the attributes of Christ do not worry about other religious beliefs they LIVE WHAT THEY BELIEVE, and it shows in their everyday lives. It is simply a part of who they are. It is sincere and pure.  I've said it before, and I'll say it again, no one will ever walk into an LDS church service from here to the other side of the world and hear them speak evil or badly of what other churches believe in or to stay away from them--it is quite the opposite. An invitation is given to ALL who want to know what we honestly believe and LIVE, with no pressure to get baptized. We just want people to understand why we believe like we do. We understand that not all are going to understand or choose to believe the books or the sermon they hear at Sunday worship. The bottom line for me is how you treat people and show your attributes of Christ in your everyday life. Those are the people I want to surround myself with. If you are a member of the LDS church or any other, just stand behind what you believe and LIVE it daily.

Giving service and showing compassion towards others means taking yourself off your throne and putting the other person on the throne, forgetting yourself, and falling into the arms of others.  I tried an experiment some time ago where I decided no matter what the circumstances, I would try to put myself in the other shoes, trying to understand why they were acting out, upset or angry. In every instance, it was controllable, and I never saw a reason for them taking it out on others, however, we are all made up of diverse ways of communication and need to be taught slowly, compassionately, and in a nonjudgmental way we are all Heavenly Father's children, and He loves us all the same.

Never take hearing for granted

 

THURSDAY, JANUARY 30, 2014

Never take hearing for granted

To the person who wanted to know how my phone got in the toilet?  It was in my back pocket just so you know I retrieved it before I sat down--no body fluids got on the phone, but it was still kind of gross to put my hand in the water, and may I also say I did it swiftly and without thinking--I guess this goes to show us how much we all care about our phones.

Dr. Barr's

I saw Dr. Barrs today at the Mayo Clinic, the more I visit him the more I admire and love him. I'm not sure how or why I am so blessed to have the team of doctors I have, but I really do have a great relationship with all of them.

Today he vacuumed out my ear, there was a lot of drainage. When I told him about the pain, I was feeling down the back side of my ear and down my neck, he took a look and said he could not see that far into my ear, he would have to take off the ear again to see why it is causing this pain. However, he did reassure me that the surgery I went through will probably take 6 months to completely heal from. I had only two questions for him.

Me: "OK I know this may seem weird to you, but I'm going to ask anyway, OK?"
Dr.: with a huge smile. I love his smile. "Yes, go ahead and ask."
Me:   lifting my hair back as if I were putting it in a ponytail "Do you see any difference in my two ears?"
Dr.: Again, with that smile, "Umm, yes, one sticks out more than the other"
Me: "Will it always be this way, because I like to work out with my hair up, and it is really obvious."
Dr.: "Your ear is still healing and is still swollen; however, I don't think there is enough bone to support your right ear the way you had it before surgery." (smile) "let me ask you, would you rather have a tumor in your ear and a normal looking ear? or would you rather have a chance to live and hear better out of your left ear? besides, you have a screw hanging out of the bone that is visible too. Who cares what your ear looks like when your hair is up, no one will even notice"
Me: "now wait just a darn minute, that's not fair" he smiles bigger this time with his eyes "what can I say to that?" We both laugh, and I say, "you are absolutely right"
Dr.: "what is your other question?"
Me: "did you know I have bald spots on my head?"
Dr.: no smile--more concerned "where are they let me see them."
Me: pulling back my hair on the left side, I show him the complete baldness in a 2-inch by 2-inch round
with very little hair covering it--then another one in the back of my head
Dr.: "I am so sorry, I wish I had a magic potion we could put on that to make it grow back"
Me: "It's OK, I've been bald before this is nothing"
Dr.: "good attitude it will grow back before you know it"

Now thinking back about this conversation I'm kind of embarrassed that I asked him about my ear sticking out, I'm sure he wishes he could speak louder, but is glad to be alive and enjoying life with his family.

One of the reasons I love Dr. Barrs so much, and we have connected easily, is he has had problems with his Trakia and Larynx, so he talks very quietly almost in a whisper--when we first met, he read my charts and said jokingly "you and I are a great team, I can't talk, and you can't hear" he is so great to talk directly to my face, so I can read his lips. He was very tender with me when I cried in his office about what I was feeling during those weeks of not being able to hear. His residents were in the room, and he asked them to make sure if they talked to me, they were looking straight at my face so I could try to read their lips. I respond better to doctors who can be serious when they need to, give it to me straight, and then joke and make light of things when it's necessary to just get my thick head to understand, hair grows back--"who cares, at least I'm Alive."

I will not be returning to work next week. Dr. Barrs decided I need one more week to try to get this infection under control. I am feeling much better and am ready to go back to work. Eric wants me to take it easy and do what the doc tells me to do. Tonight, I can't help but be overwhelmed with all the blessings I have received throughout my life.

I'm looking forward to 2014 with a strengthened heart and greater empathy for the deaf.  I would love to learn sign language--I will add that to my list of things to do.

Through this experience, I'm not sure what I was supposed to learn, and maybe my school of learning on this topic is not quite over yet, but I know what I have learned so far:

Never take hearing for granted
Listen to uplifting music-music that brings a smile to your face or a tear to your eye.
He sees the heart inside me and is the only one who knows the strength I have
Even if I can't hear, I can feel Him with me--every time I kneel down, he always answers.

Toilet Phone

 

TUESDAY, JANUARY 28, 2014

Toilet Phone

Tonight, I cannot sleep, it's 12:15, the house is quiet as all are asleep and I am lost in thought.  Last week I lost my phone to the toilet--I tried all the tricks--I heard putting it in rice would help, but not for me I left it there for 4 days and still no good. I missed a Mayo appointment, but other than that I don't think I missed much. It was nice not being responsible, but I admit I realized how much I have come to rely on that device.  Eric was more worried about it than I was because he likes to call me throughout the day and check to see how I am. We do not have a landline here at our home, so, unless I was with one of my children, he had no way of contacting me. So with that being said I now am the owner of a new phone, thank you, Eric.

I will be visiting Mayo Clinic with Dr. Barrs on Wednesday morning. I hope all is going well with the healing, I am supposed to go back to work on February 4th.  I can't believe I'm saying this, but I am looking forward to it. With the merger between USAirways and American, it is important I am there to keep up with the latest and get the training I need.

My right ear is draining quite a bit. I've been leaving the cotton ball out so it can dry out, this was Dr. Barr's suggestion, but I'm pretty sure it's getting infected. I can feel it in my right jaw, behind the ear, and down into my neck.  It aches constantly, but I refuse to take pain pills. I've tried some herbal remedies, but nothing will work like a good ole narcotic, and I really don't want to go through what I went through to get off of them while I was dealing with my chemo and radiation.

I've gotten some energy the past couple of weeks, I've been juicing all my veggies and fruits in the morning, and it has helped me not only get the nutrition I need but give me some energy to get out of the house. I went to church on Sunday and did not wear my mask--I have a hard time breathing in it, but I understand the risk also. I'm ready to get on with life, no mask, no medicine, no blogging about my broken heart every time another trial comes.  I don't think I can cry anymore, it's time for me to dry my eyes, wipe off all the tears, stand up, let the sunlight in, and start living again.

I will never take my ears or hearing for granted again--3 weeks of literally not being able to hear were overwhelming to me, the only thing that helped me through it was reading, I read the entire book of Preach my Gospel, with special attention to reading chapter 6 on the attributes of Christ. What I learned from this experience is that I was lifted up and helped through those agonizing weeks.  I have nothing to complain about; when I see the Lord someday, I want to be able to say to him "Thank you, thank you for being my friend during those 3 weeks, for you were the only one I KNEW understood what I was feeling and all the fears I had" I will glory in his name all the days of my life, but also I am thankful he allowed my hearing to return in that left ear, the day it popped, and I could hear again was amazing--the birds seemed to chirp louder than I had ever heard, the phone rang more than I wanted, but the thing I loved the most was hearing music again, Sunday I could hardly get through the music, and continually watched Stephen Phelps play his testimony through his music, magically this man can calm my heart with his incredible way of putting my life in perspective, music is my way of communicating to my own heart what I am feeling. Thank you, Eric, for bringing a sense of humor to the situation.  I sometimes forget to just laugh at myself, if my story was written I really think it would be hard for some to believe, and maybe even I would laugh--but with It's time for me to try and sleep and to leave with this final thought for my children and family:

“Life is an opportunity; benefit from it.
Life is beautiful. Admire it.
Life is a dream. Realize it.
Life is a challenge. Meet it.
Life is a duty. Complete it.
Life is a game. Play it.
Life is a promise. Fulfill it.
Life is sorrowful. Overcome it.
Life is a song. Sing it.
Life is a struggle. Accept it.
Life is a tragedy. Confront it.
Life is an adventure. Dare it.
Life is life, Fight for it.”

~ Mother Teresa

Cowboy Recker at Angel Acres

 

WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 22, 2014

Cowboy Recker at Angel Acres

I will forever be grateful to this pretty lady Heidi. I met her Saturday; she is the reason Recker is attending Angel Acres Horse Therapy in Queen Creek. I love her for responding to one of the blogs I posted about Recker. I love her for her sweet smile and encouraging words.

To Heidi, I want to say this, I was moved in several different ways when I met you on Saturday. My heart was pounding when you approached me; I was unsure what to expect. Lately, I have been criticized for MY WAY of blogging. There have been many times I have wondered if keeping my blog open to the public is what I want to do, and I considered going private so that only my family would have access to it. If Heidi had not read my blog, I doubt Recker would have the time of his life riding horses every Saturday. From Kayla and Jeremy, they say thank you also. We will keep Recker at Angel Acres for as long as Marty continues to amaze us with her love and generosity to these children. 

 Heidi has been following my blog for several years. The things she shared with me on Saturday about my blog and the inspiration she has gotten filled my heart and was exactly what I needed to hear--I know the Lord intervened --as I have said many times, and I know many of you do not agree with my way of doing things, and that's OK, but this is MY JOURNEY, whether I write about the good times or the bad, I will not be going private anytime soon. I respectfully ask you not to read my blog or send me your harmful and hurtful emails. I am certainly not a professional writer; this is just my life. I want my children and grandchildren to know my world, my life, my understanding and perspective, all the beautiful things it can offer, and the people they can touch with words of encouragement. Life is always going to have difficulties, mountains, and boulders to climb; for EVERYONE, we were meant to come to this earth and experience those, whether they be health issues, family struggles, financial, etc.....they can and do touch lives, none of us are perfect, and I am the 1st to say this about myself. 5 years ago, I would have never shared any part of my past life; now, I choose to share; you may not, and that is perfectly OK, but please do not hurt me while you are experiencing YOUR JOURNEY. 

 While I am talking about this subject, and I hope this is the last time I have to before I start blocking people-- I have kept so much to myself for so many years. This blog has allowed me to heal and find peace in my life. Three years ago, I received emails from 3 different women who were struggling with Breast Cancer; searching the web and finding my blog, they each asked me, "how do you have so much faith?" They all wanted to know more about how I chose to worship. I sent the missionaries from the LDS church to these women's homes so they could learn more about what I believe and know to be true.  

One woman was from Oklahoma, one from South Carolina, and the other from New Jersey. I contacted the missionaries from the LDS church in their areas, and they all allowed the apostles into their homes to answer questions about the LDS religion. I still am in contact with 2 of the women. The woman from New Jersey was baptized along with her entire family and, a year later, went to the Temple to be sealed together for time and eternity. I recently received an email from her saying she was called to be the Relief Society President in her ward. Her husband is serving in the bishopric; her daughter is active in Seminary and will be graduating and going on a mission at the end of the year. Her son is on his mission now. So, the other women didn't get baptized; I love them for allowing me the opportunity to open up my circle of friendships and learn more about what they believe in--I love hearing from people. I can't even count the many times I have had wonderful people of other religious beliefs ask if they can pray for me or have even given me blessings; I LOVE IT--we all believe in the same God and have faith in the same God-He hears and answers prayers according to our faith in Him, no matter what or how you choose to worship.

This is the beautiful Heidi-I met her for the 1st time
Saturday--the little guy is Ezra, my 2nd grandson

About a year ago, Heidi contacted me through my blog; she asked me if Kayla and Jeremy would be interested in getting Recker into Horse therapy. I talked it over with them, and Kayla already knew quite a bit about it. I knew only one friend with a niece with Autism who had done the horse therapy and said it was great. Heidi said there would be a waiting list, and she wanted permission to put Recker's name on the list. Quite honestly, I had forgotten about it until I got a phone call from Marty, the woman in Queen Creek who runs this beautiful Angel Acres ranch. We spoke for quite a while on the phone, discussing some of Recker's sensory issues and the fact that he is 4 and non-verbal. Marty assured me she had seen it all and that Recker would not particularly like the helmet but that it is required for all children who ride at Angel Acres. Here we are a year later, and at his 1st lesson, you can see by the pictures he was not a happy camper. He screamed, oh how he cried. Jeremy was so patient, with a smile on his face the entire time, so happy and proud of Recker. I am glad Jeremy was there. Recker is just about as strong as Jeremy and did not mount this horse or ride quietly; Jeremy is the ONLY one who could have kept him from jumping off and running.

Recker was so upset about that helmet

We Love Floyd--so friendly and calm with Recker

Recker meeting Floyd--and learning
to brush the hair

Daddy and Recker mounting Floyd 1st time

Angel Acres has a little party every 6 weeks
for the children. Today was
the 2nd (graduation 6th-week party) for him.
They have a camera person taking pictures
every week and give the parents this
book filled with the 6-week progression of
Recker.

Recker rides the horse with no one having to ride with him. He does not cry; he does well with the helmet; in fact, he has come out of his bedroom with a hat on, so the sensory issues are getting better...Wells, I should say they come and go, but he loves riding horses. He even got to gallop a little this week. I am so grateful to Heidi for contacting me.

when it's all said and done
Recker and Daddy walk-off
holding hands--♥

New Gilbert Temple

 

TUESDAY, JANUARY 21, 2014

New Gilbert Temple

Saturday, January 18, 2014

We were able to have the whole family, except for
Kayla, Jeremy, Recker, and Ezra.

We had the privilege to tour the new Gilbert Temple on the evening of the 1st day of public viewing before the Temple was closed to the public. The LDS community and those of other faiths have been patiently waiting for almost 4 years for this Temple to be finished and ready for viewing.
I thought every room was beautiful and loved how they themed it around the Agave plant. This is more than a beautiful building, and it is a sacred and Holy place for worthy LDS members to pray and get answers. I have always told my children there is no place more beautiful than the Temple to be married. We have been blessed to have all of our children make the choice to be sealed to their husbands and Blake to Chloe. Those weddings will always be in my heart; I will never forget seeing these cute couples enter the sealing rooms together as friends and leave as friends and now as husband and wife. When Haleigh and Scott were married, we were fortunate to have the entire family there to witness their beautiful eternal promises to each other.

Tears filled my eyes when we visited the baptismal font; oh are so many memories I have as a youth baptizing in proxy; with my ear issues, I was only ever allowed to do one or two names; fortunate for me, I have those names written in my journal, and I hope to meet those people one day when I leave this life--if they chose to accept the Gospel I know I will see them and search for them.

I personally have never visited another building that has brought more spiritual joy to my heart than the Temple of the Lord. Many of my answers to prayers have been in the Temples of the Lord. I'm grateful to have Gospel in my life, and I am living proof that miracles happen when we stay close to the Lord and do our best to live as he did. I have so much to learn, and I look forward to volunteering at this Temple. I wish I could have time to stand still so every one of my friends LDS or not, could come and feel the spirit in this beautiful Temple. Eric and I have had many opportunities to visit Temples around the world, but something special is happening here in Gilbert; this is the most beautiful of all the Temples I have ever had the opportunity to visit.