SearchingFrog

My sister has cancer. She’s had it for a few years and has had 5 surgeries for it so far. They know they can’t cure it now, they’re just giving her time. She goes in this Friday for another try at getting one of the tumors. She has a rare cancer called Schwanomma or malignant nerve sheath.
She’s my only sister and we’re so close. I’m not ready to lose her. I know there’s all kinds of suffering in this world but losing someone you love hurts so badly.
Every minute that we have is a gift. I pray that my sister will live at least a year longer. I’m not ready yet.

I am drawn to this part of history. I can’t get enough of them and wonder why. Someday I will see this place.
At one time a friend brought some beads and carvings taken from the Anasazi dwellings (taken years ago, before laws prohibited it) and I held them in my hands. I felt so privileged. Can it get any better than that?

I’m the volunteer director of a crisis line dealing with domestic and sexual violence. We’re a rag tag group of women who work on a grant (shoe string really) and fight for every penny we can get.
I’m trying to figure out ways to fundraise, but this is a financially depressed area. I will find a way, it just may take time. It’s too important to me and I will not fail.