Staci

Here is a bit about me on a personal level... although you can know so much more by simply following my blog! For starters, I am a Christ follower and serve a powerful God. After all, Joshua 24:15 declares  "But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD." We do our best to live a life pleasing to Him and I pray that is apparent in our daily life as seen by others.

Secondly, I am a wife to the most incredible man to ever walk the Earth (ok... so I'm biased), well, other than Jesus, of course! We began dating when I was 16 and he was 15 years old. It has been a LONG journey but we have arrived and the Lord has truly blessed our patience, perseverance, and, yes, even our pains. I wouldn't change that man in for anything.

Next, but of not much less importance to being a wife, I am a mom to 4 amazingly beautiful princesses and one adoringly handsome prince... they are my life. I thank my husband on a regular basis for all 5 kiddos and could not imagine my life without every single one of them. People call us crazy for the shear number... but God always knows what He is doing and we trust Him in that!

Nevertheless, I am me. I tend to live within my own little world sometimes, but all in all I am human just as you and I can go through a whirlwind of emotions from morning to night. This blog, once again is simply a rendition of the never ending thoughts pouring through my brain causing my sleep time to be less than 4 hours in a 24 hour period. The countless hours spent "behind-the-scenes" of my blog may not be displayed as you read, but I promise you that lots of thought goes into every post, every sentence, every word, every letter. Hence, sometimes it may be too much thought, but you are on my mind as I type and as I think.

I Can't Believe My Mom Has Cancer

The surgery was taking forever.  What did that mean? We’d spent all late morning and afternoon in the surgical waiting room.  The gravity of the situation was clear by the crowd assembled this time.  My sister and I started the vigil, but people came and went to sit with us as the hours passed.  My brother joined us midday.My friend Karen came for a few hours, some of my mother’s girlfriends came and went, and my sister’s husband was there.  We watched the same scenario play out all day long:  family members would be sitting in small groups,whispering or talking or watching the endless supply of daytime television until a doctor would come to the room and speak a patient’s name out loud.  Then the doctor would stride over to the group that made themselves known and deliver the news that the surgery was over, that it went as expected, that the patient was in the recovery room now, and it would be minutes/hours before they could see their loved one....more

As I read your story I recalled every second of the conversation we had in my sister's bedroom ...more