Sun, Rain and Snow

This morning while watching the news I was anxiously awaiting the weather report because I thought they were calling for snow this evening/tomorrow. Don’t get me wrong – I am so ready for spring and summer, but I’d love to get just one more good snow this year.

Of course, as the meteorologist was giving the forecast for today he mentioned we’d have sun, with rain later turning into snow as the temperature dropped. I don’t recall him mentioning the gusts of wind I felt the moment Scott pulled in to meet me at Pal’s for lunch today. And the gusts of wind we felt when we went to Lowe’s. And the gusts of wind turning my décor flags in circles in my front yard. Nonetheless, we’re going to have sun then rain then snow . . . in say about twelve hours? What a day!

But I began to think about that . . . how often in our lives do we wake up in the morning, ready for anything that comes our way? We have had our alone time with God. We’ve prayed. We’ve put on our positivity hat. Nothing is going to bring us down. Then a few hours later? A minutes later? Bam! It hits. The clouds roll in. The wind begins to blow. The rain begins to fall. The temperature begins to drop. Then before you know it the ground and roads are covered with snow. And if not properly prepared for the likelihood of snow could make for some very treacherous traveling conditions. Then where do you find yourself? In a ditch? I hope not!

So how is life like the weather?

First, I’d say its unpredictable . . . totally unpredictable. I remember the Saturday the guys put up the Christmas lights on our house in November. It was so hot. Austin even took off his shirt! Then in no time it was freezing . . . . brrrrrrrrrr! One day you are preparing to pack for your destination wedding when later that same day you receive a phone call . . . from your doctor . . . telling you  . . . you have breast cancer. I will confess through all of the emotion and turmoil during the last six months, my faith, trust and walk with Him is so much stronger . . . and I know through my journey with God He has a divine purpose for my life as He continues to reveal bits and pieces along my pathway to recovery.

 

Secondly, not only is the weather and life unpredictable, but it changes. Sometimes within seconds! How many of us have heard someone say “if you don’t like the weather in East TN don’t leave; just wait a few minutes . . . it will change”? And how true that is! I believe the changes in our lives are simply part of God’s plan for us. Why? Maybe He doesn’t want us to get too complacent with where we are in life. If our lives didn’t change, I bet we’d take far too many things for granted (as if we don’t do enough of that now). If my life had not changed, I would not be at home today when Austin when he came barreling through the front door. I wouldn’t be at home writing my blog right now and working on finishing my books in progress. Trusting God doesn’t mean we only trust Him when the sun is shining. We trust him during the wind, the clouds, the rain and the storm. And yes, the hail too.  

Thirdly, we cannot control everything in our lives no more than we can control the weather. I’ve told many people I didn’t choose to have a stroke or lose my parents or be diagnosed with breast cancer, but I can choose how I respond to these challenging times in my life. As Charles Swindoll says, “Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it”. As much as I really wanted the snow to accumulate this past Wednesday, and yes, our ground was covered, I couldn’t make it happen. I was powerless. But we all know one who is not powerless . . . our God. And as a reminder, He is involved in every facet of our lives. The sooner we realize that the sooner we will have the peace through which God speaks to our hearts no matter if it is sunny, raining, or snowing. Do you want God to begin changing your thoughts? Your dreams?  Then put your complete faith and trust in Him and realize no matter the weather it is His plan for our lives. I’m reminded of some lyrics in Michael W. Smith’s Open the Eyes of My Heart Lord:

To see You high and lifted up
Shinin' in the light of Your glory
Pour out Your power and love
As we sing holy, holy, holy

Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You

Finally, I believe the weather helps us appreciate the various seasons just like the hard times in life make us appreciate the good times. Now granted . . . some of us (not naming names) know there are 154 days until summer . . . for some of us we looooove summer! But there’s the beauty of fall . . . the beauty of spring. And winter? No, I don’t like the cold, but I appreciate the fact we can enjoy a season of white, which is typically mild (I hope I didn’t just jinx things!), which in turn makes me appreciate summer so much more. I love the snow, well a couple of good snows. Plus the winter sports associated with this type of year. But do we appreciate the various seasons in our lives? It’s difficult to appreciate the times that are tough, isn’t it? But how many times have we looked back on those challenging events in our lives and seen at least one good thing as a result? I have . . . Plus, I firmly believe “what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”. It may bring family and friends together that otherwise would not have happened. And I’m certain, if we’ve trusted God during those difficult times, we have a much closer relationship with Him . . . my faith and trust have certainly deepened.

In closing, life is a lot like the weather as it can be unpredictable, it can change in a moment’s notice, we can’t control it, but it does create a deeper appreciation within us. So, no matter the forecast, I wish you a day full of sunshine, an umbrella when it rains “if” you can’t dance and a sleigh and some really cute pink snow bibs when it snows.

 

New Beginnings Make New Endings!

 

Last evening, Scott and I conducted our weekly, live Facebook chat. It was our first for the year and what a chat it was! Ironically, about an hour before the chat was scheduled to begin, I suddenly realized we had no internet service . . . yikes! Plus, I was not feeling great having just had chemo, (did I mention it was my last, though? Praise God!). For a little bit, I could have just cancelled it, but I was determined to forge ahead. I knew we had our IPhones! Having neuropathy in my fingers made it quite challenging, but I fared pretty well using text-to-talk :)

Our topic was about how new beginnings for the New Year can create new endings. A bit thought provoking, huh?

I began by asking paticipants to share one word to describe their lives in 2014.  They shared words like hopeful, commitment, promising, faith, trust, Christ-like, God-directed and rich . . . rich in God, love, laughter, family and hope – I liked that one :) Well, I cheated and shared a hyphenated word, as a few others did too :) Mine is: new-beginnings.

One of the participants shared “new endings really test your Faith and Trust in the Lord - you have to BELIEVE!! Sometimes you can get stuck in a rut - and feel that you’re not strong enough to climb out of it - not powerful enough to write your new ending - but that is when you have to throw your hands up and Trust the Lord”. Hebrews 11:1 tells us “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen”. In beginning a New Year, we really do have to have faith in the ending, don’t we? I can assure you last January 1, I had no idea what all 2013 would hold for me.

My husband, being a former athlete, shared a great analogy: “Sometimes in life, you have to call an audible. An audible is a football term that the quarterback calls, changing the play. We don't really start over; we just find a different route to get to where we want to go.” I liked that.

Going back to the one words I asked participants to use to describe their lives in 2014, how are we going to achieve those desires? Some of us may already have a plan. Some of us may not. Either way, in a few weeks or a few months, our plans may have to change in order to achieve our aspiration; but our desire does not.

To that end and after some great discussion, I challenged the participants to begin pondering their plan if they hadn’t already. We don’t want to forget our word in six weeks, six months! So, I asked them to write down their word, preferably on an index card (it’s a bit sturdier than paper), with a pen (not a pencil). Then, I asked them to put it somewhere where they’d have it with them most of the time or see often.

To expand on that, I’d also encourage them to list the specific activities required to ensure they attain their desires. And also, to share this with someone else, i.e. spouse, friend, etc. and check in with them weekly or maybe every two weeks to ensure you’re right on track! A good example might be:

I, Susan, will seek new beginnings this year. In order for me to complete this, I will first need to pray, be obedient, be open to new opportunities and be willing to accept God’s plan for my life. Plus, I plan to talk to Scott about this weekly, at least.

This particular family is working on small goals to keep them on track to reach their big goals. “We often fall short, but we recognize our point of failure and purpose to not fail that same way again, and we just keep trudging forward.”

Another participant shared “reaching our full potential is surely an on-going process taken day to day.  All any of us can do is be true to ourselves and know that we are doing all we can do in a single day to ensure we reach our goal for that day. Having a strong faith gives us the right tool to do this.”

A few other comments included: “When you put God's will first, and very purposefully listen for His guidance and then follow His lead, you will have the most wonderful ending. Even though we often walk through valleys of many kinds, when the Lord leads your life, you know that you are only changing mountaintops” and Helen Keller’s quote “optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence”.

Plus a great piece of advice, “it is important that if you do slip up - do not give up - you can reach your goals”.

This was an excellent chat that I wanted to share with others. There was a lot of idscussion centered around hope and the choices we make. Someone even shared Lamentations 3:22-23 to tie in our discussion. I hope the participants took away at least one nugget. The one nugget I took away was we can begin right where we are . . . in this very second . . . on Jan. 2 making things better in our lives . . . how we end 2014 will be determined by how we start 2014.

As always, I welcome your comments!

What a way to Celebrate a New Year!

Sunday as we are driving to the airport to catch our 12:30 p.m. flight to the Cancer Treatment Center in Chicago, I decided to check our flight status, just for kicks, on the American Airlines (AA) web site. And what to my wondering eyes should appear? CANCELLED. Yes, in all caps, and in red. If you remember, our last flight three weeks ago was cancelled, and we ended up driving to Nashville to catch our flight. The three weeks before that our flight was delayed for hours due to tornadoes in the Chicago area.

After our last trip to Chicago, I decided we’d travel the day before my appointments and chemo, not the day of, but so much for that strategic planning, huh . . . Nonetheless, we decided to go on to the airport and see what our options were. I had talked to AA a few times on the phone, but have you ever tried to deal with rescheduling a flight on the phone? Not the ideal situation :)  

Upon arriving at the airport, Scott went in to talk to an AA rep while I stayed in the car with Austin who was fast asleep. After waiting patiently for several minutes, Scott texted me. It seemed likely we would be reassigned on a connecting flight through LaGuardia. For some reason, the sound of that was actually a bit exciting (I love NY :) But it didn’t take long before Scott was told the plane had already met its weight limitation. So our only choice? 5:45 a.m. the next morning . . . ugh.

Fortunately, AA paid for our hotel room at the Hilton Airport, in addition to food vouchers for lunch and dinner. At least we were able to enjoy a lazy Sunday afternoon together as we rested up for a l-o-n-g day on Monday.

After turning in early, I could not go to sleep. I think every plane that came in to the airport arrived at the gate closest the hotel.  Then at 12:30 a.m. someone was trying to get in to our room with their key instead of their room! And before I knew it, it was time to get up and head to the airport. I could not have been more proud of Austin who popped right up and was wide awake . . . me? Not so much . . . I was struggling. Little did I know Austin had already called seat C, so he could sit beside Scott then I sat across from them in seat A, but that was fine with me as I had planned to sleep all the way there. But no, I didn’t sleep a wink . . . I just rested my eyes, as my father used to say.

Upon arriving at the airport, our driver was waiting to take us to the Cancer Treatment Center. There was snow all around. It was beautiful and the roads were clear. But did I mention, it was four degrees when we arrived? Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . .

My day was full of appointments beginning with lab work, then an appointment with my oncologist. He was very pleased with how well I’ve done, told me I’d have a follow up with them in a month and congratulated me on my last chemo . . . my last chemo. It wasn’t sinking in . . . but it will. This was followed by a naturopathic, nutrition, care management and Mind and Body consults.

Then it was time for my appointment with my plastic surgeon. He continues to be pleased with my surgery and expanders. We discussed dates for the expander/implant exchange as he is going to coordinate it with my gyno-oncologist who will be doing my complete hysterectomy (since I tested positive for the BRCA2 gene with a mutation, increasing my likelihood for ovarian cancer).

Following this appointment, it was time for lunch! I had not eaten much breakfast and wasn’t sure I was up for lunch. I was not feeling great . . . all morning I was trying to differentiate between exhaustion and a sickly feeling, but I just couldn’t.

After lunch, we had an appointment with my gyno-oncologist. She went ahead and ordered a CT scan with dye, which was scheduled for the following morning (just when I thought we could sleep in a bit). Then she told me we‘d need to arrive about a day-and-a-half prior to my surgery for all of the pre-ops. Following the pre-ops, she would make a final decision as to the type of procedure she will use, i.e. robotic. At this time, the surgery is scheduled for February 7, but we are waiting on confirmation.

Following this appointment, it was time to have my PICC line put in. Now, my last chemo is beginning to set in as this will also be my last PICC line – yay!!!!! But I will go on record saying I’d have a PICC line put in any day over an IV. After my PICC line was inserted off we went . . . for my last chemo . . . thank you, God.

 

It was a very celebratory occasion in many ways. One, the last time Austin went with us is when I was told I would be having four chemo treatments and now here he is with me as I take my last one. That was a surreal and special moment . . . Second, a few special friends had a cake delivered in celebration. Not only was it beautifully decorated, but it was delicious. And yes, we shared with the nurses :) Finally, Scott had helped me get a pink gown and pink cap, which was a gift to me by a special couple, prepared for my “graduation”. YES . . . it is over! Following about four hours of infusion, for the last time, it . . . is . . . over! Again, it was so great to celebrate with Scott and Austin who have been by my side through it all . . . WE did it!

 

As we were leaving the infusion area, tears of joy streamed down my face. As I prayed that night I could not thank God enough for all of His many blessings, especially this big step along my “pathway to recovery”.  Needless to say, we all slept well that night.

Tuesday morning we were up and at it again! But we all felt so good knowing the chemo was over and we were headed home later that day. My CT scan with and without dye went very well. They were able to use the PICC line from the day before so I didn’t have to be stuck with an IV . . . that was faaaaaaaabulous!  Following the scan, I had the PICC line removed (all 47 inches) and my last neulasta shot :) Then I had to see my PT as the neuropathy in my hands and fingers have become worse. It seems to be better in my feet and toes, but when I began to struggle turning the tube of my lipstick, I knew it was worse :( She worked with me on several exercises, many which I can do at home. But we are both optimistic that the neuropathy will gradually disappear now that my chemo is complete.

As we made our way to the lobby to depart for the airport, we were all still delighting in the celebration of the evening prior. My last chemo . . . wow . . . and to boot, I can’t even begin to count the number of people who complimented Austin on his behavior, manners and even praying before his meals. We recognize these things and praise him for them, but it is so gratifying when others take notice and share that with you.

While we were riding back to the airport, we continued the spirit in which we began the day. God has blessed us so much and for His many blessings we are forever grateful. What a way to celebrate a new year . . .

So, a month to rest up and let my body restore itself prior to the next step along our “pathway to recovery”.

Is Your Light Shining This Christmas Season?

Last evening, Scott took me to see the lights in Elizabethton’s (TN) Golf Course Acres. For several years now, the residents line their streets with white bags, filled with sand and a candle. It was beautiful . . . and it was incredibly enjoyable seeing the luminaries with the top down on the Mustang since it was like 70 degrees?!?!

This morning during my quiet time I was reflecting back to the beauty of those lit candles . . . the soft glow, giving a beautiful effect along the many streets. It also took me back years ago when I did this at my parents’ house. For those of you who know where I grew up, and lived until March of this year, mom and dad’s driveway was fairly long. So one Christmas I decided to line the driveway with the white paper bags, filled with sand and a votive candle. I remember the candle had to be placed just right in the center as to not catch the bag on fire and to ensure the brightest glow. I also remember lighting them was no easy task since there were so many. But when I was finished, it was a lovely outdoor lighting display. By the way, I only did this once :)

Just as I was diligent in lighting those votives, I believe our lives are to be like shining lights for God, reflecting his glory throughout the world. In Psalms 18:28 the Bible reads “For thou wilt light my candle, the Lord my God will enlighten my darkness”. How are we letting our lights show?

Recently during one of our live Facebook chats, we talked about “Blessed to be a Blessing”. As I’m writing, I realize how nicely this blog ties in with that theme, as well.  Many ways we talked about being a blessing to others, like going by to visit someone, if only for a few minutes, or picking up the phone to call or text someone, just to let you know you’re thinking of them, is what makes our lights glow. During this particular Facebook chat, we discussed how many times we think we have to do big things, which cost money, in order to be a blessing to someone. But you know what? If that’s the case we are missing many opportunities to let our light shine. Quit looking for big ways to shine your light. Instead, take advantage of the opportunities God has already provided us in order for our lights to glow.

Last night when we arrived home, I quickly noticed one of our candles in the kitchen window was not glowing, despite all the lights that remained on. This morning I thought about that burnt out candle and how quickly people often notice when our lights are not shining. Has your candle become dim because of the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season? Better yet, how often do people notice when they are? Have you snipped your wick and positioned it in the center of your life to ensure the brightest glow possible?

It is my prayer I not only let my candles, pick icicles and Christmas lights shine upon the earth this time of year but my light will shine today, tomorrow and throughout the year . . . through my life.

How are you keeping Christ in Christmas this year?

With all the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season, how are you keeping Christ in Christmas this year?

One thing I have noticed is more people saying “Merry Christmas”. Have you? I know I have been very mindful to wish my acquaintances Merry Christmas. This is certainly one way to keep Christ in Christmas but how are other ways we can do this?

Well, our live Facebook chat this past week was on about this very thing. We had several participants during the live chat, and Scott and I were certainly blessed to read their thoughts so I want to share some of those with you:

·        Remembering not just at the season but every day that life is about "presence" not just presents. People need "us" not necessarily things. Doing unto others as you would have them do to you.

·        You know we live in the Bible belt and we're more sheltered here vs the rest of the Nation. In Wilmington, NC it is more liberal and alternative. They're more about coexisting... The Bible says where two or more are gathered along with God if there are 25 people who believe, will you spare our land... we have to be the people asking God to spare our land and acknowledge Christ...

·        I was at a lady's devotional recently and one of the ladies mentioned she had created an angel tree (I think it was an angel tree) in addition to her Christmas tree to keep Christ in the forefront during the Christmas season since it is Christ's birthday.

·        I'm keeping Christ in Christmas by supporting my family with love, support, and understanding. I'm also keeping Christ in Christmas by keeping faith in the Lord's plan. Even though I don't understand certain moments in my life, it is His guidance that keeps me on track as to where I need to be.

·        I've noticed more people are saying Merry Christmas. Also, if they say happy holidays, I always smile and say Merry Christmas back to them. I've also seen more Christmas wishes on hours of operation at banks etc. We always read about the birth of Christ on Christmas Eve as a family before bed, and my daughter gets 3 gifts from Santa in honor of the 3 kings who took gifts to baby Jesus. (A great idea someone told me about long ago and we've always done that.)

·        I am happy to see so many Christians finally speaking up more and standing up more for God's ways and not just being quiet about it.

·        It’s best for all of us to stand up for Christ and speak for Him. I know He's extremely capable to fight His own battles but I'd rather stand in the gap for Him as opposed to ignoring Him and experiencing His wrath...

·        I am very glad that people are trying to keep Christ in Christmas, but I more concerned that we should keep Christ in our life every day. Some people forget the poor and lonely after Christmas.

·        Be Proud to say Merry Christmas with Love not just brave and saying it with sarcasm...

·        I believe people have made an effort to say Merry Christmas more. I always enjoy adopting children from the angel tree through work and helping families through church. I sponsored a world vision child for the first time this year, 5 year old Darwin from Honduras and received a Christmas card from him today. Made my day!!! So blessed to be able to do that for him!

·        Maybe this controversy now going on with Phil Robertson of Duck Dynasty this will help bring more awareness to how we should be more Christ like and stand up and speak up for our beliefs and what the Bible says. The Facebook chatter is pretty heavy about slamming the TV station that suspended him for him speaking his religious beliefs. Maybe this will help us Christians be stronger also and stand up for Christ. This could be a very good start of helping others stand up for Christ every day of their lives not just a Christmas.

·        Where my husband works they took an angel from the tree and we bought some things for an 11 year old boy. What a good feeling to reach out.

·        It was awesome the company that adopted all the leftover angels- 170 of them!!! Two years in a row! I pray that God blesses them and their business to prosper.

·        I know a family who participated in a drive-through live Nativity scene. They took their grandson and explained what each scene was about to try to instill in him, at a young age, what Christmas really is about.

·        We know a married couple who are friends of ours and I shared with them that we've set a small monetary amount on us and they aren't doing much if anything for themselves. Rather, they are giving to others with Love... This is true Christ-Mas Love....

·        I heard a cool thing this week- a man said that he raised his family to always read the Christmas story before opening presents. His grown son was in the service in Germany and the hours are different than here but he stayed up late so he could call in on Christmas Day and hear the reading of the Christmas story with his family. I loved that and makes me want to start that as a tradition this year.

·        I think it starts with family and home. I think it's more difficult for folks that grow up in a non-Christian family. It's easy to tell children things but traditions are forever and that's why we need to incorporate more Christian traditions in our everyday lives all year- not just at Christmas.

·        We can live every day, 365 as though it's Christmas Eve/Day... This makes for the best counselling sessions....

·        I think we best keep Christ in Christmas when we share our time with others, especially those with no family, and those in assisted living and nursing home facilities. It may not seem much but just being a little part of someone's life for a few minutes can mean a lot. Reading the Christmas Story to someone who cannot do it for themselves is keeping Christ in Christmas. Sharing with those in need always represents Christ. Susan. I will always remember your Daddy giving of his talents and resources. All the time. Going out of his way to do so. Have a Blessed Christmas

·        And we all certainly need to remember those who have no family . . . not only during this Christmas season but throughout the year . . .

·        Struggled with this - finally I really try to focus on "what would Jesus do" try to be more patient - kinder - to everyone I come in contact with and make the effort to carry it throughout the year - also as stated  . . .  reaching out to those that have no family here locally –

·        Through example is the best way to let God's light shine. Little things such as common courtesy, doing a kindness for the sake of being kind and not for the pat on the back. Let Christ come out in your actions, your tone of voice.

·        Do not like the commercial aspect of Christmas - as an only child - adopted by my aunt and uncle - it was never about the "stuff" - - so it completely overwhelms me sometimes - it much more joyful to realize what the season is really about and to put it into practice - brings me more joy than any presents

·        Living for Christmas is a process. It needs to build daily for the final climax for the recognition of Christ birthday. Just like the wise men traveled for days. I want to make my journey memorable by who I've touched on my pathway....

·        I myself have been practicing Pay it Forward this year and it’s made me feel more in spirit and close to God than any other Christmas when I was running around gift purchasing and trying to impress everyone! It's not about that! At all! It's when the gift comes from the heart! And being kind to others and speaking for the greater good of God, not saying it to bother those who don't believe in Christ in Christmas! I say Merry Christmas to maybe touch and inspire another! It's about doing small gestures for strangers! Making friends and sharing in love and laughter! That's how I'm trying to keep Christ in Christmas this year! God Bless all those that are!

·        Keeping Christ in Christmas doing things for others singing carols baking sharing and Rang the bell for couple hours for food bank with my daddy

·        Being Christ like at Christmas - it's the little things - a smile to the overworked cashier - the server at McDonalds :)

·        Was talking to a friend this morning who was telling me she had gone shopping at the JC Mall yet couldn't find anything for the ones she was buying for which made her realize Christmas not about having to run out and spend money on buying presents . . .

·        I love volunteering at local health care it’s such a blessing we took them shopping today. That’s Christmas

·        Christ like - means looking around at your neighbors - offer a helping hand - anything - sometimes the people closest to us need assistance but don't want to impose

·        I think walking the Walk at Christmas time is the best way to keep Christ at Christmastime! He needs to be the center of everything! Give a gift to someone (whether it costs a lot or not) to someone from the heart! Give because you want them to feel loved not because you "have too" be the kind of person you want your children to marry!

·        Christmas is the celebration of Christ birth but it is a series of events that leads us to the day we can reach His table showing the gifts we've delivered this year in His name....

I hope you enjoyed reading all the posts we received. Are there other ways we can keep Christ in Christmas? If so, please leave a comment!

Merry Christmas,

Scott, Susan & Austin

Only to Susan - Chapter 22

Had I not already published “Only to Susan” it would have 22 chapters after yesterday, not 21. And since you asked . . .

As many of you know, we were scheduled to fly to the Cancer Treatment Center of America (CTCA) – Chicago yesterday morning for my third chemo treatment, in addition to several other appointments. Our flight was scheduled for 7:55 a.m. out of Knoxville.

Sunday night, Scott decided to set his alarm on his phone for 4 a.m. He likes to get up early, take his time, enjoy a cup of coffee, watch the news, etc. Me? I like to get up, hop in the shower and go! But to ensure we did not oversleep, I reluctantly agreed to set my alarm for 4 a.m., too, just in case his did not go off. I know. Highly unlikely, but . . .

After my alarm went off, as I never heard his, my eyes surpassingly popped wide open – I wasn’t groggy at all! Of course, Scott was already downstairs doing what he does. He, much like his “sister-in-law” Debbie cannot sleep the night before traveling so he woke up at 1:45 a.m. but continued to try to go back to sleep until 3:30 a.m. before calling it a night . . . or a morning :)

After making the bed, I began getting my things together for our one night stay. Once Scott reappeared, with my cup of hot coffee . . . God, I love him, he too began getting his things together as we only had to pack for an overnight trip = one carry on. Since I woke up early, we were ahead of schedule. He told me he’d like to stop by Wal-Mart and get a mock turtleneck (more on this later). I thought, “Really????” But . . . whatever . . .

As we left the house before o’dark thirty in a down pour of rain, we made our way to Wal-Mart, which is a short distance from our house. Scott asked if I was going in, and I politely said, “nooo-oh”. I was confident he would not find what he was looking for and return quickly and empty handed. To my surprise, he did return rather quickly and with his purchase in hand . . . I thought “wow” and continued to pray he would NOT wear it.

After leaving Wal-Mart, my husband treated me to a country ham biscuit with extra ham . . . hey, I need to live a little . . .  before officially beginning our trek to the airport. With a biscuit in one hand, I managed to check our flight status on my United Airlines app and was somewhat surprised and disappointed to discover our flight had been delayed four hours and six minutes. I thought, well, if this is true, we should still get there in time for my chemo at 4 p.m. (CST).

Thank goodness, the closer we got to Knoxville the less it was raining. My courteous husband dropped me off at the terminal then parked the car. As I darted through the automatic doors, the first thing I did was check the monitor and sure enough my app was right on. Our 7:55 a.m. flight was now scheduled for an estimated 12:01 p.m. departure.

Since I had already checked us in using my handy-dandy app, I just had to wait for my prince charming to return after parking the car so we could make our way through security. For the first time . . . ever . . . we both were selected to go through pre-screening, meaning, we just walked through the detector with our hats, coats and shoes on, our lap tops in bags, etc. The reason I share this is it never fails when we fly Scott ALWAYS gets to go through pre-screening, but me? I ALWAYS have to go through the “regular” way, removing almost everything. We always joke about it, plus, it’s become almost like a competition between us although the gentleman or lady at the first security check point decides who wins the competition since he or she points the direction for us to go.

After making our way through security, we stopped for our ritual Starbucks coffee before cautiously proceeding to our gate just hoping we’d discover our flight was on time but nope . . . no such luck. We found a few open seats by the windows with plug-ins so we could charge up all of our electronics in preparation for the wait. Oh! I almost forgot . . . Scott’s drink of choice at Starbucks is a dry Hazelnut Cappuccino with only two squirts of syrup, not four, and three-fourths foam, plus an extra shot of espresso. While I waited in line “just” to see what our options were to get to Chicago earlier, he returned his drink because it was too milky. As was his second. So, this time I returned it, and a young lady made it since the young gentleman was 0 for 2. Well, she failed this barista’s expectation too (Scott use to own a coffee shop), but by this time we learned our flight to Chicago was cancelled, so we had other things to deal with besides a cappuccino . . .

Immediately, a mile long line formed at the gate counter. Fortunately, the CTCA has their own travel/scheduling department so I made a phone call to them. Unfortunately, our options were limited. We were not going to be able to get to Chicago until later that evening or even possibly the Tuesday. Ironically, while trying to ensure the CTCA could reschedule my appointments for Tuesday and Wednesday I received a call from another travel rep as he saw our flight was cancelled and was offering his assistance to reschedule our flight and appointments.

Since they were able to reschedule my appointments for Tuesday and Wednesday, we elected to drive to Nashville to catch a 6:44 p.m. (CST) direct flight last evening to Chicago. Sound crazy? Well, it was our best option at the time. There was also a 2:07 p.m. (CST) direct flight, which appeared to be full, but we knew if we got to Nashville in time we might be able to get standby on that one.

As we packed it up in Knoxville and made our way to the parking garage, someone who will remain anonymous could not remember where he parked his car. This someone knew we were on the right level, but where did he park the car? By the way, this is very not like this certain someone. As my teeth were chattering, this someone finally spotted a truck he recognized, which parked near him, just before my nose became frozen while touring level two of the McGhee Tyson Airport. Shortly thereafter, this particular someone had me safe and warm in the confines of his car.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned this but all the while we laughed and found humor in most of what I have shared. I was a little worried about driving all the way to Nashville and the flight being cancelled there, but after we both said a prayer, we were Nashville bound.

Sunday, I made a “turn” (if you’ve read my book you’ll understand) of homemade Chex party mix, thinking it would make for a great snack while on the plane yesterday morning, but we pretty much devoured it on our way to Nashville instead . . . who would’ve thought? The drive went by pretty quickly. Of course, Scott had the Mustang traveling at the speed of light . . . just kidding. However, I did spot a Tusculum College alumni license plate about five, maybe 10 minutes from the airport exit on I-40. I’m not sure, but it looked like Roger Abramson as we flew by in the HOV lane. If it was you Roger, sorry I didn’t wave!

The last time I was at the Nashville airport I was young . . . really young. For many summers, my parents and I vacationed at Opryland. As part of our vacation, my dad would bring us to the airport and I’d sit on the hood of his car watching the airplanes take off and come in. Unlike a lot of children today, I didn’t fly until I was a young adult so simply watching the airplanes at a young age was mesmerizing to me.

Once again, Scott dropped me off at the terminal so I could make my way to the ticket counter in hopes we could obtain standby status on the 2:07 flight. Scott joined me with our carry-on bag while I was in conversation with the attendant. She put us on standby while assuring me we were still confirmed for the 6:44 flight.

We made our way to security and guess what . . . you guessed it! Scott was sent through pre-screening but not me! After a good laugh, he helped me get my books, coat, scarf and hat back on as he had the lap top and carry-on bag with him. I still just don’t get that but anyway . . .

I told Scott I wanted to ensure the lady told me correctly as I did not want to lose our seats on the 6:44 p.m. flight so I was going to check in at the gate counter. While he stepped to the restroom, I learned the 2:07 flight was delayed until 4 p.m., but yes  . . .  even though we’re on standby, our seats were guaranteed on the 6:44 p.m. flight. In the meantime, an announcement was made, “Susan Teague, please return to security . . . Susan Teague please return to security”. I have never heard my name announced in an airport before. Of all things? I left my phone. But I checked my tubs? My wonderful husband took my ID and returned to security for me. I had not left it in a tub but on the bench where we were putting my boots back on.  Thank God they found it . . .

Since we knew we had plenty of time, we decided to grab some lunch at a nearby Mexican restaurant. Shortly after we sat down, I noticed Scott had a sleeve showing under his sweater. After taking a double-take and trying hard to observe his “mock turtleneck”, which he put on at the Knoxville airport parking garage, I asked him if it was one piece. He laughed and said, “Yes”.  I lowered my head, with my hands on my cap and began laughing almost hysterically. Remember Cousin Eddie in Christmas Vacation? Remember the dark colored “dickey” he was wearing under his white/cream colored sweater? Well, when Scott told me this morning he wanted a “mock turtleneck” a “dickey” is what I had in mind! So I confessed and told him the story. He was not sure if he could forgive me for having such little confidence in his choice of fashion, but boy we got a big laugh out of it!

Following our almuerzo (lunch), we made our way back to the gate area to learn the 2:07 flight was now delayed until 6:35, nine minutes prior to our 6:44 flight . . . . . . hmmmmmmmm. Since we have plenty of time, my gracious husband made a special trip back to the car to retrieve my favorite pink/glittery hat, which many of you have seen. I actually was wearing it this morning but while at the Knoxville airport, where Scott bought it for me several weeks ago, I purchased a black one just like it as it complimented my black and pink attire much better :)  By the way, on his way back through security? You guessed it! He was directed through pre-screening. Unbelievable . . .

Not to my surprise, our 6:44 p.m. was delayed an hour and one minute, then an hour and 16 minutes then finally an hour and 46 minutes before pulling into F9, our gate. After eating cena (dinner) at the same Mexican restaurant, but at different table, working a word search and walking the halls for exercise, it was finally time to grab our bags and board the plane. Albeit, it was about 8:50 p.m. (CTS), we were finally on our way to Chicago. And get this . . . remember the 2:07 flight we were on standby on? It had yet to arrive but was scheduled to land about an hour after we took off.

While on our way to Chicago, I slept the entire flight. I barely remember taking off, but I certainly remember landing. As I woke up, I was literally sweating. I thought, “Oh my God . . . am I sick? Do I have a fever?” Should I have a fever I could not receive my chemo. Then I looked at Scott, and he was sweating, too! I quickly realized it was the temperature on the plane. I was relieved I didn’t have a fever, and was actually thankful when I stepped off the plane to feel the frigid temperatures on my cheeks . . . it was an immediate cool down! Our driver was waiting for us so we bundled up with our hats, coats, gloves and ear muffs, or as Scott likes to refer to them, our 180s’s, before walking outside for a short, brisk walk to the limo. Once again, I slept all the way to our hotel.

Upon arriving at our hotel, the trees and shrubs were a welcoming site as they were brilliantly lit up for Christmas. As we walked into the lobby, we both took a deep breath. It is now around midnight (CST). Scott looked at me with his warm smile and said, “We’re here, and we’re safe”. And he was right. After living out my fictional Chapter 22 since about 3:30 a.m., we arrived in our room. While Scott was enjoying a bowl of Cornflakes and the Golf Channel, I was enjoying watching vision of sugar plums dance in my head.

Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!

Are there times in your life that make you feel like a kid again? Well, one of those times for me, in addition to going to Disney World, decorating sugar cookies and watching Andy Griffith reruns, just to name a few, is the first annual forecast of snow.

Last night, after we finished watching a movie, I looked out the window to nothing but a wet street in front of the house. Disappointed, I crawled back into my warm bed, which I’m so thankful for. Around 3:30 a.m., I woke up, and nothing would do me but to peer through the blinds, looking in our back yard through sleepy, squinted eyes to nothing more than glistening remnants of yesterday’s rain. But, when I woke up around 7 a.m.? I felt the same excitement that many of you felt – SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! It was and is beautiful. Enough to cover the ground, but the roads are clear . . . gosh, I just sounded like my mother . . .
 

Shortly after I woke up this morning, I found myself snuggled in bed between Scott and Austin, oh, and Flatts, too, (one of our black cats – he was our cat . . . Scott brought Kattie to the family, a long-haired black cat). With the blinds open, a picture frame was created for a picture perfect first snowfall of the season, and thanks to Scott, I had coffee in hand. What a moment of reflection . . . reflecting on being blessed? Yes, I truly am.

About thirty minutes later, Scott decides this is the perfect time to put seed and fertilizer on our new yard. Yes . . . I also thought he was kidding! He wasn’t kidding at all, informing me how perfect the timing was so he could see where it was landing on the grass. So after a couple of layers of clothing, his coat and insulated boots, which he repeatedly told me kept his feet dry and warm (as to not catch a cold), and a cap, out he went . . .  a man on a mission. My last words to him? No. Not I love you, but “It’s a good thing you’re going out this early. Hopefully our neighbors are still in bed and won’t see you!”

 

 

But what a great pre-Thanksgiving day! Our first snow, our first snow in our new home and our first snow as a family, and of course, Austin's first snow ball . . . with all my child-like giddiness to boot!

 

Maybe I’m a little selfish wanting all the inches of snow in the forecast, but I’m not one of the 43 million people traveling this Thanksgiving holiday. 43 million! That’s amazing to me . . . but I heard it on the Today Show this morning, so, it has to be true, right? Oh wait . . . that’s the internet :)

The spreading of grass seed and fertilizer? Check. Now, finishing touches on the house have commenced so hopefully we can flip the switch on our Christmas lights tomorrow evening!

And, to close, you have to love the holidays and the snow when friends come around . . . all the way from the beach in SC! My “big sis” Debbie brought her daughter-in-law and granddaughter Danielle and Grace, to see us this morning. Danielle and Grace are here for Thanksgiving and I know Debbie and Mike-Mike could not be happier. And surprisingly, Santa already left a gift under the tree . . . for Grace . . . and of course, it had to be something Minnie Mouse :)  

 

So wherever you are or wherever you’ll be enjoying this holiday, from our family to yours, from a snow-covered yard to the sands on the beach, may the good things in life be yours in abundance this Thanksgiving and throughout the year.