Stand up and Honor !

Stand up and Honor !

Pardon Me While I Get Up on My Soap Box

We weathered (HA) the Storm of the Century just fine here in Aberdeen.  We didn’t even lose power.  I attribute that to the fact that we spent the entire day before planning for the storm by taking everything out of our basement in preparation for the flooding that might occur if we lost power.  The lights didn’t even flicker.

My heart goes out to those who lost so much in the storm.  Wide spread devastation breaks my heart.  But I have a bone to pick with the national news that has covered the storm.  Devastation was NOT limited to New Jersey and New York.  Parts of Delaware, Maryland and the Eastern Shore of Virginia were deeply affected by this storm.  Entire communities on the Eastern Shore of VA were wiped out.  W-I-P-E-D out.  As in, there no more.  As in gone.  The beach at Assateague Island – gone.  I’m so saddened by this.  That was MY beach.  That was the beach where I took my grandkids.  Where I sat with my sister for hours watching the waves.  Where we walked and picked up sea shells.  Where we could watch the ponies.  It’s gone.  I’m not just talking about a board walk or stores – I mean the BEACH is gone.  Washed away.

The entire island of Chincoteague was under water.  Multiple businesses have been affected.  Saxis?  devastated.  Guard Beach?  Gone.  Nothing but a bar of rocks in Atlantic now.  Thousands of men dedicated to working the water their entire lives have been devastated by this storm – their boats ruined, their fishing gear and crab traps washed to sea.  Elderly were trapped in their homes and were not saved.  And no help from the federal government.  I’m sickened and saddened by what has happened to those close to me.

My family comes from the Eastern Shore of Virginia.  We have a vacation home there.  I have family there.  I have friends there.  And I’m screaming because no one is coming to help them.  But you know what, they are banding together as a community – activating the word through the wonder that is social media, through word of mouth, and through close-knit communities.  They are pulling together to help themselves.  People are donating time, money, equipment, physical labor, clothing, food – you name it, they need it.  And this makes my heart smile.

We Eastern Shormen have always been a hardy bunch.  People have lived on the Eastern Shore of VA since the 1600s.  I know, because I trace my family back that far.  You can’t wipe us out that easily.

It will come back.  Stronger this time.  You can’t put a shoreman down.

And just maybe, when you are contemplating having some oysters on the half shell for your holiday noms, they might be a hell of a lot harder to find this year.  Because the people of the Shore are too busy putting their lives back together by themselves.

Quick Update

Hmmm…sounds as if I’m repeating myself.

I’m making most of my posts over at my cancer blog but I will update here really quick.

Surgery recovery has been progressing but slow.  I tire easily.

Cancer was evident in the Lymph Nodes, of which 17 of 19 were removed in my pelvic area.  Further tests indicate, as of today, that they GOT THAT BITCH and I am in REMISSION BABY!

I start chemo Monday (well, ho-freaking-ray), one week prior to my 40th birthday.  I’ll have three chemo cycles, followed by a cycle of radiation (um 5 weeks of radiation – once a day, every day- ouch), and then three more cycles of chemo.

But I’m in remission, and that’s all I give a damn about.  Go me!

Updates are a Helpful Thing

So, in reference to my last post, the baby did in fact arrive on August 6th, and about 10:20pm. She was 7lbs, 12.5 oz, and gorgeous.  Her name is Alani.  Her big sister Braelyn is still not sure about this whole “sister” thing.  Grammie is in love.  Jessica had a very rough labor and delivery which ended in an emergency c-section and her being under general anesthesia.  Alani was sunny-side-up and stuck.  Mamma and baby are both doing wonderfully now and Jess says Alani is a very good baby.

Class finished up last week.  I got my final back and managed to get an A.  Hallelujah.  Stats is over.  Yay.

Surgery is scheduled for the 22nd.  More about that on my other blog (see link below).

Sweet Sweet Number Nine

Jessica is at the hospital and Baby A is on her way!

New Blog

I’m documenting my cancer adventures over at  C’mon over.

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