Thank you so much to all who kept Kira and Sergio in their prayers.
Their visa was approved the same day as we found out I needed a heart transplant...and today with the kindness of my niece who works at Delta ...
Kira and Sergio arrived in SLC today!!!
YEA...I Can't quit smiling!!!!
This is my Last Missionary Letter from him:
and this....
just now....
I am so grateful for my kids...they amaze me...and I miss not being around them.
Love you guys! ~MOM
April is National Donate Life Month30 Days to Help Save a Life: What to Do in April
National Donate
Life Month was established in 2003. Every day in April, people across the U.S.
make a special effort to celebrate the tremendous generosity of those who have
saved lives by becoming organ, tissue, marrow, and blood donors and to encourage
more Americans to follow their fine example.
Make it known: I want to be a donor
Register with your State Donor Registry, if available.
Say YES to donation on your driver's license.
Tell your family, friends, physician, and faith leader that you want to be a donor.
Fill out and sign a donor card, have it witnessed, carry it with you.
Tell someone: The need is great and growing.
More than 98,000 people are in need of an organ for transplant.
Each day, about 77 people get the organ transplant that gives them a second chance, but 17 to 19 others die because they did not receive an organ transplant.
I asked my cardiologist if I could go home for Derek to speak in church and report his mission in Indiana. 
She was always classy...
Pretty much would try anything (mom is 2nd from the right)
She taught us girl's to be ladies...
but to have fun doing it...
my aunt Elma Lee and Mom
Mary your talent and kindness is appreciated beyond words.
Kira gave me something to think about...when we were just about done visiting.....she reminded me that how we deal with different challenges will either make it a positive or negative experience.
I love it...
These are "Shadows" gutts and why I get to be out of the hospital...the neat heart med is on a continual flow PICC line.
BUT ...Shadow has a new friend hanging out with him...
I have had to leave my home because Burley is outside the 2 hour radius of the transplant hospital...
Utah.
(this is before the yard was put in )
I am good...
So, my decorations were up a week late, but it is the thought that counts right? And besides I loved the fun look of buttons and glass rocks for my "candy"
Kirk didn't care for my "scrubbing bubbles" sign at the front door....but I thought it was cute.
When I arrived home for my visit...this was waiting for me...
I am so glad that Lelly has started her SPT (SELF PORTRAIT TUESDAY) again
I got to take a wheelchair ride to the woman's center to get my mammosmash, and the tech sees my woobies and goes..."Oh WAIT I need to find the smaller tray"...THANK GOODNESS...I would hate to see what the BIG one would have done!The Mammogram
By Julia Napier©
For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don't ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.
So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.
After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr. Pruitt,
Said I should get a Mammogram.
"O.K." I said, 'let's do it."
"Stand up here real close" she said,
(She got my boob in line),
"And tell me when it hurts," she said,
"Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."
She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooter's in a vise!
My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it's vise-like grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless tit!
"Take a deep breath" she said to me,
Who does she think she's kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine,
And woozy I am getting.
"There, that's good," I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
"Now, let's have a go at the other one."
Have mercy, I was praying.
It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.
Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold.
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steam rolled.
If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone "ker-pow!"
This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I'd like to stick his balls in there,
And see how THEY come out!
By Julia Napier©
"I wrote this poem MANY years ago. For years, I said nothing and just let it hang out there to share. I have seen this poem with several different authors, and to me, this is funny for I actually went through this. I have written poetry for over 20 years and have a website www.napierpresentations.com.
Although this poem is not on my site for the business that I am in really doesn’t require these types of poems, I am flattered to see it on your site. If you need anything like proof of authenticity or copyright please let me know and I will be happy to do so. I just wanted to let you know.
Respectfully,
Julia Napier"
www.napierpresentations.com
So between conference sessions we dyed Easter Eggs
and my Easter Dress?
