REALLY?

Hello all,

The way I see it is, are the most ‘popular’ or well-known issues of our lives worse because of what “experts” and “celebrities” say and how they feel about it? Can it be that for the sake of being with the “in crowd” (old expression) I sacrifice my own convictions, whether popular or not?

Does it really matter what this professional says about what I ought to do? Does it really matter about what ‘superstar someone’ says publicly. Am I to change how I feel or become intimidated about how I really feel, just to be counted with these people, people who don’t even know I exist? I DON’T THINK SO. If you had the good teachings of your parents that’s advice you can take.

The old widow woman down the street in your neighborhood, who still plants her flowers ever year, who has raised all of her children successfully, and has a lot of grandchildren who come by and love her is better able to give me advice for my life regarding the issues that come up, than anyone who doesn’t even know me.

That man who lost his family because of an addition and made up his mind he wasn’t going to live any longer captive to it, who went into rehab and with the support of professionals who knew what to do to help him, can better tell me about my struggles than well-known strangers in the news.

Trials and troubles are kindred in this world, they happen to everyone. No one is exempt. But I value the advise of those who have endured and come out the better for what they endured than the three words coming from notoriety: LIGHT, CAMERA, ACTION! That’s how I see it.

Rosa

IT’S TIME FOR A CHANGE

Hello all,

I’ve been out of it for a couple of months, due to, well due to life. I have read your blogs and smiled and laughed and sighed and even cried with some of you. It’s just that I haven’t had the time to really stop and comment regularly. No matter. I am glad for this short break to post on my own blog.

I have wanted to change the name of my blog from It’s Worth Editing for a while now, but couldn’t think of anything suitable until about a month ago. I mean I wasn’t looking for anything bizzare, but just something a little different. I don’t know when I came up with it, but I thought, “Well, it’s my point of view; it’s how I see it; it’s even how I roll, as the kids would say. So, I’ve decided to make a small change in the title of my blog from It’s Worth Editing to “How I See it-the Editor’s point of view.” 

Yeah, I realize that there aren’t any bells and whistles going off, but I also want to know what you think. So, let me know if it’s okay with you or I am open to other suggestions, too. Especially from those of you who have read and responded to my blog.  Help me out guys. Thanks.

Rosa

 

REFLECTIONS ON MEMORIAL DAY

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We gather on Memorial Day with our families and friends, and food and celebrate and laugh and talk and just enjoy ourselves. Many of us are glad that we get a day off of work. Others are glad to sleep in a little later than normal; still others go about their day doing what they do.

But on this Memorial Day, let’s make it a point to stop and reflect on all of those who gave their lives so that we can sleep in a little later, so that we can gather with our family, friends, and food all around this great nation and relax. Reflect on the fact that we have laws that protect our freedoms that may not be in other countries. Reflect on the fact that we have the privilege to worship God. Reflect on the great privileges we have and please never take them for granted. 

More than all of that, reflect and bow in humble gratitude at those men and women who gave their all so that we can have this wonderful freedom. It cost so many all, now let’s all give praise and thanks to God for these brave ones who made it all possible.  

Remember we promised not to forget them nor take their sacrifice for granted.

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DEAR GOD THANK YOU FOR THE MEN AND WOMEN OF OUR ARMED FORCES WHO MADE IT POSSIBLE FOR ME TO BLOG TODAY. BLESS ALL THOSE WHO ARE IN THE SERVICES AROUND THE WORLD TODAY FIGHTING FOR OUR WAY OF LIFE. BLESS THEIR FAMILIES HERE AT HOME WHO MISS THEM. CARE FOR THEM AND BRING THEM SAFELY BACK TO THEIR OWN LOVED ONES. WE ASK IT IN YOUR NAME, AMEN!

DAUGHTERS!

Johanna, Erika, Jennifer

You know, I have three grown daughters. I love them each with all of my heart. But can someone tell me why it is that when you and  your daughters are basically the same size, that you can’t keep any clothes in your own closet??!!  I mean really. Case and point. Yesterday, my daughter Johanna came over and asked me if I had some pants for her to wear because she needed them really bad for someplace she had to go. Well, as a mom I said yes I did. About an hour later, I watched as my last two pair of pants walked out the door without me and a pair of my shoes, and two of my tops. Those clothes left me with this message, “I’ll give them back when I’m finished.” I just sat there wondering what I was going to wear. Then, to my relief, I found a pair of beat up Capri pants in the back of my closet. I’m not giving those up. I tied them to me with a chain!

Last Christmas when offices have their Christmas parties, my daughter Jennifer was smiling and grinning on Facebook. She looked lovely to me, until I realized that the dress she was wearing was the one new one I had bought and had never worn. I don’t know how she got it out of the house without me seeing it! She was styling in it so daringly. She still has it and it’s May.

I bought five dresses last year. I usually wear them to church, so they don’t get a whole lot of wear from me. Well, Erika called me several times last year and early this year needing some dresses and shoes to wear for her business events. I had to threaten her to give me back just one of those dresses. 

I am currently looking in a catalog to see how much a barrel and suspenders cost! Daughters, you gotta love ’em.

Rosa

 

GOOD NEWS!

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HAPPY DAYS ARE  HERE AGAIN – DADDY, JOHANNA, AND ERIKA

Well, I am so glad to announce that my daughter who spent 10 months fighting with Ovarian Cancer, started back to work yesterday, May 8, 2017. That’s good news! She will have to keep seeing her Oncologist quarterly to make sure all remains well, but that’s minimal to what she went through last year and the first of this year. Her first post checkup came out wonderful. Thank God. 

Through all she went through, she was able to finish book 2 and 3 of her Ruby Eyed Devil Series, and has started on a book of short stories to be published in e-book format. She laughs a lot more now. She is busy regaining some of the happiness that she lost during those months. She smiles a whole lot more, too. I think that she has embraced life so much more since her ordeal with cancer. She is still teaching Sunday School every Sunday at church and cleaning her house, running errands, fussing with her sisters; (some things never change), loving her grandmother and seeing about her. Sounds like normal stuff, you’re right, but when you come away from an affliction that others don’t make it through, those ‘normal’ things become great privileges and you love to do them.

As for me, only God sustained me while watching my daughter suffer. Chemotherapy took all of her hair out, but I guess the stress of watching her made a lot of my own hair fall out, too. No matter, both of our hair is growing back. 

Thanks for listening and blogging concerns and encouragement when I shared with  you for those months. I appreciate you all more than I can say. 

It’s May, 2017. Make sure that you embrace this uncertain life you have and break down barriers if you can between you and anyone you love. Mend broken relationships, too. It’s worth it. I’m happy and joyful today and I am not going to analyze those feelings either. Tomorrow may be different, sure: but I’ll deal with tomorrow when I make it there. 

Rosa

GOTTA GET BACK HEALTHY!

Well, I am focusing on myself a bit more, just like I said in my last blog. So, I went to the doctor. I am so glad that I did go to the doctor. I truly didn’t know how bad I had gotten until I received a call today from the doctor’s office that my hemoglobin was low, and I had to come in again with stool samples and give another blood sample. SHUCKS!

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Not only that, but my pressure was up. You’re gonna like this one—because of the stress of Johanna’s health problems, my hair began falling out. So, I think it is time that I made sure of my own health, now that I can think. I am no good to anyone else if I’m no good to myself.  

Give me some suggestions on what to eat or drink to help my hemoglobin levels. Again, thank you all for your prayers. We got this!

 

Rosa

WE’RE CONNECTED TO OUR LOVED ONES

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This is the face of a young woman who is taking her last round of Chemotherapy, yesterday, Tuesday, January 24, 2017. I am grateful to God for all of His mercy. 

Guess what? I didn’t realize until yesterday how much my daughter’s illness had taken a toll on me, too. But when I knew that she wouldn’t have to be extremely sick for days on end; when I realized that she wouldn’t blow up any more (she got bigger from the 3 different chemo medicines they were giving her), when I knew that I wouldn’t have to hold back my own emotions when she would say to me, “Mom, I’m just sick, so sick,” after she took those treatments; when I saw that she smiled genuinely in this photo; when she called me and said, “Mom, in two weeks we are all going to Red Lobster, and I am going to eat and enjoy it,” (she didn’t enjoy eating for months because she said that all she could taste was the medicines they gave her). When I could see that she wouldn’t spend hours just lying in the bed trying to rest from those treatments; when I knew that eventually her hair would grow back; when I knew that my youngest daughter had changed tremendously during this ordeal and that she’d never be the same; she had grown up that much more; when I knew that she was planning for the future when she said to me, “Mom, I want to move to another state…” When I weighed all of these items, I realized that I was weak with relief. I really couldn’t do much yesterday except thank God. 

Friends, we’re connected to those we love and what happens to them affects us. You may say, “I know that.” But when you have to stand by and helplessly watch as the one you love suffers, whatever the issue, be it physically, mentally, emotionally, financially, or spiritually; you’ll see even more clearly that you suffer along with them. 

For the first time in months I am focusing on myself. But if I am to be honest, I still have one eye on her. She will still have rounds of tests to do and blood to be drawn from time to time, but on a whole I have to say WE have come a long, long way.  

 

Rosa