Day 32 // Lake Waynoka
As I sat on the dock this morning, my appreciative eyes watched the glorious sun rise, glistening over the lake as reflections rippled across it.
As I sat on the dock this morning, my appreciative eyes watched the glorious sun rise, glistening over the lake as reflections rippled across it.
"The things you take for granted someone else is hoping and praying for."
The alarm pierced my ears at 5:00 AM the morning after the diagnosis.
Shortly after the hysterectomy, my mind raced with thoughts of how my "normal" baseline might change
Lying back in my chair, IV drips in my ear
Silent and ghostly, wrapped in white clouds of fear.
The days following the diagnosis had my emotions trekking through the Amazon.
Twenty-six years of darkness - shame, fear, isolation. Hiding behind all that I was or could be, too scared to confront the enemy.
The hot flashes are unbearable some days. Like combustion blistering deep within, ripping my clothes off is never out of the question.
Almost five years ago, the spirit within rattled my inner warrior to do something more with life.