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.