I ask a lot of questions.

I was informed tonight of the death of a dear friend of mine, we had spoken last in July. We talked about Jesus, her daughters and how she loved them so,   and about coffee (because, I mean, come on.) She did not talk much about her cancer, she just said “Please keep praying for me as I fight my own battle. I believe that The Lord is going to completely heal me!!! HE is the great physician after all.” She received full healing tonight and is now cancer free, she is in Heaven. In the past 3 years of my life, cancer has taken friends and family; dear sweet life giving friends, grandfathers,   friend’s moms and dads, and uncles. It is a nasty little four-letter word. It makes me want to punch someone. It makes me cry. It makes my heart break for those effected. I hate when someone says, “It will get better” or “time will heal.” That is a lie. It does not get better and time does not heal, we learn to constantly make a new normal and Jesus is the only one who can heal. Some people do n

So this past week, narcolepsy has been winning. I have unintentionally taken a few 3-4 hour naps over the past week. Now before you say, "you're so lucky, I would love to nap." I do LOVE to nap, I love to intentionally nap. You know, to turn on the fan and turn off the lights, put pandora on and set a sleep timer :) yes. But when I sit down to work on a research paper and wake up FOUR hours later, it is no fun. My sleeve (Gilbert) does not always absorb my medication correctly, some days he wants me to be useless and sleep all day. On Tuesday, I again slept through my planned gym schedule. So to show Gilbert who is boss, I grabbed a jump rope and my yoga mat and walked out into a little piece of heaven, on Brunner Street.  If you know Sandy, she likes to get unclose and personal. In this photo, she was technically not on the yoga mat, but she had been! I jumped rope first. Here is Charlie, being all cool. It was a good quick workout, and it reminded me, that I ca