more than a survivor

Happy October!

10 years ago my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer…during Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

10 years ago.

10 years.

She’s a survivor.

Actually, she’s more than a survivor.

She is a loving, creative, beautiful woman who beat breast cancer.

She’ll be getting one of these beautiful Lisa Leonard Designs for hope necklaces.

You can order one, too…personalized just for you…or your mom…or sister…or mother-in-law…or friend.

home is…awareness, hope, and more than surviving.

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{pieces of me} october 2008

If you have read a couple of my posts this month (yesterday’s and this one) you know I care a lot about Breast Cancer Awareness month.

Did you also know that it is Infant and Pregnancy Loss month?

If you’ve been around my blog for a while (or know me personally) you may know that I had my first miscarriage in 2003…one month after my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer.

What I haven’t written about is the second miscarriage I had in October 2008.

Ironically, Infant and Pregnancy Loss month.

We had been in Maui.

I was 13 weeks pregnant.

We flew direct from Maui on a red-eye to Colorado to spend a weekend at The Broadmoor.

Both were reward trips that Ryan had earned at work.

We dropped Reece off at my parents house in Genesee and drove down to Colorado Springs.

I was hanging in there, but feeling a little off.

And, then I started bleeding.

We had to leave The Broadmoor early.

We stopped at an Urgent Care on the way to my parents house, but they couldn’t help me.

Honestly, after that I can’t remember exactly what order things happened in, but I do know that we went to the ER where they confirmed that there was no longer a heartbeat. For some reason, we went back to my parents house…maybe to wait until the next day for a D&C?!

I was in a lot of pain and bleeding, so we went back that night.

I had gone through a miscarriage at home before.

I couldn’t fly on a plane to go home to Portland in my condition.

On Saturday, October 25th, 2008 we lost our second baby.

I’m sharing this with you because I think we all need to share our struggles. Our hard times.

I’ve had some. I continue to have some. And, I will have some in the future.

It is Infant and Pregnancy Loss month.

If you have lost a pregnancy, I have been there with you.

home is…sharing pieces of me.

he’s my hero

Ya’ll.

Yeah. Ya’ll.

Well, after more than one glass of wine I get a “Southern Drawl”. Some might call it a slur, but I like to call it a drawl.

So, ya’ll…

My husband impresses me daily.

I don’t write specifically about him because this blog is mine, not his.

His business is his, not mine.

So, I mention him, but don’t necessarily write about him.

Anyway, I have to tonight because he told me an awesome story.

He flies for work.

No, he’s not a pilot, but he is on an airplane every week. Multiple times (and thanks to this we get perks like flying first class to Maui).

Anyway, he was on a flight home today…flying first class…which he deserves for how much he travels.

During one of the announcements the flight attendant mentioned that you could add a donation for Breast Cancer Awareness Month to your purchase of a snack or beverage.

In first class, you don’t purchase snacks or beverage.

Towards the end of the flight, Ryan asked one of the flight attendants about the donations. She said that people rarely make donations and that none had been made on the flight.

Ryan told her that he would like to make one.

She told him he could make a $1 or $5 donation.

He said, “I’d like to make a $50 donation.”

She burst into tears.

Someone she was close to was battling breast cancer.

Another flight attendant also knew someone fighting breast cancer.

And, the passenger next to Ryan knew someone fighting cancer.

Soon, one of the flight attendants walked by Ryan and said, “He’s the hero on this flight.”

“Oh, I’m no hero,” replied Ryan.

He just did what he felt was right.

I know him. He was going to make that $50 donation whether the whole flight had made donations or not.

That’s just who he is.

I love that man, and I am so blessed that he is mine.

home is…being blessed by the people in your life.