I am providing a link for a GoFundMe account I have set up for my daughter to help with the cost of going to Mayo Clinic to repair her heart.
She’s a spunky 7 y/o with such enthusiasm for life who likes to dance, enjoys playing with her friend Addie, loves her family, practices rollerskating as much as she can, loves school and learning, definitely acts like the ‘big’ sister that she is while also acting like the ‘little’ sister that she also is.
There’s more to her story here, but the short version is: she was recently diagnosed with having atrial septal defect aka a hole in her heart. Upon her diagnosis, her doctor referred her to Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN where the repair procedure can be done. The cost just to get in the door to see the doctor is $5000. We also have to worry about other medical expenses that are not included in that amount as well as travel expense.
I ask you to please take a moment to read about her and her medical condition in more detail. I pray you also consider making a donation, which goes toward the expenses mentioned above.
The link is below:
As always, God bless you (the reader) and thank you for taking the time to read about Lily and her story. Thank you as well for contributing to her medical/travel fund. It’s mean so much to her father and I as well as our children and the rest of her family ♥
Generous: freely giving or sharing money and other valuable things; providing more than the amount that is needed or normal : abundant or ample; showing kindness and concern for others (Merriam-Webster Dictionary).
So often in this life, generosity seems to get lost in the jumble. Families. Jobs. Responsibilities. Unforeseen expenses. Loss of loved ones. Changes in living. And the list goes on.
Life. It just happens.
Before we know it, our worlds can be turned upside down and inside out without ever asking us what we think.
How do remain humble? How do we remain positive? Loving? Supportive? How do we continue to spread the goodness of the Lord?
Through generosity. Through simple acts of kindness.
As has been posted a few different times, my oldest daughter was recently diagnosed with a medical condition that can be repaired through surgery. I ask that you take a moment to read through her story in the following posts and then consider making a donation to the GoFundMe account that is set up for her to aid in costs of medical care and travel expense. The following links provide the details of her ‘condition’ plus her story. My husband and I are grateful for all the prayers that have been offered and will appreciate any donation that is made. You will remain in our prayers for a lifetime. You can find her story here, here, here and here.
If you are willing to make a donation, you can do that with the following link:
My husband and I normally don’t do this sort of thing. We are the kind of people who find our way and don’t ask for much from others. My husband is a hardworking, reliable, giving person. He keeps his word. He fulfills his promises. He is always willing to help others no matter what. I am a stay home mother who focuses on family and God. We love the Lord and we want to see our children grow into good, God-focused, giving adults. In our efforts to help our daughter, we are reaching out to friends, family, and strangers who are willing to help.
Thank you for taking the time to read this blog and to my followers I thank you for your continued support and encouragement in building my blog.
May you all have a blessed day ♥
There’s a tree out in the back yard that never has been broken by the wind, and the reason it’s still standing is it’s strong enough to bend — Tanya Tucker
An oldie but a goodie…..
A song from back in my childhood….dead give away to my age 🙂 Ah, but the song brings back good memories. A great song, one that I would sit and replay 100 times or more.
Where I live, I have a long drive to get to town to do any shopping, doctor’s visits, visiting my in-laws, etc. etc. All the many years ago when we bought our current, the one thing I look forward to seeing during every drive into town is (has always been) a big, beautiful tree on the side of the road — even my children know it’s my favorite tree! I have pictures of it, but don’t want to go through my photos at this point. I’ve watched that tree change over the years, but every year I’ve watched in bloom in the springtime. Like me, that tree has aged (although it is older than me!). Like me, that tree has matured over the years. Like me, that tree has hung tough through the storms that have occurred in the past nine years.
When I drive by that tree I am awestruck by the sheer beauty, the unwavering strength, and and its’ ability to withstand all the storms it has endured. The tree reminds me much of my own journey. My husband and I are still going after all of our hardships, ups and downs. We have come through the storms. Like that tree, I pray that our marriage will continue to grow and thrive.
My husband and I talked about this.
After our last round with a puppy, we decided on no more animals,
I stopped at a garage sale the other day and magnets (otherwise known as puppies) drew his attention. He brought one over to me as I was looking through some baby clothes for my nephew. She was the cutest little brown puppy and my first response was….
“No, your dad will be mad if we bring that dog home.”
“Oh Mom, please..we can take him to papa’s so he can train him. Papa won’t care because we can train her into a hunting dog.”
“Uh-uh….no way. Your dad will be mad. We already said no more animals.” But she was so soft and furry and brown…… “Well, maybe papa would like a hunting dog…”
Needless to say, we ended up bringing the little snuggle bunny home…
Yes! My husband and I argued over it for 3 days!
She has a home now. I made her a bed out of jean pieces sewn together like a pillowcase and stuffed with some scrap stuffing — got the idea from my father-in-law 😉
Today, I took her in for her shots and she did wonderfully. I also bought her a pink and orange collar 🙂
The kids haven’t been able to leave her alone. She is loved ♥
As most of you know, my daughter (her story) was diagnosed ( the actual diagnosis) with a heart (hearing the murmur) defect a little over a month ago. We kicked it into high gear to get her to Mayo in Rochester as soon as possible. From what I’ve been told, it’s nothing serious as of yet (a little later in life the complications would be more detrimental), but as a mother, the thought of one of my children being unhealthy in a way that requires hospitalization and/or surgery just does not sit well with me. I’m sure this is true of most mothers.
Anyway, the appointment scheduled for tomorrow, but upon hearing from Mayo today with some concerns, the appointment got rescheduled for next month.
I. Was. Not. Okay!
Another whole month of waiting.
And waiting is not my forte!
I am not a patient person especially when it comes to something such as this.
I will be okay. She will be okay.
Over the last month I have been fraught with worry. Between her medical concern, my youngest daughter’s latest injury that resulted in 5 stitches on top of her foot, and the daily goings-on around my house, my mind has been completely engaged 24/7.
No. Such. Thing.
As I said though, she will be okay. I will be okay.
The worry that has been a constant since I found out about her condition, was finally laid to rest last night. During my nightly Bible reading (I am presently reading the Book of Luke), some verses really hit close to home:
Luke 8: 49-50….“While He was still speaking, someone came from the ruler of the synagogues house saying to him, ‘your daughter is dead. Do not trouble the Teacher.’ But when Jesus heard it, He answered him saying, “do not be afraid, only believe and she will be made well.”
I read that passage a couple of times. The words sank deep into my heart and I felt such a peace come over me. I usually read propped up in bed in the evening which was exactly where I was when I read that passage. As I said, I felt such a peace settle into my heart and I jumped up from my bed, a big smile and tears streaming down my cheeks as I hurried into the dining room where my husband was. I stood there, crying and smiling at the same time as I told him: “She’s going to be okay. Honey, she’s going to be okay.” He looked at me like I was temporarily insane, then he nodded and said, “yes, I know.”
Okay, you first have to understand that we had been in a disagreement earlier in the day and some of the animosity still lingered so the exchange was somewhat awkward, but the peace I felt in my heart remained. I went back to our room to continue my reading and he finished what he was doing on the computer.
Although the appointment got rescheduled, my heart is still at peace. When she does go to her appointment….She Will Be Okay.
In the mean-time, I know that God is with us. With her. Always.
It’s been awhile, I know, but here goes it…..
Our up and coming 2017 Graduate: D. Wallace
(if you know him, you know what the initials stand for)
Wt: 8 lbs 5 oz
Ht: 21″ long
Blue eyes, Blackish-Brown hair
Wt: 150 lbs
Ht: 5 ft 10 in
Blue eyes, Brown hair
As a baby, he was colicky so he cried a lot. He liked to be snuggled close, held tightly. He was a nervous baby, but he was funny and loving and excited by the world around him. When his little brother came along a couple years later, he helped soothe baby brother during baby brother’s crying bouts (which weren’t often, he was much happier baby). Mr. D was quite protective of baby brother and loved to play with him, make him laugh, snuggle him. In those toddler years, Mr. D was easy to potty train, loved being outside, was picky about his food, and enjoyed playing anything with a ball — as most toddlers do 🙂 He was always excited when his dad got home, wanted to ride the motorcycle with his dad, and couldn’t wait to ‘help’ his dad…..you know! Tools! With me, he wanted to be helpful with baby brother or whatever else I was doing, wanted me to keep him entertained, and wanted to play at the park.
Over the next few years, as he entered elementary-age childhood, he became more independent, he got involved in sports from a very young age. He enjoyed swimming, track, basketball, football, wrestling, and gymnastics (maybe a few more). With each passing year, he became a little more of who he is, his friendships grew stronger, and his sports involvement became more focused. In those elementary years, he discovered more about himself: his likes/dislikes, his comforts/sorrows, his strengths/weaknesses, and he accumulated some successes/failures.
As he entered middle and high school, he had pretty much narrowed down his sports activities to basketball and football, with football being priority. He has developed his own values based on what he’s been taught and what he’s fine-tuned for himself at his age. He’s spent more time building his friendships and one special relationship (she knows who she is ♥), meeting his responsibilities of work and school, and cementing the familial bonds over the last few years. He’s still an anxious person who worries all the time. He’s still a joy to be around and one who can make people laugh, but is not afraid to say what he thinks — within reason, of course. He’s got a wonderful personality and will only continue fine-tuning the fine young man that he already is.
It all seems to be going so fast now. To soon the little booger will be graduated and off to college.
I love this young man with all my heart and I am so very proud of him ♥♥♥
As you know, my husband and I recently learned of a congenital heart defect that my oldest daughter has. Repair is needed so a couple trips to Mayo are in our future.
Since learning of her diagnosis, I’ve been quite worried — as to be expected. I say lots of prayers and shed many tears. Bad dreams have been wreaking havoc on my sleep. And, of course, we can’t NOT include the rest of our life. All the kids. Jobs. School. Homework. Bills. Grocery shopping. Doctor’s appointments.
You know….just living.
Miraculously, my husband and I have been doing very well in dealing with everything on our plate. We are thankful for God’s presence in our lives, the support of our loved ones, and the friendships that are a source of encouragement, love, and joy.
Our home is busy from the moment we open our eyes until the last child falls asleep for the evening. Basically, our time clock runs from dark-thirty to dark-thirty.
And finally, when those quiet moments roll around, we enjoy that little space of time together completely uninterrupted by chattering, squealing, laughing, sometimes fighting children. We snuggle in for talking or a movie…..quality time. It’s in those moments when my mind slows down and my emotions are relaxed that my fears about my daughter sneak up on me.
At that point, my so-very-sweet husband provides a strength that I seem to be lacking after a full day of devotion to my home and my family. It’s in those moments that I don’t have to pour the 50th glass of milk or clean the sticky mess on the floor for the umpteenth time in a span of 10 minutes or step on that same darn Jenga block that has magically reappeared haphazardly under my feet. No more arguments about getting homework completed, who was talking first, or who’s turn it is to do dishes.
In that quiet time with my husband, my heart lets go and my mind slowly morphs into wife mode. In light of my daughter’s diagnosis, many of these nights have been spent held tightly in his arms, soaking up his strength, his words of encouragement and kindness, his reassurances as I cried into his shoulder.
That very quality in a man that the female persuasion is drawn to from the beginning.
Strength of mind, body, and soul.
Strength to keep going when the going gets rough.
Strength to be the husband who provides and protects, the father who meets his obligations without fail, the friend to all who come to him.
Strength to lead a Christ-centered home.
Strength to endure, overcome, grow, and teach.
Strength to be the man that God has created him to be.
Women everywhere, since the time of creation, look for that quality of strength in a man. We are attracted to it. We look for and eventually we find it. And then we depend on it.
Unfortunately, women also overlook the fact that a man who is providing strength oftentimes doesn’t divulge his own fears/questions/concerns because he is too busy being that strength for her. His struggles are just as real. Since my daughters’ diagnosis, my fears and tears have been quick to arise at any given time. If he happens to be home at the time, he’s more-than-willing to console me, to calm me down, to reassure me. He’s listened each time with patience and concern. I’ve not seen him cry, question, or show anything but faith that she will be right as rain after it gets repaired. Upon his reassurance that he is fine and he believes she will be fine, my own worries subside. I guess me knowing that his faith is so strong, makes me okay.
I learned recently that although he is that source of strength for me during this time, he’s had his own doubts. He doesn’t come to me with them because his character, the protective quality in him, is so deeply ingrained that taking care of me by providing strength for me, for his family occurs without thinking about it. It’s at this time he turns to God and his friends or family members.
It’s kind of archaic, but I get it. I even agree with it to some extent, but I do appreciate when he shares it with me rather than try to shield me from it. I mean, how can I not appreciate the -shh, don’t tell him I said this, but– the softer side of him?
I love this wonderful man that God so graciously crossed my path with.