On October 1st, 2013, my father lost his battle with pancreatic cancer. I held his hand as he took his last breath and left this world for another. I’ve always struggled with what I believe in, what my faith is and whether or not I believe in something higher than myself. It seems rather egotistical to think we’re the highest thing in the universe and I often teeter back and forth to find a balance. My brain pulls one way and my heart another. Continue Reading
Very rarely do I get to use this blog to bring awareness to people, but today I needed to share a bit, a story that hits so close to home, it’s hard to ignore.
Maybe you’ve seen that sweet face on Facebook, and read her story on her page over the last year plus. I even did a little post on it last January. I don’t even know where to begin or what to say. Posts about suffering with the horrible disease called “cancer” really get to me, as so many of those close to me have been affected by it. But those people (not that it changes anything) have lead long, beautiful lives. They haven’t had their journey here cut short, they have had the chance to experience life and glory of it all. But not our little Kylie.Continue Reading
It’s been almost a year since the “C word” crept into my life and changed everything. And this will be my first Father’s Day without my dad. It’s very bittersweet, and if I think about it for longer than a few minutes, grief overwhelms me and here come the waterworks. It’s hard for me to say the words, “My dad is gone.”Continue Reading
Harsh winter weather makes me hate my skin. OK maybe “hate” is too harsh a word…
Now I know, I know, I am in San Diego, I have no room to complain about “Winter Weather” but seriously, we have some harsh conditions around here. High winds, unusually odd weather trends, warm, cool. wet, dry, freezing, hot, repeat. Ever heard of “Santa Ana Winds”? Look it up! It WRECKS my skin, and wreaks havoc on my hair too, but that’s another story.
We’ve all done it right?
Commented on something on Facebook or other social media, before actually reading the comments before us, only to find ourselves looking foolish.
This is currently happening to me right now, but I am on the receiving end, and it’s heartbreaking…
We live in a small town. I’m talking like 15,000 people. That may be large for a “small town” but we’re just outside of San Diego which has a population of almost 1.5 million, so not so big in comparison.
I love the small town vibe for several reasons; community, safety, low crime, everyone “knows” everyone… we take care of each other. It’s nice in this day and age. So when I saw people walking the streets a few weeks ago, wearing pink, carrying pink ribbons and tying them to every possible tree branch, street sign, light post and fence, I knew something was up.
When I got to work, I saw even more pink ribbons… huge ones tied around large pillars, balloons, signs and posters. Walking into work, I figured out what was going on, word travels fast in a small town.
Turns out, one of our youngest residents, 19 month old Kylie, was diagnosed with stage 4 high risk neuroblastoma, a rare form of cancer, found mostly in children. As a human, it breaks my heart, but as a mother it tears it to shreds.
I feel proud as a member of Alpine, California, to see our community pull together and support Kylie and her family. It’s a hard disease to deal with. I just got through my own journey with cancer in a loved one, and continue to watch it make the people around me that I love, sick.
Please go to their Facebook page and support Kylie and her fight with this ugly disease. I would love to see pictures from all over the world, tying bright pink ribbons in trees and on posts in support of such a strong little girl.
Pass this post along, and if you can, give to help support the family while they fight right along side their precious baby girl. Even if you can’t afford to give, maybe you know someone who can, please pass this along.
We’re right here with you Kylie! You’re a strong little fighter and Alpine is proud to have you!
The Blevins Family