It’s official…Aug. 3rd it is!


Greetings, friends!

Drum roll please…

The results from the aspiration were positive! Well, negative actually… No bacteria or infection were found so we now move on to the big surgery which is scheduled for August 3rd!

Almost two years and five months since breaking my leg, we are finally ready to fix this hip and leg.

So much has happened since that fateful day in March 2014. Twenty surgeries to date; too many hospital stays to count; two wound vacs; two PICC lines; becoming disabled and much more.

While this has been a trying time to say the least, it has also been filled with many valuable lessons; new friendships; much kindness; and a whole lot of love and support. So many people have touched my heart in a very big way and my hope is that they realize how much I appreciate their kindness.


Inspiration. Hope. Kindness. That is what this blog is about and that is what I have experienced. I am inspired by the wonderful folks I have in my life. I would never give up hope. Such kindness has been shown to me. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

In an odd way, breaking my leg was a blessing in disguise as we now know that I have peripheral vascular disease and we have been able to control this. Just last week, after two years, I was able to come off the blood thinners! Progress!

I will have vascular studies again in October, and as long as the two stents still look fine and the blood is flowing, I can remain off the blood thinners.

It was scary, especially in the beginning; I went into the hospital with a broken leg, on no medications and came home with rods and screws in my leg; stents in my leg; and on several medications.

I remember asking my daughter if she would go to the store and get me one of those pill boxes. Her response was priceless when she said, “Momma, I wanted to suggest that but I didn’t want to offend you!” It was overwhelming and I did what I could to keep things organized.

So… August 3rd. That’s the day. The day when I have the hip/joint replacement and megaprothesis of the femur.

The day when I begin the journey to learn how to walk again. The day that will hopefully help me get my life back. It won’t be easy, but I am up for the challenge.

I just hope this surgery is a success and has long-lasting affects.

I am blessed that my daughter, Julie, will be with me. I always feel for her, waiting while I am in surgery. It must be difficult for her to sit there, waiting. Waiting for the doctors to come out of the operating room to let her know how surgery went.

I love you, Julie! You will always be the brightest star in my sky. Gilmore Girls for life!

Rehab will be…intense. I am up for the challenge! I plan on putting everything I have into rehab because I will get back on my feet! It may take a while, but I am a patient person…clearly!

As a dear friend of mine said, “Let’s do this!”

I have a favor to ask of you… on August 3rd, I would like  you to go out and do a random act of kindness. Respond back with a simple, “done” so I can smile, knowing on this beautiful day, we are changing lives, one random act of kindness at a time.


Please keep me and my daughter in your thoughts and prayers.

Until next time…








And now we wait…

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These last few weeks have been busy! Between moving, spending time with my family, and taking classes, the days seem to fly by! It is already the middle of July. Before we know it, summer will be winding down and fall will be here.

A short time before I broke my leg, I took a few photography classes and enjoyed learning about the art of photography. I wish I knew more about it. Maybe there will be more photography classes in my future….

This picture was taken in the fall a few years back, during my “flower” period. I just love it! I find flowers to be so beautiful.

Many times while I was in the hospital, several people sent or came in with flowers and it always made my heart happy. Even a former coworker who I hadn’t seen in years came to visit me with flowers! (Thanks, Danny!)

It’s funny how small things like flowers can change your mood, make you smile, and brighten your day.

When I was younger, I thought I would own a flower shop because I thought it would be a great job to have! Delivering flowers to people and watching the expressions on their faces and how happy it made them seemed like the perfect job. Of course, not every flower delivery is for a happy occasion, but still, I thought it would be awesome. Obviously, I did not open a flower shop!

Perhaps if we had more flowers in our lives, there would be a little more kindness everywhere.

I had my aspiration done yesterday, and now we wait for the results. If there is no bacteria or infection in the hip and femur, we move forward with the big surgery!

It is almost here, my friends – the surgery I know I need, but the one that was always somewhere off in the distance. Some days I wonder how I managed to endure all of this time being in a constant state of discomfort, filled with nights of not sleeping and throbbing pain.

The reality is that we all manage with what is handed to us. We reach deep inside us and find the strength and courage to go on. What choice do we really have?

Life is not always filled with beautiful bouquets of flowers. Some days are long and difficult. You go to bed some nights and pray the next day will be better. More peaceful. Less painful. Hopefully the next day is better.

For some reason, I have always remembered dates – I mean, seriously, dates seem to stick with me for some reason. My friends joke about it. When I think back on certain events during this process, such as breaking my leg on March 22, 2014, fracturing my hip and the femur collapsing on April 22, 2015, or the very involved flap and emergency surgery on June 22, 2015, I find it amazing how quickly time goes by. I look back and think, I survived that event. It was painful, but I survived.

I will go into this next surgery with the same positive attitude and know that while it is going to be painful, I will be able to look back and say, I survived!

This whole journey was worth it. Twenty-one surgeries later and I hope to come out of this walking again in the future. I won’t ever give up because I am a fighter and a survivor.

Whatever you are dealing with in your life, just remember that you can get through it. Tomorrow is a new day filled with new possibilities. Stay strong and never give up!

Until next time, be well and go out and do a random act of kindness.



Photo – my own.