I'm new to the whole blogging world, but its a familiar concept to any one in this generation; posting your life on the Internet. I was inspired when I was searching for different hairstyles and found a girl from Poland with a tutorial on how to create a French croissant bun. I clicked on the link, and realized how much fun she seems to be having while blogging, so I decided to jump on the band wagon.
I reckon most are eager to write their first post, but what I was most excited about was decorating my page. Finally, I have it perfected. Woo hoo! :)
It took me a little while to pick out my title. I searched and searched for inspiration. I wanted it to be something no one else uses. Finally it popped in my head. "Keep It Where The Light Is" To those of you who don't think as metaphorically as I do, it's another way of saying, "stay positive!"
Maybe I should provide more backround infomation, because you simply don't understand the significance of my strong desire to stay positive without knowing my past.
When I was 9 years old, my father was rushed to the emergency room in the middle of the night. The next day, Easter Sunday, daddy was diagnosed with stage 4 kidney cancer. A couple months later, they did a minor surgury to kill his kidney, so that he wouldnt be in as much pain, and told him that he had 6 months to live.
If you could have known my father, you would know that he never gives up. He fought till his last breathe, and he lives in eternal paradise, at the throne of Christ.
Fortunatly for us, daddy lived almost 5 years after his diagnoses. He began getting treatments, all the way in Houston Texas, at M.D. Anderson Cancer Center. I was born and raised in Florida, which to us is quite a distance from Texas. Between the ages of 9 and 13, my parents went back and forth every other week. This meant that my brother and I had to continuosly have our bags packed for friends houses, granny's house or wherever we decided to make home base for that week.
At the end of my 13th year, and for almost the remainder of my 14th, my father grew very sick. The cancer had spread to almost every where in his body. Over the length of probably a year, I watched daddy slowly deteriorate. The man that once stood tall, broad shouldered, wide, 6'4, was now pale, skinny, and couldnt even stand up on his own.
At fourtenn years old, my mother and I became full time caretakers. I've watched my daddy throw up, help him to the bathroom, fed him, held his arm so he could stand.
On August 23 ( my brother's 18th birthday) my father took his very last breathe, and took his firs step into the kingom of God. two months later, my great grandmother died of cancer. 5 months after that, I watched my Uncle Mike (daddy's brother) take his last breathe, taken by cancer.
Now, I am 17 years old, and my goal in life is to serve the Lord, help others who are losing loved ones to cancer, and do my very best, to Keep It Where The Light Is.
