Good morning, my friends...
For those of you who don't know, I have a friend whose son has a terminal brain tumor. It's called Pontine Glioma, and it is inoperable. He has had chemo and radiation. Anyway, that's all I will say, because it's not my story to tell...
What I will tell is that I've lost a child, and it's the most difficult thing I've ever had to do. So I am participating in St. Baldricks' local shaving event, where I have been soliciting donations to shave my head to raise money for kids' cancer research. St. Baldricks was the top grant earner in the U.S. in 2010, second only to the U.S. Government. Grants fund research, and research saves lives.
I can't save this little boy, I wish I could. But I CAN do something. I can sacrifice my hair to raise money for research, and my hair will grow back.
If you want to donate, here's a link to my page:
www.stbaldricks.org/participants/mypage/participantid/420145
Thanks! :)
Monday, February 7, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Admitted We Were Powerless...
My last post was extremely dark, yes? Sad, but true.
Three days later, I was sober. And scared to death of what was going to come next. Six days after that, I was at my first 12-step meeting. Well, my first THIS time. I'm glad to say that I'm doing better now, at 23 days. And, God willing, with His grace, I will have 30 days next Thursday.
I've been going to MANY meetings, and last night I gave my will/life to God. I had to, because I couldn't deal with the pain I had anymore. This morning I woke up with peace, and the black hole in my chest had closed up. I was calm, the chatter in my head had left me. I'm not saying it will stay this way, I have to make sure I keep God in the forefront of everything I'm doing. But all I have to do is go back and turn it over to Him.
You see, what I tend to forget is that I am God's child. And that He loves me. And THAT makes me important. Just the way I am.
I'm taking a class by Melody Ross called Soul Restoration, and we're working on finding truths from our "truthteller". My truthteller is God. And one of the truths that spoke to me was, "Let God's opinion of you be your opinion of yourself."
Shouldn't we all do that? Food for thought.
Three days later, I was sober. And scared to death of what was going to come next. Six days after that, I was at my first 12-step meeting. Well, my first THIS time. I'm glad to say that I'm doing better now, at 23 days. And, God willing, with His grace, I will have 30 days next Thursday.
I've been going to MANY meetings, and last night I gave my will/life to God. I had to, because I couldn't deal with the pain I had anymore. This morning I woke up with peace, and the black hole in my chest had closed up. I was calm, the chatter in my head had left me. I'm not saying it will stay this way, I have to make sure I keep God in the forefront of everything I'm doing. But all I have to do is go back and turn it over to Him.
You see, what I tend to forget is that I am God's child. And that He loves me. And THAT makes me important. Just the way I am.
I'm taking a class by Melody Ross called Soul Restoration, and we're working on finding truths from our "truthteller". My truthteller is God. And one of the truths that spoke to me was, "Let God's opinion of you be your opinion of yourself."
Shouldn't we all do that? Food for thought.
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