All of the sudden six months has come and gone and I haven’t had a single blog post. Maybe that is a good thing, or a bad thing. I think it is a mixture of both.
My father-in-law, who was on deaths door when he was hospitalized and diagnosed in May, took control of his diet and looked to alternative therapies to help stabilize his health, as well as the growth of his cancer.
To some people’s surprise, the cancer did stabilize and he was able to seek more mainstream treatments with low dose chemo and specialized radiation, called proton therapy. The proton therapy is much less invasive and tends to have less side effects than a standard radiation treatment.
We are praying these treatments extend the time he has. The doctors are hesitant to use the word “cure” but they have said that the tumors can be shrunk, leading to a more comfortable life, no matter the duration. He has six weeks of 5 weekly treatments and is driving to 3.5 hours to receive these. He was very persistent (stubborn might be the better word) in getting the care he desired and is willing to go the distance to do it the way he wants. I applaud it tremendously.
The six months for me was filled with incredible learning moments. The hardest lesson I had to learn was that life gets messy and doesn’t go the way you planned. Now, I know the general premise of this, but what I struggle with is the application.
so, I spent the first 3.5 months pretty miserable and not so fun to be around. I think I said, at least weekly, “I am ready to get my life off pause.”
So 3.5 months in, after a “Come to Jesus” moment in my head, I kicked myself and quit using the "pause excuse". I missed out on 3.5 months of my life because I wanted to just to back to what I had planned and was looking forward to for the previous six months.
And then life happened.
And then life REALLY happened. Literally. Among all this craziness, The Baby Daddy (aka my husband & extraordinairy man) and I decided to try for another child. It has never taken us much to get pregnant, although staying pregnant is another story. Other than a few minor helps along the way (progesterone supplement in the beginning), we are elated and are expecting a little girl in March. I was so nasty sick this pregnancy and the first trimester. I traveled a lot for doTerra training and a wonderful vacation with my husband.
Morning sickness and flying/traveling are a crappy mix. Just saying.
Being in Arkansas offered me an opportunity to attend special trainings for doTerra to help grow my essential oil and essential oil-based product business. It was not the training I thought I was going to get. It turned ou t to be a “growing experience.” I did a lot of crying those three days. It hurt because I made several self-realizations that really, really stung. I mean, I thought I was perfect. HAHAHAHA. Well, that training was a shock to the system that I need to develop some very, very vital traits I did not possess at that time. I came home from that training very subdued and a confused husband. He expected me to be pumped up. Instead, I was hurting because I saw huge weaknesses, especially ones I didn’t expect.
So now I we are back on the Island in glorious 85 degree temperatures - did I ever mention I am not a winter girl? Visiting and skiing are awesome...but I do not like the cold.