One step, then another

 

Healing. Being whole. Fighting. Winning the battle. 

Lots of words thrown around in the cancer realm. 

I pause every time I talk about my cancer to someone. I think- What the heck do I say?!  “I had cancer.” or “I have cancer.” It’s out of my body so it’s had but the journey isn’t over so I just stumble over my words. I don’t know. Eventually this conversation will be easier. I actually even forget at times about it. I feel really good. All these veggies I’m eating 😂, other big lifestyle changes and getting the cancer out of my body has given me new strength. I’m depending on this and Jesus to get me through radiation next month. That seems like someone else’s life too right now, not mine.  Even typing it- craziness. The idea of going 5 days a week to be zapped sounds like a movie, not my reality.

 Let me just say, God is so gracious. I am drawn in by His goodness to me. He is my strength! He is my sustenance. Amen and amen. I’m so thankful for this getaway with my Love before the yuck of therapy. I didn’t know how much I needed it. 

While he’s working in the office, I’ve got a few things keeping me busy. One is exercising. The hotel has new equipment and no one using it. Being at this low elevation has not only made me more alive but guess what- I can run! So run I did. 🏃🏼‍♀️  It felt so good and now, back to crocheting. ☺️ 

Thanks for listening,

Tuna Jones 

Grands and Gramma Happy

 Oh my goodness, can we just take a minute to talk about being Gramma! I love each one of these little pickles. They bring me so much joy. I knew the day would come that I'd have grands running all around and let me say, was quite excited to be a gramma but seriously, when I look at all these kiddos and then look at my own kids, I stop and ask- where oh where did the days go?!  Wasn't it just yesterday that I was making lunches, giving baths, having family movie nights and tucking them in bed? And now I'm watching them do the same thing!

It went by way too quickly.

But now I get to enjoy their children and man, do I ever! Each child is unique, shares a special place in our family and all together make up a whole heap of fun. 

One of my life goals is that every single grand of mine knows me, really knows me and I know them. That I can be there as they grow up, watch them change into young adults, and share amazing moments together that last a lifetime. And they will know just how much Gramma Happy loves them. 💖

Thanks for Listening,

Tuna Jones

Healing-Outside

                                                        Grounding- barefoot and free

 I have learned so much about healing. It’s not just eating well or getting enough sleep. It’s also going outside! Yes, for reals. Anyone that knows me knows, I love being outside. I love my yard, working with my plants, enjoying the sunshine. Problem is the weather changes right about now and I also don’t prefer being cold. Nor do I like wind. Those two will force me inside almost every time. Heat any day over freezing. I don’t mind the cold but that usually equates to looking out the window all the while drinking some coffee and hugging my ever-so-soft blanket. So healing outside is a joy to me. I go hiking when I can or walking with my husband. It's so good for healing; healing the body and the soul, to be in the fresh air and sunshine. 

Ever heard of grounding? Or earthing? Me neither until I started this journey with cancer. It’s so cool and an amazing science. I will not do it justice trying to explain it here in layman's terms, so instead go to this link and read about it.  This podcast is fascinating. Seriously it sounds crazy but it's not. It's you and the ground barefoot. Trust me, I haven't gone off the deep end. Truly. 😂You gotta read up on it! So, I am now practicing the art of grounding whenever I can and when I can't, well I'll use a grounding mat. It's on my Christmas list. :)

So if you haven't been outside today, take a minute and get some fresh air. Take off your shoes and walk around, move your body and let the sun shine down on you! 

Thanks for Listening,

Tuna Jones