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Along Comes Hope Flower Farm

Posted on May 15, 2018 by

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Back in 2016, I worked for a floral magazine here in Birmingham as the digital media specialist. That October they afforded me a trip up to Waterford, VA to cover the very first ever Flowerstock hosted by Holly Chapple at Hope Flower Farm and… Continue Reading “Along Comes Hope Flower Farm”

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Unconditional

Posted on October 25, 2017 by

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Unconditional. In sickness and in health. For better or for worse. March 28, 2015, I married Kevin Tyler Powell and celebrated the hope and assurance of all of these things as I said, “I do.” I had no idea what our lives would bring… Continue Reading “Unconditional”

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Triggerrrrssss. Went to a dermatology appointment this morning but had to cross through this section of the hospital. It’s the place I sat in the patient transport wheelchair after I got my drain pulled from my neck and they confirmed it was cancer. It was the LONGEST 5min of my life waiting for K.T. to get the car. And it immediately makes me anxious when that scene floods back in. Trying to be thankful for that moment of humility this morning. I was there —> now I’m here. Onward. #goneglandagone #parotidectomy #salivaryglandcancer
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I took a drive today. I rolled the windows down, opened the sunroof, and turned my music up. Sounds pretty normal, right? Sure. But it’s a normal that used to be uncomfortable for me. Since my surgery in 2017, the left side of my head and neck were either numb or very tingly. It almost feels like an electrical spark when it’s touched and strands of hair whipping it relentlessly wasn’t what I would call fun (or normal 😜). But today, about 30 minutes into my drive…it hit me…the nerves have finally regenerated enough not to hateeee interstate car rides with the windows down! We back, y’all! #steppingstones #goneglandagone #parotidectomy
| July 6th, 2021 | 4 years since the day I went in to get a benign tumor taken out and woke up to a cancer diagnosis. I spent much of my day reflecting on the details and the moments that have carried us to today. As we sat down for dinner and connected for the first time today, everything flooded back in. KT walked back through the moments following the phone call that gave him the news from the OR, and we remembered the first time I heard that story curled up in the hospital bed that night. We talked about the irreplaceable bond us between us because of the helpless moments of dependence and brokenness that we faced. And we sat in awe of the unbelievable blessings we’ve been afforded since. The Lord is good. The Lord listens to us and feels for us. And the Lord is still working on my heart. This day still shatters my heart into pieces (even when my heart feels the hardest) and, in some ways, I hope it always does. I sobbed and snotted into my CFA chicken strips tonight and I finally admitted that every single dang moment of this journey has been really, really hard, no matter what impression you got. May July 6th always remind me what it felt like to face mortality at 28 and what a sovereign God we serve. Onward and upward! #goneglandagone #cancersurvivor #parotidectomy
Allll aboard! 🚂 One way ticket to continued cancer freedom! Ya girl got clear scans last week, and I’ve taken some time to process what that means to me these days. I don’t ever want to get used to hearing things are stable and that there is no evidence of disease. Ever. But I’d be lying if I said the emotions walking into scans are the same as they used to be. Does anyone ever go to enough doctors appointments that it drops the emotion and fear and it moreso feels like a trip to the grocery store? Like just something you have to do…again? Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve had enough scans at this point to willingly get stuffed in that tiny tube and accept the short nap I’m about to take. Bleh. I never on my most hopeful days thought I would walk into scans mostly carefree. Kind of makes me gag actually. What happened to me? Am I numb? Am I healed? Have I lost all care and empathy? I don’t know yet. But until I do…I know I’m still cancer free. To God be the glory. #goneglandagone
While this is intended to help with #covid19 trauma and all that has happened in our world this last year, I couldn’t help but think of my cancer journey and how those 5 things rang (and still ring true) for me.

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