One thousand and ninty five days ago today, we found out that I had cancer.  The doctor said it was Multiple Myeloma. ” Multiple what?”      “It’s a bone cancer,” he replied and the rest is history…….

Well it has been three years since that dark day.  I can’t remember the name of the doctor, where his office was, or what he looked like.  I never went back to him because he was not an oncologist.  I can’t remember what I wore, or ate, but some of the smallest details still stick in my brain.

 “Could you please write down the name of the cancer for me?”  I asked.  He tried to explain more to Joe. I remember none of the conversation. 

The memories of the day have stopped and started a million times over in my head through the last three years.

I think it is time now to decide exactly what to do with this day.
I need to decide if I should even remember it, honor it, or rip it off my calendar and tear it into a million tiny pieces never to be recognized again.

Fot the past three years, I have remembered this as a day I want to forget.
What do I do now?

 I guess I can choose two ways of looking at this day.
 As a time to look back and focus on the disbelief, shock, and terror from the day
Shock and Terror!
Jace holding an Iguana in Puerto Rico.  Now that’s scarry!


I can use this day to  help me rejoice and celebrate the Mountains I’ve climbed,



Here’s Tabitha enjoying Autumn and Halloween
The things I have learned.  
The people who helped me get here.

My son Jace who is serving an LDS mission in Puerto Rico
 and the Gifts of Life that God has given me each of those one thousand and ninty five days.
Tabi and I enjoying a local Halloween celebration on Main Street.
We passed out 80lbs. of candy from our martial arts studio!
Today I Choose Two!