Thursday was family and our first time to see and hug our soldiers in over 10 weeks!! Friday was graduation day and right after he graduated he had to report to his AIT unit. We waited a couple of hours for him to get processed into his new unit and to see if he would get a weekend pass to come home with us. HE DID!!!!! We've had a wonderful weekend with him. Today he goes back to Ft. Sill to begin his AIT training. I hate to see him go again. This is the only weekend he will have to come home. He will have access to his cell and laptop in the evening though. He's not taking his laptop because one of the guys had his stolen Friday after just arriving at AIT.
Josh should have started basic Friday at Ft. Jackson. I haven't heard from him. We don't even have an address yet. I'm hoping he will call today. Here is a video from Thursday. It's of me hugging my soldier (Brad) for the first time in over 10 weeks!! Enjoy!
This morning we handed Josh (son #2) over to Uncle Sam :o( He will be at Ft. Jackson, SC. for 10 weeks for basic training. I'm such a wreck right now...I do have a something to look forward to though. Brad graduates next Friday!!!! We will get to see him Thursday also :o) That is keeping me going!! I will try to post here more often, sorry I've been MIA. I've been blogging at my other blog....
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I don't really know what to say, it's been so long. I've just only now read all of the well wishes and prayers that all of you have sent me through some of my cousin Netta's posts and my daughter Danielle. The pm's were amazing and I wish I had the energy to respond to everyone the way that I should.
Here's the story in a nutshell. I was released from the hospital after my 3rd surgery (where they took out more of my stomach and now it's the size of a walnut). It was on my birthday, April 10. On April 10 my stomach perforated at home. I'm not sure what happened. I'm so used to pain that I didn't know it was really any different than my regular pain so I waited almost too long to get to the hospital. I waited hours. By the time I got back there, my body was racked with poison and I was dying. The surgeon knew I wouldn't live without surgery but he also didn't think I'd live with it. It had only been 10 days since my last surgery and my insides were like the consistency of gum. He didn't think I could be closed back up successfully. There wasn't a lot of hope for me, from what I understand. Everyone was trying to get used to the idea that I would die.
I don't know why God chose me to live. I don't know why I'm so blessed. All of your prayers and all of my family and friends prayers were answered. I'm really not supposed to be here. I'm humbled by the outpouring of love from all of you. Thank you just isn't enough but I don't have any other words.
I've been out of the hospital for a week now. Today is the first day I've felt like being on the computer. I promise to keep up with everyone as much as I can now. I've missed all of you so much and I just can't wait to see what's going on with you. I trust that it's been good (or at least I'm praying it's been a good life for all of you). I love you all, and again, THANK YOU and HUGE ((HUGS))
and a few complications came up unexpectedly. I had to have 2 blood transfusions and spend some extra time in the hospital. I'm now home but I am very weak. Just wanted to let you know I'm home and doing alright so far.
HEY EVERYONE, MICHELLE WENT HOME THURSDAY AROUND NOON!! JUST THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE THE GREAT NEWS.
Hey everyone, I talked to Michelle today!! She is still in the hospital, but she is feeling better. She sounded really good. She said tell everyone "HI" and "Thanks for the prayers they were really needed,and they helped".She is still hurting quite a bit,its better though. She was bad there for awhile, the doctors were afraid they might lose her. So prayers do work!!!! She MAY get to go home Friday. She is so ready to see the girls. I feel so much better after hearing her voice, and hearing she is doing better straight from her. She is one of the strongest women I know and with God's help she has pulled through the roughest part.
What is there to do when time is rushing by faster than anything you’ve ever experienced. It's screaming, "ready set…. go!" but all you can bring yourself to do is mutter feebly "wait…I'm not ready" *sigh* It's hard to believe that my youngest daughter will be graduating in just a few short weeks. Where does the time go? It seems like only yesterday we attended her kindergarden graduation. I still remember her proud little smile as she waved at us from her place in line. Swaying back and forth at the microphone when her turn came to say her part. She never missed a beat. Every word - clearly spoken. Even then she was strong and confident. That's the thing about my daughter...she has never been afraid to speak her mind. And although I have always been proud of the way she stands up for herself - refuses to be controlled by peer pressure - and lacks all fear to be different, it has also been the source of my greatest frustration. The dreaded teen years. Or should I say "The Rebellious Years." Those years gave Drew and I more grey hairs than I care to count. Her quest to be queen of the late night social scene just did not jive with ours to keep her on the right path. "Other kids stay out 'til 2am. Why do I have to be in at 12:30?" "Because we're your parents? Because we worry? Because we want to get at least one decent night's sleep?" It's funny how our generation expects a seriousness from our kids that we never exhibited ourselves. We lecture them, saying "don't make the same mistakes we did." The same lecture our parents gave us. What makes us think our kids will listen any better than we did? We had to discover things for ourselves. And let's face it... the "don't do it's" were some of the most fun things to try. Will our daughter make mistakes? Of course! Which is probably why we cringe whenever she leaves the driveway..lol. But I also know she has to experience life - learn from your her own mistakes and carve her own path. It's difficult to let go, but I know that my girl will be fine. She's growing into a fine adult. And if the stars aline just right, may she, about 30 years from now, have a beautiful 17 year old daughter just like her.
The day before her birthday i decided to make her birthday fudge. And on her birthday i decided to wake her up bright and early with a big chunk of birthday fudge with a candle in it and we sang happy birthday to her. Ive got live fotage of her eating her birthday fudge on her actual birthday, here it is:
As you can see she was a little tired. I had to get to my bus thats y i stopped. But a little before i took this vidoe we sang to her, and she decided to fall back asleep. So i got out the guitar (with only 5 strings on it) and sang her a screamo version of happy birthday so she would stay awake. lol.that night we visited mom and shes doing way better than i expected and she was walking which was awesome to see.
Anyway for her birthday,the next day, we went to six flags with Marry (our god mother), maddy (marrys little girl), amber, and hannah. We had fun. Heres some pictures:
We all got sun burnt. Which to most people thats a bad thing but to me, im soo happy cause instead of being pasty i have some color which is exciting.
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