Well it’s almost here…

I’ve tried to stay busy all day! At work I walked, I cleaned and I watched funny carpool karaoke videos. Before I knew it it was time to go. So I did a little grocery shopping and then picked up dinner (Chinese) and my last piece of chocolate cake for a long time. I just needed a piece of chocolate cake before my taste buds are fried. The food police even ate a piece with me. It was a little pre chemo party. He said he was going to take me to the Walmart parking lot and we could both have out cake there but we had too much to do and he was really tired. Silly man!

Like I’ve said before I’ve been doing a lot of reading on the side effects of chemo and things to help elevate them. Of course loosing my hair has been my biggest worry but it is what it is. The other big issue people have is a metallic taste for many days after chemo. They say it wears off just in time for your next treatment. Some of the blogs I’ve been following have said that sucking on Lemon-head hard candy helps the taste not be so strong. So I bought 2 boxes of lemon heads. Another problem is sever mouth sores. Several people have said if you eat popsicles you don’t get the sores. Problem is you have to eat one before, during and after the treatment. Something about the cold keeps the chemo away from that area. I may have mentioned it before but there’s this thing called cold capping. It’s these ice cold helmets you wear before during and after chemo and it’s supposed to help you not loose your hair. Only problem with it is it’s about $500 a month. I can’t afford that and it’s only about 65% effective. Most people still loose some hair and some still loose it all. If it were a sure thing or as cheap as popsicle, I’d be game but not at that price!

So Terry and will be heading to the doctors office around 10:15. They have some things they have to do first and then I’ll be hooked up to the IV around 10:45. So if you’d please keep me in your prayers around that time, I would be grateful.

I’m going to keep this short tonight. I took two G-Clear about 45 minutes ago to help me rest better. I’m going to go give them a chance to work. I’ll let you know how things go tomorrow, tomorrow sometime.

Be blessed,




One more day!

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,




So what should we talk about today? My day was boring at work. I saw 3 people all day and I had 1 phone call. So what do you do on a boring day? You read about how chemo will effect this or that and then you look at wigs and stands to put your wig on. Then you watch YouTube videos on how to put a wig on and how to keep it from blowing off your new slick head. Then you search for the special band the video said you would need to keep the wig or hat or scarf on because you’re not going to have hair to bobby-pin it to. Hey I’m a crafter and I have lots of 2 sided tape…or spray adhesive. Hmmmm Since your looking for a wig gripper, you might as well search for pretty scarves or hats too! I need to find s wig cap but I’m not sure why. I think that’s where I’ll need the 2 sided tape!

My daughters been searching for “free stuff” for people with breast cancer and believe it or not she got me a free wig. AND ITS A RAQUEL WELCH! It’s the perfect color and it almost looks natural…I just didn’t know what I was doing when I put it on. Thank goodness for YouTube, now I’m a pro!

And that’s preprodum! I’ll rock that baby for sure. And it’s called the Goddess…of which I am one. Diana is Goddess of the Moon! I think…πŸ€” Anyhow, I just couldn’t believe it was free. I just looked it up and it’s a $322 wig…and Melanie just wrote to someone and got it for free. She had to prove my diagnosis, which is understandable and I got to pick out the style and color. It came in less than a week. She’s been busy because I got a package next for The Lydia Project that has a small canvas page with a prayer journal, a small tissue holder, a tube of lotion and a card to fill out your prayer needs and send it back to the Lydia Project so they can pray for me. Then yesterday I got a box from Lump 2 Laughter and it had a port pillow (it goes on your seatbelt so it doesn’t rub on your port.) Cuz I’m telling you what, that’ll make your butt pucker! It hurts just to have my shirt rub across it… sorry! L2L also sent me a crocheted beanie, a prayer shawl and card telling me they are praying for me. Then today I was looking through the 4 different folders I’ve gotten from each doctors visit and one of them had a little cut out tag that said Good Wishes. They will send you a free scarf. You pick your top 3 and they will send you one. It’s amazing the things that people do for others. I’m really humbled by it all. I’ve been thinking about the selfless acts of love from these strangers. When this is over, I want to do something to give back…but what? Something to think about!

One more thing. I was talking to a friend tonight who has had a bad week. He was down and said this past week or so has been the worse in a long time. Now this man has been through most of the same trainings I’ve been to, where we are trained to make everyday a great day no matter what. But I told him I totally understood. There are just sometimes when stress is going to win over positive thinking. But I know things will get better for him and for me and God will see us both through to the other side of our clouds. I promised I’d pray for him and as soon as I got home tonight and I did just that. We all have our time of cross baring and our time of flourishing. It’s the ebb and flow of life. The trick is to not let the down side consume us. Having faith that this too shall pass is the only way to come back from hard times. It is the sword that is tested in fire that will be the strongest. We will rise up!

Y’all be blessed!



It’s a go…

Today I had my echocardiogram and met with the plastic surgeon. And I’ve learned something through this whole process. When you have breast cancer, there’s no room for being shy. My boobs have been handled and flipped and flopped and folded and twisted and measured and photographed by more people than I care to count. So if I were the least bit shy when this whole thing started, I’m over it now!

The echocardiogram must have gone well because she said I’ll see you in a couple of months. But I have bad news for you! Hearts are really creepy looking on an ultrasound machine! No wonder someone changed them for Valentines Day cards. I can’t even imagine the love that would go wrong if you gave someone a card with a picture of your real heart. I’m sure there are people out there that think they are beautiful, but I’m not one of them. As the technicians was moving the wand over my heart it looked like some funky sea creatures opening and shutting their mouths. I couldn’t tell up from down and she was trying to explain it to me. I just closed my eyes and did what I was told. Thank you to whom ever designed the sweet little β€οΈπŸ’•πŸ’›πŸ’œπŸ§‘πŸ’šπŸ’™πŸ’•πŸ’—πŸ’žπŸ’–πŸ’“πŸ’˜β£οΈπŸ–€’s we use today!

Then the plastic surgeon told us what would happen if we chose a lumpectomy after chemo and what would happen if we chose mastectomies after chemo. Both reconstruction events have their ups and downs but I think if at all possible I’m going to keep as much of the ones God gave me as I can. The other option means having implants and I think I’m too old to be worried about that. If this doctor can reconstruct my God given ones then that’s the way we’re going to go. So after 8 treatments of chemo, I’ll go in and have the (hopefully much smaller) lump removed. Then the plastic surgeon will come in and do a slight breast reduction using some of my own tissue and putting it were the lump was removed to make them the same size. He said he will also lift them so they will be perky. Just think, in a year, I’ll be sixty with perky boobs. πŸ˜‚

The whole process has been a learning experience but after today’s appointments, Monday morning at 10:45am it will be a go. I’m a little nervous but I have so many people praying for me and offering to stand by me I just have no choice but to win this battle. Thank you so much for your continued prayers. It really means the world to me! I’m pooped so I’m keeping this short and going to bed.

I ❀️ you all!

Be blessed,



The port is in.

Yesterday day wasn’t a real fun day. The first thing to set my day ablaze was at 7:04am I woke up and looked at my phone to see what time it was. There on my phone was a reminder that Rylee had an consult appointment with an oral surgeon at 7:30am. I went running through the house like a crazy woman waking him up, fixing coffee and getting out door in minutes. We were only a few minutes late because I turned right instead of left. As we run in the door, we found the waiting room was full of kids and parents. I’m talking standing room only! After paperwork was filled out, we waited and waited. During my hour and a half of waiting I had a very young single mother sitting next to me who’s favorite words were SH@T and $SSHOLE. I heard her life story and saw almost every picture in her phone. I listened to her and quietly prayed for her. I felt like she was very lonely. She had a 14 month old and told me she was a stay at home mom…living with her parents. I looked at the time and it was almost 9am. Only about 6 kids had been called and we were third from last in the lineup. I had to take Rylee home, change my clothes and get to work by 9:30. I was really upset that they did tell me half the town would be there. So now we are set up for another go at this on the 30th. Anyway, I got Rylee home and ran to work.

My appointment to have my port put in was at 1:30. I was told not to eat anything 4 hours before my appointment. So before I went to work I ate 5 or 6 strawberries just to have something in my stomach before 9:30. I had a cup of coffee at the oral surgeons office that I swapped out for water when I left for work. It was a slow day at work but I had district manager in training there all day. I did almost everything that needed to be done and a coworker came in to relive me at 12:20. I ran home, changed and Terry took me down to Novant (Presbyterian) hospital. We arrived, checked in and it was just minutes before we heard, “Mrs. Pupp”. We went back to a big room with little stalls like an ER. Then they asked me if I’d eaten anything so I told them about the strawberries and told them I had a little bit of peanut butter on a spoon on my way down because I was shaky. (Part hunger, part nerves) Well nurse Laura said they may have to reschedule. No food means no food! 😳 Good heavens, it was less than 1/2 a teaspoon. She had another nurse come in to take my vitals and put in a line for my IV. Then nurse Laura came back to tell me the doctor agreed to put the port in but I couldn’t have one of the HAPPY drugs to relax me in case I were to throw up. BUT they assured me the drugs I will get will keep me from feeling anything. I agreed.

Soon nurse Laura came to tell me there was a delay and put us in a room with 2 recliners and a tv to watch. We got comfy and Terry found the movie The Revenant. And once again we waited and waited. They came to tell us someone had to have something extra done and they were way behind. So we napped and watched the movie. Then nurse Laura came in to say she was leaving because her shift was over but that Kim and Kristine would be in to help me. It was now 4pm and I was starving. We both were!

Finally at 4:20 they took me into the room where they would do the procedure. It seems to take forever to get me ready. They covered me with warm blankets because it was only 63* in there. Then they put a tent over my head and taped off the area where the doctor would be working. They made me turn my head as far as I could turn it to the left because the port was going in on the right side. I was very tense, I’m not going to lie. The next thing I know, something cold is going into my arm and now I’m relaxed. I hear the doctor come in and he asked how I am. I’m just fine. He said ok I’m going to give you a shot to numb your neck and another in the area where the port itself will go. The first shot was like being stung by a bee but didn’t last very long. The second shot seemed to hurt a little more but was gone in seconds. I heard them talking and nurse Kim turned my head farther to the left. Next I felt him pushing on my neck and I could feel something moving in my chest but it didn’t hurt. Then I heard the doctor say something about leaking and I yelled “I’m leaking”? He said oh no I was telling Kristine about a different case. I’m thinking we’ll you shouldn’t be talking about it while your poking and prodding on me. Then I feel a lot of pressure and pushing and I hear him say, there we go, nice job! He said Mrs. Pupp, I’m done except for the stitches, are you ok? I said yes sir, I’m fine. He said, tomorrow you’re going to be sore from the pressure I had to use to get to line in your vein. But it should only be one day.

Before I knew it I was back out in the room with little rooms and she had called Terry to come in with me. They never but me to sleep but I wasn’t feeling any pain. Nurse Kim came in and told me what we needed to do as far as showering and took my vitals once again and it was time to go. It as just after 5pm. Terry pulled up and she took me out to the van. As we were driving away I got a bag of organic Doritos for us to snack on and Terry headed to Chick Fil A. Right after we got on the interstate I felt like I was going to throw up. The traffic was slow and there wasn’t anyplace to pull over so Terry opened the window and said throw up out the window. I had to smile because this guy was riding next to us with his window down. Now that would have been gross! Or funny! Thank goodness the fresh air seemed to make me feel better. Soon we had our Chick Fil A and headed home. I ate what I could and by 7pm the guys had left for Boy Scouts and I was in bed. I slept until 3am and then couldn’t go back to sleep until about 5:30.

I’m sorry this was so long! I hope you never have to deal with this. It really feels better already but it’s sore to touch and it’s weird having something foreign under my skin. Weird alert… I’m posting a picture.

The little incisions on my neck is where the line went down into my vein. The big incision is where the port is placed and where the IV will go when I have to have blood drawn or the chemo drip. It looks like this before it goes I :

And here’s where it goes in the body.

Well again I’m sorry this was so long. I’m just trying to keep people informed. I hope I’m not boring you or grossing you out. I’m trying to keep it light and happy but there wasn’t much to be happy about yesterday. It was a long nerve wracking day! But like I told my son, Joey, I’m one step closer to being healed! Thank you Jesus!

Be blessed,



Emotions are changing

Up until about 3 days ago I was facing this thing with strength and power. I have been trained by my mentor, Mr. Jay Noland, to be a warrior. Persistent and unemotional. Take what ever comes my way and crush it. But I starting falling apart a few days ago. I started to feel like I was going to be left behind. I have been listening to people talk about their experience with chemo and I got pushed down. I became afraid!

Then 2 things happened to me today. #1 At Mass this morning Fr. Paul’s homily was (or my take away) I have been called to a mission by a higher power. I need to figure out what the calling is and what my mission is in this journey. In my life. I have to call on the Grace He freely offers us daily. Not just when I feel defeated but everyday. Then I have to trust in that Grace. I have to praise Him in all things. How can I go out and spread the message, the Good News, if I don’t know the Messenger? Jesus sent His apostles out in pairs and said go spread the Good News. If you are invited in to dine then stay there. If you are turned away, shake the dirt from that house from your sandals and move on. Surround yourself with like minded people. Build your circle of support from those you trust. The people who will stand by you!

#2 Tonight the CEO of my coffee company held a private Facebook live training. I really think it was more of a sharing. He said that there are things in life that change you. Defining moments. Times that you can look back and say, that changed me. He spoke of the day his wife told him they were expecting a child. He said he ran out the door and just ran for JOY. I’ve had those moments in my life too. Several. When my kids were born, then my marriage to my husband. The birth of my grandchildren. And I’m even going to say that this diagnosis, this journey has been a defining moment for me. When I look back at the way things have played out…the way the pieces of this crazy puzzle have been moved and turned and have come together, I truly have been blessed. Terry and are closer than we’ve been in years. My son Rylee has become more responsible (for the most part)! Not to mention the way things fell into place for moving my dad. I have met some wonderful people. I’ve grown as a person. NO, I’m not glad I have cancer but I’m not going to go hide in a cave either. Tonight Jay told me I’m awesome! I’m a warrior! I can do anything I set my mind to do. I know I will have some bad days and during those days I will praise Him in the storm! But when I’m feeling good I will not be stopped. I will fight and I will win this battle because I have people on my side who want me to stay. So I’m going to kick cancers ass and stay!

Be blessed,



At least it got better

It was a rough day. I needed to be home on something stronger than ibuprofen for my tooth and my boob. Both on the left side…I don’t know if that’s a good thing or bad. I just know I was in pain all day and the day drug on and on. I tried to stay busy at work but once you’ve done everything you can do, then what? So I did some reading. Talked to a new friend for a bit. Took a walk and spoke to a couple of customers. Now it’s hot out and I just wanted to go to bed. Then FINALLY it’s 5pm and I clock out. I am driving out of the parking lot and realize there’s a problem. I get out of my car and my rear passenger side tire is on the ground. So I called my husband and he came on his white steed…or pickup truck to pump up my tire so I could get it patched. Then off to my dads house to do some more packing and sorting. Now I’m really hurting and starving! Then my daughter sends me a text telling me I have to stop by their house before we head home. πŸ™„ I really just want to eat, take drugs and go to bed. But because they are leaving for Disney tomorrow, I really wanted to see my granddaughter, Lia before they go.

So we go over and what a special surprise they had for me. She had put together a 23 minute video with pictures and songs. The songs alone were tear jerkers but then the pictures and video messages had me balling almost the whole time. It was family and friends letting me know I’m not alone. Letting me know they are there to stand by me (one of the songs in the video). It was absolutely beautiful. I can’t wait to see it again. She sent me a text after I fell asleep telling she downloaded it a flash drive. I have the most amazing kids in the world! Thank you so much you guys. It meant the world to me!

I don’t have the video yet and they won’t be back until next week so it will be a few days. I will post the YouTube link as soon as it’s up and ready.

So see even blessings come out of the things we think are tragic! I love my family and extended family.

I’m sorry I didn’t get this posted last night. My mouth and boob hurt so bad I just wanted to go to sleep. So y’all…

Be blessed,



One step closer to our new reality

I got so excited that Terry said I could share MOST of his text to me, I totally forgot to tell you about our “chemo teach” class at the oncologist office. Terry and I thought we were going to some kind of class with other people to learn all the uglies about having chemo treatments but it was just the 2 of us and the nurse practitioner. Her name was Karen and she was very personable. She told us about the 2 types of chemo I will be taking first and the 2 meds I will be taking to prevent nausea and vomiting. Oh and a steroid given to decrease the chance of an allergic reaction. Then the last drug helps to stimulate the growth of white blood cells. This one comes the day after chemo. BUT wait, there’s more. I will have 2 more DIFFERENT drugs at home to help prevent nausea and vomiting there. I’ll have 4 of these cocktails that will take my body to the edge of death, one every 2 weeks starting July 23rd. Can we beef up the prayers please!

Then in 8 weeks I’ll start a new chemo medication. First I’ll get a drug to prevent nausea and vomiting. Two to prevent allergic reaction plus the steroid for the same. The next day medication for the stimulation of white blood sell growth. No nausea/vomiting meds needed at home this time is what I’m being told.

Each visit will will start with my blood being drawn to monitor, white blood cell, hemoglobin, platelets, kidney and liver function hydration and electrolytes.

Now for all the fun side effects that COULD happen with these cocktails.

  • Anxiety
  • Hunger – yay I need that one!
  • Trouble sleeping
  • Nausea
  • Vomiting
  • Low blood count which increases risk for infection.
  • Poor appetite – that’s better!
  • Hair loss πŸ’©
  • Loss of fertility
  • Diarrhea
  • Constipation – make up your mind
  • Mouth sores
  • Bladder irritation or bleeding
  • There is a slight risk of developing a blood cancer such as leukemia later
  • Unusual bleeding or bruising
  • Black, tarry or bloody stool
  • Pain, burning or bloody urination
  • Extreme fatigue
  • Watering eyes
  • Fast or irregular heart beat
  • Swelling of feet and/or ankles
  • Pain in the joints and muscles
  • Numbness in the hands or feet
  • Fever
  • Facial flushing
  • Shortness of breath
  • Discoloration in the nail bed
  • Yellowing of the skin or eyes
  • There is a possibility that everything will taste and smell metallic

Then they tell you most of theses happen in less than 10% of patients receiving chemo.

I truly believe there is a cure for cancer but if it was given look at all the companies that would go out of business. They give you chemo (thousands of jobs) you have a side effect and they give you another drug (thousands of jobs) to fix the side effects. All the specialty doctors, nurses, IV companies, lab techs just to mention a few…instead, they are going to poison my body, make me really sick, take away my taste buds, rob me of my hair, make me weak and tired and will still have to cut part of my boob off. Is there really no better way?

Heavenly Father, I humbly pray that you let this tumor be gone by July 22. You are the great healer. Please Lord take this from me. You are my hope and my salvation. Give me the Grace to deal with whatever Your will is for this cancer. I thank you for the beautiful blessings I’ve already received. I will give you all the glory and praise through it all Lord. Amen

Be blessed



P.S. I did get my tooth pulled today.

He said I could share.

I’d like to introduce you to my husband, Terry. Terry and I met at Church when he helped me with the youth. We’ve been married almost 13 years and together almost 20…holy cow. I just realized that.

Anyway, Terry can be quiet and reserved…unlike me! He will give you the shirt off his back and his last piece of bread if you asked. But sometimes he’s hard to read. Some people might have even said he’s hard to get to know. So I’m going to show you another side of this man whom I love.

Since day one with new normal he has been right by my side. I decided to start eating clean. I mean squeaky clean. NO SUGAR, NO CARBS, only grass feed or produce feed meats, eggs and cheese. Nothing from a box or a can. Right away Terry joined me. He say “if you can’t eat it then I can’t eat it”! He quickly and lovingly became the food Nazi. So the night I posted about the chocolate cake and Pepsi, I knew I was going to get busted. But he goes to bed so early I knew he was a day or 2 behind in reading my blog. The next morning I got up to find a note in the refrigerator leaning up against my partially consumed Pepsi. (remember he hadn’t read my post yet) here’s the note…

And my reply…

But his love and concern didn’t stop there because that night he read my blog and this was the text he sent me at work the next day.

I caught up on some reading last night. I understand how you feel about your dad. It seems like the ones closest to us hurt us the most sometimes. He doesn’t understand how his needs weigh upon others. At a time when he needs to become more self sufficient and try to understand the needs of others. He’s chosen to make himself the center of attention. You have said he was not always like this, it’s a shame he is now. At a time in your life when you need support like never before. Do not fret. It will all work out in the end. We are just not able to see it yet.

So next time, before you get yourself a piece of chocolate cake and a Pepsi and sit in a parking lot by yourself with your tears making the cake all salty and soggy maybe you should talk to your husband about stuff that’s bothering you. No matter if they are big or small. He will probably take the time to listen, even when you are sure he doesn’t want to hear it. (There is no love lost between my father and husband so I tend to hold a lot in) and maybe he will take you out for a piece of cake and a Pepsi and a good cry afterwards so you don’t have to be alone. He does care.

Oh by the way even at 5am with your granny jammies and short hair. You still look cute. All my love, Terry

He even said he would help my dad when I’m not able too. He also said that just because they don’t like each other doesn’t mean I can’t talk to him about my dad when I’m frustrated. He did mention some mid-evil torture devices but I think he was kidding! πŸ€”

So you see, just like ogres have layers, so do the strong silent men like my husband.

I adore you Terry Pupp and I’m so glad I have you by my side through this mess. I’m sorry too but I know we’ll get through it together. What a blessing you’ve been to me!

So there’s one facet of my husband.

Be blessed,



Blessed to tears!

Back in early June I got a message from a friend I haven’t seen in 10+ years. She said she saw the post about my diagnosis and she told me their Church has a quilt ministry and would I like a quilt. I said yes, I would love a quilt and today was the day we met for lunch so she could bring it to me. It was so good to see Margaret and her daughter Shawn and Granddaughter Haley. My daughter Melanie and Granddaughter Lia joined us too. She gave me the quilt and I was excited to see it. When I pulled it out the tears started welling up because there are Daisies on it.

Quick side note: my mother’s favorite flower has always been Daisies. Since the day she died (May 15, 2015) I have seen a Daisy or heard the word Daisy almost everyday. My mom was the only constant thing I had in my life growing up and if ever I wished I could talk to my mom, it’s now!

So when I pulled the quilt out of the bag the tears started flowing. It was like a sign from my mom that she’s with me. It’s not like Margaret or the people who made the quilt knew my mom or about the Daisies. It was a very special moment.

Then Margaret showed me the back of the blanket. There in a little square was my name and the date the quilt was made (June 2018), what number quilt it was and the name of the Church and address! Then she told be about the knots tied all over the quilt. She said each knot was tied buy a parishioner and they tied the knot as they prayed for me.

It’s a gift I will treasure forever. Thank you Margaret and the quilting ministry at St. Francise of Assisse in Mocksville. I love my quilt!

Now let me see if I can add a couple of pictures…

Be blessed,