Do YOU like Change?

A good friend of mine wrote this wonderful article about change and I wanted to share it with you.  So often, we (me included) sit paralyzed with fear by what what change could bring.  Liz shared a new perspective, that I am adopting immediately.
Thank you Liz, for allowing me to share this...I found it refreshing and beautiful.

Change –

A few Sundays ago, Doug Smith asked our congregation about change. “Who likes change?” I was one of the crazy people who raised my hand. And since then, I’ve been wondering why. Here are my reasons for embracing change.

            Change is a great catalyst for growth and I would choose to grow rather to remain stagnant or die. I believe that, like many things in life, how we perceive change is a choice.If I choose to resist change I run the risk of regretting the past life that God has granted to me and resenting the future life God has planned for me. Change is inevitable. I do not want to create conflict in an arena where inevitability will always win. What is the point in creating needless strife; when life is already full of enough strive as it is?

            I am not accepting of change for change’s sake alone. So often, after one removes the shiny plastic coating from something “new and different” one finds nothing but the “same ol’, same ol’” underneath. Change - in and of itself - can either be positive, negative, or neutrally ineffective. A twenty dollar bill in the gutter can be spent wisely, poorly or left to deteriorate. Unlike change, twenty dollars can also be tucked away for the right time and place to be spent. But, mostly, change is not something I can control. I cannot slow it down or save it up for the moment I am ready for it. It occurs in God’s time frame and sometimes in the world’s time frame; but rarely in my own. Even when I think I have a five year plan or simply a plan for next Sunday, life has a way of changing it.

            Change does not always make me happy. Happy implies cheerfulness, high-spiritedness, or even naiveté, or giddiness. No, I am not always happy with change, but I choose to be accepting, and I am slowly learning to like it. I try to accept it with as little complaint as possible. I strive to live with it without causing undue conflict. I want to accept change and enjoy the contentment that resolution allows.  It is my choice not to find my life’s meaning in the winds of change. I do not find my self-worth in the changes life does or does not grant to me. I want to be content with whatever life changes I experience because I believe that life is greater than the sum of all its experiences.

“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.” Romans 12:2 

It seems to me that if I am to be transformed, I must be willing to change.

"The key to change...Is to let go of fear"

Rosann Cash

Thanks again Liz...God Bless You!

Where Were You?

If you haven't already heard...25 years ago the tragic news of the Challenger Space Shuttle echoed around the globe.   Read More

I wanted to share my own story, then share a wonderful blog post my hubby put out today.

I was in 5th grade.  Mrs. Adam's wheeled a TV into our classroom, and we sat on the floor surrounding the broadcast of the launching of the Challenger Shuttle.  My thoughts were that I was just happy to be getting out of classwork...but it was a big deal, especially to the few teachers, that had a connection, with the teacher on board that shuttle.

It was exciting to see the launch, and countdown with the TV....  5-4-3-2-1 Lift off!  I remember watching, and getting excited as the cloud of smoke cleared....seeing the rocket blast off!  

Seconds later...Something went wrong.  The cheering in the classroom turned to gasps and crying.  The TV was quickly turned off and the Principal made an announcement over the loud speaker about what had happened.

Our school later that year, raised funds to help re-build the shuttle, but the sadness lasted a very long time...and for some...it will never go away.

My hubby says it well...Tragedy can strike at any time....at any place.  The fear of tragedy can stop many dreams from coming true.  The aftermath of tragedy can be even worse.

The best we can do, is to pick ourselves up and carry on....and keep dreaming.

God Bless those that were lost 25 years ago.  You will never be forgotten.

 Please read my husbands blog

*thank you a great post*

"You Look Good for 70!"

I have always been told that I have an "old soul"... but never would I imagine that my new doctor would look at my MRI and tell me he thought he was coming into the exam room to meet a 70 year old woman.

Having Neurofibromatosis, doesn't automatically qualify you with also having Hydrocephalus, but lucky me, I got diagnosed with both in 2007!

About a year ago, I wrote about my experience being diagnosed with NPH (Normal Pressure Hydrocephalus) and a brain tumor.  My fear  heightened, when I was told by my Neurologist at the time, that there was nothing that could be done for me. 

I was sent on my way, with no solutions for the pain and more fear than ever before.  I was frustrated and angry that these supposed "specialists" were offering no help...and pretty much dismissing me entirely.  What was I supposed to do?  Where was I supposed to go?

I was ready to give up and just accept that THIS was my reality.

Yesterday, I met with a new Neurologist...The move to Denver caused us ALL to find new Drs...And...Giving up just isn't in my nature, I guess.

My headaches have gone from bad to worse these last few months, and I was desperate to find someone who would listen to me and take me seriously.

Dr. Oh in Aurora did just that.  Not only did he listen to me...He HEARD me.  He told me that never in his practice has he seen a 30-something year old woman, with hydrocephalus, walking around and living a semi-normal life.

He compared my MRI to that of a 70 yr old woman.

The brain tumor I have, which has been called a Lipoma, is now being further investigated.  The likelihood  of a VP Shunt is now becoming more of a reality.

I was given a full Neurological exam and told that a team would be put together to discuss my case.  I am elated, but at the same time, scared to death.

Sometimes you have to scream, in order to be heard.  Doctors are not miracle workers, and cannot read your mind.  If you don't fight for what you believe in, you probably won't ever get what you need...or want.

I am tired of being ignored.  Tired of being told - "There's nothing that can be done."

So....I continue to fight.  Scared or not.

We Have Neurofibromatosis....

Plexiform Neurofibromas

What are these tumors?  

Why do these tumors do so much damage?  

Is there anything one can do about it once they are diagnosed with these?

(these pictures are NOT my own.  I found them thank to Google images)

Plexiform Neurofibromas are ill-defined, slow growing masses that have been described as feeling like a "bag of worms".  These tumors are typically benign and are common with NF, but not all people with NF will present with them.

Studies say that about 30% of people diagnosed with Neurofibromatosis, have these types of tumors, affecting people in many different ways.  The growth rate is unpredictable, leaving some not diagnosed until adulthood, others these tumors are unmistakably present, causing deformities of the bone and skin in beginning in childhood.

Since NF can affect every organ in the body, plexis can appear anywhere, and cause significant damage.  The only treatment is to debulk the tumor as total removal is not usually possible, due to the tumor being  wide spread, attaching to nerves and organs.

Recently, my 13 yr old son was diagnosed with "many" small plexiform tumors, affecting his spine, and under his left arm.  I find it extremely frustrating when the doctors tell me, "there's nothing we can do".  What do you mean there is NOTHING you can do?  Aren't the doctors supposed to have the answers?  The cure?  The treatment?

This is the world of NF.  This disorder leaves most of us praying for it to stay "mild", or for the progression to suddenly stop.  I know for myself, I have a hard time knowing that while my NF may be "not so bad" now, it can take a cruel and steady turn, at any time.

This is why it is so important to focus not on my disorder, but on everything around me that IS good.  I am so much more than NF.  I am stronger and more powerful than anything that comes my way....and my goal is to teach my children this too.

NF throws a fork in the road of life.  You can choose to go down the path of anger, regret, and fear.  Or you can take the path of light and strength.  Both are sometimes very hard roads, but there is only one that will take you to a place of  HOPE.

I am in this fight, just like you.  You are not alone.

Thrive On!

You Have Cooties!

"Ewww....Get away!  You have Cooties!"

I remember playing this game as a kid.  Running around the playground, chasing boys and tagging them, giving them MY cooties, so that they could chase the girls to try and give them back.  It was a fun game and no one ever REALLY caught the dreaded cooties.

The other day, I was waiting to pick up my kids from school.  I waited in the parking lot and saw my 8 yr old daughter walking slowly to the van.  She was noticeably upset and took an extra long time to make it to me.  Tears ran down her face as she looked at me.

"Are THESE cooties Mama?"  She asked as she pointed to her cafe' au laits marks on her neck and arms.  "The kids in my class say I have cooties because I have these. They won't play with me at recess and laugh at me." she continued to cry.

My heart stops.

"You do NOT have cooties sweetheart.  God gave you these marks, so that you stand out, so that the special friends you have yet to make, know who you are."  I explained to her, as best I could, that while NF may make her different, it just makes her job of finding the people who are really special, a little harder...but worth it!

Rachel went on to tell me that there are TWO girls in her class who are her 'bestest friends'.  "See!" I told her.  "Would you rather know 20 people who make fun of you....or 2 people as your special friends?"  She went on to say that 2 was better than 20.

I hugged her, wiped her tears, and promised that she and I would always be special and it was our job to make sure we let other people see our hearts and help people understand that NF wasn't cooties, but instead a special gift that allows us to have genuine friendships.

Follow-Up With Neurosurgeon

It's so nice to be able to walk into a doctors office and not have to explain Neurofibromatosis.  The health care we have been getting here in Colorado has been  REALLY good.  

I remember not to long ago, walking into my kids' doctor in a new city in Washington.  The Doctor sat down and I unloaded a list of issues that my family was dealing with.  "We have NEUROFIBROMATOSIS!"  I said expecting him to know what it was I was talking about.

The doctor just stared back at me.  "You mean Fibromylagia?"  he responded.  "No....I mean Neuro-Fibroma-tosis."  I told him.  "Ohhh ok, the Elephant Man Disease, right?"  I was shocked, hurt and unbelievably confused!

We never went back to that doctor.

Yesterday, Braden and I spent half the day talking to NF specialists about the new findings in his latest MRI scans.   Just a year ago, Braden  was "stable" and showed no signs of tumors on his optic nerves.  Now, he is presenting with a pencil eraser sized growth on his left optic nerve.

Plexiform tumors are scattered along his spine, causing balance and bladder issues.  Dr. Handler looked at me and said...."In the 'NF' world...this doesn't look too bad."  The 'NF' world??  I hate the NF world!  But at the same time, I was grateful for the news.

We were sent off to Neuro-Oncology to set an appointment and meet with Dr. Rush, who also sees Bailey, for the tumor on her auditory nerve.  We were told she would review Braden's latest MRI and would need to see him back in a few weeks.

I was feeling overwhelmed until I saw a family holding on tight, to their young son.  His bald cute little head...his bright, wide eyes.....and His hand wrapped up, with an IV tube leading up to a bag of medicine.  Chemo.  

NF causes so many unknowns, I vowed to keep living in the moment.  To make the most out of each and everyday that I have.  This is the only thing I have real control over.