I love my husband!!!!!
I don't like people to go telling tales on me to my husband...if that's what you're gonna do, kindly close my page please, he has full access to it himself.
I am now a housewife who spends most days at home on the computer or sewing when I'm not napping.  I was diagnosed with stage 2 brain cancer on December 27, 2008 after having a focal seizure. I have just surpassed the 4 year mark of MRI's with no tumor growth PRAISE GOD!!! and have found out that after 3 rounds of chemo that this tumor is never going to go away but also by the time that it starts growing far into the future, there will be a cure for it. I have the most wonderful neuro-oncologist that God led me to Dr. Elizabeth Maher at UT Southwestern who does not believe in putting poison in my body if my tumor is not active.  She then led me to my neurologist Dr. Agostini who believes he can bring my seizures to a complete stop which I am looking forward to! But now after 4  years medications since we have not found the right combination to stop the seizures, we have decided that surgery is going to be the only way to a seizure free life, which means I WILL GET TO START DRIVING AGAIN AFTER THE SURGERY! to me this means I get my freedom back, perhaps maybe a part-time job, I can go visit family, see my grand babies who knows. After the first of the year, I will be able to get the surgery most likely, really looking forward to this! Cancer has been a curse and a blessing at the same time, a curse because these seizures have been so hard to deal with as far as the medications and expense of it all, a blessing because a had a job that I really needed to leave but because I worked for family it was hard to say take this job and shove it~ala Johnny Paycheck.
    I had pnemonea in December 2011, I was so sick that I ran a fever for several days here at home and one day in particular, my husband had to go to Gun Barrel City to check on the Sonic Drive In that he supervises there. He asked our son who was here at home that day to come downstairs and keep an eye on me. The only thing I remember about that day was him coming in  the room after I had a severe coughing fit and telling him I needed to go to the restroom. I assumed he helped me walk there as my joints were really achey from the fever that I had for several days. I've been told that he actually put me on my wastebasket in my room. He gets embarrassed so easily, this shocks me. I felt so bad at the time I told Justin I needed to go to the ER because I couldn't breathe. He called Doug to let him know that I wanted to go to the ER then Doug turned around and came back home to get me. On the way, he called our family doctor, who had diagnosed the pneumonea, and he said just get me to the hospital there would be a bed ready. I only remember Doug getting home and me telling Justin which bag to pack and what to put in it. I do not recall the drive to the hospital, nor anything after that. I've been told that I visited with people in the hospital room, but the second day in the hospital, I couldn't breath and was rushed to ICU. They then started testing me for influenza B, diagnosed me with ARDS (accute respiratory distress syndrome) most people that are diagnosed with this do not live, I have been called an answered prayer and a miracle by many! I don't remember any of this, I was put in a medically induced coma. Those were some wicked drugs that give you wicked dreams! When they started waking me up from the coma and decided to put me in a room, Doug tells me I was insistant that I did not want to stay in the room they put me in because there was a dead woman that died while giving birth in that room. I was in that coma thru my birthday, Christmas and New Years! The dreams I had were just plain wicked! I don't need to put them all here, some of them just scared the fire out of me the things that happened. After waking up, I really thought I had been in a plane wreck or terrible car accident. I'm so glad to be alive, although I was not able to walk when I awoke and had to go thru physical and occupational therapy(sucxked) I understand I scared my nephew to death when he saw me on all those machines. And being on Medicare, after a month in a facility, you have to move to another so I was in 3 different hospitals. During the time I was hospitalized, I lost over 30 pounds. All that good stuff they put in your feeding tube yummy! But, now, I'm being called an answer to prayers, a miracle...God definately has a plan for me or I wouldn't be here now!

   Pretty boring life I have.  Sometimes, Doug takes me to the office so I can visit with the managers and that is fun because I can see the folks I used to see daily.  I used to wish for retirement, now I know, I am too young to retire by myself, I need Doug to retire with me to keep me company and to travel with me.~