Life After Treatment

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey. 

Dost thou ask when comes His hour?
    Then, when it shall aid thee best.
  Trust His faithfulness and power,
    Trust in Him, and quiet rest.

My last treatment ended in the Fall of 2016. It is hard to believe that it will be almost two years since my last bout with cancer. It certainly has gone by real fast. Even though, it has been two years, my body is still recovering. That's why it's hard to believe the length of time gone by. 

It never ceases to amaze me how long it takes for the body to come back to normal. Take my veins, for instance. It's been eleven years since my cancer and these poor veins are still missing! By missing, I mean difficult to draw blood. Believe me, the nurse has to work overtime on plumping up my veins!

The fatigue never really goes away. In fact, doing any kind of physical work brings on severe fatigue. It seems those days are over wher…

Those Darn Chicken Wings

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God who is our home. --William Wordsworth
Once in awhile, we actually order in and have some unhealthy food. Yes, yes we do. We consider days like that a real treat, but lately it seems to have the opposite effect on our bodies. What began as a treat can quickly turn into an assault.

We ordered in a vegetarian pizza and some plain chicken wings with ranch dipping sauce. The wings were for me. I just had this craving for some chicken. Nothing fancy, just plain roasted chicken. Well, good luck finding some in a pizza joint. I don't know how many places we had tried and finally, I just decided on some wings. 

They were good and I happily dug into them. The problem is that my body no longer eats food like that. I'm not sure how they make wings, but they didn't look roasted. I'm not ve…

Loss Of Time

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                        everyday is a journey.

One holy Church, one army strong,
    One steadfast high intent,
  One working band, one harvest-song,
    One King omnipotent.

I've always loved criminal shows, mysteries or basically a good detective story. The criminal mind has always interested me and when I was a little girl, becoming a lawyer was a dream. We had a family friend with whom I've confided this dream to and he said to me that I didn't have what it took to be a lawyer. I was the type who believed in my defendant's innocence. It wasn't about the win, but the truth. That is not how it is out there. He knew that morally I wouldn't be able to do it. 

I am very glad that I didn't follow that dream. I would have been burnt out and disillusioned many times over. In fact, it seems to be more political t…

A Walking Tour

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                          everyday is a journey.

When we in darkness walk,
    Nor feel the heavenly flame,
  Then is the time to trust our God,
    And rest upon His name.

Not too long ago,.I've looked up what kind of tourism the Land of Lincoln has available. Emily and I Have had such conflicting work schedules that it seems almost impossible to get some time off at the same time. Or at least, only a day or two, but hardly a week or more. Certainly, not enough for a proper vacation.

Having said that, I knew that there had to be weekend getaways or even landmarks in my state to visit for a day. A nice day trip away from home is sometimes all we need to refresh ourselves. So I got to clicking away on-line searching for such trips of tourism. What exactly does Illinois have to offer? 

Mind you, I have visited downtown area se…

Uncertain Times

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                        everyday is a journey.

Whate'er events betide,
    Thy will they all perform;
  Safe in Thy breast my head I hide,
    Nor fear the coming storm.

The week began with extremely humid temperatures that finally exploded in a thunderstorm. It rained alright, all day long. As I watched the lightening and darkening clouds, all energy left my body, fatigue slowly seeping in. I had two heaping cups of coffee and still I felt exhausted. I could see that nothing would get done today.

I've been feeling tired and not just physically, but also mentally. A lot has been going on all around me, some things affecting me directly and others just by association. Times are changing, one could feel it in the air, hopefully all good. 

There is so much uncertainty. Uncertainty at work, at home, in personal relationships, withi…

The Weekend Is Over

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                                   everyday is a journey.

Certainly, let the board be spread 
and let the bed be dressed for the traveler;
 but let not the emphasis of hospitality 
lie in these things. 
Honor to the house where they are simple
 to the verge of hardship, 
so that there the intellect is awake 
and reads the law of the universe, 
the soul worships truth and love, honor
and courtesy flow into all deeds.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson.

It is incredible to me how fast the weekend goes! One minute, you are looking at the long weekend ahead, planning all the details carefully so every minute can be enjoyed and not wasted. The next, one is wondering where it went?

This weekend has turned into a very emotional one. I watched two very interesting, educational, but very disturbing documentaries. One dealt with Concentration Camps and the other …

Some Updates

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                          everyday is a journey.

 praise Thee while my days go on;
  I love Thee while my days go on:
  Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost,
  With emptied arms and treasure lost,
  I thank Thee while my days go on.

So I have to be truly honest here. I am in love with the Farmer's Market that I go to every Saturday. I will miss it terribly when it's gone in the late Fall. I'm not the only one, either. I take my mom with me and she keeps telling me stories of her youth back in Poland. These were the type of vegetable markets they had back in Poland. 

Then there are the delicious meals we are enjoying of freshly grown veggies. I'm sorry, but there is a huge difference in the taste department. I've been stocking up on the different jellies for the Winter, but we've been digging into…