Day 3? =D

Hey readers! I'm so sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been visiting friends, and such, so I haven't been able to use a computer. Now, back to my life. Well, I'm sure I've told you that I had to move out of my house and live with friends because since my uncle (my dads brother) is visiting, he's been using my room. :) LOL. So, now I'm sleeping on the couch...comfortable, I know. Haha.

This morning my dad went to see the doctor and get a check up. The results we'rent what we were hoping for...the brace is permanent. He won't be able to ever take it off, except when he's sleeping. Thats the bright side. For me anyways. One of my favorite things to say, no matter the situation is - There's an upside to every downside! And in this case, I still find that to be true. Even though Dad has to wear that brace forever, he can still take it off to sleep!

This is rather a random comment, but...I thought I should share it with ya. One of the movies I was watching the other day had a line in it that "inspired me" Over all what the person was saying was "we all loose the people we love, its going to happen, and there's no way to stop it. But, I'm not going to loose you, not now...not yet." I guess every once in a while, it helps to stop and say this to myself...For some odd reason I find it comforting to talk to myself...yup...I'm a weirdy!

So tell me guys, what are some downsides in your life, and what are the upsides to those downsides??

Day 2 part 2

My parents returned to the house about an hour ago after looking for a comfortable recliner chair for my dad. That was interesting. They were gone for about two hours. Although, I have to say, the chair looks awesome, and so does the new arangment of our family room :). My dog is currently curled up on the floor staring at me with big curious eyes...cutie!

Well in any case...here's a little assignment for you...

If you could come up with 1-5 questions you'd like to ask either me or my dad, we will answer them and post them here. Sound like a plan? You can ask anything you want, anything you would like answered...

Just post it as a comment under this post, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Day Two

Well, yesturday I posted a reaallly long...post...haha. In any case, I didn't get to finish. My last question was "what am I afraid of?"
I'm currently camping out in my living room, because there wasn't enough space else where. While lying there on the couch, bundled up in blankets, staring at the Christmas tree, I realized...What I'm really afraid of is not my dad dying, our money situation, or anything like that. What I'm really afraid of is change. I know it sounds a little weird, but if you think about it, it makes sense.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm used to this life, right now. I'm used to coming home and seeing my dad sitting there, on the couch, waiting for us...If that goes away, there is no order, nothing that I'm completly sure of...

I'm pretty sure I'll be back on later, but I just wanted to get that off my mind. Or, I just wanted to write it so I wouldn't forget... :D

Once again, Please comment, I love hearing from you

feel free to email me at marykay1225@gmail.com

Day One - Christmas

Hello Readers! :)

I'm sure you know this, but if you don't, my name is Mary Kay. First of all I'm a teenage girl with quite a complicated life. I was adopted when I was just a baby. My adoption story is a miracle, and a whole different story of God's grace. So first I should tell you about the whole reason for creating this blog. My dad, at the age of 69 has cancer. He developed it about a year ago, in May, right after school started. It started out as lung cancer, which scared me and my whole family. Nothing to big at first, just a couple rounds of radiation and chemo, and after that - surgery. He was in the hospital for about 5 days, then he was allowed to come home. Recovery was...not to difficult. He was back to his old self in no time. He came back to teach at my school (at this time I was in the 7th grade) and did quite well at that. Everything was going smoothly until a month before school started, then he went in for another MRI. We waited eagerly for the results. They were not what we were hoping for. He had developed liver and bone cancer. The bone cancer was in his upper and lower spine. Once again, we began the process of chemo and radiation. Everything was going just fine...but...he was slowly becoming paralyzed. He went to the hospital and a brace was put on him to relieve the pressure that the tumor was putting on his spine. And that's pretty much where I am now. Watching my dad try to recover. I don't know. He...he's changed. Not in a bad way, but I can tell that he's changed. Some times...I just have to question myself - what am I afraid of? At first I thought it was the fear of death. But then I realized we're all going to die someday. So here I sit wondering to this day, What am I afraid of?

I'm sure teens around the world struggle with many problems. These are just one of the many struggles I have to deal with, and many girls and boys have to deal with. It's also times like these when I sit and wonder - what am I complaining about? Many other people have much bigger problems than I do! It's not like I'm being deprived of my childhood, because that's not true at all.

So tell me, what do you think? Do I have a right to feel sorry for myself? Why