If we were having coffee today, I’d let you know that I’ve missed you since I stepped away for a month-long blogging break. It’s good to step away for these little breaks every now and then. And though I didn’t blog myself, I still made visits to most of my favorite blogs. And already I see that there are changes in WordPress since I’ve last posted. For one, the toggle for spellcheck is gone and that’s certainly not good (for me anyway). Why is it we become so resistant to change the older we get? I should probably invest in a newer edition of WordPress for Dummies. I have to confess that after almost nine years of blogging, I still have no clue as to what I’m actually doing.
If we were having coffee today, I’d tell you that I honestly sat and cried last week when I read this blog post by Michelle DeRusha the other day. I’ve said it before, but her blog is one of my absolute favorite blogs and her writing is so brutally heartfelt and honest. I just love her writing. I identified with this post so much and have the utmost respect for her for sharing it because I too, thought I had chosen the perfect career, my dream career, that I had wanted since I was seven years old and worked many long and hard years to attain. But after just a few short years into it, I realized it was NOT the career for me. And experiencing a career death and the loss of a lifelong dream is EVERY bit as difficult as going through the death of a loved one. The grief is hard. I can vouch for that. I’ve never found the courage to blog about it. So yes, I loved this post. And then today, she followed up with this post which once again brought tears spilling down my cheeks. I hope Michelle never quits writing because she is so very good at it.
If we were having coffee today, I’d probably rave on and on about a book I just finished reading. I’m more of a non-fiction reader but occasionally will read fiction, especially if it comes highly recommended. And this historical fiction book did.
From the back cover:
This richly imagined novel, set in Hawai’i more than a century ago, is an extraordinary epic of a little-known time and place—and a deeply moving testament to the resiliency of the human spirit.
Rachel Kalama, a spirited seven-year-old Hawaiian girl, dreams of visiting far-off lands like her father, a merchant seaman. Then one day a rose-colored mark appears on her skin, and those dreams are stolen from her. Taken from her home and family, Rachel is sent to Kalaupapa, the quarantined leprosy settlement on the island of Moloka’i. Here her life is supposed to end—but instead she discovers it is only just beginning.
The author just released a sequel to this book in February so I’ve seen some renewed interest in this book which was written in 2003. I. Loved. This. Book. I’ll have to admit, I knew nothing about leprosy (other than reading about Jesus healing lepers in the Bible and some about it from an old episode of Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman back in the 90s) but learned a lot about it after reading this book. I had no idea leprosy was even still around (it is and it’s now called Hansen’s disease). The loneliness, isolation and the shame people with this disease experienced was just horrific! This book is full of action and it was one that was hard putting down at night. I think I felt every emotion known to man while reading it. I can’t wait to read the sequel!
If we were having coffee today, I’d tell you my heart nearly broke yesterday morning when my youngest son called me and told me he and his wife had just had to have their beloved little dog put to sleep. They were sitting outside in the parking lot of the vet clinic when he called. When I heard that twenty-six-year-old boy of mine break down and cry and heard muffled sounds of his wife’s sobs in the background, this momma just wanted to jump right through the phone, take them in my arms, and hold them both close. Missy, who was a little 10 lb. dachshund/shih tzu mix, had only just turned two years old. She was a sweet, loving little dog who was always so eager to please. But she developed severe skin and health problems from a very early age. They spent a lot of time during her short little life taking her for vet visits and to veterinary dermatologists. She was tested for everything under the sun and skin biopsies finally showed she had a rare genetic inflammatory skin disease. There was no cure. They were told they would have to use oral and topical medications and treatments for her lifetime which they were very willing to do and did. Her medical care was intensive. Recently, she got a severe MRSA infection and her little immune system just couldn’t handle it. After spending Sunday at a pet emergency clinic, they had to have that very difficult conversation that as pet owners we all dread having. When Missy’s regular vet saw her yesterday morning, she agreed that it was time. I’d appreciate prayers for my son and daughter-in-law as they go down this very hard road of grief. It’s tough. Missy was loved so very much.
Excuse the quality of this photo but this is Missy last fall after one of her surgeries for a greatly enlarged Lymph node in her neck. She developed a large seroma after the surgery.
I am 100% convinced that she is happy and healthy now and she’s running and playing in the glory of heaven today and she’s with her creator. And though she’ll be missed here, she’s no longer suffering.
If we were having coffee today, I’d tell you that my husband and I have decided that even though we’ve lived all our lives in the great state of Tennessee, that we haven’t seen near enough of it. Tennessee really is an incredibly beautiful state with a lot of diversity. There’s rolling green hills, the stunning Smoky Mountains, beautiful rivers and lakes, and waterfalls galore. Yes, there’s lovely things to see right here where we live and so we’re seeing it! We’re doing some hikes and visiting state parks and waterfalls. I’ll blog about some of our adventures.
Well, thanks for having coffee with me today. Let’s do it again real soon!