The good, the bad, and the ugly

 I realized that it had been over a week since I wrote, and that my last post had been very emotional. I figured it was time to take a moment to sit down and try a change of subject.
 First, a recap of the week.

 On Monday I realized that we had only 6 weeks left before we had to report to MO, and I didn't yet have a place to live, nor a single thing packed.

 On Wednesday the biggest storm in the last 40 years blew through the south, killing the most people in recorded history. (obviously, this doesn't include hurricanes - but most for tornados ever) My in-law's county was one of the worst hit in GA. My sister's town was completely obliterated. None of my family was hurt, but the damage around us has been so painful to witness.
 But the miraculous stories of survival have been beautiful to hear, so, as always, I try to focus on the positive.

 On Friday I finally went to the Neurologist and got a second opinion about my seizures. The new doctor disagreed with pretty much everything the old doctor had done/said/not done. He was very eager to see the results of the tests done so far, but thinks that I am having localized partial seizures, not absence seizures.

 I know, I know, boring, boring. It was just exciting for me to have a doctor that 1) Seemed to be interested in actually talking to me and 2) Seemed to be interested in actually making me well.  The last neurologist ignored me until I begged for attention, left it up to me to find and suggest possible solutions, and then wrote prescriptions for what I requested, which an occasional suggestion thrown in. I told mom I learned more from my 30 minutes with this new doctor then I had in the entire three years I have been dealing with this.
 The only downside to his aggressive, proactive take on treatment is that he shares all the options up front. For example, "if higher dosage or different kinds of medicine don't get this under control, we can always try brain surgery."

 Not quite ready to talk about cutting my head open - thanks anyway.

 Saturday I helped a military friend move into her new place. My lovely little country girl moved into the city. She is in a fairly quite neighborhood, and her hubby will only be 15 minutes from Dobbins ARB, but that also leaves her only 5 minutes from I-75 in one of the most crowded areas surrounding Atlanta. She will have some adjusting to do - but will have some lovely shopping near by!

 Now, let me skip back in time just a little.

 Easter Sunday -

 We really like to do the family thing around here. We managed to get all four sisters, the husbands that were available, and the parents of two of the husbands too. Plus, we added a grandmother, just for good luck! It was a blast.

 My handsome boys in their new Easter outfits. 

My adorable mommy and daddy.

 Emilee's mother in law, the wonderful Barbara

 Andy's parents Dane and Ellen and the adorable baskets they brought for the boys. 

 Skyping with a loved one who couldn't be there. 

 While we had all four sisters together, we couldn't resist "posing". The last time we managed to get all four together for a photo shoot was a week after my "big" seizure, and I really don't think I was looking my best- not that I can ever compete with my beautiful little sisters!

We know how to have fun! 

This is not really one of my favorites, but I had to laugh at it. 

We are in age order... and our skirts are in length order. Pretty funny! 

 Our wonderful photographer, Travis. (and sister number three, Kelsey)

 Sister number two, and her other half, Kevin. 

I am so very glad to have my little sisters as some of my best friends. 

I truly can't imagine life without them. 

I hope your Easter was filled with family, friends, and joy in the celebration of our Savior's resurrection! 

                                                                Blessings,