Thanksgiving

This year I'm thankful for my health, considering all the stress my life has been under these last six months, the Crohns has stayed under control. Not an easy feat!
I'm also thankful for my family and friends. They make my life better for having them in it.

Wishing everyone who celebrates a very Happy Thanksgiving.

Superman or should I say Superwoman?

Over the years friends have called me Superwoman. Funny thing is – I don’t feel like superwoman. I feel like a mom, wife, and daughter who does whatever it takes to survive.

Currently I’m working two full time jobs and holding my writing career down. The two jobs are only temporary…just to get through the holidays and put away some money for my daughter’s wedding next year.

The last time I worked this hard was just before I was diagnosed with Crohns. The positive side of this time is I know my limits. I know the signs to look for when I’m getting sick. I’m not superwoman by any stretch of the imagination, just someone who does what needs to be done.

Again, I’m thankful for the ability to be healthy enough to work two jobs and continue writing.

The Shoes

I’m a huge fan of the ID channel. One day I’d like to write True Crime and I do incorporate suspense in some of my novels.

Today while I was watching a show it started off with the family member seeing a murder on the news and seeing the victim’s shoes.

She repeated the words, “The Shoes.”

It brought a chilling memory back; you see I had an experience with The Shoes. About ten years ago one of my daughters almost died.

It was a beautiful Sunday. I took my youngest out for soft serve ice cream, as we pulled up in front of our house there were three police officers walking around my house, looking in windows and trying doors.

The first thought is my son and his friends. When I had left they were walking the streets and teen boys were mischievous. Much to my surprise it wasn’t about him. They asked me if I had a daughter B. I said I did. They immediately tell me I have to follow them.

My heart pounded in my chest. I begged them to tell me why. What was going on? Was she okay? They said NOTHING. Just that I needed to follow them.

Now mind you, what mother could drive in that condition? Somehow I managed to follow them. We drove to a house next to a parking lot. There were many cars, an ambulance and a bunch of police cars. Now my little one, who is only 5, is in the backseat. She has no clue what is taking place.

A mother I knew came running over to the car, crying and saying she’s sorry.

I can’t fathom what she’s sorry about. I look to the ambulance, they’re putting someone on a stretcher inside the back and then I see – The Shoes.

I jump out of the car and order the mother to sit with L. I run over to the ambulance screaming, “Is she alive? Is she alive?”

A cop pulls me aside and tells me she’s alive, but that she hadn’t been a few minutes ago.

I’m a mess. I find out her and a few friends decided to drink some vodka. They were fourteen years old. She overdosed on alcohol. The medics were able to revive her and at the hospital they pumped her stomach. They filled her with IV fluids and released her the next day. She doesn’t remember anything and she doesn’t feel any side effects. If you’re a parent you know the next day my first thoughts were she should feel hung over! After what she’d done she should have some pain. She didn’t.

I relive that day over and over. I still see The Shoes.

As Thanksgiving approaches I know I’m very thankful for the medics who were quick to respond and save my daughter.

What are you thankful for?

Thank You All