Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Is the crust really the best part?

I just finished reading Same Kind of Different as Me - by Ron Hall & Denver Moore. On the cover it says, "A modern-day slave, an international art dealer and the unlikely woman who bound them together."

One of the volunteers that I work with recommended it to me last year and I've just now had the courage to read it. This volunteer is an amazing woman who lost her 4 year old son to leukemia six years ago. Amidst their pain, they brought together a community of supporters and have been instrumental in raising tens of thousands of dollars that have gone to research and patient services. They've also started their own family foundation that gives financial support to families in their community who have children who are fighting cancer.

I wanted to share a paragraph that is echoing in the empty halls of my heart these past few days.

From Denver's words, "I know when somebody you love is gone, that's the last time you feel like thanking God. But sometimes we has to be thankful for the things that hurt us cause sometimes God does things that hurts us but they helps somebody else (p. 211)."

Elder Neal A. Maxwell taught, "Irony is the hard crust on the bread of adversity" (Ensign, May 1989). I feel like I've been carbo-loading for the past two years and I'm stuffed.

You would think that when someone says, "You have been an answer to my prayers" that I would feel like the personification of a miracle, empowered, humbled, awed, overwhelmed and grateful for being an instrument in the Lord's Hand in bringing respite and relief to one or more of His children in need. Most of the time, I do.

But sometimes, I don't.

In fact, there have been times that I've said in my heart, "I'm glad your prayers were answered, but what about mine?" You would think that I would love to receive this ultimate compliment to me and my humble and spiritually discerning self (please hear my sarcasm).

If I'm 100% honest about how I feel in my heart, sometimes being the answer to someone's prayer is hard. How ironic is that? I give and in return there's pain.

Welcome to the Savior's life, Tracy.

In a similar vein, Elder Maxwell also cautioned not to wait around the altar of sacrifice for a receipt from the Lord. I guess the Lord won't overlook my constant loitering any longer so maybe I should take one last look at what's there and let it go.

Like Denver said, "sometimes God does things that hurts us but they helps somebody else." He goes on to say, "If you want to know the truth about it, nothin ever really ends but begins somewhere else where we can't hear it or see it or feel it."

Walking away - walking away - looking back - walking away - walking away.


Thursday, January 22, 2009

Fe = Better Tracy



The color is starting to come back - hallelujah.

It's more than official, I'm certifiably anemic. Three IV iron treatments in six years, does anyone see a pattern developing?

Too bad I have to go and let myself go to hell before I'll actually do anything about it. I chewed so much ice in the last eight months, I actually cracked my only crown. Now, I'll have to sell a kidney to pay for the dental repair.

Monday was a long day but at least I left knowing I would feel better. Unfortunately, anemics aren't the only ones who visit the hematologist, so do cancer patients. During my six hour treatment, three other patients were in and out, all receiving chemotherapy, all fighting cancer and all hoping for a miracle.

It was a long day of reality check. Life's still not fair. Fair is where you go to see the pig races. Yep, life is tough and all of us are sick in one way or another, hoping for a miracle.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

New Moon - Chapter 4

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 4, p.93

It's true - thanks Bella for saying it.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Grandmas are the best.


My mom - the best grandma in the world - with her little ones: Maya Rose, Mason Wesley, Annabella Sophia and Riley Lane. Give us a month and we'll have Nina Elizabeth joining us :) Family, nothing better.

Don't take your eye off her for a minute!


Maya Rose - she's going to be a heart breaker and maybe break a few other things while she's at it! In less than a month, she will be the middle child of my sister's three girls. THREE GIRLS!

My sister, Marty, will have a house full of girls and I can't imagine anyone better suited for the job. It's funny how life can sometimes replay itself over and over. I find it interesting how much her oldest, Annabella, is similar to me in her personality and desire to please others and always follow the rules.

Then there's Maya Rose. You can't take your eye off her for a minute or she'll be at the top if the stairs or the slide. She's a mover and a shaker and marches to the beat of her own little drum, just like her mom :) It's a good thing that my sister is the one with all the girls. Her girls will grow up confident and unafraid and will make wonderful contributions to the world around them, just like their mom!

Watch out world! Here they come :)