My mom met her oncologist on Thursday, and in one of the weirdest blessings God’s ever given me, the bad news didn’t sound too horrible. Dad and I said later that we were both expecting to hear the worst of verdicts – something like, “There’s nothing I can do.” And
Fifteen years ago, my cousin lost her dad to cancer during my sophomore year of high school. I realized that cancer was the pits. Nine years ago, my then-fiance discovered a lump and my life tilted on its axis and I realized that cancer is more than the pits. Cancer
Yesterday, I took Jonas to the “oprah-pedist.” An orprahpedist, in case you hadn’t heard, is a kids’ doctor who checks to see if your bones are strong. {Insert 3-year-old muscleman pose here.} Sometimes, the orprahpedist wants to take special pictures and you can’t say “CHEESE!” – you have to wear
So, Susannah’s still in biweekly (every other week) physical therapy for her torticollis. The PT observes her in several different positions as Susannah plays with different toys — lying on her back, resting on her stomach, belly crawling, supported on her hands & knees (because she doesn’t stay up like
In the bathtub tonight, I started thinking about my scars. I have a scar on my left elbow, about half an inch long. It’s thin and silvery now, a scar you wouldn’t even notice if I didn’t point it out. I got it a long time ago – my freshman
A: Being stuck at home with a sick, cranky toddler, while PREGNANT! 😐 Sunday afternoon Jonas started running a fever. It wasn’t very responsive to our usual treatment of alternating Tylenol and Motrin, but it did eventually break in the middle of the night. Monday morning, when he woke up,
MICHELLE NEBEL
I write about faith and theology, family and organizational tips. Always a planner at heart, I’m also a Bible study teacher and community volunteer. This is where I share a glimpse of my life, and I hope you’ll find the thoughts here encouraging!
