Saturday, August 16, 2008
Ravelympics
If you weren't already convinced that my sanity is zapped, I offer this proof for your consideration:
I've joined the Ravelympics on Ravelry.
Now, lest you think I've really and truly lost it, let's read that sentence again. I've joined it. Realistic hope of finishing said project does not figure anywhere into it! I'm making a (very easy) fair isle vest for my youngest. It was meant as pure therapy, and a diversion from all that is going on in my life (see previous post), and I do feel some guilt that I put aside my mom's afghan to do it. However, dealing with my mom's situation (a daily barrage of phone calls with doctors, social workers, family/friends needing updates, and 100 mile (round-trip) trips to see her roughly 3-4 times per week), I wanted to work on something that didn't have all that attached to it, so I could "escape" just a little. That strategy isn't working out so well, but I'm making a Gold Medal Effort!
I've joined the Ravelympics on Ravelry.
Now, lest you think I've really and truly lost it, let's read that sentence again. I've joined it. Realistic hope of finishing said project does not figure anywhere into it! I'm making a (very easy) fair isle vest for my youngest. It was meant as pure therapy, and a diversion from all that is going on in my life (see previous post), and I do feel some guilt that I put aside my mom's afghan to do it. However, dealing with my mom's situation (a daily barrage of phone calls with doctors, social workers, family/friends needing updates, and 100 mile (round-trip) trips to see her roughly 3-4 times per week), I wanted to work on something that didn't have all that attached to it, so I could "escape" just a little. That strategy isn't working out so well, but I'm making a Gold Medal Effort!
Labels: cancer, mom, ravelry, ravelympics
Friday, August 15, 2008
The Year of Personal Transformation
I know I've let my blogging go by the wayside a bit. Which is odd, since I do a fair amount of freelance writing. Like my knitting, writing serves as therapy when Life's Little Moments descend. This year has had an exceptional number of them:
In February, my oldest (whom you may remember as the Little Red Scarf Dude), was diagnosed with epilepsy. This is in addition to auto-immune Type 1 diabetes. So far, we've been incredibly blessed. He had the two initial seizures, and has been seizure free since then, though he does suffer from migraines from time to time now.
In June, my beloved little LYS where I had worked and taught for just over four years closed its doors. It was bittersweet - sad because I loved it so; happy because the owner is off to bigger and better things in her life.
I've had to weather a few personal crises as well, the least of which was an abnormal mammogram (which eventually was biopsied, and is nothing of concern).
Then, last month, just when I thought maaaaaaaybe there'd be a pause for breath, my mom was diagnosed with cancer, and the prognosis currently does not look good at all.
Despite all of this, or more accurately, because of it all, I feel incredibly blessed. God has surrounded me with wonderful, supportive, loving people. He's given me the strength and tenacity to deal with it all. And I have this wonderful craft that allows me to process Life through this incredible therapeutic filter.
In February, my oldest (whom you may remember as the Little Red Scarf Dude), was diagnosed with epilepsy. This is in addition to auto-immune Type 1 diabetes. So far, we've been incredibly blessed. He had the two initial seizures, and has been seizure free since then, though he does suffer from migraines from time to time now.
In June, my beloved little LYS where I had worked and taught for just over four years closed its doors. It was bittersweet - sad because I loved it so; happy because the owner is off to bigger and better things in her life.
I've had to weather a few personal crises as well, the least of which was an abnormal mammogram (which eventually was biopsied, and is nothing of concern).
Then, last month, just when I thought maaaaaaaybe there'd be a pause for breath, my mom was diagnosed with cancer, and the prognosis currently does not look good at all.
Despite all of this, or more accurately, because of it all, I feel incredibly blessed. God has surrounded me with wonderful, supportive, loving people. He's given me the strength and tenacity to deal with it all. And I have this wonderful craft that allows me to process Life through this incredible therapeutic filter.
Labels: cancer, craft, epilepsy, life, love, therapy
