Two Weddings and A Funeral

Ok… not quite… but pretty darn close. This weekend/coming week has been “hectic” to say the least.

First, our second wedding anniversary was Sunday. Two years has totally flown by. I always said I wanted to have children once we’d been married for two years, and that has now come and gone with no children. To be honest, it kind of snuck up on us. It’s so hard to believe that I have been married to my best friend for two years, most of the time it feels like we’ve just been married forever. Our family forgets that it’s only been two years because we have been together for over seven. That’s a LONG time!

I had planned to write a nice long blog about how great our two years has been… and then… everything else happened. Check out my first year anniversary blog here to refresh your memory!

Second, Sunday was Father’s Day so we spent our actually anniversary with friends and family celebrating a totally different thing… our dads. What great men they are, and how great they have been to both our families. We are both so fortunate to have been blessed with these wonderful men in our lives. They have set great examples for my husband when we decide the time is right to have children.

Third, my mom’s best friend passed away on Friday. It was detrimental to our family. She was one of those women who touches literally everyone’s life she walks into. She taught second grade with my mom for years and she adopted my brother, sister, and I as her nieces and nephews. She carried pictures of us in her wallet, she sent us birthday cards (always with confetti in them), and she passed along her high heeled shoes for my sister and I to play dress up in. Every time we visited her house, we came home with makeup on, red fingernails, and bags of shoes to dress up in! She was truly a great woman. It was hard losing her, but it was really hard knowing that she was only a few years older than my mom. She died of breast cancer; it’s such a terrible disease. I took a few days off work to be with my mom and family. They had a wonderful service for her yesterday and they packed the church. Her procession was over 2 miles long. What a tribute!

Lastly, we have another wedding to go to this weekend. It should be fun. It was my neighbor growing up. We stopped by her mom’s house yesterday to drop off her gifts early and sat and chatted for a little while. I got time to think about the day that I married my best friend. It was truly the best of my life, thus far.

So that, my friends, is my two weddings and a funeral post. Now, do you see why my title was kinda-sorta fitting?

Thank you for stopping by!

Bad News

Last night we got some bad news and I'm just beside myself.

About a month ago my sister was joking with my mom and told my mom that her entire left side had been going numb and she had even blacked out a few times on her way home from work. Obviously, my mom didn't think this was funny and immediately sent her to the doctor (by sent, I mean begged her to go... my sister is 21). She went to her regular doctor and had a normal blood workup done... fine. They sent her to an opthamologist... her eyes checked out just fine. They sent her for a more extensive blood workup... came back fine. Finally, her doctor decided that she needed to go for an MRI. One of those ones where you have the first MRI, then you drink some dye and you have the same MRI again. In the meantime of all these tests, she's had a few more episodes, but if you knew my sister, you would know she makes a joke out of everything and worries about nothing. (I obviously got the drama genes in our family!)

My sister got the tests back last night. A nurse called her and told her the news. At work. Without being able to answer any questions.

My sister has cysts on her brain. Unfortunately, we aren't sure what that entails because the freakin' nurse called, not the doctor. And... they told her over the phone. My sister is devastated and has to wait until next Friday to speak with a neurologist. That's a long time for this to be weighing on her. My sister has been through so much in her life, and I can't imagine how she is taking this news. I am in desperate need of some prayers here. I love my sister and I hope these are treatable cysts. Preferably the type that can shrink with medicine. (Wishful thinking, I know...)

Intervention

Last night I watched the show Intervention on A&E. I used to watch the show all the time, although I’m sure why. I can’t sympathize with any of the people on there. I don’t know what they are going through, nor do I know why they are going through it. I seriously sit through the whole hour long show and ask myself… WHY are these people like that? I know, I know… I shouldn’t be so quick to judge, but I don’t understand it.

Most of the people on the show have gone through something traumatizing in their lives that has led them to drugs/alcohol/eating disorders. Some of the things are terrible things that have happened, other things are not. I honestly do not understand how something gets so bad that they have to turn to drugs in order to deal with the day to day. I feel terrible for these people, and my heart literally breaks everytime I read at the end of the show that they failed in their recovery efforts, or worse, they lost the battle with their addiction completely.

While watching this show, my thoughts always travel to my sister. Not because of her, but because she lost one of her very best friends to addiction. He was on cocaine (I think, don’t quote me) and decided one night in the middle of the night that his life was too hard. He killed himself. My sister was the last person he tried to call before he did it and she didn’t answer because she was mad at him. Now my sister deals with that guilt on a daily basis. She believes that had she answered the phone and talked to him, she may have been able to “talk him off the cliff” so to speak. I struggle with understanding what my sister is going through, and hope that I NEVER have to go through something like that.

I guess the reason for this post is because I seriously struggle with the why in all these situations and everytime I watch the show, I conjure up these thoughts and struggle with understanding why people’s lives get so bad that they turn to drugs, or killing themselves. I seriously thank God everyday for the life I was given. Sometimes I wonder how I found my husband, and why things have worked out the way they have. I am very fortunate to have a wonderful family, great friends, and a seriously great life.

My mom once told me I was judging from a pedastool. I don’t want this post to sound like that at all. I just don’t understand! I don’t understand how one makes that decision and I just wanted to share my thoughts with you guys this morning and get it off my chest.

Thanks for reading and any responses.

Zoey

I am writing this blog because I have no one to talk to. I know most of my readers are proud parents of humans, but I consider my dog my "child". Joe and I got her right before we got married and love her so much.


When we got her, I had heard that Petsmart offered "puppy insurance". I looked into the price and weighed it out and decided to do it. NEWSFLASH: I should have looked at the backrounds of the doctors too. While we were having Zoey spade they knicked a nerve. To this day they still say she was born that way, but she was fine before that day. We have kept her alive since then, watching her legs get worse by the day.


This week, she couldn't even keep her back end up on her own, she is having accidents all over the house, and we have to carry her everywhere. Joe and I had to sit down and think about this logically. We decided that tomorrow we were going to take Zoey to be put down. She is suffering and we are being selfish keeping her alive. She will be better off in puppy heaven where I hope she can walk and keep herself up.

She is a great dog, and I hope to someday have another dog like her.

Torn Up

This is going to be short and to the point.

I am so upset. Last night I got a text message from a friend whom I haven't heard from in awhile. She is a very busy person, pursuing her masters degree and working many hours a week. I understand not hearing from her very often. I know I can count on her if I need something.

Her dad has been fighting cancer for about 3 years. He has good days and bad days and I would get an update on him, probably about monthly, or when something major happened.

Well, last night I got a text message asking me to kick up my prayers for him, they had only given him hours to live. I was crushed. I haven't talked to her in a few weeks, and last I had heard, he was doing alright. Well, through the night I got the message saying he had lost his battle.

I am absolutely beside myself. She is younger than me and her parents are about the same age as my parents. Let this be a message to everyone, you never know what tomorrow holds, so make sure to tell everyone you love them TODAY!! And pray for my friend!

Tricia