It just needs to be the size of a mustard seed and He will hear you. You can rest, and He will be your shelter. He sends me signs and reminds me He is there. A girlfriend of mine who is a pilot sent me a picture she took the day of the petscan as she was flying. It was a rainbow as she was praying for me up in the clouds, at the same moment I was in the machine with Christmas music on, and was dreaming of rainbows.
I told them about Wednesday and cried, and my hand was held as I was told to remember that I am a miracle. I saw other people I know and got hugs and tissues. I wish every person who comments on our district in the local news would go and see it. Our kids have talent, and are amazing. Madison was excited to go and hung out with friends. I began my day with prayer, and ended my day cheering on nuns with gold habits. God reminded me to sing and dance. I came home and have had a breakthrough with pills. If it continues, pill taking will become less stressful and I will gain an hour or two of my life back.
They directly help patients with grants to help them with whatever they need. The money goes to where it should. Cancer free. She is the one you all have to thank for this blog and pictures. I wonder what words God will place in my heart today? Maybe it will be the story of Job, and how the devil tested him for years.
He kept his mustard seed through all of his hard trials. So whatever hard trials you are going through, hold onto your seed. Look for your blessings, put one step in front of the other, and breathe. I asked everyone to pray Wednesday when i thought I was dying. I told rob over and over I love him and to tell the kids I love them. Not that I wished I worked more, or bought fancier clothes, or had spent more time trying to lose the chemo weight. All I thought about was trying to not die and breathe, and making sure my love for my husband and children was known.
It was traumatic, but I know God was near me by sending me people who love me and having people send me love. And by some miracle, I lived. Yesterday prayers surrounded me all over again. We realized I had to be at the hospital earlier and had to drop off Morgan and Quinn much earlier. I knew Morgan would be ok, but Quinn gets belly aches on hospital days and it was really early , I texted some teacher friends if they could keep an eye out for him.
Candy Perry is my sorority sister from Cortland. Joanne Armstrong is a sister in Christ. Torre Falkner worked with me for years in both Roanoke and Aquebogue and is the living example of if you expect miracles, you get miracles. They immediately texted me back and his teacher Mike Kanter also hopped on the support train and told the ladies to send Quinn to him. I wish I took a picture of him with her. My child is surrounded by angels in Pulaski.
To metavivor. The salaries of their admins are outrageous. They spend most of their money on mammogram awareness. By what happens when you get out of the mammogram? It was super easy. Take two minutes and register with amazon smiles and choose metavivor today. I also got a message that a school district has decided that for October, instead of the usual pinkwashing for breast cancer awareness month, they will donate to Metavivor. Thank you, Bayport Blue Point! We got to the hospital and the ladies at the main desk know me well by now.
Tara brought me in to the room, and Tim got to work right away trying to find a vein. I knew it would hurt, Tim knew it would hurt, and Rob knew it would hurt. I buried my face into rob and prayed. It hurt beyond belief, but it worked. I went to the radiation room and got the same speech about radiation and not being near pregnant women or small children for hours, but they left off any superpowers I was hoping to get.
They laughed at my answer on my form to the question of how many previous scans have I had. Wayne was my tech, and the hour passed by quickly in isolation. I was strapped down with chest plates and belly plates and the my head had the mask strapped over my face with my earplugs in. Wayne played the entire Nat King Cole Christmas Album for me, I looked at the upside down sailboat picture from the mirror on my mask by my forehead, heard the whirring and clanging and beeping and buzzing, and fell asleep.
I dreamed and saw rainbows over and over. I had seen a rainbow appear on my book about Jesus and Buddha on the car ride in and even took a picture. So in my dreams, during an hour long test where i was strapped down and listening to Christmas music, Hods promise was in my dreams. We finished and Wayne kept his poker face, which is never good for me. But we joked and said that next time it will really be Christmas and the music will be appropriate. I wished him merry Christmas, we groaned about traffic this coming weekend, and off I went to rob.
We went to a diner and i ate eggs as Donnie suggested. I got a text from my TA that all was well in school, and at the end of the day she sent me pictures of them playing with bubbles and chalk and laughing. My AP sent me a text with a picture of him and my kids all in red at lunch, so my heart was happy. As we ate at the diner, there are high booths and I kept being called to look at a waitress. I couodnt stop looking over at her section and even rob noticed and asked why I was staring at her. When we finished eating, he went to pay the bill and I walked over to her. As soon as I did, I knew.
She had an elephant pin on her tie. I explained I just got out of the hospital and elephants mean so much to some cancer patients, and seeing her pin was a sign from God for me. She offered to give it to me, I said no, I just wanted a picture. I touched her arm and said thank you, and she said she had chills all over when I touched her.
Trunks up are also symbols of good luck. Stage four patients are also called the pink elephants in the room. We came home and rested on the couch. Wednesday caught up with us.
And we laughed. I hope I get a good response like you and be one of those 2 percent that will be cancer free. We would still sleep, still work, still live. Uh-oh, it looks like your Internet Explorer is out of date. Share or comment on this article: year-old with terminal cancer walks his mother down the aisle e-mail Linked Data More info about Linked Data.
Rob slept, and I researched. Twitter is FULL of oncologists and researchers sharing clinical trials and studies. What the heck? I gave up all alcohol when I was diagnosed and have had maybe five drinks in three years. I researched coffee enemas. I even watched a video. But there are testimonials galore from people who do them daily and it cleans them out, detoxifies their liver, and gives them energy. I received messages from people who have done them and swear by them. Preconceptions and social norms are powerful. I went to meet Quinn as he got off of the bus and it was the first time I ever saw him get off the bus.
He ran across the grass to me and hugged me. I also know many families have lost children. I thought of them all as I hugged my boy and thanked God for this day. I went in the car and drove to get Morgan, and a blue bird flew right by me. We all spent the night at home, resting. Instead of the drug store near me, they sent the prescription to a different one. We went to get it, and it wasnt Percocet. It was OxyContin. Plus, when the tumor was growing in my neck bones, I felt it and it was painful.
But I also felt it as it decreased in size and I felt better. Today at 9 people are praying all over the world for me.
A friend of my sister has organized it and sent it to prayer groups everywhere. Please join us Saturday morning for prayer at am. If you can make any mass in any church please do. Please join us in prayer on Saturday, September 21, , at am for Keri Stromski and her family. People will be praying from all over the country and we ask that you, and anyone that you know, join us. The power of prayer is an amazing thing! Please attend Mass on Saturday, September 21, , at AM at any parish of your choice, if you are not able to attend Mass, please take time to offer a prayer at that time. You spent years of your life working with the disabled and suffering.
I ask for your intercession at this time for the healing of Keri Stromski. Intercede on her behalf and ask Jesus and Mary to grant Keri Stromski. I get results on Monday. The clinical trial is filling up quickly and only has three spots left. They want a biopsy again quickly. Donnie is prescribing something else. I pray for clarity and healing. Menu Skip to content Home About Contact. Search for:. We are in Attleboro MA. I know. I did well yesterday. Thank you God for this day.
I was told three years ago I would not here. My family. I know God has plans for me. A girl can dream, right? Donnie Yance is brilliant. My oncologist is brilliant. Dr snufflufogus is brilliant. Madame swoosh is coming back from France in two weeks. She is blessed. Paula DiDonato will fill me with organic juices to help clear the toxins away. My friends and my family will love me harder.
And I am healed. Yesterday was scary…. Always a teacher when at Target. Then the beauty began. But I see you.
And I love you. Walking into the infusion area was painful. The bell. The damn bell. I love Stony Brook.
And he does. Listen, you all know everything about me anyway… and no. I have no shame. Then rob, Morgan and I went to the middle school. Because I can. But I was. I totally was. It filled me up with every person who grabbed me and hugged me and kissed me. Thank you, RCSD staff and families.
I got home at and went into a detox bath. God can do anything. Look what He did yesterday? Those from Valley Stream Central, from riverhead, from cortland, who have all touched my Life. It comes down to love. Love always helps. May today be a great day, because we are alive. Xoxo Keri. I love Donnie Yance and the Mederi Center. No matter how hard I prayed or researched… I believed I was dying soon.
I spoke to Donnie and Erin. God gave me yesterday, the day before I start this new chemo with horrible nicknames. We had a great morning, and the kids loved the poofy dress. Wait until they see my wigs. Needless to say, I needed a sliver of hope when I spoke to the Mederi center.
This drug can be powerful on cells with that mutation if they are sensitive to it. And there we go. He said the confusing thing is my labs. But after having the death bus stalk me for three years… I can do all hard things. I love every single one.
Screw what the papers say. If a stage four cancer patient can go the night before starting heavy chemo… There are whispers of having to go to split sessions. Our kids are depending on us. Today is my last day without any chemo. True story.
Someone needs to make that movie. A girl can dream. I know some pretty badass and beautiful people. I love my ray of sunshine. Please God, let this work. Let me see them grow up. May I breathe. May I be at peace. May my family be at peace. It was a rough night.
Still is, at am. How is this my life? When will enough be enough? When will God say, OK. She has proven herself worthy of a miracle? Do not be afraid; God has heard the boy crying as he lies there. Lift the boy up and take him by the hand, for I will make him into a great nation.
Compre o livro Wednesdays Were Pretty Normal: A Boy, Cancer, and God na faguhulo.tk: confira as ofertas para livros em inglês e importados. “Wednesdays were pretty normal,” writes Michael Kelley, looking for a bright spot amidst the chemotherapy routine brought on by his two-year-old son Joshua's.
Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water. So she went and filled the skin with water and gave the boy a drink. Though she may forget, I will not forget you! Please pray that God will direct me to the right people and right information source so I can find out more. However, in spite of all these emotional ups and downs, I still have the peace. I have come to realise why I have this peace — I have the eternal perspective in mind. I have learnt that whether I have only a day, a year or ten years or more, my SOLE objective must be the salvation of souls.
Everything else is secondary. This is another good book you should lay your hands on. Even as I sang praises with the children today, the songs also ministered to me and I want to encourage you too:. Take it to the Lord in prayer. Are we weak and heavy laden,. Thou wilt find a solace there. I also want to give thanks that my parents went to church with me on Easter Sunday. At first only my mom agreed to go but she managed to persuade my dad to go as well.
There were Chinese subtitles, even for the songs!! Little Li-Ann was quiet in her carrier and fell asleep too. I was very touched by what Rick Warren shared about his father wanting to share Jesus even on his death bed. As the song was sung, I was not only reminded of my parents who were unsaved but also that of the state of hell — that there is perpetual torture. The pain will not go away after some cream or ointment for burnt is applied.
The pain is eternal. My finite mind cannot imagine how painful that will be. I could not help but wept. I told her I thought of her, my dad and my brother. She got a little emotional. I think she understood what I meant. I felt a great sense of peace and joy. I could feel the presence of the Holy Spirit doing His work. I only need to do my part.
The next day, Monday, I asked my mom directly if she has received Christ. She told me she has not coz she felt that it would be a BIG decision and so she cannot be hasty. I believe she is referring to the commitment she has to make. That was FAST!!! Take note this was Monday when I spoke to her. Hee hee…. Guess this is where my mom and I are quite alike. Today she told me she is at Day 5. I pray that God will speak to my parents as they read the book. Now can you understand why I can feel the Peace even amidst my recovery and consideration of the hormonal treatment?
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