When my mother showed me this photo I thought, “what the …?” First of all, I would not have allowed anyone to take a picture of me in the hospital. And the fact that I was smiling, I knew I was in trouble.

I do not remember being taken to the hospital and being admitted. I was told by family, who drove hours to get to Tennessee, that I only knew my name. I did not recognize any of them, including my son.

But because of God’s grace and mercy, I knew I was healed. I was released from the hospital three days later. My memory has returned slowly over the past few weeks.

I decided to publish this story and picture because my sister once told me that I needed to share the good and bad things about my cancer journey. I thought I was until I looked over some of my past posts. There were a lot of smiles and happy times.

Even though I am smiling in this picture, a bad event occurred. Which leads me to believe that during good and bad times, my my spirit remains happy.

I may not remember all the events leading up to this picture being taken, but I do know one thing. The woman in this picture is a strong warrior of the most powerful God. Who by the way thinks she is cute. The crossing of the legs. Too funny, still.

Talk to you soon!