In the Waiting Room

I feel like I have been
in the waiting room
for awhile now.

I have been waiting
to go to the Seattle MS clinic
for my appointment to
FINALLY
see the neurologist and
get some answers.

My waiting ends this Thursday.

September 2

I have been on a roller coaster of emotions.
So don't hang around me in the
next day or so before my appointment
or I may end up in a pile of tears
then to laughter
and then back to tears,
a couple times through the conversation!

Not sure what I
should feel, so I have
been trying them all out.

Sigh...
just filling
you in for those who
wondered if anything happened
from my lack of blogging...

Nope...just in the waiting room.

Jelly Bellies

Early this morning...

way before I would of liked to awaken....
I was greeted to a charly horse cramp in my left leg
accompanied with electric pulses shooting up it.

Shortly after I received
a numb left ring finger and pinky with some buzzing.

Next, a feeling like somebodies finger was jabbing the top of my left eye.

Yesterday it was a numb tongue and side of face and fingers that would tremor when I typed.

It's like all like eating a
bag of Jelly Bellies...



You never know what you are going to get
and some are worse than others.

Except I think I am eating the Harry Potter ones...
as they aren't too pleasant.

Finally Made It

Finally 10 years later.
Matt and I return to visit my grandma in
Cardston, Alberta.

Also where 13 years ago two crazy kids were married.

For Forever and Always...

I remember growing up each summer and
driving the 12 plus hours to visit my Grandma and Grandpa.

We would arrive most often at night.... blurry eyed and half asleep...we then would be welcomed after what seems like days of farm land, shining brighter
than would ever seem possible
amongst the black of the night....
the temple.
It was a welcomed visitor in the black night
a piece of heaven just glowing with all it's might.

And it meant you had
finally made it.


Now years later as I drive my children in what seems like days of farmland and remember how I used to feel the first time seeing the temple each time I came, and being able to watch them experience that now too...these are now the
moments I cherish.



Now as I am older it has become more to me than just a symbol of beauty and majesty.
The temple especially now is both literally and spiritually
my bright spot in my darkness.