Lucky Me

One of my favorite holidays is St Patty's Day. No, I am not Irish. There is Irish on both sides of my family. My great-grandma was 1/2 Irish but as we go down the line, I didn't get any of her traits but her eyes. The shape and color. My eyes are hazel, more on the green side. More importantly, one of my eyes has a brown/gold speck in the same spot as my g-grandma's which she got from her g-grandma.

Right after, the boys were born, Becca got sick and we found a lump on the side of her neck. It was the size of a walnut. When, you are 6 yrs old that can be pretty big. She was tested for cancer, which came back negative. After, 4 weeks of trying to treat it, with it never getting bigger or smaller, they removed it. They removed a lympnoid that had been attacked by a cluster of red blood cells. Again, tested for cancer, negative. A sigh of relief.

At that time in my life, my faith was shaky. I wasn't sure if God was going to take Becca away from me because, he had just given me 2 boys. No, he was yet again testing how strong, I was. How strong my faith in him was. I think God only gives you has much as he thinks you can handle. When, I left the hospital, I looked at life a little different. I left with all of my 4 kids. We were going to be ok.

6 months later, I got something to remind me of my 4 kids, lucky to have 4 kids, lucky to be the one to get my g-grandma's gene, lucky to be alive and full of life.

I have my lucky charm with me for the rest of my life.