Mishmash :-)

Nothing much going on today. Willard's gone hunting over at Weldon's. I'm hoping he gets a deer today. After all it's getting late in the season, and he's not got one this year. And I have no idea at all where David is. David has always been a secretive person, and I guess he will always be that way. He doesn't want mama and daddy to know where he goes. And after all he is 25 and older enough to live his own life. So mom and dad are, left in the dark about his whereabouts. We raised him the best we could. We saw that he went to church. We saw that he knew right from wrong. So all we can do now is leave it in God's hands.
I'm feeling tired already from my chemo. I wanted to go sew some on my quilt, but I just don't feel like. I am so glad that I did finish the quilt for Kay. Willard took it to her, he said she really liked it. She called to let me know that she had it on her couch with the matching pillow. Kay and Weldon both have done so much for me and Willard, there is no way that we could ever repay them.
I'm trying to decide what I want to do about the power port. My doctor said it would be in at least a year, but she would like to leave it in permanently. Well I have a whole year to decide, so hopefully the Lord will let me know by then what to do.
I'm putting a picture on of the quilt I made for Kay. Believe me it was made with a lot of love.
Until next time God bless and God save.

Changing chemo not a good option

Here's just a few pictures I took on the way to, and at Chapel Hill. I'm already feel a little sick tonight. The doctor talked to me in detail about the numbness in my hands today. She said she could take me off of the chemo that was causing it. The details were that if she did change the chemo, the only other chemo most likely would not work nearly as well as the one I'm on. She explained that the numbness may go away after a while when my chemo's are finished, or it may be permanent . I told her to not change anything. I'm leaving it in God's capable hands.
Well that's all I feel like tonight. It's been a really long day. Gonna go to bed and get some zzzz's. Willard has been snoring a couple of hours now. He deserves it, it's been three time worse on him than me. Sometimes his to do list is much too long. Please say prayers for him.
Until next time, God bless and God save.

Look what God has made

Setting here, drinking coffee, looking out at the snow, and what comes to my mind is, look what God has made. The view from my back door is just stunning. Anyone who cannot see the hand of God in this, just is not looking for God at all.
Although, it's going to be rough getting to Chapel Hill in the morning. Willard and I normally leave around 5:30, most likely will have to leave about 430 in the morning to be there on time.
Please keep us in prayer as we make the trip.
Until next time God bless and God save.

Well, it's Christmas Day, mostly all the presents are opened and all the paper wrappings are in the trash. Children are playing with their new toys, I know there's a few men watching football. And most women are cleaning their kitchen from the Christmas dinner that was cooked.

And now we look forward to the new year. Wondering what the new year holds for each one of us. We also reflect on the past. Those that are not with us this year at Christmas. It brings some sadness to our hearts. But as they say, life goes on. As we look into the new year, I'd like to wish each and every one of you a happy new year. May God bless each of us with blessings only He can provide.
As promised, here's a couple of pictures of Kenny and family, his boys sure have grown since the last time I saw them.
Until next time God bless and God save.

OK, today's been a pretty nice day. My oldest son Kenneth and his family came over. Bobby and his family came with Donald. Bobby's wife Kim cooked a very large dinner of ham, turkey, potatoes salad, string beans and lots more. It was a very delicious meal. We enjoyed the visit. Willard and I opened our Christmas presents this afternoon. In fact I am using one of the Christmas present now. Willard got me a Dragon naturally speaking software program, of which I'm using to dictate this blog.

I took some pictures today of Kenneth and his family. I will try to remember to put them on tomorrow. As for now I want to wish each and every one of you a very Merry Christmas. Hoping that you receive all that you want but mostly joy and love.

Until next time God bless and God save.

With Christmas so close, I dwell on the reason Christ came. He came to give His life that we may have eternal life. Here's a poem I wrote a few years ago. Try to imagine.

Can you imagine
Standing in the very place, where Jesus was crucified.
Standing atop the very hill, where our precious Savior died.
Seeing the wreath of thorns, that they called a crown.
Seeing His forehead bleed as hard, they pushed it down.
Seeing the blood of Christ, as it soaked into the ground.
Hearing the people scoff at Him, no sympathy to be found.
Looking at His mother as tears streams from her eyes.
I love you so very much my son, she whispers as He dies.
To hear our precious Savior speak, as He said, it is done.
To see His face at that moment, for victory had been won.
To be there as the earth shook, feel the wind as it blew.
To see the glory of God as He ended the old, and started anew.
Hear as they say, no bones needed broken, this man’s already dead.
So they took a spear and stabbed our Savior in His side instead.
They say He was hard to recognize, for He was wounded so.
Some man Gave his own tomb where His body could go.
Can you imagine, standing in the empty tomb that day.
When the Angels said He is risen He’s not where he lay.
Can you imagine standing in Heaven and looking in His face.
Knowing that if not for Him, there would be no saving grace.
Glory to His name Glory to His name Glory to His name.
Imagine being in Heaven singing Glory to His name.
Written by Joan Glover

Until next time God bless and God save

Ok, So here's a question for you all. I'd really would like some impute on this. We Christians have all heard about the thorn in the flesh that Paul had. I was reading in Galatians this morning, and this verse just jumped out at me.
Galatians 6:17=From henceforth let no man trouble me: for I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus.

My question is this. Could the thorn in the flesh that Paul had, have been stigmata ? I've heard many people bleed from their hands, feet, and forehead. Even from their eyes at times with it. Could Paul have been displaying the same bloody marks that Jesus had at His Crucifixion. Could Jesus have given this to Paul as a sign to all, in order to help Paul in His ministry?

Stigmata
Marks resembling the wounds of the crucified Christ that appear inexplicably on the limbs and body of certain sensitive individuals, especially Christian mystics. The most common stigmata are marks on a person's hands and feet resembling piercing with nails, sometimes accompanied by bleeding. Other stigmata include the weals of scourging, wounds on the shoulder and side, the bruising of the wrists (where Christ was bound with cords), and marks on the mouth (paralleling the effect of the sponge soaked in vinegar). The most dangerous stigma is the Ferita or heart wound, which under normal circumstances can cause death.
There have been hundreds of cases of stigmata over the last two thousand years, many of them on the bodies of women. In spite of some actual or suspected frauds, most of these cases seem genuine, and some individuals bearing stigmata have been canonized.

Until next time God bless and God save.

OK, Bible fulfilling prophecy day after day coming to our TV's our newspapers. So do you still think you have all the time in the world to except Christ as Savior? You need to think about it!

2010's world gone wild: Quakes, floods, blizzards
By SETH BORENSTEIN and JULIE REED BELL Associated Press The Associated Press
Sunday, December 19, 2010 11:26 AM EST

This was the year the Earth struck back.
Earthquakes, heat waves, floods, volcanoes, super typhoons, blizzards, landslides and droughts killed at least a quarter million people in 2010 — the deadliest year in more than a generation. More people were killed worldwide by natural disasters this year than have been killed in terrorism attacks in the past 40 years combined.
"It just seemed like it was back-to-back and it came in waves," said Craig Fugate, who heads the U.S. Federal Emergency Management Agency. It handled a record number of disasters in 2010.
"The term '100-year event' really lost its meaning this year."

This does not reflect the wars and all the men who have lost their lives this year fighting them.

Until next time God bless and God save.

I am persuaded also

Paul wrote in Romans 8: 38 and 39 this,
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
Romans 8:39
Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

I also am persuaded of this. Jesus said in John 6:39
And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath GIVEN me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day.

Jesus is holding on to us, and He will not let go. It's us that wonder away from Christ. And even when we drift away, He still has a tight grip on us.

You know, satan ''is'' an angel. But he wanted to be worshiped as God, so he left Heaven with the other angels that had turned their back on God. There is a hell that was created especially for satan and his followers.

We as human beings have to make up our minds who side we are on. You can't sit back and be neutral on this! It's either Jesus or satan. I hope you will decide Jesus on this very important decision in your life. And I do too, hope you will do it quickly. We don't know the day nor hour that Jesus is coming back for His saints. It may be before you even finish reading this blog. Thank about it, please.

Until next time God bless and God save.

My sister in law Janice, had a cat scan Monday. The scan showed only a small, almost undetectable cancerous tumor left. From all the cancer she had in her body, to say she has one small tumor left is so great. Janice has been through so much fighting her fight with cancer and she and the Lord is winning. But don't stop those prayers, she still need all the prayers she can get. Thank you all for being a part of this miracle, with your prayers and your good wishes. God bless you all.

Until next time God bless and God save.

Willard and I had a good Thanksgiving. He went over to Weldon's and fixed us a plate, which I enjoyed. Kay is an excellent cook. Every mouth full was just so good. When we got finished all we did was through the plates in the trash and sit back and enjoy ourselves. Thanks Weldon and Kay for the food and the love.

Well, when I went to see Dr. Varia last week about the radiation, he said no to it. Thank God for that. He said that I had been messed up to much already by the last time they did it. He said only in a life or death situation, would he even think about putting me through it. He did seem rather surprised that the radiation from before had done so much damage. He was full of apologies. All the apologies in the world can not make me normal again. I have problems that will last my lifetime. There's no reversing burnt and scared tissue and organs that were damaged. But life is life and we all learn to live with things. Holding on to the edge of the Lord's garment is a habit to me by now. Knowing that with Him we can all make it through, keeps me in a joyous mood all the time. Knowing that we can count on Him, makes life better. And the joy of knowing, when we leave this earthly life, we will be in His presents. All I know to say is hallelujah.

Until next time God bless and God save.

Thanksgiving brings back so many memories of the past. Family and friends from by gone years. Here's a poem that I wrote so few years ago ab out some of my family members. Hope you enjoy. God bless and God save.

Family Pictures
Written by Joan Glover
Looking over family pictures and at peace I come to be.
As I look at the faces of the ones who mean so much to me.Each face brings back a memory of what once use to be.
Of those now much older, of those from life set free.
I look at the one of my mother and a tear forms in my eye.
As I remember how I miss her, trying so hard not to cry.
I know she was a Christian, and I’ll see her again by and by.
Until then I have her picture to look upon with a sigh.
Here’s the one of my children so many years ago.
All lined up like stair steps and standing straight in a row.
Knobby knees and bony arms and smiles that would glow.
When did they grown into the adults that I now know.
And granny and grandpa, the picture was taken at their farm.
You can see crops in the background and all seemed so calm.
Grandpa, now he’d never smile, standing stiff with folded arm.
By his side stood my sweet granny with all her gentle charm.
Here’s the one of my stepfather, Jerry Koonce was his name.
He treated me as his own child and loved us all the same.
He was there to push the swing or play the baseball game.
He was all the dad us children wanted, he needed no other fame.
Oh and here’s one of me so many years of sunshine and rain.
Before housework, motherhood and just all the daily strain.
And some would say they’d want to go back and be that young again.
But me, I’m happy with my life. I have no more to gain.
There someone else except I’ve no picture that I can view.
I have a description, maybe you’ve heard of Him too.
The description is in the Bible the books we all knew
Matthew, Mark, Luke, John and Romans are a few.
They say He died a young man at the age of thirty-three.
And the reason of His dieing was to save you and me.
I believed and received Him and He set my soul free.
And even with no picture, He’s still a dear friend to me.
His name is wonderful, counselor, a Savior to us all.
He gives me peace and comfort when on my knees I Fall.
And He’s always there for me no matter the times I call.
I only know this wonderful man, Jesus is my all in all.

I got the most wonderful surprise today. Golden Years Nursing Home brought me a box full of goodies, plus a ham. I have been so very blessed to me cared for my so many wonderful people. When things get down, it's the people that go over and above being just neighborly. It's the people that seem to come out of the woodwork to do something nice for you. Like Joyce and JC who are there for any need, even though they themselves have many troubles of their own. And Weldon and Kay who continually bring us meals to eat. Including yesterday, with BBQ pork, and some delicious turnips, beans, bake sweet potatoes and corn bread.

And now Golden Years blessing us with their generosity. The Lord has really blessed us this year. I just hope when I get better, I'll be able to help others as I have been helped this year. I want to say a very heart felt think you to all these wonderful people.

Until next time God bless and God save.

Yesterday I was getting to feel as if the walls were closing in on me, so I asked Willard if maybe we could go take Kay and Weldon their dishes back, from that wonderful meal of steak and vegetables they had brought earlier in the week. He agreed it would be a nice outing, so we gathered up the dishes and went for a visit. It was a great visit. In fact I don't remember ever feeling so welcomed anywhere else. Their home was decorated for Christmas, since her son Donald and his family were coming for Thanksgiving, and not for Christmas this year. There were Christmas tree(s) brightly lit, with beautiful ornaments hanging from every branch. Kay has her back sitting room, decorated in red and white. With a red checked table cloth on her dinning room table that she has moved there from the kitchen. The Christmas tree was white with decorated lights glowing. It seemed almost like a magical place. I know there was much love in every placement of every wreath, every decoration in the house. For those few minutes we were there, it was Christmas. Weldon and Kay both are such great people. There is no pretence in them. They both are what we all as human beings should be. Hard working, God fearing, honest, loving, kind people. Who have a love and respect for all mankind. As I have said about them many time before. You can see the light of the Lord shining brightly in them. Thank you Weldon and Kay for a wonderful visit. It really did make my day so nice.

Well today's my first radiation treatment, wish me luck.

Until next time God bless and God save.

OK, so the cold that Willard caught from UNC hospital, I also caught. Not only was my body being pounded by the chemo, I also now have to fight off a cold. I went to Dr Vyas's office, got two shots in the rear, a treatment for my lungs, X-rays and tested for strep throat and mono. Saying I didn't feel like even lifting my head up would be an understatement. Later yesterday afternoon, I did start feeling some better, so Willard and I hatched up a plan to get some BBQ and slaw from Smithfields BBQ restaurant and make sand witches for supper. WELL! Willard said something about the slaw not tasting right. I thought it tasted alright so we kept eating our sand witches. About an hour later Willard wasn't feeling to well and I was heaving and vomiting, which lasted until about two o'clock this morning.

I'm not feeling in the prime still this morning. I think it'a be a long time before we go back there, or eat BBQ for that matter.

Until next time, God bless and God save

And God please help my children. ALL OF THEM.

To tell the truth, I'm not doing so well this time. Dr. Gehrig said that it was expected, and not to worry. She said it would take longer each time to recover. I start radiation Monday, which will also zap even more energy from me. Sounds like real fun, yea right!

Willard is real sick with a cold. all that green stuff coming out of his lungs and sinus. He not much able to do for himself, much less me. But somehow he's finding the energy to do the things he has to.

Pray for us both if you will.

Until next time God bless and God save.

Well it seems that after Dr. Gehrig told me I could not have any more radiation, that she thinks it necessary that I do have it. I didn't ask why. Although I did ask her if it was positively necessary. Her answer was yes it was. You know, I guess human nation is, sometimes just not wanting to know. I'm there, I just don't want to know. I prefer just leaving it in God's hands. Oh I know that some of you would say it was cowardice, and not wanting to hear bad news, I'd have to say to that, you may be right. But one verse in the Bible keeps coming to my mind, as I ponder over this. ''Lord I believe, help me with my unbelief.'' But all in all, I do trust God with all that I have, all that I am. There's nothing that He doesn't know about me. He knows I'm not perfect. He knows that at times my faith is weak. and He knows when it's strong. He knows the most enter most depths of my heart, because He has searched it. Just as He searches all mankind's hearts. Some people may be able to fool the people around them. But you can't fool God.

Until next time God bless and God save.

As I write this, I’m sitting up here in Chapel Hill getting my treatment. The nurse “”Judy”” has already started the IV in my port, and has got the medicine for nausea running. Willard is sitting in a chair right beside me and is watching a hunting program on TV. He‘s settled in for the long day ahead. There are patients entering about every fifteen minutes.
I’m at home as I write the rest of this. After Judy gave me the benedril, I wasn’t much good for anything
A short while after I put my PG up came a woman in her late twenties or early thirties. The woman was so very thin. I could see every bone as it moved with what little muscle and skin she had left on her body. I saw as her nurse talked to her about her blood test. How there was no way they could do any treatment today. I watched as tears ran down this woman’s face, as she explained, if she missed any more treatments her tumors would not get any smaller. Her nurse told her she’d go talk to her doctor. When the nurse left I struck up a conversation with her and, Of course I brought Jesus up. To my delight I found out that she was a Christian and had much faith in the will of God. She told me her story a very sad one indeed. Her name is Kathy, she has a son sixteen and a daughter seventeen . Then she said “”I had a husband, but he couldn't’t take living with the every day reminder of cancer, so he left.””. She explain the he had moved on with his life and was engaged to be married. He came in the room with the two children for a few minutes. This left. Her sitting there all alone, with no one beside her broke my heart. Everyone else had someone sitting beside them, she was the only one which sat all alone.
As I listened to her tell her story, my heart broke for her. She really doesn’t have a good percent rate of being cured. But she sat there living her faith, convinced that God will cure her. I pray with all my heart that He will make her completely whole once more. After a while her nurse came in with two units of blood. She started Kathy’s IV’s and explained to her once more, that there would be no treatment today.
It’s hard to sit and watch that kind of disappointment as it writes it’s self all over someone’s face. After that she ask to be moved to a more private place. I can’t be sure, but I think she didn’t want anyone to see her cry.
Now I ask each of you this favor. Say a prayer for Kathy right now. You and I may not know her, But God does. And He will hear your prayers and ours. So please!
Until next time God bless and God save.

Kissed by a boy named Lard

I got my first kiss from a boy called Lard. That wasn't his real name, in fact I never knew his real name. My sister Jean may know it, because she and her boyfriend and future husband Tommy, were his friends. Now my sister may get just a little upset with me for this one. You see we lived in an age that all this sexual stuff wasn't even heard of. We lived in the age that even a kiss was something for the mother's to open their lips in horror if found out. Well to continue on with the story. Jean and her friends would often get together for a little game of spin the bottle. And since grand mama Moore, didn't want Jean going off by herself. Grand mama would always make Jean take me along with her. Now you know, I was somewhat the devilish child. I had decided that if Jean could get a kiss, so could I. I was somewhere around ten. Jean was fourteen that was the set age for dating in the home, only house dating or with a supervisor only. Sixteen was the go out by yourself dating. So me being that evil child, blackmailed Jean in letting me play spin the bottle too. My first turn was a 6oz coke bottle. I can still see the bottle as is went round and round. I secretly wanted it to point to a neighbor boy who lived on the next block over from us. I remember his last name to be Ennis, and to remember his first name has escaped me. But I had the biggest crush on him. The bottle slowed down not even close to where he was in the circle. It stopped, as I looked up to see who was in that position. It was Lard. Oh I forgot, the best part! When you kissed you went into a closet and closed the door while the others on the outside say their oooos and aaaas. So here I go into the closet with Lard. He gave me the must wonderful kiss, ON THE CHEEK! No he didn't kiss me on the mouth he gave me the sweetest kiss on the side of my face. I thank him for preserving my innocents past that point. He was indeed the gentleman.

Until next time God bless and God save.

Hey Jean forgive me for telling. I love you.

I'd like to introduce you to my Grand Dad, Alvin Moore. I remember many times when I would sit on his lap, while the two of us would sing David Crocket. Of course I never really said David Crocket, I would sing David Ocket. You see I have a problem with any word with r in it. He use to sit for what seemed like hours trying to teach me to say Grand daddy, Of course all that would come out of my mouth would be And Daddy. I wish that he had lived long enough to hear me say it right, but he had a heart attack on the way home from work and died. I don't have any bad memories of my grand dad, all are memories of playing games, singing while sitting on his lap. I remember his smile like it were yesterday. He had a kindness about him, and a fun loving nature. I found out later in life that the fun loving nature may have come from his drinking. Many men back then would take a drink, but whether the smile come from a bottle or from his heart. I remember feeling loved.

I remember his corpse laying in the widened hallway, which was made into a sitting room. It was common back then to have the body in the homes, rather than a funeral parlor. I remember laying in bed that night, afraid of his corpse in the other room. Now whether I dreamed this or it actually happened is any one's guess. I have always truly believed it was real. I saw my grand daddy standing at the foot of my bed, with his face smiling back at me. As I saw this, the feeling came over me that he was there to say goodbye, and let me know he loved me.

It took me many years of speech therapy to say the r words. I have regretted my whole life that he never heard me say Grand Daddy. But when I get to Heaven I'm going to look him up, ''first thing'' and say hi to my grand dad.

Until next time, God bless and God save.

I've been going through a lot of bone pain the last two or three days. Plus deep muscle pain and or cramps. Dr. Gehrig's nurse Becky said it was myalgia/arthralgia, which last anywhere from three to five days. All I know is it hurts real bad. I took two darvocets and they didn't even touch it. Becky said to get some clearitin ''an allergy medication'' to take. She said that would help. Don't ask me! I just follow instructions, I took my first one this morning, so we'll see. I'm lots better this morning than any day, since Monday. This chemo really pulls a person down. I get tired real easy. I can't even imagine what Janice and Robert Scoggins must be going through with getting it weekly. Please remember to keep them in your prayers. And please let's pray for a cure to this evil disease.

Well David's daughter was born the 28th, right before twelve midnight. Her name is Renee Lynn Ruggles. No, they didn't give it David's last name. Names and all put aside, David seems to be so very proud of his little girl.

Now anyone that knows me, knows that I don't approve of what happened. But what is done is done. Here's another baby born into the world out of wed lock. I don't know if they will ever get married or not. I've put it all in the Lord's hands, for only He can straighten such a mess as this.

Until next time God bless and God save.

Sharing photos

I thought I'd just share some photos with you today.

Here's a photo of my button cap. Willard didn't care to much for this one. I think he thinks it's tacky. But gee wiz, I love tacky.

Here's the first bag of chemo, with the saline in the other bag. I should have taken another on with all the bags on it, but I was so drunk from the benadryl they gave me, I could hardly keep my eyes open.

And here Willard, being ever so patient with all of it. Getting me drinks and salad from the lunch room.

You know he's the love of my life. The dream I dreamed of. The prayer I prayed for. God really blessed me with this wonderful man. I thank God every day for him .

Until next time God bless and God save.

UGGGGGH, I'll make this short today. Willard and I left home at five thirty this morning. We got home at five o:clock this afternoon. We spent the whole day watching as six or seven '"'I lost count"" IV bags slowly dropped through the machine and into my port. I'm sick, I already feel bad. It's like I've swam the English Chanel in a day. Even though I fell this bad I know that the Lord is watching out for me.
You know it's kind of sad. If Sandra Bullock had trusted the Lord to have her back, instead of Jessie James. She would not have been disappointed.

Still praying for Robert Scoggins, Janice Moore, and all that have this evil thing called cancer.

Until next time God bless, God save, And God heal.

I was reading in Jeremiah this morning of how the people of the tribe of Judah refused to give up their idol worship, and serve God. They believed that God could not give them what the queen of heaven could. They had no faith in God whatsoever.
Jer 44:17
But we will certainly do whatsoever thing goeth forth out of our own mouth, to burn incense unto the queen of heaven, and to pour out drink offerings unto her, as we have done, we, and our fathers, our kings, and our princes, in the cities of Judah, and in the streets of Jerusalem: for then had we plenty of victuals, and were well, and saw no evil.
Jer 44:18
But since we left off to burn incense to the queen of heaven, and to pour out drink offerings unto her, we have wanted all things, and have been consumed by the sword and by the famine.
Jer 44:19
And when we burned incense to the queen of heaven, and poured out drink offerings unto her, did we make her cakes to worship her, and pour out drink offerings unto her, without our men?

Are not the people of this date and age doing the same thing? Putting worldly possessions above spiritual blessings. Most people have their hands out, waiting for the next possession to come their way. These people, whom, enough is never enough. When they get our homes over stocked with stuff, they build, buy or even rent storage buildings to keep the over flow in. Even though they have everything they need, and lots of stuff they don't need, still they're never happy.

What makes a person happy is a relationship with the Lord. Some people, especially unsaved ones, will never know the joy that is in the heart of us who have Jesus as their Lord and Savior. Jesus is all you'll ever need! He will supply all your needs.

Unless of course you're like the people in Jeremiah's time, and don't care about the spiritual, and only care about the carnal.

Oh lost world, Oh lost world, please come back to God, please come to know Jesus as your Lord and Savior. Before it's too late.

Until next time God bless and God save.

Yesterday I would finger comb my hair every once in a while, like most women do, and each time I would do it, my hand was full of hair. I woke up this morning with a pillow full of hair, and so I decided to do as Dr. Gehrig suggested I do when that happened. I went to Wal-Mart and had her use the clippers and get it as short as it would go.
Willard stood ready with the camera, and took photos as she went along clipping my hair.
It hurt to get this done, but not as bad as it was hurting seeing my hair fall out little by little.
Here's the photos. You'll notice in the last one she has a teal ribbon on that I gave her.

Until next time God bless and God save.