A new phase

As many of you know I've been doing an Alkaline diet for the last 4 1/2 months. I was following The Body Ecology diet, and protocol. In the beginning of this diet I was extremely ill. My body was going through a "healing crisis". I was exhausted, cranky (so sorry Andy), and worn down. I also lost about 15 pounds. Slowly but surely I began to get stronger and stronger. I felt more balanced and really started loving the lifestyle change. When we went back in May to the Huntsman and didn't see any changes we knew we needed to reevaluate the course of action we were taking.
Andy started researching a couple of different alternative therapies. We had a consultation scheduled for a Dr. out in North Carolina, and then a good friend of mine called me and told me to watch this clip on you tube about a Dr. Robert Young. After watching it I started researching him and his protocol. Out of the 2 Dr's. I felt that Dr. Youngs protocol made more sense and it felt right. On July 2, I had the amazing opportunity to meet with Dr. Young, he wrote The PH Miracle Diet. He also did a live blood cell analysis, which was fascinating. He gave me some guidelines that I will be following for the next 3 months. Today is actually my 9th day, and for the most part I feel really good. For the next 81 days I will be on a "liquid feast". Which means that everything I consume is pureed (certain veggies), and I am allowed to eat tomatoes, cucumbers, and avocados, in moderation. I do a combination of diet, exercise, massage, sauna, colonics, and sunshine...as well as supplements.
Overall, I've had good days and some rough days...life has been made much easier by loving friends and family who have reached out to help make our load lighter, thank you! I have been humbled and been brought to my knees, thanking Heavenly Father for this opportunity...that I may learn and become what He would like me to be. I am excited to be on this journey and am thrilled to have the ability to do this process. I know it is the right path for me to follow. I am blessed by a loving husband who works so hard taking care of me and our babies. He makes our lives easier. One thing is certain that I know with all of my being is that God lives, and he will not leave us alone. May God continue to watch over us all, may we let Him in. May we always find hope in our lives.

The best thing ever..

Each night when it's time for bed, when stories and scriptures have been read, we say "Night, night" to Ella and Daddy, give hugs and kisses. Noah comes with me in his room and Ella stays with Daddy to read a story (Noah insists on me putting him to bed, which I love). I wrap Noah up in his blanket and he has to have his "baby" with him (which is a white lamb), and a drink. I rock him in the rocking chair and ask him what his favorite part of the day was. He says things like Grammy, Papa, Ella, Daddy, swing, pool, play. We talk about his day and what he did. Sometimes I have know idea what he's saying, but we carry on talking with each other. I then sing him lullabies, and before he falls asleep I tell him that he is the best thing that has ever happened to Momma and Daddy. I kiss his sweet head, and face, gently lay him in his crib, tell him I love him, and walk out of the room.
Next stop Ellas. She is usually playing quietly waiting for me. I get her situated and ask her what her favorite part of the day was. She says things like being with her cousins, spending time together as a family, being outside. She tells me what she has done that day, and the things that she would like to do another day. We talk. It is quiet. No noise, just the two of us, we are connected. I ask her what lullaby she wants me to sing...even though I already know which one she will choose. I sing "Lullaby, don't you cry, go to sleep little baby...I touch her face, outlining it with my fingers. I move the hair out of her eyes, and she smiles. She touches my face, and rubs my arm. After a few minutes of singing I tell her that she is the best thing that has ever happened to Momma and Daddy. She gets a huge smile on her face and usually says that she knows! I tell her I love her to the moon and back and she says the same to me. We hug and I kiss her face and head. "Night, night", I say as I walk out of her room. I smile, so thankful our kids know they are the best things that has ever happened to us.

Beauty, is in the eye of the beholder

After my first consultation with my first oncologist 3 1/2 years ago, my biggest concern was, When was I going to lose my hair? His answer: 14 days. At the time that was forefront on my mind, and a major concern. I started my first infusion and was sick, tired, and sick some more. Each day would be 1 day closer to the magic number 14. It was like a count down. I first began noticing a bit falling out when I was in the shower, or brushing it, or when I would pull it back more came out. I had it cut to my shoulders, and had our good friend Jon Canlas come over and take photos of our family to help me remember what I looked like, what we looked like together.
Before day 14 I'd finally had enough. I told Andy I was ready for him to shave it off! He looked at me surprised, and said okay. We waited until Ella was asleep and I sat down at the kitchen table. He got his clippers and started cutting. He made a mullet first (for some strange reason I think mullet's are hilarious) we took some photos, and laughed a lot. My brother Matt wanted me to email him the photos, I told him there was no way in hell I was going to do that! Then Andy gave me a buzz... I thought that I would cry, but I didn't. It was invigorating, I was in control, I was bald, so what! I was still me! I will always remember that moment because Andy and I embraced, he took my head in his hands and kissed my bald head. I have never felt more beautiful in my entire life then when I was bald...This may seem strange to hear, but it is true.