Monday, February 15, 2010

bittersweet life.....

A baby was born on February 12.
A beautiful girl with big dark eyes and lots of dark brown hair. Her middle name is the same as mine..
She is my fourth grandchild. It is hard to believe that my sweet daughter has two babies of her own now. It was one of those days that I wanted to pick up the phone and call Mom.. That doesn't happen often anymore- but it still happens.

Mother and baby are doing well.

On Valentine's day I received word that my only brother- Mom's oldest child- passed away unexpectedly... He was only 54.

I have so many regrets. So many things that I wish I could go back and change. He and I let time, space, and other people come between us. I can't tell you how many times I thought of him in the last two weeks- yet I didn't pick up the phone and call him. Oh how I wish I could turn back the clock...

Rest in peace my Brother...

Welcome to the world precious Grandaughter....


Blogger Alena said...

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(written September of 2005) I have learned much in the last nine months. I have read that ovarian cancer whispers. I say it screams. It just needs someone to listen. The American Cancer Society statistics for ovarian cancer estimate that there will be 22,220 new cases and 16,210 deaths in 2005. This is a death rate FOUR TIMES that of breast cancer.Almost 70 percent of women with the common epithelial ovarian cancer are not diagnosed until the disease is advanced in stage. The 5-year survival rate for these women is only 15 to 20 percent. This is unacceptable. Women need to be made more aware of the symptoms, and doctors need to listen to their patients. Especially when the patient tells them that they fear they have ovca, as my mother did for almost a year before she was finally diagnosed. It’s so sad and senseless when a woman knows the symptoms but can’t get anyone to listen to what she is saying.