Fighting My Way Through: Tri4Dani

Me then, Me now!

I never thought of myself as a fighter. Someone who needed to fight for what she really wanted or needed. Things in my life were never that difficult. No, I haven't led a charmed life. haha, no way, but things just never seemed too hard to obtain or get through.
Until April 22, 2010! That day, I became a fighter. I fight now for my life. I fight for day to day normalcy. I fight to feel "normal".
April 22 I was diagnosed with Colon Cancer. After weeks of waiting, and testing, we found out I am in stage IV. Statistically speaking the prognosis for this isn't good.
So here I am, writing this new blog as a way to journal, vent, remember, heal, and share. Whether you just want to stay with me on this journey, or are looking for healing yourself please feel free to read my posts and make comments.
May God's blessings be with you always!
Dani

Books we've read together or are reading(me and my Littleman)

Lewis and Clark; Hands on Art & English Activities by Sharon Jeffus
Going West: Journey on a Wagon Train to Settle a Frontier Town by, Carol A. Johmann and Elizabeth J. Rieth
Seaman:The Dog who Explored the West With Lewis and Clark by, Gail Langer Karwoski
The Adventures of Munford (Munford meets Lewis and Clark) by Jamie Aramini
The Book of Mormon
KJV; Bible
Charlottes Web; E.B. White
The Lemonade War
Thomas Edison, a young inventor
Little Britches: Father and I were Ranchers by Ralph Moody
George Brown Class Clown: Case of the Tighty Whities
George Brown Class Clown: Wet N Wild
The Last of the Really Great Wangdoodles

The House That Built Me, song by Miranda Lamburt.

I love it.

And the picture above is one of the house that built ME. The back is an addition done by current owners, and there used to be a closed in porch where deck is now, but the basic body of the house is the same.

If I could come in ,

I'll leave,

Won't take nothin but a memory.

From the house that built me.

My mom raised us in this house,

My Dad picked us up and brought us home to this house,

My grandparents visited every Christmas Eve at this house,

My Granny came in spring to help plant flowers at this house,

We mowed the lawn,

played in the lawn,

Kept a horse in backyard,

Tried growing a garden,

Hung a hammock between some trees,

Slept on hot summer nights in the hallway upstairs to get the

best the whirring fan had to offer.

Until my Dad sent me this picture I really hadn't

given much thought to all the memories I have from this

house that built me. Now I think about them everytime I

hear the Miranda Lamburt song.

What house built you?

Or what memories built you?

Fighting My Way Through

Me and My Family

27 January, 2014

Tri4Dani

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