My Week Living in Purgartory

A couple months ago I began telling my story, "My Journey Back to Life".  With the first three parts of the story told already, today marks the telling of the fourth part of my story, My Week Living in Purgatory.  If you haven't read the first three parts or would like a refresher here are the links:

A Day That Will Live In Infamy (Part 1)
A Second Day of Infamy (Part 2)
A Third and Final Day of Infamy (Part 3)

So sit back, relax, grab a coffee and enjoy the next phase of my Journey.

Life's Greatest Lesson

Today I am going to share a secret with you.  It is something that only a "select" few get exposed to.  But instead of letting each of you wait to have to go through something like cancer to become privy to this wonderful lesson, I thought I would share it with each and everyone of you.


When going through a life altering event such as cancer we are often faced with many serious challenges and obstacles.  Most people when faced with these challenges don't have the ability to personally take action and overcome this obstacle because of the immense challenges they are facing.  At this moment for them, it is just about getting through the situation.


But when we are faced with these setbacks should we get disapointed that they we can't personally do much to improve it and move on or should we seek another option?

Life's Simple Pleasures

I was laying in bed the other night, with Amy fast asleep beside me, thinking about a million different things and trying to get to sleep when Dora came into the room and jumped up into her bed. You see in our bed Amy sleeps about a foot down from the top of the bed so Dora's bed can fit on our bed too (Yes we cater to our little angel).  Almost every night Dora and I have a little ritual where when she comes to bed and she begins to nest like most cats, I rub her belly.  This gets her purring like a little motor and I continue until she lays down to fall asleep.

This simple little act of hearing Amy sleep and Dora purring brings a genuine smile to my face everytime, no matter the situation or my mood, and fills me right up with joy. But what happens when these pleasures are taken away?