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Clocks a ticking

Down to just days to purchase our airline tickets.  Our thirty days are up on April 16th. This means children are ready to leave and us to be there.

Currently I am trying hold iff on surgery fir myself till children are home.  Cancer was not in our plans nor anyone person.  I cried when I watch my first husband slowly die of Cancer.  My plans are to beat it so I can raise our children.

I am just very thankful it was not my child or a friend's child.  I've been ill before but not like this.  Makes a person open their eyes even wider about how easily we tend to place our own needs last.  As parents we stop for our children needs and most times it takes an illness to make one stop.  Seldom do I get ill.  I am a giver, protector and the person that is always there for others.  Seldom I ask for help or need it. 

Both Gary and I are harder workers and stretch ourselves.  Many days and nights we sail by one another in shifts with our children.  Parenting a child with special needs can be hard some days.  Many sleepless nights, countless medical appointments, therapies and medications.  Not a day off did we not appreciate or give thanks for.  Finally when we get everyone's health on good grounds dang if I do not get ill.  Not just ill but something I can not fix. I'm bad about trying to fix things but sometimes God has other plans.  Maybe his way of just slowing me down a bit.  I've had many hard times in my life. Losing my mother, husband Tim, our twins and my Gennie-beanie.  Like the little train that could I kept moving along little by little.

On the 26th of April anniversary of Gennie-beanie earning her wings.  I miss her dearly.  Everything about her I miss ❤.  So happy I know I will hold her and see her again.  Such spunk in such a tiny little soul.

Praying we have enough funds shortly and our new passports arrive so we can travel. But right now we need enough funds for airline tickets and right at 6,000 short for tickets and incountry travels. Both these children are worth way more than this.  I've prayed and prayed for a miracle.  I know our Lord will guide us over this big mountain if worries.  Please again share our children so we can raise these funds.

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