Did you think I got lost; found another planet to live on; ran a  marathon and never came back? Wrong, wrong, wrong. I actually thought I'd stop my blog, but I guess it's still here, so why not keep adding to it.

Since I last commented there has been so many things changed in my life. Most recently I lost my baby brother to cancer. He was diagnosed 6 weeks before he died of renal cell cancer that had metastasized to his bones, lungs, lymphatic system, and brain. He didn't have chance! He had been going to a chiropractor for a few months, but got no relief for his back pain. Then, incidentally, his chiropractor mentioned that a rib had moved when it shouldn't have. On that he recommended my brother to go see his doctor and as a result the cancer was discovered. He was very brave, as was his family of wife, two daughters, and two sons. My sister, three other brothers and myself, with my husband, travelled out to Missouri to say goodbye. We all enjoyed each others company, laughed over stories of the past, met new great niece and nephews new wives, and soon to be husband of niece. Saw our brothers house; a greater than a hundred year old school house that he remodeled and made into a lovely, artistic home for his family. We shared our love with our brother, told him we will miss him, shed our tears together, wished him a pain free journey to meet up with our mother and other family member that have gone before him and we journeyed back to our own homes. I must say that the trip felt so good. I hadn't seen my brother in eight or more years and all of the siblings hadn't been together since my father died in 1997. Hospice had furnished a meal for us at his home and video taped our messages to him for us in the future and for his family. His hospice nurse was the best. She almost felt like one of the family.
Well, I feel exhausted just writing about this. He finally died exactly a week after we left. I think he was just waiting for us to come. We did and he left in peace.
Along with all of this, I had broke my leg a week after I had heard of his cancer and that crashed my plans to fly out and help him. When hearing of my brothers plans to fly out I asked my husband if he could go with me and help me. Of course he said yes. I had to go in my wheelchair. I was not strong enough to use crutches and was non-weightbearing, so the trip was very difficult. It's amazing what the airports put you through when you are in a wheelchair. I felt like I was the wheelchair terrorist disguised as an old lady with a broken leg. LOL So, even with the hardships the trip was uneventful. Managed to get to everywhere I needed. Thank you to everyone who went before me and fought for rights for disabled people!