One Little Cell….

      That’s all it takes to change a life forever. One crazy cell that turns into millions and then takes a life.

      Sometimes it takes adults, but all to often it takes innocent children who  have lived way too short a life.

      If I were to start a list of the people we have lost in my family, it would be a long list.

      It started with my grandfather, John Keepers. A pastor with a wife and six kids depending on him, but the

      brain tumour didn’t care.He died at age 54. There were others in his family of brothers and sisters, but they

      died of other things. I never knew him except from pictures and stories. He spoke and wrote ten languages.

      My Aunt Maurine also died of cancer..the

      same as her father, John, but she lived to be 4 months shy of 100 years old.  My Uncle Don, also

       a son of John Keepers, and another Pastor, was struck with cancer in his seventies,

      but he will celebrate his 85 th birthday this month.

      Then I lost my cousin Virginia Woodgate to cancer when she was two weeks shy of her 21st birthday. That odd lump under her when she

      lay down on a California beach turned out to be deadly. Her sister Beverly has also had cancer, but so far has survived it.

      Then there was my cousin Ron Gerber who died from melanoma, an innocent enough looking cancer

      until it covers your face and enters your brain. He died in his 40s. The oldest of those cousins, Patricia “Patsy”‘ Woodgate Gross

       died last year from the breast cancer that returned to end her life.  She died only a few months after her husband Bob also died from

      cancer. Then there’s Patsy’s dad, my father’s oldest brother,   Hank, who preceded his only child  in death from stomach cancer.

      My father lived to turn 90 years old and he had a wonderful little party that we threw at my parents house

      four months before bladder cancer ended his painful life. He did not go easily because a life of tortured memories from war and

      the O.S.S. had to be escaped from before his peace was granted. If you think a soldiers battle is ever done while he or she is alive

      you need to re think, it’s not. While my sister and I took care of my dad and my mom ,who has dementia,

      my sister Carolyn was diagnosed with  breast cancer, a battle fought well and so far won.

      On my husbands side, his dad had cancer, but he died of old age. But his mom, Pauline fought cancer twice…does that seem fair…

      She won her first fight, but eventually she got the other more dreaded form of cancer and it took

      her to our Lord’s loving arms after only a few months at the age of 92. The world lost a bright shining star

       when she left, but on occasion we can still see her smile and feel her warmth, even hear her voice.

      But with those deaths and the ones who have survived that are in this list, the worse death

      of all was the battle fought and lost by an eleven girl who was the daughter of our friends Doug and Kristen.My son attended school

      with them both and as a teacher has taught most of their kids, including Gloria.

      Talk about a bright and shining star. She was “only borrowed” her parents feel. A child of God who literally

       GLOWED with the Lord’s light. There are stories and memories and even pictures that show that wonderful light that Gloria was

       to this world. She has been gone for 5 years, but miracles still happen from her. There were miracles while she lived.

      there will always be miracles that happen thru this remarkable child. When a large group of people circled around her

       to pray FOR her, the evening ended with those people experiencing a healing for them that  came thru her, from God to them.

      A beautiful picture was taken of her with  that light and there is no mistaking the Heavenly glow around her. Not a trick of light or any

      lighting, except the light from Heaven.

      So a death that seems so very cruel when you first think about it, was a blessing in disguise.

      All the pain and all the sorrow for each of these victims of cancer ended in a new life. A life we all strive  for.

      But to the ones left behind that gift given to them  seems far from a victory since we will miss them for a time.

      Until there is a reunion in Another time and Another Place. ( Sandi Patty’s I want  at my funeral if God ever

       deems Himself strong enough to put up with me in Heaven.) Since he has already sent me back a couple of times,  I sense He’s not

      ready for me. Sorry, Lord, but one day I will see you face to face since that is Your plan…..The Angels will be on a mad

      run to hide from little ole stinker me! LOL!!  But it’ll happen just the same.

      But cancer, tho I have always thought you would catch up with ME some day, so far  I win.

      So world, keep on turning, keep on chugging onward until we meet our families again.

      BLOG ON!

      There were many more names I could have listed here, but the list was long enough. An update to this story from 2012….my sister is now cancer free for the past six years…awesome.

      At the same time,we have to add that my mom has also become a victim of skin cancer on her face.The first time it was successfully removed.Now she has another patch that may be cancer on the opposite side.Fingers crossed that this time it isn’t cancer.Prayers are being said for more friends than I can even list here.But one prayer fits them all.

      Dear God in Heaven 

      And our Lord Jesus Christ who sits at His side,we pray the day will soon come when no more lives are lost because of that one little cell that becomes millions.

      No more cancer,IJN AMEN 


      What ever!

      Some times I have to wonder why I even bother.

      I mean you put your self on the line and hope what you’ve written might actually get read.

      And just maybe some one will appreciate it, comment on it.

      Especially when you write for a special reason.

      But to write and then to hold my breath for any signs that it was meaningful

       to any one would either turn my face blue or out right kill me.

      Most of these blogaroonies are meant to make people laugh,

      but others are most definitely not funny.

      I’m thinking that giving up on this idea of expressing my thoughts is

      probably a really good plan.

      No one is waiting to see what I think next.

      If any thing, they probably hope there aren’t any more to worry about.

       I will have to think long and hard about ever putting my self on the line again.

      Why bother.

      It’s Snowing in the Kitchen!

      Honestly I thought the problem was just mine, but nope-

      it’s now snowing in the kitchen. Does any one else think that

      $2400.  for a snow cone machine is too much?

      I never expected my brand new REFRIGERATOR FREEZER to be one.

      But now we’ve experienced this  new use for this device…only this time

       the attack was on my daughter.

      Let me explain. To begin with I think that 2:00 may not be the best

      time to go for crushed ice, but she wanted iced tea, a habit that she gets from me.

      When the ice maker didn’t immediately dispense her some nicely crushed ice,

      I told her to give up since the dang thing was making a LOT of noise.

      I disappeared into the bathroom for some quiet time

      and when I came back to the kitchen, my daughter was laughing pretty hard.

      I looked around and the floor looked like a heavy snow had come down.

      She looked at me and said she heard the ice falling and knew it was some place,

      and when she opened the fridge door it came cascading out of the shoot

       backwards into the refrigerator and all over the floor. I am now sporting very wet socks,

      but since I had visited the potty room at least  my pants are dry, because I could not stop

      laughing while I helped to clean up the mess.

      One good thing came out of this whole’s not just me.

      The fridge is out to get us all.

      Memories of Special People

      In our lives we are some times lucky enough to know special people.

      My mom is one of those ladies, an active woman still at the age of  ninety.

      She’s as active physically now as she was at 50 or 60 or even at 40.

      Her mind has started to fade due to dementia, but the love for family and friends has never changed.

      I was also lucky to know and love the best mother in law on the planet.

      Pauline Sheehan  was all about love and family as well.

      She gave the best hugs and loved with an open mind and an open heart.

      When we lost her to breast cancer a few years back at the age of 92,

      we were left with broken hearts and empty arms.. tho we knew she was now with her beloved husband Bob.

      It is so very difficult to say goodbye, even knowing that the ones we love have not gone so very far away.

      And now another lovely, beautiful woman has gone to be with her Lord,

      and with other members of her own family who were waiting for her.

      I didn’t know her, but I can feel the love she gave to her loved ones.

      I can feel the heartache of the family who now misses her.

      Evy, you will be missed by the ones who wish to still feel your warm arms around them.

      But with the Lords permission I know that if they close their eyes and cross their own arms

      they will feel your love surround them.

      The veil that stands between us seems so permanent at times,

      yet Our Lord, in His wisdom, some times gives us glimpses from the other side and to the other side.

      If you have faced this same loss of a loved one, keep in mind how very close they remain.

      Just a breath away, a veil away, but still inside our hearts.

      Love to all the beautiful people still in our lives and those still in our hearts.

      May God always Bless you in a way that you can feel and touch.


      One day there may come a time when some one else actually reads these blogs…woohoo!!!

      wouldn’t that be something? Not sure what, but something  just the same.

      Gee, I’ve got a sister who could come along and read a blog or two,

      but since I’m the big little sister and she’s the little big sister,

      ( Did any one understand that other than family?probably not, since most families

      don’t have one sister who’s four foot ten while the other is five foot six.)

      I’m not sure my sister would actually get what I may be saying.

      She’s a very down to earth retired nurse and me..well I’m still the pesky much taller little sister.

      When you pass your sis up in height when she’s ten and your seven,

      you soon  lose out in the favourite  relative department.

      As the guy in The Beatles movie said..”I can’t help being taller than you.

      It’s not my fault I’m taller.”

      I don’t think that worked out for those two guys, but it did  for Carolyn and me.

      You can’t pick your relatives, but I would’ve picked her to be my sister any way.

      So, Carolyn, welcome back from your long trip…I hope to see you soon.

      Love, VerLen..the big little sis.

      Now for others that might read these here blogs of mine…

      I know for a fact that my friend Kathryn does, and I hope she gets a kick out of them.

      My mom…oh hell no..she will Never have a computer in her house, no way Jose.

      My dad was a very nice and loving man, there’s no question to that.

      But that man HATED computers and no home of his was ever going to have one!

      Even after being gone for fours years, his opinion is strongly enforced in my mom.

      Leonard didn’t  like ’em so no way is Vernus gonna have one.

      Even with my mom’s memories fading quickly away from dementia, she will remember what

      her Leonard liked and didn’t like.

      They met in L.A. at my uncle’s home and the next week my dad asked Vernus to marry him.

      They were married less than two months later, and never in this life did they fight.

      I’m not saying they never felt like it, they couldn’t always agree, but they still didn’t fight.

      Imagine that kind of closeness, and dedication to one another.

      My husband and I don’t fight either, but in my head I have told him where to stick it many times.

      And trust me, he does the same in reverse. I mean it’s me…goodness knows how he’s put up with me

      all these long years. But then we have been married for 40 years

      and known each other 3 years more than that.

      There aren’t too many surprises to be found after all that time.

      Speaking of my husband, he reads some of the blogs,

      or has them read to him, by motor mouth me.

      But there are some I will not show him or read to him.

      When you suffer from depression, some times you write to relieve that inner dark thought.

      But those same thoughts can frighten others who do not understand that you just had

      to get the thoughts over and done with.

      These blogs are usually meant to create a laugh for others,

      but there are some that will make you cry instead.

      If  you should discover one of those and they upset you, then please stop reading.

      Leave ’em laughing..or at least try.

      Caution Needed…

      It appears we really do need to be careful about what we wish for…

      Some body was making fun of a certain pain relieving medication, I mean went after it full force.

      Joking, of course..He meant no harm.

      But now it seems that the advertising community has wreaked revenge on this un-named person’s ankle,

      thus causing him to walk with a cane and even try that dreaded commodity.


      Ahem. getting so serious now. yes, deep breath and continuing.

      Who knew that poking fun at an ad could cause such turmoil.

      It doesn’t seem fair to harm a poor defenseless  male where he plays.

      I mean what if it had been a feminine product that was joked about,

      or even a hemorrhoid cream? I don’t want to think  about what

      the consequences of those jokes might be, do you???

      Tsk tsk, no way, no way, no how.

      I think we may find ourselves needing to prey on, umm, I mean pray for this

      unfortunate male who needs his ankle to heal very quickly now.

      How can he write and record his music while in pain.

      Buck up there,’ll get thru this.I mean I think you will..only Joshing you.

      Take care and may God Bless.


      Religious Freedom…I love this concept..EVERY ONE has the right to chose or not who is God to them..what ever His name, where ever He dwells in the heart of man doesn’t matter to me.. But no one..I mean NO ONE has the right to tell me that I can’t express my own belief in the God who made me. Who I worship, and how I worship Him is MY CHOICE..what you do is also your choice…Let’s give that freedom to every one in a permanent way. But letting others to believe the way they choose to in no way denies me the same right. What’s wrong in America today? While trying to be politically correct we are denying the very same right to our own selves. Freedom is boundaries or limits on ANY ONE!

      Blog or not to Blog..a good Question…

      Blog Blog Blog Blog Blog

      So you sit there for a while and decide what topic to write about.

      Or maybe you sat down already knowing what you wanted to say.

      Pick your seat, (sorry) and then pick your settings and begin the work.

      Should you go for serious or is it supposed to be on the funny side of things?

      I’m more apt to be sarcastic since my husband and I have raised the most sarcastic female on the planet.

      Oh, Thank you, thank you, all applause is happily accepted.

      After you get all your facts and feelings nicely stated and put on paper,

      you hope that your writings will be well accepted,

      or actually read. Wouldn’t that be nice? and lovely comments on your cleverness,

      or quick wit.

      Well good luck if you decide to pick your seat and do some composing.

      Now if you find rejection is just too hard to take,

      write for only you, and maybe a daughter, to read and enjoy.

      Keep in mind that some people are raised by wolves and won’t try to read your wondrous workings.

      Others really won’t care about reading any thing.

      Then there are those who won’t go near it just because YOU wrote it.

      Overall you need to be brave and try it any way.

      If you don’t try because you think you will fail, then you already failed.

      But  to pick your seat and plop that ole rear down and try

      Makes you a winner any way!

      Be Brave and JUST DO IT!!!!!

      Josh Groban, will you retweet.

      Here is the real challenge on Twitter….

      Can you get Josh Groban to actually read, like and then………

      Believe it not…actually retweet you.

      The chances are low, we know that going in.

      You have to be clever, or right on in some gigantic way.

      But how.

      Only Josh knows what’s the right one to accept for retweetment(I think I just coined a new word…WOOHOO!)

      But some times he may find lots of funny ones,

      then there’s a challenge  for him…which  one to retweet.

      Can’t have the crazies out there thinking he’s got favourites.

      Mrs. Josh’s mom..have you been retweeted yet?

      Here’s hoping she’s gotten into the glorious few..or Josh’s mom, whack him one next time he visits,

      but gently so he won’t cry.

      Maybe the women of Josh Groban world on Twitter need to conspire for that perfect Tweet.

      but can we do it??


      Taking suggestions starting in 3…2…1…NOW!!!!!

      Attack Catz..

      If you decide to try Halloween outfits on your cat make sure she’s really in a laid back mood.

      Then, close all the doors and windows so she can’t escape your wonderful treat.

      Line up all the said outfits on the bed, taking care to match up all parts for each costume.

      Then begin the fun.

      Another important thing to remember..make sure you have bandaids

      and medicine nearby.

      There’s always a chance that you’ll be caught up in a serious rebellion.

      Next, begin.The first outfit is usually well received.

      The second…not so have your camera ready as there may be only one chance

      to get that fantastic shot you’re wanting…

      Oh, excuse me a minute, “no, Gracie, that’s not nice.” I have moved calmly away so as to not cause more trouble.

      Now as I was saying, work as fast as you can before…”NOO, Gracie that isn’t very nice.

      Nope. I don’t want my shoes in the toilet..and leave the bandaids alone!”

      Ummmm…does any one know where I can get another box of bandaids in a hurry.

      Like now….Uh oh, gotta run!!I’ll do pictures next year!!!!

      “No, Gracie girl!!!”

      I now have a new cat-hat squirming on my head….and I need to RUN!!!!!!!!!!