These Are The Times...

Have you ever been in a place where you just don't know how you will ever make it through? Not a good cry, nor an encouraging word can bring your spirits to a point where you just know that you'll be okay.
August 17th marks eight months that my beautiful sister went to be her Heavenly Father. It is also her 25th birthday. It is also the day I have to go under the knife for wrist surgery. They have not given me many pieces of good news since I developed this cyst. I must wear a brace to prevent further injuries, I must refrain from strenuous activity so I could barely help my sister move, I have to refrain from playing sports until I'm given the OK from my doctor, and post-surgery I cannot play piano for several weeks. In case you are unfamiliar with my wrist injury, I will update you: I tore the lining in my wrist, and the joint fluid underneath came up and formed a large bubble (a.k.a ganglion cyst). I had it drained with large needles, and they told me if it comes back, I'm going to have to have surgery. If not, I'm a free girl. Unfortunately, it did come back, and when it did it was much more aggressive and painful. I have gone to four different doctors for this, and finally God has given us the right one (this doctor was my ortho doctor when I broke my arm in 2005). I am hopeful for a speedy recovery and peace, as this is scary and also a very hard time. God put it this way for a reason, and He will take care of me. This I know.
On a brighter side, choir starts on the 24th!! :)
I can't wait.

My little sister....

My little sister Lydia is the prettiest, awesomest and coolest girl in the world. And my big brother Ben is a fatty. Ginny, you've been hacked sister!





Love: Lydia.