Beautifully Broken

      It was early this morning when I wrote this entry out. While the rest of the world slept,   I was awoken with excruciating pain that radiated from my bladder to my back and shooting down both legs. I had been sleep for a hour, only to be woken from this horrific disease. This entry will be a personal update of what is going on in my life right now, Not just with my IC, but other circumstances that I wish I didn’t have to write about. Yet I know as much as I hurt, and as much as im overwhelmed by these trails, I know God is there in the midst, I know many of you are in the same boat or close to it, my heart breaks for each of you.     It was about 1am when I sat down on the couch to write this out this morning. It was so quiet outside I could hear the crickets chirping and the clock ticking by.I heard God say be STILL…… then the lyrics to Carries Underwood’s song Jesus take the wheel came to my mind.”Jesus take the wheel, take it from my ha...

Good evening readers. I wanted to write another entry in my blog before the end of the month of August. I know next month is IC Awareness month. Like many of you im brainstorming ideas to do, in my part in getting the word out there more. But this last entry for the month is just going to be poems to encourage you all as you make your way through this crazy maze of a journey called IC.                                                     “I’m praying you through”     Its so hard at times to take courage, to take life and to run with it, To rise above the hurt and agony inside our bodies and outwardly too, To press on, when the world and those who don’t understand say cruel heartless things to us. When the pain is unbearable; whe...

      She walks into the Urologist office, sits down in the waiting room and waits for her name to be called. She has been in pain, relentless pain; she has had all she can possibly take. She goes in with a attitude that no one is going to push her around anymore, yet when the doctor enters, her demeanor changes and she is silenced by his knowledge and thinks he knows better. The words he speaks are knife cutting, “why won’t He believe me”?    I felt compelled to write a entry about being real, about not putting on a façade for our doctors sake. We might at times have a tendency to not be completely honest with our doctors at times. Do we feel the need to walk into a doctor’s office and appear that all is fine, with a nice pretty smile and when asked how we feel, we feel intimidated or afraid to tell them like it is. This is not helping our cause, its damaging our cause.    We want our doctors to be kind, understanding and compassion...

This entry is dedicated to my dear close friend and IC sister Dale Washington. The end of June I had the privilege of meeting my first IC sister face to face. That experience was a memory that will live in my heart forever.    Having the support of my IC sisters online has been amazing. Some we text each other, but to meet one face to face, puts these friendships into a whole new light. I’ve meant to write this dedication right after she left, but I got very sick physically and emotionally, but I had not forgot, I wanted to write a special entry just for her. Having the support of these women in the ups and downs, the good and the bad and the ugly of having these diseases is what has kept me going.           They’ve each played a role in helping me by encouraging me and offering their opinion on valuable advice on different treatments to try and resources.   So when Dale and I became close, it was if we had known eac...