Alright Sports-Fans, Buckle-Up.

Because this is a gonna be a blast.

A blast of information that will take you like a roller coaster through some very big changes, some drops, some twists, and ultimately, to a really high-high hope.

And maybe, just maybe, we’ll find ourselves at the top, and we’ll cut loose the straps, and find ourselves flying.

It’s the Great Hope anyway.   And I’m here to tell you about it.

I’ve noticed that sometimes my posts don’t get posted to Facebook.  And I’ve noticed, also, that email versions of these posts are publishing from the name of a friend of mine, instead of my own, if you are subscribed to receive emails of my RSS feed.  Its odd.  I don’t get it.  Have I been hacked?  Who knows?  Honestly, this whole technology thing is only barely under control.  It’s like we’ve created a giant pit bull, like the size of a horse, and we’ve got a tiny little leash on him, a collar that’s more stylish than practical, and then he spies a human friend he desperately wants to lick and cuddle, and his tail is going crazy so we are ducking from it, and now suddenly he’s chasing a squirrel, and then he sees a ball fly overhead so he’s leaping, and we are barely holding on, and now he’s rolling in the grass, and now he’s stopped and is sniffing and so we think the worst is behind us until he takes a big poop… and we really don’t want to pick it up and carry it around with us.

Anyway.  Technology is not the Great Hope.  We are.  Because we are some pretty fierce, determined, crazy, inventive, observant, and thoughtful creatures capable of synthesizing extraordinary amounts of information and experience.

It’s true.

Let me get back on track.

Pit bulls and poop aside, I have some SERIOUS hope for Adahlia right now.  Yes, I know my pervious post was pretty melancholic and depressing.  BUT — I found out a few things I could not have foreseen.

First, and quite happily, I must announce:  She is NOT making antibodies to donated blood.  Repeat:  she is NOT making antibodies to donated blood!

I am so thrilled.  It is such a relief for us. We are SO relieved.

Honestly, its a baffling scenario.   I asked the nurses about it this past week, at her last transfusion.  They brought me the results of her Antibody Screen:  NEG.  She had zero antibodies against blood.

I had been expecting a much different response.

Confused, I asked them, “What about the last two times, when the blood had to be special ordered and shipped in from another facility, and we were here until 7 pm at night? And the time before that, when it didn’t take quite so long, but still took 2 hours longer than normal?”

“Well, it’s possible to make antibodies against blood and then have those antibodies go away.”

“That doesn’t really make any sense.  Isn’t whole point of antibodies (against viruses or anything) is that it is the body’s memory.  They don’t go away for what we vaccinate for, but do go away when it comes to blood?”

They agreed with me that it didn’t make sense, but said it does happen.

“Let’s check,” they said.

So they went and pulled Adahlia’s antibody reports for the last three months.  They brought them to me:  All Negative.

According to her medical chart, Adahila has zero antibodies against blood.  She never did.  The nurses are stumped.  They don’t know what happened during the last two transfusions, why it took so long for her blood to arrive, why I was told that they had to order “safer” blood from an outside facility, who it was who told me she was making antibodies, or why the antibody results haven’t been posting to my view in her myChart account since January (they are there now).

To hear that she is not making antibodies is the only possible good news that I could have received from the hospital on the subject.  It’s wonderful.

I have no idea if it was a miscommunication or a true miracle.  But Adahlia is still in the precarious clear.  Thank you, thank you, thank you, God!

Second:  Adahlia’s ferretin (a measure of iron overload) is only 276.  I feel like I should bold that or make it bigger somehow.  276!!  (There.  That’ll have to do.)

This is huge.  Like, the aforementioned horse-sized pit-bull huge.  I’m not sure if I know any other DBA people over the age of 2 with ferretin measures below 300.  (Feel free to comment if you do!)   She has dropped down from over 1600 to 276.  !!!  !!!

Now, ferretin is an imperfect measure.  As I’ve said earlier, it could also mean that her body simply is not fighting as many sub-clinical infections as before.  (Which is good news and something we’ve been working towards.)   It could mean she has less general, systemic inflammation.  (Also good news, as systemic inflammation = bodily destruction & death.)  I don’t know if it means her organs have barely any iron in them, but we are really hopeful that is the case.  And if its not — its still great news.

Third:  Adahlia is on a Chinese herbal formula that makes me squiggle with excitement.  It’s a blood-building formula that specifically targets the spleen and liver in Chinese medicine theory.   It is our GREAT HOPE.   I have been waiting for this formula for years.

Now, that might be confusing to you.  “Why wait?  Why not just use what you think will work?”

The answer, friends, is Therapeutic Order, or the idea that you cannot give something to someone before their body is ready for it.  In other words:  you’ve got to clear out the infections, the pathogens, and any underlying problems, and then you’ve got to restore integrity to the body (the gut) and functionality to the digestive and absorptive processes, before you can go about tonifying or strengthening anything.  You’ve got to do what the body needs; you can’t just jump ahead.  There are all sorts of reasons for this — my favorites are the ancient ones — but this isn’t the place to go into it.

The point is:  Adahlia first tried this formula in late June, around her 4th birthday.  She took it for about a week and then started complaining of really bad belly pain immediately after taking it.  Then, she started vomiting after taking it.

I reviewed her formula — there was nothing in it that should have made her sick.  And her gut wasn’t hurting her after eating any other foods, and we’d done such work to heal it.  I contacted my mentor, and he likewise reviewed her formula, reporting back to me that he was baffled.  I agreed to give her a half-dose to see what would happen.

She vomited.

So we stopped the formula.  Poor Boo — it just wasn’t worth it.  Both my mentor and I figured something must have gone wrong… it just didn’t make any sense.  So I told him we’d put it on hold til we could fly out again to see him and test the formula again.

Soon thereafter, Adahlia got a transfusion.  But what I didn’t get was the heads up that she was making RBCs!  For the first time since January, she had baby red blood cells, or reticulocytes in her bloodstream.  It was double the amount of those she had made in January.  It was still not enough to mean she was making her own blood — it was not even considered a “normal” amount of them.  But they were there.  I hadn’t realized because I had not even thought to check. I was so used to the report being “unable to detect — below instrument linearity” that I was simply unaware.

So, for over a month, she did not take any herbal formula. We went back to see my mentor, and we retested the formula.  With relief, but confusion, we found her body responsive to the formula, as well as favorably responsive to the individual herbs.  So why the belly pain and vomiting?  Was it just her body’s reaction to doing something it had never done?  Was she reacting to the idea of truly “coming into” this world, by making her own blood?

We found that her body wanted an increase of Bai Shao, White Peony, which is effective for reducing abdominal cramps.  So he wrote out a prescription for us to add an increased amount of Bai Shao to the existing formula.  Also, we’d add more Gan Cao (licorice), to smooth out the formula and help it be slower-released.  And my mentor almost stopped there.

“What about a down-bearing herb?” I asked.  “We need something to make the formula go down, to keep her energy down, so that it doesn’t rise back up.”

He thought about it a moment.  He tried a couple herbs.  She strongly wanted one, an herb I personally think tastes great, but is a bit spicy.  He was concerned she might not like it.  So he offered me this plan:

• Add the gan cao and bai shao in appropriate dosage
• If that doesn’t work, and the abdominal pain persists, add an extra amount of bai shao  (provided to me in a separate baggy)
• If that doesn’t work, add in the bai dou kou, the down-going herb (also provided in a separate baggy)

Good plan, I thought.

So we tried it.  Adahlia first took the formula with the added gan cao and bai shao.  She said it tasted icky.  But we made a game of it, and she took it.  She did not have belly pain. She did not vomit.  Success!!  And that was the lunch dose.

Later that night, I gave her the evening dose.  She had no pain, and we sat down to watch a movie together.  Suddenly, she announced, “I have to puke!” and we ran to the bathroom.  She retched out an amazing amount of food and liquid.   But when I asked her, ashe claimed to have no pain.  She just suddenly needed to puke.

The Bai Shao was working.  The abdominal pain was gone.  But still, the formula came back up.  And we needed this formula in her.  While I cannot express to you how perfect this formula is for building one’s own ability to make blood and balance hormones (simply because you don’t have all the years of background in Chinese medicine education and I don’t have the time… its no fault of your own), you must believe me.  It is perfect.

So, I skipped the second baggie of Bai Shao and added the Bai Dou Kou (which is cardamom, for the curious).   I also gave her only half the dosage of the total formula, just because I feared that if she puked again, she’d refuse to try it again.   And then I waited.

And it stayed down.

And its stayed down since then.

Now, I know what you are all thinking.  How can spices and food-grade substances be medically therapeutic?

1. Because they are high-quality or high-grade
2. Because they are being used in a carefully balanced and designed formula in conjunction with other medical herbs, some of which are not food-grade
3. Because we are using specific dosages
4. Because food is medicine
5. Because very wise, ancient sages have recorded how to use these herbs effectively and we are benefiting from their experience, mistakes, and successes
6. Because everything has a frequency or vibration or energy and that’s what we are manipulating with both the individual herbs and the larger chinese herbal formula
7. Because we’ve been conditioned to think that only pharmaceuticals are strong enough or capable of medically helping us, and that’s simply false.

I was so relieved to discover that she is now able to keep the formula down!  I contacted my mentor to let him know of the success, and now we wait and see.

Over the next week, I plan to increase her dosage of herbal formula 0.5 grams from 1.5 grams to 2 grams, 3 times per day.  The week after, I will try to increase it up to the full 3 grams, 3 times per day.

How has she been acting?  Well, she’s only been taking it two days, but I can report that she has been a little moodier than normal.  She’s been irritable and aggressive, not unlike the children who go on a steroid trial in the hopes of going into remission.  Its not quite that extreme, but it is noticeable to the observant parent.  She has also been wanting to sleep more, and yet, seems a bit high strung.  She has certainly been eating more.

I am contemplating letting her off the hook a bit on our specialized diet, so that she can get all the carbs and energy she needs to make her own blood, if that is indeed what she is doing.  Last night, for example, she wanted to eat a banana and it was nearly 9 pm.  That is not normal for her.  I let her have it, and she ate half.

This formula is our GREAT HOPE.  We’ve cleared the sub-clinical infections, and, I think, her body is ready to agree to stay here.  She doesn’t need to abandon her ship anymore.  We’ve designed a formula that should, by all accounts, do some amazing and much needed work in her body.   Her spleen and liver are supported.  She should be able to digest now.

She should be able to transform food into blood.

We shall see.

Prayers, love, light, and friendship, are always welcome.  Thank you for joining us on this journey!!  I pray, pray, pray, that this is our breakthrough… this is our moment.

But even if its not, I don’t see myself giving up.  We’ll adapt.  We will try new herbs.  We will tweak what we are doing to meet new information and try a new direction.

Because its possible.

And giving up has never really been my thing.

Lov,e.

There are those who say, “time marches on.”  Many will quip, “history repeats itself.”  

Amongst such folks, the general consensus is that time is not generous nor forgiving. It moves forward only.  You cannot go back. Or, as still others like to advise, “you cannot change the past.”

But, there are those who say otherwise.

Some people, most of them on the fringe of normal society, say you can heal events not only in the present, but forward and backward through time.

For me, that was one of THOSE things.  You know, something that a Teacher says to you that is stated simply, clearly, and decisively and exists for them regardless of whatever anyone else has to say on the matter.  Something that hits you like a whollop.  Something that sets them a bit apart, and makes you wonder who, exactly, it is that you’re speaking to.  And what, exactly, is possible.

Though my Teacher was the first person who ever spoke to me about this subject at any length (and didn’t get immediately get categorized by my scientific and bougousie mind as crazy), she was far from alone.  In the healing community, moving forward and backward through time, viewing time as something fluid, not recorded, is not that strange.  And while I wonder at how many people have successfully done it, the truth is that it IS possible.

You can heal events that happened long ago.  You can remove the trauma or “wound” of such events.  You can change how that event was experienced, processed, and stored in the body.  

And if you can change the relevance or meaning of the past,  then, yes, you change not only the past, but also the present and future.

Just yesterday, I’m not certain why exactly, my partner felt compelled to say that he saw a thing where Tony Robbins worked with a guy who had been stuttering since he had learned to talk.  Robbins asked him about his earliest memory, asked him to go there mentally, and did (according to my partner) “some sort of tapping thing.” 

(It was probably EFT or a derivative, which is based on the acupuncture energy channels, and has to do with freeing “stuck” energy from key reservoirs of energy information in the body.)

According to my partner, with Robbins’ encouragement to go back into that moment, the man began shouting, and visibly had some sort of huge catharsis.  

And then, as if it had never existed, the stutter was gone.

Why share all this?

Well, first of all, because it’s important information.  The idea that we can release or change the trauma of our past is both empowering and liberating.

Second, because it explains a bit of my current approach to Adahlia.  No, I’m not going to stop the diet or herbs or anything else.  But I’m ready to add something new.

You see, she has a “genetic” blood disorder.  I am the most likely carrier (for reasons we don’t need to go into again as I’ve stated them in earlier posts), and I probably have “non-classical DBA,” which means I have the gene but am able to make my own blood.  We now believe my grandmothers first daughter, my mother’s older sister, who “happens” to share my own birthdate (just many decades prior), died at 4 months of DBA, and that her rural hospital simply did not know what to do with the ailing child.  

(Aside: in the healing circles such as I’ve mentioned, it’s not likely a coincidence that I share this deceased child’s birthday. Also, her name was Carol Ann.)

Here’s the thing, friends.

Genetic diseases have triggers.

DNA is a fluid molecule, capable of changing and “storing” experiences as changes to itself. And let’s be honest: we understand very little about it.  Most of it we’ve labeled “junk” and say it seems to have no purpose.

(Right. Because we can point to so much of Nature and say, “there is no purpose to those wings that bird has,” or “see, humans have gills they don’t need,” or whatever.  No, Nature abhors a vacuum. There is a critter for every niche.  And Nature doesn’t (and wouldn’t) waste a lot of energy creating and copying vast strings of information that serve no function.)

And, if you can go “back in time” and change information processing and storage in a living person, then  you can also affect such trauma through generations. As my Teacher professed, you can heal one person, and release countless through the line, both forward and back.

At this point, I cannot number the ways, therapies, herbs, foods, and other “things” I’ve done to try to heal my daughter.  And like I’ve said, they have not been futile.  She’s come a long way in many ways.  

But she still doesn’t make enough red blood cells to survive.

And I’m starting to grasp the meaning of a psychic’s suggestion that the answer I’m looking for for her won’t be found in conventional medicine.

I’m starting to go back to my energy healing roots, and to wonder if it may not be found in diet or herbs either.

There is a “stress” and hormonal component to DBA expression. 

There is a suggestion of some sort of event or trauma, something so “bad” it was encoded into the family line.

Something that sometimes expresses itself, effectively saying, “This planet ain’t safe and good.  We are out of here.  We are going back up to the spirit realm.”

I’m starting to think that my next step is to play (it’s actually intense work, who am I kidding, but it’s cool work) with these ideas more deeply.

I’m starting to think that I need to renew and readdress traumas she may have experienced in the womb or shortly after birth.

I need to see if I can lift a trauma that perhaps happened hundreds of years ago, to an unknown person of our line.  

I need to see if I can “re-write” at least the expression of our code, if not the actual material.  

And if I could… It would be the greatest gift I could ever give this family.

With Adahlias DBA, traveling through the US is difficult.  She gets low in blood after 2 weeks.  There are concerns about flying.  Extended stay anywhere is impossible.  Travel out of the country… just a lost dream.

And such restriction has been hard on my wandering soul.

But perhaps I’ve been missing an opportunity.

Whenever one door closes, another opens.

Perhaps it’s time for me to explore and own for myself those reality-shattering understandings my Teacher held.  To make them more than recited and theoretical knowledge, but truly real in the only way that exists — through personal knowledge or experience.

Perhaps, it is time for time travel.

I don’t know if I can do it.

But I think it’s time to try.

If you are one of my healer-friends who also exist on the fringe of normal, I would appreciate all your love, light, and energetic support as I walk into this new dark.  

Lov,e

These heartbreaking words were mournfully uttered by Adahlia, this morning, after she spit out her broth on her clothes and, sighing, I had to go find her a change of clothes before I could take her to “camp.” (Its really just her preschool, and there’s not much difference between playing at “school” and playing at “camp,” and that’s fine with me.  It’s just about childcare at this point, so that we can make ends meet.)

Honestly, this mama is tired.

And I agree with Adahia whole-heartedly.

Unfortunately, I have no good news to report.  She only went 3.5 weeks between transfusions.  Her hemaglobin dropped rapidly in the last 6 days, from 9.1 to 7.2.  (That’s rapid.)  We didn’t get home from the hospital yesterday until 8 pm.  The transfusion took so long because she’s begun making antibodies to donated blood.  This is not good news.  The only consolation here is that there are over 20 antibody types — so while, yes, it will get trickier and trickier to find safe blood for her, there’s not yet “a need to panic.”

Great.

She hasn’t been taking her Chinese herbs — she stopped a few weeks ago as she started complaining of belly pain and even vomiting after taking them.  Plus, ever since her birthday on July 3rd, we’ve been “cheating” on her diet, giving her gluten-free this or that, or other treats.  Is any of this connected to her “burning through” her blood?

I don’t know.

Honestly, this sucks.  I’m trying super, super hard to remain positive but I’m pretty low.  And I appreciate this blog, and the readers, and hope you don’t feel I’m dumping on you.  It does me a world of good to be able to convey what weighs on my heart.  I hope it doesn’t affect your day negatively; that is certainly not my intention.

In many ways, Adahlia is incredibly healthy.  And I would have NEVER guessed how low she was in blood based on how she both looks and acts.  So I know that all the support we’ve been doing for her system has helped…

… I just agree with her.  I want it to be easier.  I would love to be able to feed her breakfast, without nagging at her to drink her vegetable juice or broth.  I would love to just give her the food she likes.  I would love to not give her medicine every day, multiple times per day.  I would love to not feel bad about not giving her medicine or missing a dose.

People aren’t supposed to live like this, honestly.  Every day shouldn’t be full of the pressure of what must be done because we are trying to save her life and crossing our fingers that something will work.  That’s kind of what it comes down to.

I am tempted to give it all up.  To just pretend like I know nothing, and to just eat whatever we want.  To stop doing herbal medicines and drinking broth and juicing fresh vegetables.

Like Adahlia, I just want us to be happy.  I want it better.  Its been so hard.

But I also know myself, and I know that there is little chance I’ll give up.

We are considering steroids again.  And, honestly, I’m not sure if I can do that.  Its so much to ask of me… when it comes to medicine and motherhood, in a way, ignorance is bliss.  And considering how I’m knowledgeable about how steroids burn out the adrenals and cause adrenal insufficiency, can cause diabetes and all sorts of hormonal/endocrine problems… and joint problems, and bone problems… yes, even in children… and they taste nasty, fellow DBA moms have stories of their children literally spitting it back it their face… so again, it would be yet another nasty medicine I’m forcing on her… and stories of moms who say that their child goes into rages after every dose of steroids… that they must endure 2 hours of hitting, hair-pulling, and screaming….

At least, with the Chinese medicine, yes, it doesn’t taste good, but I have known it only to be helping.  Not hurting.  (Up until this last formula anyway.  We are baffled as to why she vomited it back up.)   With steroids, I would know I am poisoning her.  That I am destroying her deepest energy reserves.  Even if it does “work” and help her make blood.

And the idea of doing that to her just rips me apart inside.  God, it just sucks.

But honestly, we don’t have time to dwell on it sucking, either.  I gotta leave for training for my new job.  I am grateful for it, even though I certainly never imagined myself doing it.

What is it? Bartending.  Something I did about 8 years ago, and I was overqualified for it back then.  But that’s okay.  The owner and manager are nice, and the atmosphere is friendly and open.  Its a Tibetan fusion restaurant, so the place is all mandalas and fresh herbs and wood carvings and even a real prayer wheel.  Its a brand-new restaurant.

Honestly, I am looking forward to it.  Working in medicine gets so HEAVY.  And my family has enough heavy.  I live it daily; I can’t escape it.   And the funny thing is, people deeply appreciate the healing work I do; they are amazed by it; they value it.  After providing a treatment to someone, the atmosphere is different.  Lighter.  Opened.  Expansive.

But healing often challenges people to give up things they don’t want to give up.  To change in uncomfortable ways.  And its tough.  People aren’t sure they can go through the dark to get to the light.  (Heck, sometimes, I’m not even sure I can.)

People kind of just want it to be better, now.  And many don’t understand that reiki and acupuncture have the ability to indeed make it better, right now, and immediately.  But they do know that a stiff drink will make them feel better.

People just want to be happy.

And cocktails are fun and festive. Even glamorous.

And I get it; I really do.

My schedule is now even more daunting … somehow, I’ll be making three meals per day plus snacks for the three of us comprised only of whole foods and no grains or starches, and simmering broths and grinding juices, and preparing up to four medicines for Adahlia per day, and bartending three nights a week plus one day shift, and offering acupuncture and health services at least two days a week and doing my writing and integrative advocacy work, as well as all the other chores that come from running a household. 

It’s a lot.  But the situation demands it.  These past two years, we’ve been earning just enough to be slowly back-sliding.  We need a big change in income if we are going to keep eating this way, purchasing medicines and supplements, or I am ever going to open a clinic that operates at its own location (i.e., it has its own full-time address, and is not a dedicated space out of my home or operated part-time at someone else’s place).   This new routine will be exhausting, but it offers the potential for change.  And it might also be fun.

May we all feel good, truly good, about who we are, and where we are, right now.

Lov,e.

It’s the night before Adahlia’s 4th birthday.

And I had just written a quick Facebook post about how excited we all were… how I’m spoiling her, but I can’t help it, because every month its a miracle she’s still here, and with all the complications and big health scares, she is still, somehow, about to celebrate four years with us (nearly five if you count the time in my belly).

We finished icing her cake and cupcakes, decorated as per her request: pink icing, star sprinkles, flowers, butterflies, a bumblebee making honey, Hamiya (our cat), and her own name.

And then, as I’m getting her ready for bed, she says:  “I can’t wait for my last birthday!”

And then:  “Tomorrow is my last birthday!”

“Last” birthday?  Such as phrase has never escaped her mouth before.

She’s always said “fourth” birthday.

Each time she said “last birthday,” my jaw tightened.  My muscles around my heart constricted and I stopped breathing.

So, naturally, I could not say anything.

And once that moment passed, both times, I merely continued the joyful exclamations:  “It’s going to be wonderful!  I can’t wait!”

But, I mean, shit.

And all I have to say to Spirit on that one, is NO.

Of course, I understand that I really don’t have much of a say, ultimately, though I’m free to put up as much of a fight as I want, and to make my desires and intentions plainly known, as a co-creator of the divine plan.

And my vote is:  No!

I mean, come on.

Why am I relaying this to you all?  Why am I being “Miss Debbie Downer” right before her birthday, on a super holiday weekend promising all sorts of delights?

Well, because I’ve promised to write this blog honestly.  And while I do still promise to follow up this post with joyful pictures of her birthday celebrations, I also need to share that this happened.

Because it sucked.  It cast a bit of a shadow.   Ignorance is bliss… right?

Maybe.  But maybe we’re not meant to remain ignorant children forever.

Maybe we’re meant to figure out how to be joyful even when Shit SUCKS.

And so, maybe its a gift.

Because truth is, I cannot tell the future.  Is there anyway to know if this was just the random babbling of a child or the revelation of heavenly prophecy?  No.

Just in case, I’ll be sure to live it up tomorrow.  To make this weekend — and this upcoming year of her life — the most FANTASTIC series of moments yet.

Dammit, I WILL find a way to dance in the rain and not give a hoot about the future.

About any false and meaningless constructs.

I will break into a enlightened state of being where the future doesn’t exist and therefore does not need to be feared or mourned, despite what anyone (of any title, degree, or reality) tells me to the contrary.  A place where nothing exists except what is.

And that’s the fact that she’s still alive, we’re both still here playing, and anything can happen.

Adahlia has become very adamant recently that she doesn’t want any more transfusions.  The other day, she skinned her knee very badly and it bled profusely.  Exalted, she showed it to me, saying:  “Look, Mama, I AM making my own blood!”

Whether she is or not, I know it is up to me to find a way to clear the grief and sorrow of motherhood just as surely as all of its ignorant joys (joys that can be so easily squashed), to make room for something brighter, something everlasting, something timeless.

Something true.

Its a heck of a soul challenge — these sorrows and joys of motherhood are ancient, biblical, and have been ingrained into the very fabric of our DNA… but I accept.

I will clear it.  I will live in Light and Wisdom.  I will move into and through and transcend this experience.

And as I work to reclaim and remain cognizant of this ultimate reality, if you have a moment on Sunday, July 3rd, I want you to picture Adahlia in your mind, surrounded by a bubble of bright golden light.  And I want you to see this light pouring into her, infusing her, igniting the diamond-white light of her own life force, and then flowing back out again in an even brighter bubble of golden and diamond light, a light that will sustain, keep, and protect her for twenty, thirty, and even sixty more years.

Thanks for coming along on this ride.

Lov,e.