I have been asked many times what the little symbol on my artwork is--well- it is a mask. A mask you ask? The kind that is worn in all the old Victorian movies-I am old but not that old to have really seen them at that time- also they are worn a lot at Mardi Gras. Actually, I bought one in New Orleans a few years ago just for fun. And no I don't wear it. LOL! After I won prizes in New York for my artwork while a senior in high school, I felt that just my name was entirely to boring. I do sign all my artwork on the back, I put my mask on the front so that everyone knows it was made by me upon viewing the piece. Now you know the whole story.
Monday my blood test said I was strong enough to start my radiation therapy. Well, out of 33 treatments I have had 3. Yippee!. 5 days a week for 6 1/2 weeks. The time will fly (I hope). Thank you for all your prayers. Some days my attitude is up and some days it is a little down. I can feel your prayers so I have more up days than down days. This is how I am marking my daytimer to keep track of the treatments left. 3/33. Good formula don't you think?
Use a piece of textured paper towel and cover with black acrylic paint completely. Then using Pearl Ex powders to add blotches of color to create an exciting background. Set aside to dry Cut to desired size and embellish.
I was supposed to start Radiation Therapy yesterday. Oh Pooh! I want to get this overwith so I can get back to my life. I had a blood test first to see if I was ready and -NGO- that's what we called it in the financial industry when I worked-before retirement. NGO- means Not in Good Order. It appears that I am not strong enough for radiation. Sooooo next Monday I will have another blood test to see if all systems are go.
My daughter Shelly promised she would take me to the stamp convention not matter what. We went Oh Yeah!! Although I am still pretty weak I made it all day. How you ask? Shelly got me a wheelchair and did not allow me to get up except to look at something that she couldn't get the wheelchair up to. She sure did love bossing me! LOL
What a labor of love. Bless her, she pushed that wheelchair from 10 AM to 4 PM.
Hats off to her and my grateful thanks. Thank you, too, to my daughters family for giving her up for a whole Saturday to help feed grandma's habit.
I survived my three months of Chemo! Yeah me! I think. I am still suffering from the dreaded colon pain that accompanies my chemo treatments, but each day the pain is less and less. I have only had two vicodine today and that is great.
I am very anemic and will be starting some treatment on Monday. If the iron doesn't work I will need a transfusion. My white blood count is low as well but the radiologist says we can begin radiation treatments on Nov 4th. I will be going for treatment 5 days a week for six and a half weeks. How boring. I understand that the worst part of radiation is after about 3 weeks is when the tiredness sets in.
So one hurdle pasted and one to start. I know I would have not been able to make it through this without my Lord Jesus Christ and my husband "the saint". He told me the other day I looked cut without hair. What? My family has been a God send for just being there for me to cry or laugh. And my BFF Lisa Wolf and her daughter (my goddaughter). And and I almost forgot-(how could I)-My church Grabill Missionary Church and my Sunday School class "The Bridgebuilders".
Love comes in all shapes and sizes,an all different kinds of deeds. Open your eyes my friends and see the love.
I have been trying to get a path created in my craft room. (Turning red here) I want to be able to do some painting in the next few weeks so have to get my easel set up and one end of my craft table set up just for painting. I figure that even if I am very weak I can at least work on the two paintings I have mapped out in my mind.
Halloween is almost here! I really wish we could call it Candy-Ween. I know that Christians don't support halloween well I am a christian and I went Trick or Treating. So CANDY-WEEN it is.
Now that I have no hair to speak of--what will I be for Candy-Ween? I have been Raggedy Ann, A Motorcycle Mama (in my youth), Cleopatra and Dorothy with Toto. But this year,hmmmmmmmmmmm? Since I had my breast surgery I can see my tummy and I never really knew how big it was.
So is it Grandpa Munster or Alfred Hitchcock. I suppose I will see how I feel that day. Although, I haven't been T & T-ing in years my profile does crack my up.
There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head. 'Well,' she said, 'I think I'll braid my hair today.'
So she did and she had a wonderful day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head.
'H-M-M,' she said,
'I think I'll part my hair down the middle today.'
So she did and she had a grand day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. 'Well,' she said, 'today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail. ' So she did, and she had a fun, fun day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head. 'YAY!' she exclaimed. 'I don't have to fix my hair today!'
After having my first Chemo treatment 2 weeks ago, Day 2 of declining and falling hair has plagued my existence. While I am a hat-person I never thought I would need to buy hats to cover my bald head. Although, I am not bald yet!!-I foresee it will be soon. Yesterday I went to Wally World and purchased three little hats with brims and little bows in the back. The Oncology department gives away little hats knitted and crocheted by a group called Stitches of Hope-Head Huggers of Northeast Indiana. I say Thank You to these wonderful crafters. The little tam is crocheted in a snappy mauve color with a Burgundy bow. Now I am thinking I will look pretty chic. (Chic for an old bald headed lady). Monday September 8th I will receive my second Chemo treatment. Do you know how hard it is to watch that poison go into my arm for a hour an a half? I half have considered not doing it-but I will be back for another round at 8:45 am.
Now I must get the dust buster and vacuum my keyboard tray to remove all the wafting hair. Need to move on to more creative work for now.
I want to thank each and everyone of you that sent me these beautiful handmade cards. Thank you for thinking of me. Your thoughtfulness and support to me, means more than you can possibly know. I have scanned them all together and I hope I haven't missed anyone. Please keep in mind that my family has been here helping my husband keep everything under control. So things have been quite hectic.
Wow! Where do I start. Now I know why they call cancer the silent killer. I didn't even know I had a problem until I found something very sore on my body. I was the size of a lemon and had spread to my lymph nodes. How the heck did that happen since I had my last mammogram in January and all this took place in July?
Be careful Ladies & Gentlemen because my oncologist says that this kind of breast cancer does not show on a mammogram. The mammogram scores only an 80% at finding all cancers. You are responsible for the other 20%. That means self exam. This has also happened to my 48 year old niece. She also had a double mascetomy in March. I was there helping to care for her little 4 year Chinese boy and all the time I had cancer myself.
My niece and her daughter just completed a 60 mile 3 day walk for breast cancer. I say Hooray for them. And thank you to all who walked.
Please remember folks--it is up to you to discover this kind of cancer yourselves.
Glad you are here to share a part of my life. My artwork and designs are such an important part of who I am. So the time has come to display a few of my projects with you.
Yes I am Eccentric and Eclectic. Old Mr Webster defines: ec-cen-tric: adj. 1. Departing from an established pattern, as of behaviour : unconventional. 2. Not at or in the geometric center. 3. Having different centers. (Chocolate or chewy cream) n 1. An odd or unconventional person
ec-lec-tic: adj. Consisting of components from diverse sources or styles.
Say no more. I am there or is that here or arrived ?
My 4 Youngest Favorites
My 4 Youngest Favorites
4 Youngest Grandchildren
Here they are! My 4 younest grandchildren. Nolan, Michael. Mallori and Aaron. Now aren't they the cutest ever? Can you tell Grandma loves em'? They are 15, 14, 13 and 12. I wish I could stop them from growing up anymore-but time does pass and they will be out of their nests before I know it. Nolan and Mallori are brother and sister-Michael and Aaron are brothers.
Isn't she Beautiful? Our granddaughter and her Adam. Prom in June They both graduated high school and are off to college. Grandma is pretty sad that she had to grow up but she is an Awesome girl.
Heaven is for Real-Todd Burpo
The Velveteen Rabbit
The Last Jihad-Joel C Rosenberg
First Light-Bodie & Brock Thoene
Tuesdays with Maurie-Mitch Albom
In His Steps-Charles M Sheldon
Books I've Read 2010
Three Cups of Tea
Eat Pray and Love
Heaven is for Real- Todd Burpo
Books I've Read 2009
Sisterchicks on the Loose-Robin Jones Gunn Fighting the Flying Circus-Capt. Eddie V Rickenbacker Twilight-Stephnie Meyer Malignant Self Love-Narcissim Revisited-Sam Vaknin The Shunning-Beverly Lewis New Moon-Stephenie Meyer Eclipse-Stephenie Meyer Breaking Dawn-Stephenie Meyer Mistaken Identity-Van Ryns and Ceraks The Confession-Beverly Lewis
Books I've Read-2008
At Home in Mitford-Jan Karon A Lght in the Window-Jan Karon These High, Green Hills-Jan Karon Out to Canaan-Jan Karon A New Song-Jan Karon A Common Life: The Wedding Story-Jan Karon In This Mountain-Jan Karon Esther's Gift-Jan Karon Shepherds Abiding-Jan Karon Light from Heaven-Jan Karon Home to Holly Springs-Jan Karon The Red Hat Society Fox's Earth-Anne Rivers Siddons Escape-Carolyn Jessop The Shack-Wm. Paul Young Deadline-Randy Alcorn Brisingr-Christopher Paolini A Dog's Life-Ann M Martin Stolen Innoence-Elissa Wall