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Thursday, 09 April 2009 16:35 |
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...the holiday weekend that is!! I left work around 2:00, stopped for plastic eggs and jelly beans needed to make an easter basket, then HOME until Monday! WOOHOO! Well, not really home until then, we sing 7 services for Easter - whew...makes me tired just thinking about it.
Tonight, the off-broadway musical "The Rock and the Rabbi" will be performing at our church. I've heard the soundtrack and it sounds amazing. I get to bring my mom and that is going to be so cool. She's never seen the inside of my church and I'm looking forward to her putting an image with something that means so much to me. I'm still working on getting her to Easter service, but that's for another day.
I'm so glad to be able to spend this time with my family. It's been a long time - life can get so hectic. I'm looking forward to tomorrow, when it's just us and quiet. Well, OK, it's never really quiet here.
I plan to write tomorrow too. I love my new office and it makes it SO MUCH EASIER to sit and write. I get distracted very easily and this room is completely secluded from everything that makes me distracted. I love my husband for agreeing to it.
More later. LOVES!!
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Wednesday, 01 April 2009 07:19 |
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Do not be afraid. It’s said that this phrase is written 365 times in the Bible. That makes me feel good. I think God wants us to know that He is in control and that’s just that.
Today, Rob goes into the hospital for a procedure. They are taking an endoscope into his pancreas and an ultrasound at the same time. They are hoping to definitively answer whether or not there is something on his pancreas or if it’s just a shadow or a blood vessel of some sort.
God is in control. We’ll be OK. I’ll post more later when we know the results. That should be as soon as the procedure is finished.
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Friday, 27 March 2009 05:42 |
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There's no doubt about it, life has been hard at the Gary house lately. Rob's been sick; he's having an endoscope next week and they are going into his pancreas. Not forgetting the emotional and physical stress that this puts us under, the financial aspect has not been fun either. Yet God has planned for even this. We've been able to pay the co-pays thusfar and that makes me happy. Ashley and Justin are both having problems now. We pray for them; that God would break their hearts and bring them close. I've been busier than I've ever been at work; there is never enough time to get it all done.
Yet, somehow, amisdt all this, I am finding joy; and if you know me, you know that is amazing. I am finding joy in my book; people enjoy Remnants. I find joy in singing on the Worship Team, I find joy in writing the screenplay. TJ's faith and trust in God bring me endless joy. Watching LOST with Rob; joy. :)
These are joys I have hoped for all my life and they are happening now; in the middle of this chaos I call my life. Seems a little unfair to some; but any joy in this mess is joy I will take.
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Sunday, 28 December 2008 00:00 |
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i was helping to get her cleaned up yesterday. This was our conversation:
Nana: I owe you one.
Marisa: No you don't Nana. You'd do the same for me.
Nana: No, no I wouldn't.
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Saturday, 27 December 2008 00:00 |
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My nana is one of the most important people in my life.
She's my maternal grandmother...my mom's mom.....my nana. She's always been in my life. She's never been a Christmas/Easter grandmother. We lived in a mother/daughter house most of my life, so she has always been there, through the good and the bad. She's been through me growing up, me getting in trouble, my marriages and divorces, the birth of her first great-grandchild. We've been through her cancer, the loss of her husband (my pop) and the adjustments to her living with my mom again.
And, now, as I write this, I am in a hosptial room watching her sleep.
Eleven years ago, Colon Cancer almost took my nana from me. The surgery, radiation and chemotherapy were too much for her littl 4'10" 105lb body. It was a miracle in itself that she rebounded the way she did. What has happened though in the eleven years that have followed is that her digestive tract has slowly but surely started to reject most foods that she ate. She can no longer eat dairy products, most vegetables make her sick, no sauces, or desserts. She's never eated chicken or fish. So, she's left with peanut butter, bananas, crackers, cranberry juice and pasta. She only drinks when she takes her meds, and even that is just a half a dixie cup.
All of this leads up to the events of Christmas Day. She started throwing up and became severely dehydrated and was taken to the hospital.
She has three children. Two, my mother and my uncle, live here. My aunt lives in NJ. Unfortunately, this Christmas, they are all up north visiting family and cannot get flights back here. This is where I come in. I sit here and send them text messages all day. It makes it easier for them to be there and not here.
I'm always the one to take over anyway. It is my coping mechanism. So I've been here since she was admitted. I can't not be here for her, she's always been there for me.
She says she likes knowing that I am here...so I stay. I watch her sleep and I watch her be stubborn and cranky, and sick and weak and frail, and cranky and I remember all the things we've done together all my life. She is as important as my mom. She's my nana.
She used to make me eat Lentil soup and at 5 I asked her why she was making me eat mud.
She caught me drinking at a party in our house when I was 16. I had a colander on my head. She always brings it up when I have a glass of wine.
My brother always thought the vacuum was an italian curse word because that's what she said when she vacuumed.
I remember being young and she and Pop would take me to a restaurant called Oceans 20. I thought it was the Ritz-Carlton. I'd put on my best dress, do my hair in curls and even wear gloves if I was allowed. I thought I was so special there with them.
I remember working with nana and pop at the pharmacy. Pop was a pharmacist in a bad part of town. He thought it was good for me to work there and see how it really was.
I remember a thousand other reasons to be here with her, yet I don't need any reasons. Being my nana is reason enough.
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