The pathology report came back and my precious boy has Cancer and it is very aggressive. I created a new campaign “Lakota’s Cancer Fund” to help us through this devastating and painful journey we now find ourselves on. I am heartbroken and absolutely gutted.
Read more on Lakota’s journey on his GoFundMe link below where you can see the pathology report and follow updates on how he is doing throughout his journey.
We also deeply appreciate all Sharing, Prayers, Love and Donations that will help ease the journey in this chapter of Lakota’s life.
My precious Lakota.
Blessings from our paws to yours ❤
LAKOTA UPDATE: The pathology report came back and my precious boy has Cancer. See my latest post for the latest information on Lakota and his journey.
Lakota Update: The biopsy was done yesterday. Lakota came thru ok. he is resting, has pain med and a couple other meds. Tissue sample sent to Pathologist and we get our results back the start of the week. Lakota’s Vet said that whatever this is, is very aggressive. Once the report is back we will have to tackle this fast, head on and hard.
We really need your help in sharing this campaign, donations, prayers, healing energy and love to get thru this.
Please, even if all you can do is share that is a huge help..
Lakota Surgery Fund
Everything, Every little bit helps…Thank you and bless you ❤
I know it has been ages since I have been here friends and readers. I apologize for my absence. Much has been happening in my life this past year and I have barely had time to breathe. I was on an unplanned extended hiatus that kept me extremely busy with more than I could imagine. So much for self care right?
I have repeatedly attempted to journal daily and even weekly. Repeatedly I have been successful at failing to do so. I make no promises to post bi-weekly or monthly. I can only promise that I will work harder to do better in writing here more regularly from this day forward.
Thank you for not leaving me while I was “away” on vacation.
Wishing all of you a most blessed and safe weekend!
What is bullying?
Bullying is unwanted, repeated aggressive behavior among school age children. Bullying includes actions such as making threats, spreading rumors, attacking someone physically or verbally, and excluding someone from a group on purpose and so much more.
There have been too many physical attacks by children against children in our schools with no one doing a blessed thing to stop it! It is not a rite of passage. It is not “boys will be boys” or girls for that matter. Kids are beating the bloody crap out of each other repeatedly and many to the point where the one being bullied takes their own life because they cannot take it anymore, because the schools refuse to do a damn thing other than sweep it under the rug, excuse the behavior, wave it off….I was one of those kids who came close to committing suicide because I saw that as the only way to make it stop…to make it all stop.
Bullying also happens in families with siblings as well and it is not just sibling rivalry. It is downright bullying.
I was bullied relentlessly throughout middle and high school. In middle school I had my books smacked from out of my arms going down the hallway, was pounded in the back so hard it literally took my breath away walking from one class to another. I did go to the office and tell them I was being bullied and they did nothing about it. I was hurt, shocked and could not understand why they did not care and why they did nothing about it. In one class there were a couple of boys who took joy in putting a dead bee and some other bug in my hair. The teacher was walking around the classroom as he taught the lesson and had to notice this going on but he never said anything. In high school I was cornered in the girls bathroom by a trio of girls who proceeded to taunt me with words as they blew smoke from their cigarettes in my face. In my culinary arts class shop I was shoved into the walk in freezer and locked in. I did not know that I could defend myself back then nor did I even know how… I wondered if anyone cared because no one ever took a step forward to make them stop.
The statistics on bullying and suicide are more than alarming. They should be a wake up call to parents and schools alike across the globe.
Did you know?
Over 3.2 million students are victims of bullying each year
Bully victims are between 2 to 9 times more likely to consider suicide than non-victims, according to studies by Yale University
Suicide is the third leading cause of death among young people, resulting in about 4,400 deaths per year, according to the CDC. For every suicide among young people, there are at least 100 suicide attempts. Over 14 percent of high school students have considered suicide, and almost 7 percent have attempted it.
Harassment and bullying have been linked to 75 percent of school-shooting incidents.
If you see someone getting bullied do something, say something, but don’t just stand by silently or walk away.
Read this heartbreaking story from one mother whose son barely escaped serious medical damage and is speaking out.
It is interesting, and at the same time sad, how our society perceives illnesses. In general, people can share with the world if they have diabetes, a heart problem, or some other medical issue and they have incredible support surround them, but heavens if they ever dare to open their mouth to form the words *mental illness.* The world comes to an end and people literally walk away looking at you as if you have this gosh awful contagious disease…Now not everyone walks away however many do, many will never look at you the same way again or come close to hugging you if they did before. It is as though you have now become part of a leper colony. Sometimes they begin to walk on eggshells around you, uncertain how to act or react.
I have experienced the loss of those who called themselves friends both then and now, and learned some hard lessons along my journey of healing and self discovery. The aftermath of the abuse I survived was hell enough. Having people I thought were on my side end up walking away as I sought help to stay afloat as the waves crashed my tiny craft and threatened to sink me really knocked the wind out of my sails.
Over ten years ago I entered therapy as the past literally came crashing down upon me. I spent 12 long years in therapy dealing with nightmares, flashbacks and so much more that I could not handle alone. I remember vividly the day I ultimately made the call for help.
Asking for help is not a sign of weakness rather one of tremendous strength. It requires summoning all you have in you to lift that thousand pound phone and dial, then speak the words HELP ME…
I want you all to know that you are not alone. I have walked through so many fires and often wondered WHY??? I have come to understand my destiny is to help others…How could I do that if I was not to experience the struggles, the pain, anguish, utter despair and aftermath? Some of us have survived unspeakable hells and healed that we may now stretch out our hand into the darkness and pull another into the light. One day You will be that hand reaching into the darkness for another.
I have worked through countless, triggering and soul piercing issues from so very long ago and that which had me shackled is no more. The chains have not only been broken they have been shattered and I am Free ~~ I am FREE because Christ took hold of my hand and He pulled me up and out of the pit, out of that darkness and place of torment I was in. To my Lord and Savior be the glory!!
Peace and Blessings
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
— Anaïs Nin
Faith. A simple word. To have confidence or trust in a person or entity. Depending on which religion it is faith is believing in one God or many gods. Where does this “faith” come from? How does one get it? Honestly I didn’t have faith or trust in too many people even as a kid. I did believe in something greater as I was growing up yet Catholic school for my elementary years and Catechism did little for giving, instilling in me or helping me to find that faith. In my later years I recall being made to attend Church every Sunday morning with the family, minus dad. I found it difficult yet managed to get through the boring service. Father Pat was very nice it was just the whole thing bored me and I received little education from it. I was in my teens and the years I attended church as my duty to beautiful Momma. Upon my sixteenth birthday Momma gave me the option of continuing to attend church or not. I chose freedom. I guess you could say I felt like the girl in the image below that day. Momma did her duty and introduced us to God in the way she was raised although she was determined to do so not near as strict as her Momma did with her and her brother. Momma shared with me her love of stained glass windows in churches, their beauty as the sun reflects upon them. Truly awesome.
“Sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith.”
~~ Margaret Shepard