Elizabeth Edward December 7,2010 God Rest Her Soul

A daughter, a wife, a mother, a friend. A lover, a fighter. A woman blessed with the love of her children.
With the announcement of Elizabeth's battle with cancer, I started to keep track of her pledge to her children, her fight against a raging disease, the political roller coaster and the affair of her husband made public by the media. Having experienced a cheating husband and cancer, i still could not fathom having to deal with the two at once! Being sentenced with a disease that could potentially end your life, you become consumed with a battle that you cannot fight alone. you need to draw on the strength of your family. But how do you do that when your husband's strength is dedicated to another woman? How could he? A woman who stood beside him during his long political career. She traveled with him, helped him with his campaign, gave him beautiful children, she raised them to honor their father. She kept his home and rallied behind him. For this she paid with lies.
Elizabeth's greatest love was meant for her children. During her illness she wrote a "dying letter" to her children. In this letter she gave instructions to life. From how to core a head of lettuce to how to chose a church. She wanted the children to be prepared for not only for her death and life without her but life in the future, life in general.
The Edwards children will mourn their mothers death and we can only hope that the media will allow for some privacy. We wish peace to fill the hole in their heart left by their mother. These children will grow up to be strong parents due to shining example they were given in their mother, Elizabeth.

Fibromyalgia

This pain racking through my body. Another day without relief. Watching a movie with Tim last night and I know it could not have been fun. I couldn't stay still.
Another week gone by that is totally stressing only to wake up at 7 on Saturday morning in so much pain that I couldn't go back to sleep! I took a darvoset just so that I could sleep. Waking up two hours later the pain still there I started letting my imagination wander like I did when I had the pain when I was a kid. I guess this was my form of pain management. When I had migrains I would think about opening a vein with a needle and the pain flowing out slowly. As the I visualized that the pain would start to easy. But now its a little different. This morning the pain in my hips was so severe I visualized my legs being disconnected at the hip joint. It didn't work. At this point the regular medication is not working. pain medication is not working. Is this what I have to look forward too? Over the last 4 years my pain has increased. is it going to continue to increase?
Rest is recommended, but how can you rest when you are in so much pain? I spend my weekends recooperating from my workweek. I would like to just be able to catch a break!

Los amigos/ Marafiki / أصدقاء

Friends

Sui and Par, friends til the end. Watching the friendship of growing children is amazing. Have you watched your child lately with their friends? How do they act, what do they say, what are their hand gestures or shoulder shrugs? These things are tail tale signs of the individual they will grow up to be. Are they caring, loving, and genuinely interested in what the other has to say? Or do they become the dominate leader or take the backseat her?

You can also tell alot about yourself in your child and the way they treat their friends. Children and how you raise them is a reflection of yourself. Have you ever stopped and thought, "oh my! I really need to discuss with her why we don't say things like that!"?

Sui and Par are two of the refugee children living in our area. I have had many opportunities to watch how they interact with one another. I have attended school and Bible study with them and have even shared my food with them. Par is the leader of this lovely little pack. Sometimes bossy but still has a very loving way with Sui. Sui by no means takes the backseat! But she is not as quick as Par to speak or express her ideas. But I watch these two walking home from school and walking through out the neighborhood. I see them arm in arm, laughing, whispering, and helping one another along the way. I stop to wonder is the influence of the western culture? No matter where the influence began, I do know one thing, these two little girls  have taught me about friendship.

As the days, weeks and months grow on I am sure that I will continue to add posts about my little friends, Sui and Par. I hope you enjoy.

Welcome

I thought I would try this again. I guess in my old age I have forgotten how to find my old blog that I started years ago.
In my childhood and teen years I constantly was putting pen to paper. Not only do I remember it but my mother preserved a book to prove it. Yes there were somethings I wish she would have not saved! The positive side was seeing how much I have grown in my thought process and how I matured in choice of topics! Now I cannot guarantee that will happen here, but I thought it would be nice to have an alternative outlet to blow off steam or record a few secrets for others to see.
Please feel free to chime in, your reviews and posts are welcome. They may not be valued but they are welcome! lol!