From the time, I was a small child, Christmas was my favorite holiday. My Grandmother, Nennie, and Grandfather, PaPa, always hosted our entire extended family at their family farm and I thought it was the most spectacular time of the year. One year, though, while my husband, Larry, fought in the Vietnam war, I spent Christmas at the Menninger Clinic, waging my own battle with clinical depression. Instead of feeling joy and awe, I felt worry. I pined for Larry, afraid he’d never come home, and … [Read more...]
Thanksgiving Memories: Walker Air Force Base, Turnips and Today
With Thanksgiving just around the corner, poignant memories from holidays past have been flooding my mind. Each week, as I sit in my lounge chair for several hours taking chemo infusions, I find myself ruminating about events and people dear to me. Most of these memories are heartwarming; connected closely to the people, places and things that have etched lovely, funny and poignant lessons on the canvass of my consciousness. I remember my late husband, Larry Hull, almost every day and … [Read more...]
The Season of Giving
In yesterday’s post, I publicly acknowledged my most recent struggle with chronic lymphocytic leukemia. Tomorrow I go for another chemo infusion. I am in awe of the other patients in the huge room who are getting their infusions at the same time I am. So many have more serious debilitating cancers than me and, yet, they are so courageous. In a special way we all have a common goal, to eradicate our cancer. We’re a band of people on a mission, grateful for our caregivers and those who love … [Read more...]
The Power of Perseverance
Despite our best intentions, life sometimes brings us unforeseen challenges and uncertainties. We assume that tomorrow will unfold as planned, but then reality intervenes to disrupt our agenda. In a recent post, I mentioned my trip to MD Anderson for some routine medical exams and tests. What they revealed is an increase in the chronic lymphocytic leukemia I first encountered a decade ago and which I’ve managed without chemotherapy since that time. These new results mean I'll be spending the … [Read more...]
Celebrating Our Precious Hands
My musical blog yesterday focused on a sculpture of my left hand that I made recently. I have always loved hands. As a small child, the image of God’s hands was prevalent in the books given to us at the beginning of each term in our Sunday school classes. Our hands reveal so much about us: our age, our race and, for some, the kind of work we do. PaPa, my mother’s father, had hands that were large, strong, ruddy and gnarled but, at the same time, gentle and loving when he prayed and played … [Read more...]
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