Sunday, April 24, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
What I See
I don’t see God in men’s eyes or their harsh rebuke of other’s lives.
I don’t see God in empty prayers of ones who never really cared.
I don’t see God in vanity, blinding self-complacency.
But I see God in my own way, away from condescending cliches.
I see him in the advocacy of compassion and charity
I see him in the solace of the quiet life not wanting strife.
I see him in humility of ones who give so selflessly
I see him in the beauty of the pure, forgiving kind of love.
I seek him more implicitly. This God who lets me....be me.
I don’t see God in empty prayers of ones who never really cared.
I don’t see God in vanity, blinding self-complacency.
But I see God in my own way, away from condescending cliches.
I see him in the advocacy of compassion and charity
I see him in the solace of the quiet life not wanting strife.
I see him in humility of ones who give so selflessly
I see him in the beauty of the pure, forgiving kind of love.
I seek him more implicitly. This God who lets me....be me.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
"There's My Queen"
I've gone on alot of road trips with my parents in the past couple of years. We were most recently on a trip down to Dallas to spend Christmas with my sister's family. And, except for the heated debate over which mayonnaise is better - Kraft or Hellman's....it was delightful.
At a stopping point in the trip, my dad and I were waiting in the car for my mother to come out of the restaurant. It was raining and my mother was caught without an umbrella, so she placed a plastic bag over her hair. As she was walking toward the car, my dad affectionately said, "There's my queen." I wanted to cry because it was so touching, but instead I muttered something about the weather and wiped a tear from my eye.
My dad said that when he met my mother, he was so impressed by her character and her selflessness in taking care of her dying parents and her younger brother that he knew he had to marry her. And, he also quickly adds, it certainly didn't hurt that she was extremely attractive and could play the guitar.
I guess I am writing this because I feel so bad that my mother had a bad day today. But, as always, she handled herself with grace and dignity. Just like the queen that she is.
At a stopping point in the trip, my dad and I were waiting in the car for my mother to come out of the restaurant. It was raining and my mother was caught without an umbrella, so she placed a plastic bag over her hair. As she was walking toward the car, my dad affectionately said, "There's my queen." I wanted to cry because it was so touching, but instead I muttered something about the weather and wiped a tear from my eye.
My dad said that when he met my mother, he was so impressed by her character and her selflessness in taking care of her dying parents and her younger brother that he knew he had to marry her. And, he also quickly adds, it certainly didn't hurt that she was extremely attractive and could play the guitar.
I guess I am writing this because I feel so bad that my mother had a bad day today. But, as always, she handled herself with grace and dignity. Just like the queen that she is.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Options
A person needs to know they have options. Whether it be schooling, career, or health....options give us hope.
So, I visited my oncologist last week to discuss my options. First of all, I needed to be clear about where the cancer had exactly recurred.
Dr. C described the area of all the tumor growth as the subcutaneous tissue outside my abdomen. "You mean I have cancer of my fat??", I asked. She replied flaty, "No, you have ovarian cancer. "It just happens to have recurred (as you so eloquently put it).. in the fat." "Can I have liposuction?", I asked. "No, Ramona......liposuction is not considered a cancer treatment." I was a bit deflated. I thought I was onto something there for a minute.
She pulled out a list of treatments and from the top, she read the list of possibilities I could try for my new chemotherapy, As she went down the list, it seemed as though I could have very easily just been ordering a meal from a menu.....I surveyed the information, and finally decided on Carboplatin with a side of Doxil...... "Are you sure you wouldn't like to try the Taxol?" she asked. "No thanks. I'm keeping the hair this time around."
So, in a couple of weeks, we will begin...again.
When I returned from the doctor's office, my family opened a bottle of champagne....to celebrate the fact that I still have options.....and with options, I have hope.
So, I visited my oncologist last week to discuss my options. First of all, I needed to be clear about where the cancer had exactly recurred.
Dr. C described the area of all the tumor growth as the subcutaneous tissue outside my abdomen. "You mean I have cancer of my fat??", I asked. She replied flaty, "No, you have ovarian cancer. "It just happens to have recurred (as you so eloquently put it).. in the fat." "Can I have liposuction?", I asked. "No, Ramona......liposuction is not considered a cancer treatment." I was a bit deflated. I thought I was onto something there for a minute.
She pulled out a list of treatments and from the top, she read the list of possibilities I could try for my new chemotherapy, As she went down the list, it seemed as though I could have very easily just been ordering a meal from a menu.....I surveyed the information, and finally decided on Carboplatin with a side of Doxil...... "Are you sure you wouldn't like to try the Taxol?" she asked. "No thanks. I'm keeping the hair this time around."
So, in a couple of weeks, we will begin...again.
When I returned from the doctor's office, my family opened a bottle of champagne....to celebrate the fact that I still have options.....and with options, I have hope.
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