August 31, 2014 has come and gone. As some of you know, that date marked two years since our littlest boy was diagnosed with Cancer. If you don't know, he was diagnosed three days shy of his third birthday. Spencer spent his third birthday in the hospital, surrounded not only by other children that were … Continue reading Cancerversary the Second
Though much can and has been said about Facebook in a negative sense, (In fact, I have said much of it myself) Facebook truly does exactly what a social media site should. It allows wider networking. Because of the labyrinthine nature of the site, I have turned virtual corners and stumbled into some of the … Continue reading Shine a Spotlight: Mark Allen Gunnells
Today is Spencer's Cancerversary. I like to think I made that word up. It has been exactly one year since he was diagnosed with Pre B Cell Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. One year ago today, Chris and I were informed that our little boy, who was going to turn three in two days had cancer. I … Continue reading Cancerversary
Two days ago, I called an informal meeting and gathered the guinea pigs...I mean the family. I presented them with an idea and after a couple rounds of eyeball rolling, they seemed to warm up to the idea. My plan, I told them, was to come up with a set of resolutions that … Continue reading Resolutions
I posted a picture on Facebook a few days ago and it sparked a conversation I have been thinking about since then. The picture showed a service member and said something to the effect of 'Armed military members would gladly patrol our schools' (I am writing this by hand at the moment, so I don't … Continue reading Ruminations on safety. (LONG)
Spencer is getting the hang of potty training. He is realizing when he has to go and for the most part is letting me know BEFORE he goes. Coincidentally, I just took advantage of a drug store sale where buying two packs of diapers saved me money and I figured (at the time) that I … Continue reading More Chocolate, Mumma?
6/22/2012 I have started the first portion of my journey. I have dropped off Spencer with my grandparents and have been dropped off at the Portland airport. I have passed through security, purchased some headphones so the poor person next to me is not subjected to Barry Manilow and am sitting at my gate unable … Continue reading Out of the Norm