On Mother’s Day my grandson Aiden called me.
Aiden is six years old.
We have been planning his visit with his parents to Portland all spring.
He was excited to tell me about what he had learned from a book about Portland that I recently sent him.
It will be the first time that Aiden, who lives in Denver, will see the Pacific Ocean or bridges over the Willamette and Columbia Rivers.
In the midst of dealing with the crisis with my other son, it would be easy to postpone this trip. Sad, Scary News
My Sweet Grandson
Somehow, I have to be back in Portland in time to make his dream come true.
He is so excited to visit me.
Oma, Do you know many bridges are in Portland?
How many Aiden?
Seven! Maybe more!
Oma, can we ride the train?
Oma, can we go to the beach?
My sweet grandson.
What a big boy you are now.
What a treat to hear your voice.
Oma, do you know what is missing from the book you sent me?
There is not a page about Oma!
Oh, I guess we will have to add one, won’t we?
The simplest toy, which even the youngest child can operate, is called a grandparent.*
Continue reading “Proof Positive”
If you have followed this blog you know that Coach Mabel preaches good nutrition, lots of exercise, mindful living, and quality sleep.
See her exercise video here. Mabel Does Yoga
When asked, Mabel feels that sleep is an often under valued part of healthy living.
As an example, she cites her parents. They are up throughout the night changing her diapers and feeding her. Definitely sleep-deprived!
Like a good coach, Mabel practices what she preaches!
Mabel’s Mother remains in treatment for her lung and brain cancer.
I remain grateful and humbled by your kind comments, prayers, and support.
Slow down; there is more to life than simply increasing its speed. Gandhi
Continue reading “Gandhi”
All of the “essentials” go out the window in times of crisis.
Eating, exercise, manicures, hair, nothing seems very important. Continue reading “Kindness of Strangers”
Feeling a little down?
Overwhelmed by your circumstances?
Feel like nothing ever goes right?
Coach Mabel has advice for you! Continue reading “Mabel Says “Think Like a Proton””
Cancer is a waiting game.
Waiting for tests.
Waiting for the doctor.
Waiting for treatments.
Waiting for results. Continue reading “Beauty Everywhere”
I was dreading and, at times, resenting Mother’s Day.
All of the ads showing mothers and children in happy scenes set my teeth on edge.
It is cruel that my daughter in law, a new mother, was greeted with a terrible medical diagnosis this past week.
Stage 4 cancer of the lungs and brain.
A slap in the face to a person who led an extremely healthy lifestyle.
Devastating to all of us.
Continue reading “We Can Do Mother’s Day”
Mabel is working on keeping her girlish figure.
As you can see, she excels at side planks!
She is a source of joy to all of us in this hard time.
My primary job is to take care of Mabel while her Mother is in treatment.
So, we walk, do yoga and hang out. She is a reminder of the joy of living in the moment.
Seeing her happy grin eases our emotional pain.
Blessed are the little children.
My daughter in law has been in the hospital for several days enduring tests and procedures to determine the cause of her illness.
In the meantime, I have been taking care of eight-month old Mabel and walking and praying.
Strangers always stop to comment on how cute Mabel is.
Now strangers stop to comfort her Grandmother (me).
This is so hard.
It is hell all over again for my son and me.
It is hell for all of our family.
Waiting. Anxious. Hoping for the best.
We received an answer. Continue reading “A Special Hell”