September is Childhood Cancer Awareness month. While most of you are getting your kids settled into a new school year, there are many kids (including my grandson) who won’t be attending school this year. This is not by any choices we made, but because he will be in the hospital receiving poison in his body to help fight off the evil disease that is….Cancer. I’m sure many of you will read this and completely disregard, thinking “that will never happen to me or my family”. Yeah, I get it, trust me, I’ve been in your shoes. Who WANTS to think this can happen to them or their loved ones? But it CAN. Cancer has definitely taken from me and my family, but at the same time it has given so much. It has brought us closer than ever before, closer to each other and closer to God. It has opened a new door to expose us to the compassion and giving of others, which in turn has prompted us to give back just as much as we receive. I encourage each of you to get involved. Donate to your local childhood cancer groups. Be a part of the cure!!! #TeamKhyren #GoGold #MemawsSuperhero



So, I started a Blog. Many have asked and wha-la – you shall receive…. Welcome to my life! I’m still trying to figure this whole thing out, I’m not the most computer savvy, but I think I can make my way around here. I’ll give you a quick background about me on this first post. I’m a wife, to a wonderful husband of (married) 11.5 years, and together almost 20. I have 5 beautiful children and 2 very special grandsons. My life has been a blessing and a challenge. I’ve said to others “everything happens for a reason” a hundred times. It rings true to my life as well. A year and a half ago, I was at a place in my career I didn’t want to be. I absolutely hated going to work. I applied for a manager position, hoping I could make a positive change. I’ve always held either a lead or supervisor role. After going through two interviews, I was called to the big boss’s office. There she told me, not only did I not get the manager position, I was being moved to another department, a department that kinda had a reputation of a place that all the “misfits” were sent. This news was first met by tears. What?! But then I had a sense of relief. At least I was getting out of the mess I was in. Well now, 18 months later, I’m still working at misfit island. I’m not searching for another job anymore. My 8 year old grandson was diagnosed with brain cancer 2 months ago. I’ve taken off many days during the past two months, something I would not have had the luxury to do if I would have gotten the almighty manager job I thought I desperately wanted. Not to mention there would be no possible way I could run/manage a department in between my sporadic, out of the blue crying episodes. So yes, everything does happen for a reason.