It’s Dianna’s thirtieth birthday and as you can see,
she’s got personality!
Dianna was born in a snow storm. As her dad and I drove to the hospital, in the middle of the night, the roads were empty and it was beautiful and quiet and this adorable 6.5 ounce little girl came into the world (at the hospital) in a winter wonderland. She shrunk to 5.15 ounces before gaining any weight, as many babies do. There was one other baby born that day and it was a strapping boy, over ten pounds. He looked like a stuffed turkey in the nursery next to my daughter. I have so many wonderful memories of this tiny person now all grown up.
When I was pregnant with Dianna, I had it in my head that she was a boy. I told everyone that I was having a boy. No, there was no sonogram to provide proof. With her brother and sister, I guessed correctly and so, because of my perfect track record, I told every one, I was even confident, “I’m having a boy!” I had an entire wardrobe of boys clothes ready and waiting. When she was born, the doctor said, it’s a girl. I said, “What? Come on, you’re kidding me.” I argued with him until he said, “Look!” I was so shocked and even cried for joy; I was so happy! She was a birthday present to me on her birthday and I was thrilled! Watching her life unfold has been a series of surprises; in retrospect, she was a surprise from the get go!
The trip home from the hospital was also in a snow storm. Leaving rather abruptly because my room-mate wanted to smoke and I didn’t want my baby exposed, it was in the dark that we traveled home.
Tomorrow, I’m going to have my beloved gall bladder removed.
It all started in November of 2013! I was in my office, on the phone with a friend who I hadn’t talked to in years and I started to have this incredible chest pain. I thought it was my heart and it was a growing pain that was so intense, I had to excuse myself from the conversation and hang up. I laid on the floor in the loft of my town house and was really scared. And of course, being a nurse, became busy ‘reasoning’ that this must be PTSD and not my heart because the pain wasn’t radiating up my arm like a heart attack, because I don’t have a heart condition, because, because…. (You know the wizard of oz song, don’t you?) because, because, BECAUSE!!! “I bare-ly have high cho-les-ter-rol” (This line fits perfectly!). “la la la la la la la! We’re off to see the wizard…!”
Ok, so I got up and walked away from that episode and promptly forgot about it; completely forgot about it! I didn’t tell my doctor or my family or anybody. I just dismissed it. Then, in February, 2014, I was dating a guy for two months. We were talking on the phone. Remember? I was on the phone the last time it happened. I was again, in my office, on the phone, sitting in front of my computer and suddenly, the pain was growing; it felt like a sword was going through my chest. The pain was in my back, my chest, my sides and it was excruciating! Again, I hung up the phone quickly and laid down and tried deep relaxing breathing, like in child-birth, llamas! It finally passed and I thought, “I gotta break up with this guy!” And I did!
How interesting to see one of my CD’s on ebay for sale at a vintage price. I didn’t put it there. Remembering back to a time long ago, when my name was Sally Ettari, as it’s printed here, I was in a very different place back then. People have told me I look sad in this picture. I was. And while I walked with God, my relationship was shallow and not what it is now. It’s always been my hearts desire to be a blessing to others. I carry a memory on the wall of my mind. I was standing in the wings, preparing to go onto a stage and sing before a large audience. The speaker stood a few feet away. He was clearly in a pause and probably in prayer; determined to be alone with God.I remember watching from across the small room. His relationship with God appeared deep. And I wondered, how do I get that?
Here comes Thanksgiving! Did you know that June is ‘National Turkey Lovers’ month? Of course, by November not many people are concerned with turkey love and our interest turns to turkey legs and where to get the best deal or recipe for a turkey.
Did you know that according to the National Turkey Federation
(Are you just a little amazed that turkeys have their own federation?) that:
1. Minnesota leads the nation in raising turkey for the country and in fact the world.
2. In 2013, 240 million turkeys were raised and over 200 million were consumed in the U.S.?
3. An estimated 46 million turkeys are eaten at Thanks giving, 22 million at Christmas and 19 million at Easter! At an average of 16 pounds per turkey, this translates to 736 million pounds of turkey consumed on Thanks Giving in America.
4. Turkey is one of the top ten foods for eyes because it is so high in zinc and b-vitamins (niacin) and these are essential for the body’s energy production as well.
5. Turkey meat is a source of iron, potassium and phosphorus.
Now here are some interesting claims made on the internet that I for one am sure I don’t believe. “Regular turkey consumption can help lower cholesterol levels.” (Body and Soul) A recent study from Johns Hopkins University explains why I, for one, can not believe that!
For your maker is your Husband…
It was a long, hard day; there was the conversation with that difficult person from the past. And after two days home in bed and on an anti-biotic, I remained physically week and sporting a stomach ache. Then, playing catch up with my work and maneuvering through a day that required twice the normal patient load, it was just before my last patient. I began to move to the right lane and boom! I hit a car that was passing me in my blind spot. Ugh, a car accident.
Would I say, “Thank you, Lord?” Could I say that right now?
I dragged my thoughts to the words, with a deep pain in my soul. ‘Ok, Thank you, Lord.’ I must say it now, not later! It’s important for me to say it out loud, as a show of faith and to assert, ‘I choose to trust You in this and every thing.’ Getting to this place of saying thank you in the beginning of a difficult situation has happened in stages. In the past, my instinct would be to play the blame game: “I’m mad at you for letting this happen to me.” I don’t know why I did that for so many years. I believe strongly that God is in control and that nothing happens in His world by accident, so my knee jerk reaction has been to turn and walk away from God in anger. When I realized I was playing God and even judging God with this reaction (Wasn’t I really saying, ‘I would have done it better?’), I knew I must stop and think, at least about what my reactions are.
For a few years now, my reaction to bad things happening has been more of a conversation with God. “Really? You’re letting this happen today? Really?”