You may be wondering why this series of blogs is titled "Sunshine". Well, all my life, my mother told me that I was her "sunshine on a cloudy day". She told me that all the time. Before and during her fight I always stuck up for her, protected her, and took care of her. She always said that I brigtened her day. So Im calling this "Sunshine" because I want this blog to inspire you and to be the sunsine on your cloudy days.
I love you all, I really do.
More blogs coming soon.
Also ceck out my other blog at www.lindseycorley.blogspot.com
<3
LC, xoxo
Monday, November 23, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Love Life
Today I was just thinking about love. Not romantic love, but just the love of anything. Things that make you feel amazing inside.
I love....
sunny days when its cold, music..more than I can express, when my room is clean, my friends and all of the amazing people in my life, the sunset, Chicago..soooooo much, nighttime, surprises, having deep conversations with anyone, when I make a new friend, giving compliments, jonas brothers songs, sunglasses, painting my nails, strawberry orange banana juice..hehe, michael buble's voice, concerts, demi lovato's songs, sparkly things, going on walks at night, anything black, pajamas, scarves, breezy fall days, black and white movies/pictures, music from the 40's, the beach, looking at old pictures, movies, taylor swifts lyrics, mondays off school, wearing hats, and sooooooo many more things.
I love my life despite everyting that has happened. All of the above things get me through. My heart smiles at the simple things. <3
Think of all of the things that you love and that make your heart smile.
xo, LC
I love....
sunny days when its cold, music..more than I can express, when my room is clean, my friends and all of the amazing people in my life, the sunset, Chicago..soooooo much, nighttime, surprises, having deep conversations with anyone, when I make a new friend, giving compliments, jonas brothers songs, sunglasses, painting my nails, strawberry orange banana juice..hehe, michael buble's voice, concerts, demi lovato's songs, sparkly things, going on walks at night, anything black, pajamas, scarves, breezy fall days, black and white movies/pictures, music from the 40's, the beach, looking at old pictures, movies, taylor swifts lyrics, mondays off school, wearing hats, and sooooooo many more things.
I love my life despite everyting that has happened. All of the above things get me through. My heart smiles at the simple things. <3
Think of all of the things that you love and that make your heart smile.
xo, LC
You are amazing.
To the girls with tear stained cheeks and to the girls hiding behind a smile, this is for you..
You are beautiful. Inside and out. You are unique and you have something about you that can make a room light up. Although you may not see it, you have a beauty that cannot be denied.
You may not feel it but you are loved.Even when your world is falling apart, stay strong. Just remember someone is proud of you, and they care about you.If you have lost a parent, sibling, friend, or other family member just remember your life will get better, remember the good times, they are watching over you and they want you to live your life. Its hard at first but you will get through it. I promise.
If your heart has been broken, just remember someone is going to come around and put the pieces back together and wipe away your tears.If you are facing a tough decision or situation, stay strong. Dont let it break you down, let it make you stronger. Do what you feel is right for you. Never let anyone make you do something you dont want to.
If you look in the mirror and dont like what you see i want you to take a piece of paper and a pen and write down all of the things you dont like. And then i want you to rip that piece of paper up and throw it in the trash. You ARE beautiful.
I dont want any of you amazing girls to ever give up or lose hope. Things will always get better. Just remember you are special, and even though i do not know you, i care about you :)
I love you all.
xo, lindsey
You are beautiful. Inside and out. You are unique and you have something about you that can make a room light up. Although you may not see it, you have a beauty that cannot be denied.
You may not feel it but you are loved.Even when your world is falling apart, stay strong. Just remember someone is proud of you, and they care about you.If you have lost a parent, sibling, friend, or other family member just remember your life will get better, remember the good times, they are watching over you and they want you to live your life. Its hard at first but you will get through it. I promise.
If your heart has been broken, just remember someone is going to come around and put the pieces back together and wipe away your tears.If you are facing a tough decision or situation, stay strong. Dont let it break you down, let it make you stronger. Do what you feel is right for you. Never let anyone make you do something you dont want to.
If you look in the mirror and dont like what you see i want you to take a piece of paper and a pen and write down all of the things you dont like. And then i want you to rip that piece of paper up and throw it in the trash. You ARE beautiful.
I dont want any of you amazing girls to ever give up or lose hope. Things will always get better. Just remember you are special, and even though i do not know you, i care about you :)
I love you all.
xo, lindsey
My Story Part 2
Hii everyone :) Im in the mood to write again. Here it goes...
Ok, after the day she was diadnosed things were very hectic. She had multiple appointments and had to go through various tests. It was hard on me not being able to go with her to every appointment because I was in school. She started having chemo every week. I had to see my mother lose her hair about 3 times over the course of her 6 1/2 year fight. It was so hard to see her cry. My mother was sooo incredibly beautiful and she felt any thing but that after se lost her hair. Seeing my mother cry tore me apart.
She was extremely lucky becuase the chemo never made her sick or tired. She was SO STRONG. She did everything that a perfectly healthy 37 year old woman did. Yes, 37, way too young. I remember as time went on the nurses started to know us. We spent so much time at the chemo lab that they knew us by name and they loved my mom so much. She was such a positive person. Most people had no idea she was so sick. She presented herself beautifly. I remember on the days when she would get her test results, I would be at school and I knew when her appointment was and when I looked at the clock and saw it was when she would be there, I would feel horribly sick to my stomach. I was terrified of what I would hear when I got home. Was it good news? Was it bad news?
I remember the first time she was in remission. It was the best day. We cried and thanked God for keeping our family together. Sadly, this joy was short lived.
Shortly after the good news, she went back for her check up and they found more tumors. We were devastated once again. I couldnt belive this was happening again. This happened a countless number of times more.
She had surgery, radiation, and chemo. Those helped for a while but it always came back.
I was about 11 at this time. We had just moved from Decatur to the Peoria area bacause my dad's job was being transfered. It was a very hard time. I was crushed to move away from everyone. It was the middle of my 6th grade year. Once we moved I love my town. Very small and such nice people. My mom was still going through chemo but things were good...or at least we thought things were good. For a while, my mom had been having some headaches and some vision problems. She decided they were serious enough that she should see a doctor. This doctor then referred her to a neurologist. She got scans and thats when they discovered she had a brain tumor. I could not believe what I was hearing. This COULD NOT be happening.
New school, new town, new people, new tradgedy.
She had her first gamma knife procedure and the results were great. (gamma knife is a procedure that has high amounts of radiation concentrated on the tumor) The tumor was gone and things were looking up. The cancer in her chest and under her arm seemed to always be present, it never really went away. She ended up having a total of 8, yes 8, brain tumors. Sometimes 2 at a time. She had so may of the gamma knife procedures. Even though they were non-invasive, they were very uncomfortable because she had to have a metal "halo" screwed into her head in 4 spots. That was very VERY painful.
After so many time of receiving bad news, I started to expect it and be positive. I thought "You have fought and won so far, you can do it again". This was very true for so long.
Disney World was my moms favorite place and we got to go in 2001 and then in 2006. She loved every minute of it. It was so amazing to see her so happy. It was simple things that I loved doing with her so much. We would play cards or go mini golfing. One of our favorite things to go was watch an old animated disney movie and color in coloring books :) She loved it. Also in the summer we would sit outside for hours and do each others nails and talk. I missed that this summer more than I can express.
I think I will stop there for now. The next part will be the hardest I think. Well I hope things in your life are well, comment if you would like and share your story. I love to help out whenever I can.
Tell the ones that you love that you love them, please.
much love,
Lindsey xoxo
Ok, after the day she was diadnosed things were very hectic. She had multiple appointments and had to go through various tests. It was hard on me not being able to go with her to every appointment because I was in school. She started having chemo every week. I had to see my mother lose her hair about 3 times over the course of her 6 1/2 year fight. It was so hard to see her cry. My mother was sooo incredibly beautiful and she felt any thing but that after se lost her hair. Seeing my mother cry tore me apart.
She was extremely lucky becuase the chemo never made her sick or tired. She was SO STRONG. She did everything that a perfectly healthy 37 year old woman did. Yes, 37, way too young. I remember as time went on the nurses started to know us. We spent so much time at the chemo lab that they knew us by name and they loved my mom so much. She was such a positive person. Most people had no idea she was so sick. She presented herself beautifly. I remember on the days when she would get her test results, I would be at school and I knew when her appointment was and when I looked at the clock and saw it was when she would be there, I would feel horribly sick to my stomach. I was terrified of what I would hear when I got home. Was it good news? Was it bad news?
I remember the first time she was in remission. It was the best day. We cried and thanked God for keeping our family together. Sadly, this joy was short lived.
Shortly after the good news, she went back for her check up and they found more tumors. We were devastated once again. I couldnt belive this was happening again. This happened a countless number of times more.
She had surgery, radiation, and chemo. Those helped for a while but it always came back.
I was about 11 at this time. We had just moved from Decatur to the Peoria area bacause my dad's job was being transfered. It was a very hard time. I was crushed to move away from everyone. It was the middle of my 6th grade year. Once we moved I love my town. Very small and such nice people. My mom was still going through chemo but things were good...or at least we thought things were good. For a while, my mom had been having some headaches and some vision problems. She decided they were serious enough that she should see a doctor. This doctor then referred her to a neurologist. She got scans and thats when they discovered she had a brain tumor. I could not believe what I was hearing. This COULD NOT be happening.
New school, new town, new people, new tradgedy.
She had her first gamma knife procedure and the results were great. (gamma knife is a procedure that has high amounts of radiation concentrated on the tumor) The tumor was gone and things were looking up. The cancer in her chest and under her arm seemed to always be present, it never really went away. She ended up having a total of 8, yes 8, brain tumors. Sometimes 2 at a time. She had so may of the gamma knife procedures. Even though they were non-invasive, they were very uncomfortable because she had to have a metal "halo" screwed into her head in 4 spots. That was very VERY painful.
After so many time of receiving bad news, I started to expect it and be positive. I thought "You have fought and won so far, you can do it again". This was very true for so long.
Disney World was my moms favorite place and we got to go in 2001 and then in 2006. She loved every minute of it. It was so amazing to see her so happy. It was simple things that I loved doing with her so much. We would play cards or go mini golfing. One of our favorite things to go was watch an old animated disney movie and color in coloring books :) She loved it. Also in the summer we would sit outside for hours and do each others nails and talk. I missed that this summer more than I can express.
I think I will stop there for now. The next part will be the hardest I think. Well I hope things in your life are well, comment if you would like and share your story. I love to help out whenever I can.
Tell the ones that you love that you love them, please.
much love,
Lindsey xoxo
My Story Part 1
Hello everyone, my name is Lindsey. I am 16 years old and I would like to share my story with you and hopefully help you by doing so. I dedicate this entire blog to anyone who has ever been through a tough time. So, this is for you.
I became inspired by the beautiful and incredible Christa Black. Reading her blog has inspired me to share my own stories. Consider this blog as a page of inspiration and hope through tough situations. I will share things I have been through and the things they have taught me.
Lets start at the beginning...
I was born on March 30 in the lovely town of Decatur, Illinois where all my family lived. I have a sister who is about 5 years older. My early childhood was wonderful. I loved school, I loved summer, and I absolutely loved my family. I remember all the summer days and nights like they were yesterday. I was outside until dark, running around, playing in the dirt, playing hide and seek, and just enjoying life. I never had to worry about anything. Mom would wake me up, eat breakfast with me, play outside with me, make lunch and cut my sandwich into 4 little triangles (because that was my favorite way of course (:), play some more, have dinner ready, and tuck me in at night.
My dad had a good job and we were a very happy family. Everyday was fun, the house was full of laughter and love.
Fast forward to when I was nine...It was a warm August day and the family had just finished loading up the car for a day trip to St. Louis. Right before we walked out the door the phone rang. Little did we know, that phone call would change our lives. It was the oncologist. He called to tell my mother that she had breast cancer.
I saw the look on her face and I remeber that sick feeling that came over me. I knew something was horribly wrong. I remember the pure shock. I was only nine but the word "cancer" wasn't new to me. I knew how bad it was and how bad it could be. So many questions ran through my mind as the tears streamed from my eyes. I remember the 4 of us sitting on the couch crying and hugging. That was the first time I ever saw my father cry. That was the first time I realized I could possibly lose my best friend, my everything, my mother. I remember everyone wiping their tears and pulling themselves together. Thats when my mom, dad, and grandma started calling everyone we knew telling them the news. It was soo hard hearing it over and over. That was one of the most emotional days of my life. I remember my grandma coming over..and this was also the first time I ever saw her cry. It was so hard for me to see these people I thought were so strong crying. I think that was the moment I made the decision to be strong..to be strong for everyone else..to be the one that everyone could lean on. Even though I was the youngest, I was the one who wanted to be strong. I never wanted to make my mom think it was her fault. I didnt want her to think she was the one making me upset. I wanted her to be able to lean on me and cry on my shoulder.
I think I will stop here for now..it's pretty hard going back to those days but I feel it will allow me to move forward.
Thank you for reading!
If I can help one person with my story..that will make me the happiest girl in the world.
xo, lindsey
I became inspired by the beautiful and incredible Christa Black. Reading her blog has inspired me to share my own stories. Consider this blog as a page of inspiration and hope through tough situations. I will share things I have been through and the things they have taught me.
Lets start at the beginning...
I was born on March 30 in the lovely town of Decatur, Illinois where all my family lived. I have a sister who is about 5 years older. My early childhood was wonderful. I loved school, I loved summer, and I absolutely loved my family. I remember all the summer days and nights like they were yesterday. I was outside until dark, running around, playing in the dirt, playing hide and seek, and just enjoying life. I never had to worry about anything. Mom would wake me up, eat breakfast with me, play outside with me, make lunch and cut my sandwich into 4 little triangles (because that was my favorite way of course (:), play some more, have dinner ready, and tuck me in at night.
My dad had a good job and we were a very happy family. Everyday was fun, the house was full of laughter and love.
Fast forward to when I was nine...It was a warm August day and the family had just finished loading up the car for a day trip to St. Louis. Right before we walked out the door the phone rang. Little did we know, that phone call would change our lives. It was the oncologist. He called to tell my mother that she had breast cancer.
I saw the look on her face and I remeber that sick feeling that came over me. I knew something was horribly wrong. I remember the pure shock. I was only nine but the word "cancer" wasn't new to me. I knew how bad it was and how bad it could be. So many questions ran through my mind as the tears streamed from my eyes. I remember the 4 of us sitting on the couch crying and hugging. That was the first time I ever saw my father cry. That was the first time I realized I could possibly lose my best friend, my everything, my mother. I remember everyone wiping their tears and pulling themselves together. Thats when my mom, dad, and grandma started calling everyone we knew telling them the news. It was soo hard hearing it over and over. That was one of the most emotional days of my life. I remember my grandma coming over..and this was also the first time I ever saw her cry. It was so hard for me to see these people I thought were so strong crying. I think that was the moment I made the decision to be strong..to be strong for everyone else..to be the one that everyone could lean on. Even though I was the youngest, I was the one who wanted to be strong. I never wanted to make my mom think it was her fault. I didnt want her to think she was the one making me upset. I wanted her to be able to lean on me and cry on my shoulder.
I think I will stop here for now..it's pretty hard going back to those days but I feel it will allow me to move forward.
Thank you for reading!
If I can help one person with my story..that will make me the happiest girl in the world.
xo, lindsey
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