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St. Judes, Don't be sad...

 Midnight. April the third 1991.  Is a day I will never forget.  My mother woke me up as we crossed the Mississippi River Bridge, right before we crossed over into Memphis Tennessee.  I remember it because the sky was pitch black as I looked out  the passenger side window of my dad's Chevy Blazer and saw only the blinding lights that adorned the Steel curves above the bridge.  Me, my mother and my dad were on our way to Saint Judes Children Research Hospital.  It was two days prior I was in surgery at Summit Regional Hospitals in Van Buren , Arkansas having a biopsy of my right knee.  The result of that surgery would change my life forever.  My parents were informed it was a malignant cancer.  April Fool's!  Or so it felt like.  The events after that were surreal and fast coming.  From the moment we were informed, my father loaded up the family truck and we high tailed it to Memphis.  My dad had asked my doctor if it was his child where would he send him to and he replied St. J

Where do we go from Here?

My first post of many, I hope.  This blog is not for political debate, or religious views.  Its more like a personal diary, displayed for anyone to read.  I hope my story provokes thought, generates interest and inspires some in the area of self healing.  I probably should introduce myself. I am Adora, a work in progress.  You may ask what does that mean. Well, to tell you the truth I honestly don't know.  I'm not a professional, nor do I profess to be an expert at anything.  I am, however, someone who, in their short life, has become adept and wise in different things, and the discovery of how the world works on many different levels.  First, I am a cancer survivor of thirty years, defeating four very different cancers and currently in a battle with my fifth. I have experienced many challenges in many matters of  health and well being;  type-two diabetes, sixty percent lung capacity resulting in chronic respiratory infections.  I have genetic birth defects. My aortic heart val