This has been a crazy month. Never a dull moment! My dad has been in the hospital 3 times in the last 4 weeks. All because he was running a fever and didn’t have the ok from his doctor to be given Tylenol. Well that’s a lie…the first time he pneumonia. These last 2 times it’s been a low grade fever and off to the ER we go. I’ll be getting a note from his doctor Monday morning, you can be sure of that! Terry says we need a bug out bag packed for him with a change of clothes, a tooth brush and paste, the stuff for his false teeth and a comb. Then every time he has to go to the ER, we will just grab his bag and he’ll be ready! Well…that isn’t going to happen! I will have a note faxed to his Assisted Living facility Monday!
I have to say a special thank you to my husband, Terry. He has busted his butt for hours each weekend getting the remaining things in my dads house ready for me to go through. I’m telling you he has worked hours over there. So has Rylee. I haven’t done much of anything but tell him, I want that or that can go to the Church Rummage Sale. Tonight I started a very difficult task. I’ll bet my parents had 60 to 70 photo albums. All the way back from before I was born and up until their 55 wedding anniversary. Not to mention all the pictures we’ve sent them over the years. I’m going through one album tonight and it’s my parents and their best friends Bob and Evelyn Dailey. Some of the album is at the Outer Banks and some is in Maine eating lobster. There are several pictures of them doing the vacation thing but there are twice as many of the ocean or of houses or of something that I just have no idea what they are of. But I’m having trouble throwing them away. I feel like Im throwing away their life. I know some of you will understand, some won’t and that’s ok. I just know I can’t keep them all. Then there’s pictures of people and I have no idea who they are. I can’t keep them. I saved 32 pictures out of the first album and there’s 69+/- to go! Lord help me
Yesterday after work I met Terry and Rylee at my dads old house. We had a little dinner and worked until about 10pm. When I got home, I really just wanted to go to bed. I went and checked the mail and there was a letter from my friend SueAnn. Inside was a metal and relic from St. Peregrine. He is the patron saint for cancer patients and a few other things. It really meant a lot that she would think of me and send me this beautiful gift. 
Here’s the metal… and below is his story. 
For those of you who don’t understand Saints and their roll I’m our lives I’ll try to explain… First of all we do NOT worship saints. We do, however call on them to intercede for us in prayer. Just like you might ask a deceased family member to go talk to God for you in your favor, we have the same thing but we know these people who we call saint have found favor in God through the stories that have been logged and passed down through the years. If you don’t understand and have questions, I’ll do my best to answer them.
So my title says one more day and that’s because I have one more day of normalcy before I start chemo. I’ve read all the horror stories and I’ve talked to a few people and I think I’m mentally prepared for the next step. I’ve been told to buy beautiful earrings and rock the bald. Well, we’ll see! If you have some pretty earrings you’re not using I’d love to borrow them for a few months! I’ll even take my picture with them in and I promise to clean them before I send then back!
My circle of support is amazing and I’m just ready to get to the other side of this process. I’m ready to be done and feel normal again. I’m ready to be healthy and kick my coffee business up a notch or 10.
Be blessed,
Diana
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