Test Results

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I had the bloodwork done on Wednesday, June 20.  I saw the oncologist on the next day.  He said my B-cells had doubled in volume but there was still no need for treatment yet.  He always tells me I am free to get a second opinion.  I haven’t yet, but may consider it.

I have been making a fruit smoothie almost every morning using an apple (with seeds) first, followed by pineapple, then papya, both of which have been marinated in honey and kept in mason jars.  Then I add lots of blueberries (fresh when I can get them), and a banana or kiwi fruit if there’s room in the blender and still leaves room for juice.

Apparently this has not been sufficient to lower the B-cell count.  I have looked at Ketogenic diet (site says not recommended for cancer patients), Forks Over Knives website (interesting, but I am not going to totally give up meat.  The body needs protein and too many beans causes other problems.)  I also looked at Hallelujah Acres.  This website sells a lot of natural products and supplements as well as suggests a diet regimen.  I will check out the cost of the barley grass juice mix, not only from their site, but from other sources as well.  I am also taking a women’s probiotic, drinking at least one cup of detox tea a day (when I have time), and one cup of Essiac Tea per day.

Ultimately, I will do what I can to be healthy.  The rest is up to the Lord.  Either way, I will be healed–either in this life or the next.  I have this assurance because I have Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.  I don’t have to worry about whether I have done more good than bad in my life,  or whether I got baptized the right way, or lived perfectly and made it to the end.  Jesus offers the FREE GIFT of ETERNAL LIFE (not until we mess up, not if God is having a bad day, or if I forgot to say ‘thank you’ to someone); God created language and knows the meaning of the word ‘eternal’.  He means what He says, and says what He means.

Where will you spend eternity? The offer of salvation is free to everyone who asks.  There is no one too bad, too ugly, too unworthy, or too sinful.  Romans 3:10 says there is none righteous.  Not one single person is righteous in God’s eyes.  Verse 23 says, “For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” Romans 6:23 says, “For the wages of sin (what we earn from our sinful ways) is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.”

John 3:16 says, “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him, should not perish, but have everlasting life. v. 17: “For God sent not His Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through Him might be saved. v. 18: “He that believeth on Him is not condemned:  but he tht believeth no is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.”  What sends people to hell is not the bad things that they have done, but rejection of God’s Son, Jesus, who paid our sin debt.

All you have to do is ask God to save you from your sin and make you a new person.  It is a process.  God doesn’t change everything at once.  He leads us a little at time, putting His finger on what He wants to change.  You don’t have to give up anything to get saved.  Once you are saved, God promises a better, happier life (not all the time; life will always have its own troubles), and also promises to carry us through the tough times when they come.  He promises never to leave us or forsake us.  Sometimes He seems far away.  If I’m not close to God, it is me who has moved.


Writing Prompt from Old Emails

Creative Writing Prompt | Flash Fiction | Short Story | Set the Scene | Writing | RachelPoli.com

I love writing prompts.  They help kickstart my muse (sometimes).   I sure would like to see my books in a library (sigh).  Maybe some day.


In The Library

I was perusing my favorite genre one day, poring over the titles, looking at the covers.  Maybe I would discover a new author.  Hmmm.  I had already read several books by John Grisham, James Scott Bell, Iris Johansen, and Mary Higgins Clark.

Oh, there’s an author I haven’t read before.  The cover had a lot of blue in it (my favorite color) and it had an intriguing title:  “Silent Night.”  Okay, I know this is summer; but maybe it will get me to thinking about what to get for gifts this Christmas ahead of time, not waiting until the last minute.  I love mystery/suspense/thriller but, as a Christian, I don’t want to read intimate love scenes, God’s name in vain, or vulgarity.  For me, those things detract from the story.  They are unnecessary.  I read the blurb on the back.  Yes, I am definitely going to read this book.

Maybe next year it will be my book on the library shelf.  It could happen.

Prompt was copied from:  Time To Write The Scene

Heaven and Hell: Myth or Truth?

Okay,  this is not one of my books.  I received an email about it, read part of it on Amazon.com, and decided it needed a recommendation.  It was written by Michael Yeager about his personal experiences in these realms, given to him by God for the express purpose of reaching out to those who might otherwise never find the truth.  The book is free for the next four days.  Click on the link below to read for yourself.

Horrors of Hell, Splendor of Heaven


Ice Station Zebra

I am currently reading (almost finished) “Ice Station Zebra” by Alistair MacLean.  He’s been dead for years but I really enjoy his books.  They are intriguing political mysteries.  Movies have been made from some of his books:  “Ice Station Zebra”, and “Puppet on a Chain”, to name two.

Mr. MacLean weaves a good tale of espionage, sabotage, and death, leaving clues to help the reader figure out who the bad guy(s) is.  However, like Agatha Christie, he always leaves out one crucial piece of information until almost the very end.

The link to purchase is below.  It is available in print and ebook form.

Happy reading.

Ice Station Zebra

Frienemies Chapter 46 excerpt

While Fawn and Nana talked about furnishings for the new house Angel sat in the office section of the barn at the Browning residence. She was not alone.

The oak chair in which she sat creaked as she sat hunched over her father’s ledgers. The entry that caught her attention was for an account labeled “Jackson Holdings.” The beginning balance figure was astounding. How was it that a poor farmer in a hovel of a house could have such a large sum of money? Was Fawn holding out on her? Either Fawn was very good at keeping things close, or she was not as naive as Angel had always believed, or, and this was probably the truth: the poor ninny had no idea how well off she really was. All the better for Angel. She turned the ledger toward her companion.

Her companion stroked his neatly trimmed beard. “Interesting,” was his only response.

“This explains a few things,” Angel considered. “This is why my father is always giving the Jacksons nice things. It’s their money, not his. I have misconstrued everything. Oh, well. It doesn’t change my plans. Is everything ready?”

Her companion leaned his chair back against a wooden supporting beam. He re-positioned the toothpick in his mouth and spoke around it.

“Just a few loose ends to tie up to avoid complications. Some of that is being done as we speak. Once that’s done, we are set to move. Just don’t try to double cross me. You think you hold all the cards, but I’ve got an ace up my sleeve.”

Angel didn’t blink. She reached across the table, grabbed his wrist, and said, “You think you do. You may think I’m a wild, crazy, brazen harlot, but there’s more to me than that. It is you who had better think twice about stabbing me in the back.” Her next words were spoken through clenched jaws: “I’m not fragile and I don’t break.”


A nicer-than-average brougham pulled up in the yard of the Gardner’s house. The driver looked around and noticed the well-kept yard, vegetable garden, and white wrought iron table and chairs. A hand-carved oak plank hung from a tulip tree by two long lengths of rope. He nodded his head in appreciation. But what really caught his eye was Fawn Jackson playing ring-around-the-rosey with two young girls. They were far enough away, and making enough noise they probably had not heard the plodding of the horses nor the wheels of the carriage. He remained where he sat for some moments, considering the report he would take back to Pipestem.

At length he dismounted the conveyance and approached the front door of the neat two-story farm house. His hand was poised to knock when the door was hastily opened from the inside, Jason Gardner nearly running into him.

Jason took a quick step back as he asked, “May I help you?” It took mere seconds for him to notice the sheen of the sleek black slicker, obviously well cared for. The man’s hat sat perfectly atop a thatch of dark brown hair, neatly trimmed in front while long enough to just touch the shirt collar in the back. The back hair curled slightly below the visitor’s ears.

“Begging your pardon, sir. My name is Justin Forbes. I was told that Miss Fawn Jackson is temporarily housed here.” He removed his hat and held it in his two hands in front of him.

“May I ask the nature of your business with Miss Jackson?” Jason wasn’t about to divulge any information without a good reason.

“Mr. Wiley, the minister of our town, sent me with a message for the young lady. I have not read the letter, but was given to understand that the people of the town are ready to accept Miss Jackson as their teacher.”

Nana took one step at a time as she came down the stairs. “I heard voices and Fawn’s name,” she said.

Ellen rose from her seat as did the visitor. “Indeed you did, Nana. This gentleman is Mr. Forbes. He has come with a letter for Fawn. She. . .”

Jason and Fawn came in at that moment. They both stopped in front of Mr. Forbes. Melanie and Sarah Beth were told to stay outside and play. Mr. Forbes handed Fawn the letter. “I am supposed to wait for a reply,” he said.

Fawn opened the letter as Nana, Jason, and Ellen gathered around her. She read in silence, then handed the letter to Nana. “What should I do?”

Nana sat in the rocker behind her. She read slowly while it seemed the other family members held their breaths. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she handed the letter to Ellen. “What do you think?” she asked her closest friend.

Ellen read the letter and looked at the young man who had brought it. “Excuse us for just a few moments, please. We need to discuss this.”

The two women and Jason exited to the kitchen and sat at the table, the letter face up on that piece of furniture. Nana spoke first.

“Fawn, you need a job. We got ta have money for food and rent. I know ya want to stay here. I know yer worried about leavin’ me. But this would be good for ya, too.”

“But Nana,” Fawn started.

Ellen looked between the two and saw Nana’s set jaw. “Nana, you are most welcome to stay here. . .”