A graceful gift arrived Before summer’s end. For the Snook family, it was a perfect blend. Three became four As the family grew. A precious girl joined Her brother age two. The wonder and delight, The hustle and joy, Long nights and routines, A girl and a boy. The laughter and giggles, The attention and love. Exhaustion with grit, There’s help from above. Four hands are needed, To play and to hug. To feed and change her, And at times to unplug. A brother counted her ten little toes. And ten little fingers, The love still grows. She’s happy and sweet, And loves to grin. She’s curious and cute, With her dimpled chin. She sees and observes, to learn and grow. As an Alaskan baby she definitely knew snow! Where does time go? For now, you're two. You’re curious and independent Look at all you can do! Your brother's now four, you follow his lead, Yet you dance your own dance, Space is all that you need! A Momma’s angel, Daddy’s little girl, Your brother’s playmate And a family pearl. You light up our screens, and shine so bright You’re our youngest girl, And a family's delight! K.L. Hale (a.k.a. “Grammy K” of Missouri)
Happy birthday, Ainsley Grace.
My 3 delights went from 1, 2, and 3, to 2, 3, and 4! Time. Where does it go? We can all share this sentiment, I know.
Have you heard of NET, yet? 🦓
Friends, my records were sent to the National Cancer Institute several weeks ago. Last week I found out my case had been escalated. Once deemed inoperable, I found out last night that a leading oncology surgeon believes me to be a surgical candidate. Within the next two weeks, we will Telehealth. There are many unknowns. My blood will need to improve. He will need a new MRI. My bone mets can be treated with radiation (I had some external beam radiation on my back, hip, and pelvis last year, but with the aggressive chemo and other radiation, it was too much at one time). Currently, I’m battling digestive issues. Quite possibly a combination of everything has slowed down my system. Do I even move forward with treatment if surgery is an option? As you all know, my blood has a hard time recovering from treatments. When I first learned of this rare cancer, I knew from research (and others that have this) that surgery was the #1 treatment. Due to my metastasis, it was not an option. Until now. I know the unexpected could occur again. We might meet and do more scans; the decision could change. My hope never fades. For when an opportunity arises, in which God aligns, they work for HIS GOOD.
This is a game-changer. A life changer. Do I have fear? It will be a big surgery—but I have a BIG GOD and HUGE FAITH! As a friend shared, I’m at the batter’s box waiting to approach the plate. This could be a home run! Tears stream down my face thinking of this miracle. I’ve taken a 7th-inning stretch and a break at base camp. For years faith has seen me through. With it, I can continue the journey so that my 3 little grands, my two amazing sons and bonus daughters, my parents, my sisters, my niece and nephew, all of my family,…all of you my friends, can see that… faith without works is the only thing that dies without hope.
Have faith💚
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