Last night I realized that we are one day away from the yearly Walk to End Alzheimer’s here in San Antonio. As I listen to the song, “It’s gonna get better” by The Stars go Dim, I know that it will get better. Honestly between you and I, I have been trying to suppress most of the emotion involving Alzheimer’s and the walk. Each year I was always so excited and proud to go to the walk knowing that I had done by best to raise funds and awareness. Last year I was even on the committee for the Alzheimer’s Association to help plan the walk. I keep finding excuses not to go tomorrow. Usually by this point in the month of the walk I have posted something almost every day, gone live on Facebook, sent text, emails and a for few years I even organized fundraisers to raise money for the cause. Truth is…. Alzheimer’s has left me speechless for quite some time now.
8 years ago I received the news that no 30 year old should have to get. My mom was diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimer’s at 60. She would never get to be a Grandma (the kind she always was wanted to be) to my then unborn children. Alzheimers you see, has no cure. My world was shattered, yet I went into battle mode because that is what my Mama taught me to do. To fight. And I did. For most of those years I raised money, lots of it and awareness to show everyone what our fight looked like. How Alzheimer’s wasn’t an “old person’s disease” and that everyday people (young and old) can get it. That it is an EPIDEMIC and the 6th leading cause of death in the United States. That if the disease diagnosis keeps growing in the rapid numbers that it is, that it will BANKRUPT our economy! My mom’s monthly care was astronomical. Another tidbit I always like to tell people is that if your parents (or you) do not have long term care insurance, get it now! The cost and time associated with Alzheimers is almost impossible for the everyday person to handle.
Those years were long. The daily pain of having someone with Alzheimer’s seemed almost unbearable. Watching everything I knew of my Mom slowly slipping away. From her calling me “fat” when I became pregnant with my first beautiful Blessing (something she never would have done), to forgetting my Birthday, then later my name to lastly forgetting how to walk and talk. Every time I saw her I cried. Ugly cried. I begged God to take her somedays because my heart couldn’t take much more. I grieved the loss of my Mom for eight long years.
Four days after my beautiful Mama, Melanie turned 69 years old, she went to be with Jesus. Since that chilly afternoon in late February I have never been the same. Grief has resided in almost every one of my days since her passing. It seems as if it is an invisible layer underneath the surface. That at any moment, an overwhelming wave of sadness could take over. And it did. Often. Grief is a funny thing and even though I felt as though I grieved losing her everyday while I was still physically with her, my Mother leaving this earth is an emotion that I am unable to put into words. It is devastating.
This past weekend I attended a woman’s retreat through our church and I finally felt like I was able to release the anger and sadness to God. I have come to the conclusion that I will never be the same as I when my Mama resided on this earth. I thought I would be happier when she was gone. Knowing that her pain and suffering was over. Yet, when the day happened that she took her last breath as my brother, my husband and I held her hands, I wasn’t relieved. I was heartbroken and lost. My life was going to have to reset and have a “new normal” which didn’t include caring for my mom.
The great news is that I have a good God! One of comforts me in times like these and someone who gives me hope on the days when I think I can’t go on. Fast forward almost eight months and I am still sad, but God reigns supreme in my thoughts and actions. I know that this hard journey that Mom and I slowly glided through, was meant for His glory!
I have heard many times that you can’t control what happens to you, you can only control your reaction. I will not give up my fight against Alzheimer’s!! ! I will continue to tell her story and I know that someday there will be a cure. My prayer is that no other family will have to suffer the heartache of watching their loved one slowly and painfully slip away.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.” Romans 15:13
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This morning I had a pleasant surprise to have my favorite yoga teacher cover for the regular teacher at that time slot. I had not done yoga for over a month and honestly really needed it since my mom passed last week. There is something so restorative about yoga. It always puts my mind and body at ease. Keeping up with my fitness through this grief has been a challenge and I almost didn’t go because my favorite teacher wasn’t on the schedule, but I pulled up my big girl panties and went anyway. So thankful I did!
She started the class off with a Rumi quote that I can’t get out of my head.
This saying kept resonating in my head and I realized that in this season of grief how very thankful I was for how God has showed up in ways that I never thought possible. For those of you who know me well, I hope you would agree how much I love others. One of my favorite things in the world is to get to know people and find out their stories. My ability to connect with people has gotten stronger over the years and honestly it is like a muscle. Little by little, the Lord has been molding me into the woman I am today who values her relationships greatly. And in this time of need I have had amazing, beautiful people pour into me when I needed it most. Some friends have done things over the past few weeks that I didn’t even know that I needed! I have to give an example of my sweet friend Naomi who the other night not only fed my kids and I dinner, but then kicked me out of the house for a few hours so she could do the bedtime routine. Praise God! When I returned home, not only were my kids safe and sound in bed, but she had organized a cabinet that I literally hated to open because it was so unorganized. She was unsure if I would be ok with her doing it and the first thing I did was throw my arms around her neck and thanked her over and over. Community. My village is so amazing.
My encouragement to everyone out there is not only the importance of having a community surrounding you that wants you to win, but also realizing that we all have our own roads. Our own journeys in life to travel. My road will never look like any of my friends, but I know that by loving others, loving God will bring fruit that the Lord has in store for me. One of my gifting is connecting and I challenge each of you to ask God what your gifting is and how you can serve the Kingdom with it. I can almost bet that God will show up and show off and Bless you and others along the way!
“A spiritual gift is given to each of us so we can help each other” 1 Corinthians 12:7 NLT
Hard to believe that it has been five days since my beautiful mother, Melanie went to heaven. I remember the day after she died I woke up thinking,” Well, this is the first day of what it feels like to have your mom no longer on this earth.” Such a heavy feeling.
Mom had been battling Early Onset Alzheimers Disease since her diagnosis over 8 years ago at 60 years old. During those very hard years with her having the disease I grieved many things. The loss of my own mother not knowing my Birthday, her not being present at the birth of our three children, forgetting my name, how to talk, how to walk and so much more. That grief was different than what I am currently feeling. That grief was a slow, long drawn out pain. This current grief has some relief and even though I feel bad saying it, it is true. My mom no longer has Alzheimers. She no longer has a brain that can’t seem to work correctly and a body that even though was only 69 when she died, that forgot to do the most basic parts of life. She is currently dancing in heaven and riding her horses. Watching her slowly die in front of me from week to week was almost too painful to bear. She had stopped walking and eating solid foods within these last 6 months and some days I had to make myself go visit her. It was just so hard and I ugly cried every single time I went. Not seeing her beautiful radiant smile when I saw her felt like a knife slowly pressing into my chest. I wanted my mama back and this wasn’t her.
Having my own small children at home: 5, 4 & 2 and then also caring for my mother with Alzheimers, had stretched me so thin. Even though I miss her more than I can even verbalize at this very moment, I have so much peace that she is no longer on this earth suffering.
So thankful for so many things including my strong faith in God. I know without a doubt that I would be in a much darker place without the strength that He has given me on this journey. At church last night the message was about Psalms 23 and I am clinging tightly to that word.
“The Lord is my shepherd. I have everything I need. He gives me rest in the green pastures. He leads me to calm water. He gives me new strength. For the good of his name, he leads me on paths that are right. Even if I walk through a very dark valley, I will not be afraid because you are with me. Your rod and your shepherd’s staff comfort me.” Psalms 23:1-4 Last year around this time I went through a very dark season in my life and the only thing that I could do was lean on Him to get me though. Little did I know that He was also preparing me for what was to come.
A friend told me that this grief would come in waves and it seems to be doing just that. One day I am fine and then something sets me off. A picture, a song, my mind randomly replaying me laying in bed with her for those 7 days as she glided into heaven. Then out of no where the wave hits and seems to almost knock me off of my feet and the tears fall hard and fast. Another hard part will be that I no longer have to take care of her. I am sure “caretaker grief” is also a thing. Not having to worry about her bills being paid, taxes filed, doctor appointments to get to, if her bed alarm is working, mats under her bed properly placed or if her food is being properly pureed. That part hasn’t hit me quite yet, but expecting it soon. Pretty sure this week I will have to clean out mom’s room at her facility and I honestly am not looking forward to it. Walking into her room without her in it will no doubt be terrible. Prayers for the days, weeks and months to come as we all grieve the physical loss of my mom.
Alzheimer’s Disease I hate you and will stop at nothing to find a cure! Please donate to our Walk to End Alzheimer’s team, Melanie’s Memories Matter to join us in fighting against this horrid disease!
Yesterday was the 8th Birthday of my sweet niece, Jaidyn.How in the world is she already 8?
“JJ” as all the cousins call her, was the first little one of my four siblings that grew up in our house.The baby was having a baby!We had older siblings that had children in Waco, but we were young ourselves when it happened. We became Aunts and Uncles before we were even 15 years old.Jaidyn was extra special.Not only because she was the first, but because she was the light in so much darkness in 2010.I will never forget the call from my dad that my grandfather, “Daddy Bob” had died.I remember throwing the phone across the room with an intensity and anger that my husband had never seen in me before.Following with uncontrollable sobbing and hyperventilation. I couldn’t breathe. My hero was gone and I didn’t even get to say goodbye. The man that carried a peace about him that no one else to this day has ever had. My sweet Daddy Bob had been changing a light bulb on the front porch of their Houston home and had fallen off the ladder and died instantly.Heartbreak.I believe that we always thought my Granny would be the first of the two to go.She had been battling health issues for years and my Daddy Bob was always clean on his health bills.How in the world did this happen?The days and weeks that followed were that of extreme sadness and exhaustion.My grandmother no longer had the love of her life and the man that took care of her every need. She was in shock and heartbroken along with the rest of us. I went to stay with her and then my step mom did also, but she just wasn’t the same after he died.Her will to live wasn’t there as it was before.She was transported to San Antonio via ambulance to be admitted into a rehab facility and was closer to all of us. It was good to have her physically near us, but she was never the same. She was able to make my sisters baby shower and was excited for this sweet little Blessing to come earth side.A week before my sister was to give birth to Jaidyn, Granny made her way up to heaven into the loving arms of her precious husband.Sadness again filled the family as we had officially lost the heads of our family within months of each other.
The day of Jaidyn’s birth was a happy one.The entire family was there and waiting as the birth had been a scheduled c-section.Even though the recent grief, we were all ready to meet this little miracle that God had given my sister.There were a few things they wanted to look at on her once she was born and it took what seemed like forever for her mama to hold her for the first time.And for all of us to finally meet her.She was the most beautiful baby girl I had ever laid my eyes on.A tiny little thing at 5.3oz and just perfection. I will never forget that my uncle Eddie refused to leave until he got to see her and hold her.He absolutely loved children.He was so excited to have a baby in the family finally!Once he held her he told our Nana & Papa that they could go home. Uncle Eddie had special needs and was truly a gift from God. He wasn’t supposed to live past 3 and with my Nana’s strong will and Eddie’s determination he beat all the odds! Leaving the hospital we were all so excited and happy.My other siblings and our spouses all went to our parents house to celebrate the arrival of this precious baby girl who had changed our family.Then the call came… My Nana.Hysterical.She had gone upstairs and found my uncle Eddie unresponsive.Heart Attack.He was gone.On one of the happiest days in a very long time, it was also the darkest. On the day Jaidyn was born, Eddie died. An extreme roller coaster of emotions that were almost too much to bear for all of us.
Every year on her Birthday I think back to the months that preceded and followed Jaidyn’s birth.I remember my Grandparents, my uncle and thank God for the Blessing that is my niece.It is a reminder to me that even during the darkest of times, there is light.Even if you have to struggle to find the light, it is always there. It may not be in the form of a beautiful baby girl, but God will show up. He always does. 2010 was one of the hardest years of my life to date, but I don’t wish that it never happened.I keep thinking of the sermon that I heard at church last week on the book of Judges.God sometimes has to weaken us before He uses us.(Judges 7:1-7) At the ripe age of 29 I had seen more death happen than I had ever experienced before.I learned how short life is and also what a great God we have. Even when the days seem hard, you feel like that you can’t seem to get out of “the yuck” as I call it.. look up.Look to Him and know that once you fully rely on God, the peace that comes is indescribable.
“Consider is pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.”(James 1:2-3)
As a stay at home mom I find that most days are spend giving my kids snacks. I mean, how many snacks can a kid have in one day? When my kids are at pre-school surely they don’t eat this much right???
I digress… I am always looking for ways where I can give my kids a healthy alternative than just buying processed foods as a snack. This recipe was a winner! Easy, tasty and a way to sneak in a vegetable! Enjoy friends!
2Tbsp.Truvia sweetener (or 1/4 cup granulated sugar)
1/2cupmelted coconut oil (can replace with butter if desired)
2Tbsp.white whole wheat flour
1Tbsp.melted coconut oil (can replace with butter if desired)
!. Preheat the oven to 375*F. Spray a 24-cup mini muffin tin with cooking spray or line with paper liners.
2. In a medium bowl, combine flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt.
3. In a large mixing bowl, combine mashed bananas and shredded zucchini. Beat in the egg, Truvia (or sugar) and 1/2 cup melted coconut oil.
4. Stir in the flour mixture into the banana- zucchini mixture. Don’t overtax! Spoon batter into mini muffin tins.
5. In a small bowl, melt 1 Tbsp. coconut oil. Stir in 2 Tbsp. flour, brown sugar and cinnamon. Sprinkle crumb mixture over the tops of each muffin.
6. Bake for about 15 minutes or until tips spring back when pressed. Let cool on wire rack and then pop them out and enjoy!
*I like to put in a ziplock or airtight container for a day and then split up what is left (which there isn’t ever usually any) with a bag for the fridge and possibly one for the freezer. Zap a cold one in the microwave for 10 seconds for a warm tasty treat!