pray for this sweet little boy

I don't know how I came across this family's blog, but go check it out and pray for their adorable little boy.

i am privileged.

Thank the good Lord that I don't have to deal with this. I don't want to make this a political blog, but this is one of the reasons I am glad we don't have socialized medicine.

Scar Buddies!!

That's what they'll call us!!!!!!

Did I ever tell you...

Did I ever tell you that after my thyroidectomy my voice was terribly messed up? It wasn't just like a scratchy, I lost my voice kind of messed up. My vocal cords/vocal cord nerves got damaged and my voice was about five octaves higher than normal. Seriously...I'm not exaggerating. My brothers called me Michael Jackson. I sounded like a 5 year old girl. It was like that for six weeks, and then one morning I woke up and my voice was miraculously back to normal.

Thought you might enjoy that tidbit of information.

retail therapy

(note: you should really listen to this song while reading to have an optimal blog experience)

A new friend and fellow thyroid cancer fighter suggested that I engage in a little retail therapy. She told me to go buy some new shoes, shoes that I typically wouldn't buy. It's really not hard to convince me I need some new shoes, and I was going to Kohl's anyway, so I figured I would take a stroll through the shoe department. I found some on sale that were cute and it was a pair that I would not typically buy...I usually buy monochromatic shoes. But I bought them and when I wear them I feel good, rendering this particular session of retail therapy successful.



If you do not have at least one pair of colorful, exciting shoes then I really recommend you buy some. Life is too short to spend every day in boring shoes.

three months post-op

This past Thursday marked three months since my surgery. My scar has changed quite a bit in the past month, don't ya think?

3 months:

2 months: