Baby Olivia

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Baby Olivia Jade West was born to our son Bryan and daughter-in-law Bree on June 30, 2023. She was over two months early, born at 29 weeks gestation. She was 11.5 inches long weighing 2 pounds and 14 ounces at birth. She was immediately placed in the NICU, where she has been ever since. This is just a brief history of her first month of life.

She is our seventh grandchild, or as Tim likes to say, our seventh Jedi. Seven is the number of perfection, so we think this is the perfect number of grandkids. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Olivia’s APGAR scores were normal, as for any newborn, so for that we were grateful. Her lungs were strong, and Bree was relieved to hear her cry almost immediately after birth. She got to hold her for about a minute, then Olivia was whisked away to the NICU. Mommy had some hemorrhaging, which they were able to stop, but once the baby was born her body bounced back pretty quickly. It was a few days before mommy and daddy could hold her properly.

They put her in an incubator to help regulate her temperature, and hooked her up to a CPAP. Not because she needed oxygen, but to help force air into her lungs so she didn’t have to work as hard breathing. She needed all the calories to go toward growing. She also had a feeding tube down her throat, and has been fed through the tube ever since.

We got home on July 2nd and went to see her with the whole family the next day. She was SOOOO tiny.

Since then we have seen her grow to over four pounds. They have removed the top from her incubator as she is regulating her own body temperature. They just took off the CPAP and moved to a nose tube for feeding. I was in The Woodlands and stopped by after treatment. I happened to get there right before they put in the tube, so I took some pictures of her cute little face and watched that process. She did great. I held her for the first time while she was eating. I’ve never held a baby that small that I can remember.

First time holding my little granddaughter. One month old.
I had just come from MD Anderson so they covered me in a blanket. It was so cozy.
Praying for Baby Olivia.

Tim and I also stopped by to see her a couple of days later.

Within a few days they told me they were going to start feeding her with a bottle. They hadn’t started yet when Tim and I went by to see her. I haven’t been back yet, so I just checked with Bree on her progress. She said they haven’t started feeding with a bottle as they put her on a nasal cannula for breathing. (This was after the CPAP was removed. It’s common for them to go off and then back on oxygen.) They want the strength of her nasal cannula at a 2 and she’s at a 4 right now. She’s doing good.

They’re also giving her a diarrhetic for a couple days to see if excess fluid is making it more difficult for her to breathe. From what they explained to Bree, as soon as she’s breathing easier they will start to try feedings, and once she takes a full feed every feed for 3 days she comes home.

From what I understand, when they start feeding her with a bottle, it will be a slow process. She has been sucking, so this is a good sign. Apparently premies get tired easily and can’t down the whole bottle at first. What she doesn’t finish they will put in the tube. The nose tube stays in until a couple of days before discharge, when she is eating a full meal on her own.

We are hoping she comes home within another week or two, but the projection has always been her due date (September 9, also my birthday). We watched Mikayla on Saturday while Mommy and Daddy spent the day cleaning their apartment and disinfecting to avoid any possible germs. They are ready! We can’t wait to see her come home!

Thank you all for your continued prayers of this little one, and the family as well.


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Oncology Update

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Chemo Day.

August 3rd. Oncology follow-up.

Dr. Kovitz is an amazing oncologist. I inherited him when my first doctor left to go teach at Baylor and he was hired to replace her. He left MD Anderson for a season, but he told me he came back “home” and plans to retire from here. I hope he is my doctor for the rest of my life, as I will most likely be in treatment that long.

Some people call it remission, but they don’t really use that term much anymore. Basically I still have cancer cells in my body, so everything we are doing is keeping them from growing and “progressing.” Stable is a good thing. I will always be considered “terminal,” until the day I die, most likely from some other cause. I’m planning on old age. 🤩🤩🤩

We talked about how well my body is doing. He recalled the large mass (7 cm) on my ribcage completely disappearing, the lesions in my liver, lungs, bones, skull, and even in the brain that have vanished or nearly so. It’s amazing how much we have overcome. He said I am “off the charts” (in terms of lifespan) and he is still amazed at how well my body is responding. I attributed it to God, and he affirmed it. He said we are all just tools in His hands, but He is the one doing this.

Aside, I have to remind myself that not everyone is as fortunate as I am. Because I’m “off the charts,” it means I am one of the few. I realize there are many women out there with metastatic breast cancer who do not live as long as I have. Not everyone has the energy and strength to do what I am able to do. I don’t know why God has allowed me to live a longer life, but I don’t think he is finished with me yet!

I will go back for follow-up scans in November, but between now and then we will be out of town. I told my oncologist I might miss a treatment or two while we are traveling with our Airstream in September and October. “Living life to the fullest,” I smiled. He said, and I’ll never forget this, “That’s why we’re doing all of this, right? If you can’t live life, then what the he** are we doing here?” He is a colorful guy. 😂🤪😄

Yes, Dr. K. That’s why we are doing this. Thank you for that reminder! I will continue to do this as long as we deem necessary. Maybe one day the protocols will change and I can go off of the drugs, but for now, we keep on keeping on.

My body is still stable, meaning I haven’t seen any progression of the cancer in nearly four years, and everything has been shrinking or disappeared in over six years. I have very tiny punctate lesions in my brain that are so small they don’t even pick up on the MRI every time. Hot spots always show up in my bones, but that could be places that have healed or left holes where the cancer has eaten my bones. Either way, these spots have not grown and they are considered stable. I expect no changes at my follow-up scans in November.

If you’re a bit nerdy like me, and you want to know more about the drugs they are giving me, I’ve included some links where you can read more about it. I know, it’s Wikipedia, but this information is not being used for a published research paper LOL 😂🤪😂.


July 31st. Chemo Day. I continue to get infusions of Pertuzumab (Perjeta) and Trastuzumab (Herceptin) every three weeks for the HER2+ part of the cancer. Sometimes I can extend it a little longer, but if it goes more than four weeks I have to reload and the infusion time is longer. It’s a little harder on my body to do that, but it’s worth it when we are traveling or have other things going on.

I didn’t get it this time, but they do give me an infusion of Zoledronic acid (Zometa) every three or six months, or sometimes longer. My doctor said it’s not as simple as it was in the first five years. Zometa helps strengthen the bones, but if you take it for too long or too often it can actually make your bones too solid which removes their natural flexibility. We talk about this one every time I go in to see him. He’s going to do some additional bloodwork at my next visit to determine where my bones are at this point, but he said to plan a longer visit as he’s adding Zometa.

I also continue to take Anastrozole (Arimidex), which is a pill, daily. This is for the estrogen-positive part of the cancer. One time the PA explained to me that it is hard to lose weight when you are in treatment for estrogen-positive (ER+) cancer, because they have to suppress your estrogen. Estrogen is helpful in losing weight. I struggle with this now, but it helps to know it’s not all because I’m doing everything wrong. (although I could lay off the sugar 🤪🥴🤪😂😂).


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The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek – Book Review

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The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek was an intriguing book about the blue people of Kentucky. I did a little research on this, as it seems so far-fetched. My family is from the hills of Kentucky, but I had not heard of it. History majors in my book club had never heard of these people, but indeed they do exist.

Apparently, it’s a very rare genetic condition which causes a white person’s skin to appear blue. Both parents must have the recessive gene. It started when a man from Paris France, who had the recessive gene, moved to rural Kentucky. As fate would have it, he fell in love with a woman who also had the recessive gene. Half of their children were blue, and the other half were white.

The blue-skinned people suffered much racism, and were treated as “colored” folks. It was hard for them to marry, as no one wanted to have children with blue skin. They didn’t have a good understanding of the cause until years later. The book focuses on a blue-skinned woman named “Cussy.” She lives in Troublesome Creek Kentucky. She is a strong female protagonist, and when her mother dies and her father becomes ill, she decides to become a mobile librarian to provide for herself. It came with many challenges, which I won’t give away, but she is an overcomer.

This is based on the true “book women” who would ride on horses or mules to carry books to the mountains where people could not reach a library. The book contains pictures from a historic society of the original book women, which were interesting to see as well. Quite an intriguing history lies behind the novel.

I enjoyed reading The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek, and I learned some things about Kentucky culture that I didn’t already know. I admit it was a challenge to get into it the book at first. I didn’t finish it until after the book club met. I didn’t think I was going to make it to this group due to our Airstream vacation, but we came back early so I was able to go after all. That’s one thing I love about our book club. Even if you haven’t finished the book, you can still talk about it.

One of the other book club members agreed she had the same difficulty getting into the book. Their southern language was written into the dialogue, and it was sometimes hard to understand what the characters were trying to say. However, I enjoyed reading the story and found the character of Cussy to be an inspiration to other underdogs. I also appreciated the extents these book women traveled, as they delivered the books to the mountain people. They didn’t just deliver books. They read letters to the illiterate, taught people how to read, became life-long friends, and served their patrons in ways that were far beyond their expected role. I gave it an 8.5.


Our leader always sums up our discussion. Here’s what she sent us this month. Eight of us gathered on this hot afternoon to discuss The Book Women of Troublesome Creek by Kim Michelle Richardson.  All of us liked the book and most of us knew nothing of the Blue people of the Appalachian or Kentucky.  We all loved Cussy especially since she was such a strong woman and how miserable her life was in Troublesome Creek.  The prejudices, racial tensions even with her peers at the Kentucky Pack Horse Program.  We all thought that the program was so important and courageous and even to this day we discussed how important libraries and reading is to each of us.  We thought about our memories of Mobile Libraries, the smell and exhilaration of escaping in books, Reader’s Digest; Highlight magazines, etc.  Some of us had a hard time getting into it but then thought it was very well written. We rated the book an 8.7.


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Summer Vacation 2003 – Part 2 (AIC)

If you read my previous blog, you already know we started our summer vacation on May 19th. Our original intent was to leave Texas and head up to Colorado, Utah and Wyoming, then on to visit Devil’s Tower, travel north through the Dakotas, east across North Dakota, continue south and east through Michigan, Ohio, Kentucky, and back home via the Natchez Trace Parkway. It would have been a two and a half month journey taking us through the end of July, as that’s how long it would necessitate to do it all.

But, best laid plans are often interrupted, and you just have to go with the flow. 🤪🥴

When our daughter-in-law went into preterm labor at 28 weeks and was put on bedrest, we decided to cut our trip in half so we could go home and help out. We came straight home after the Rally, saving the rest of the road for another time, ending our trip just before Independence Day.


“Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”

Proverbs 19:21

Our seventh grand baby Olivia Jade was born on June 30th, over two months early (29 weeks gestation). It happened the day we left Rock Springs Wyoming for home. She was 2 pounds 14 ounces at birth, and 11.5″ long (the size of a sheet of paper). She is soooo tiny. She’s a fighter. All her APGAR scores were normal, her lungs were strong, and she was born with hair. It is mandatory at this point to share her sweet little picture. 🥰🥰

Olivia Jade

Happy Campers, 66th Airstream International Rally in Rock Springs Wyoming.

Back to the trip. Everything after the baby pales in comparison ❤️❤️❤️, but maybe you’d like to hear about the second half of our summer vacation.

This was our first Airstream International Rally and their 66th! It was quite an event. Over 1,100 Airstreams were lined up in the Sweetwater Events Complex parking, with full hook-ups. We met a ton of new friends, attended conferences, learned about products from various vendors, saw foxes and osprey and bald eagles, drove the Wild Horse Scenic Loop (yes, there really are wild horses there! We came upon a bunch!) We saw the White Mountain Petroglyphs, and watched some amazing sunsets. Here are a few of my favorite pictures from our week in Rock Springs.

Wild Horses of Pilot Butte on the Wild Horse Scenic Loop

Wild Horses of Pilot Butte, Wild Horse Scenic Loop
Wild Horses of Pilot Butte, Wild Horse Scenic Loop
Pronghorn in the sagebrush. Wild Horse Scenic Loop.
Looking down from the Wild Horse Scenic Loop.
Airstreams fill the entire Event Complex, and look like shiny jewelry from up here.
Picnic lunch overlooking the city with my favorite caregiver. On the Wild Horse Scenic Loop in Wyoming.
We saw a lot of mule deer on our various excursions.

While Tim was working one day, I went on a day trip with the Swarovski binocular vendors. We saw a family of foxes, osprey, bald eagles, and more mule deer. They loaned us binoculars and let us look through their high powered scope as well. Very cool excursion! Here are a few pictures from that morning adventure.

A pair of foxes are coming back through the fence to their den where they will check on their pup.

I’ve never seen a fox this close. I could have stayed there all day.

Checking on the pup in the den.
There’s the cute pup!
The foxes built their den near a construction site. They didn’t seem to mind the people.
I would have never thought to look here for a fox’s den.
Parents looking over their pup.
Mule deer. Doe with her two babies crossing the water.
Osprey feeding their young.
Bald Eagle
Osprey chick in another nest.

Tim climbed on top of the Petroglyphs

Cactus were blooming in the White Mountains

At the White Mountain Petroglyphs. A very hot day, but nothing compared to Texas heat!
Light up the Airstreams

LOTS of decorated golf carts.

Sunset ride over Rock Springs.

On the way home, we boondocked at a Harvest Host farm stay in Gothenburg Nebraska. it was probably one of the best Harvest Host spots we have been to. The hosts were so kind, greeted us when we arrived, gave us a tour of their working farm, and fed us popcorn from the crop in their corn fields. They provided a gathering spot where we sat and chatted, played with dozens of cats, and met the other campers around their fire pit. This was a great way to end the trip. We ended up driving straight home from there…a long day indeed.

Our hosts!
The only house cat on property. Many, many barn cats (and a dog) as well.
Good night sunshine!

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Summer Vacation 2023 – Part 1


Someone recently asked me if we still rode our motorcycles. No, not really. We sold our bikes a couple of years ago, but we do still book an occasional fly and ride on a rental. It complicated our schedule a bit when we purchased our first Airstream. We didn’t feel like there were enough days in the year to do both, so we decided we couldn’t justify owning two bikes and an Airstream. Plus, I’m not as strong as I used to be, so I wasn’t feeling as “safe” on my ride. Do we miss it? Sometimes. When the weather is perfect and we are on a beautifully paved road driving through the country. But when it’s rainy and cold we are happy to be in the truck 🤪🤪. Tim might get a CVO in the future, but that story will be told on another day.

Taking a vacation pulling an Airstream is much different than riding on motorcycles. One thing I love about Airstreaming is an opportunity to stay in the outdoors, and often in more remote locations. Also, we can do stuff we couldn’t do on the motorcycle. Like carrying our bathroom with us 😂. Like driving on the Wild Horse Scenic Loop in Wyoming and sitting on the tailgate overlooking the city while eating our picnic lunch, or hiking with our hiking boots and poles. Pulling our Roam Home I can wear boots, walking shoes, and sandals all in the same day 🤪🤩. On the Harley, I can only carry one pair of shoes. And a girl needs her shoes! 😂 Plus, it’s hard to work from home on the bike, and since Tim is still working that’s a huge consideration. He can take calls in the truck and keep on working. Me? I am no longer a slave to my computer. I’m retired, or semi-retired, so I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. I’m carefree like the marmot, which we saw a lot of in Steamboat Springs.

“Who is that interrupting my lunch?”

Traveling and seeing the natural beauty of the world has always been one of my favorite hobbies, and we continue to do so even more diligently since I was diagnosed with cancer. It makes you appreciate the life we have, that’s for sure! We want to spend as much time together doing fun stuff and enjoying life as we can. #livinglifewithMBC

We’ve been planning this summer trip for a while. Since we had already scheduled a week with our good friends Jeff and Melissa in their timeshare in Steamboat Springs Colorado, and we were heading to the Airstream International Rally in Rock Springs Wyoming a couple of weeks later, it made sense to stay in the general area in between those events rather than drive or fly back and forth.

The journey began on May 19th.


Yampa River Botanic Park, Steamboat Springs CO

After packing up the Airstream and logging our trip details into our trip planner, we set out for our longest Airstream adventure yet.

Our original plan was to head up to Colorado, Utah and Wyoming, then on to see Devil’s Tower, travel north through the Dakotas, east across North Dakota, continue south east to Ohio and back home via the Natchez Trace Parkway. It would be a two month journey.

Here’s a brief recap of the first half of our trip with some of my favorite photos.

The first week was spent in Steamboat Springs, where we stayed in a timeshare with our friends and parked the RV in the parking lot. The temperatures were cooler by our standards, but we still managed to sweat by the pool and get a sunburn. We took several hikes, rode horses, played golf, visited lakes, waterfalls, botanical gardens, and hot springs. And, we played cards or games every night back “home.” The time was too short but a wonderful week with our friends.

Strawberry Park Hot Springs
Riding horses near Steamboat Springs, Colorado

We hooked up the trailer, said our good-byes, and traveled to the next stop. From Colorado we drove to Bear Lake State Park, in Laketown Utah, where we stayed eleven days. Laketown is near Garden City, home of the famous raspberry milkshakes. We had three of those!

On the way up, we stopped by the Dinosaur National Monument. We also spent a couple of nights in the Flaming Gorge National Park. Flaming Gorge was breathtaking! It was hard to pick just one picture.

Dinosaur National Monument, Inside the Fossil Bone Quarry. Me as a “curly girl.”
Flaming Gorge

Jeff introduced us to the mineral water Topo Chico. I kept one of the bottles to put local wildflowers in wherever we camped.

We boondocked in the Flaming Gorge Recreational Area (they don’t have any hook-ups in this campground). It was very cool weather. A bit drizzly too, but our daily hikes were mostly covered in beautiful blue skies, and even got warm at times.

Bear Lake State Park was one of my favorite camping locations on the whole trip. The campground was spacious, with more than a lot of elbow room between campsites. Our section (Birch) had a picnic table covered by a pavilion, and the site was level on concrete. Inexpensive, too!

The park rangers were so nice, and invited us to be camp hosts. We might do that some other time, as they accept short-term hosts, and we wouldn’t mind coming back to this area.

Violent thunderstorms would surprise us daily, with winds like I have not seen before, but our rig stood firm. They would come out of nowhere, but left as fast as they blew in.

Our site was across the road from a cow pasture, which also provided some unexpected entertainment at various times throughout the day (and night 🙄). Tim golfed two separate times (9-hole courses), surrounded by beautiful mountain views and million dollar houses. I rode in the golf cart on the very hilly course, and we walked the other one.

Bear Lake itself was as magnificent as promised.
Turquoise blue water, living up to its nickname, “The Caribbean of the Rockies,” surrounded by mountains.
The Lake is shared by Utah and Idaho, so we crossed that state line several times.

Mountainous, steep curves with switchbacks and 7-8% grade climbs were experienced daily. We were reminded to check our brakes when a semi-truck driver plowed through the storage condo in Garden City, and the passenger had to be airlifted to the hospital. Apparently this happens several times a year.

Our truck pulled the Airstream like a charm, but it was on this trip that Tim decided he wanted to upgrade to a diesel. He just thinks it will pull even better, although the Ford 150 did just fine, and will give him a bit more power up the hills. More on that in another blog!


On to Provo, Utah. We stayed at the KOA in Provo for two weeks, since it was closer to the Salt Lake City Airport and we both had to fly out for different reasons. Tim flew to Chicago for his onsite visit with a church, and a separate flight to Phoenix. I flew home for a few days to get chemo and enjoy Jackson’s first birthday party (our 6th Jedi). Can’t miss those special events!

KOA, Provo Utah

KOA Provo was the opposite of our lovely site in Bear Lake State Park. The sites were close together, the internal road was narrow, and the pool area was not worth wading in (too many kids). It was a challenge backing in (and getting out) to our spot. We later heard the large pasture behind us used to be a lake (hence the smell 🥴), and now it’s a cow pasture. Our back-in site did have a view of the mountains, of course cows, and a llama. They had a game room which we visited once to play pool, but the cues were in bad shape.

Weekend hike in Laketown Canyon Trail, Utah
Dolly Llama (haha). That was my nickname for her (him???).

While the campground was not the greatest, the views all around us were magnificent. Snow capped mountains surrounded the truck everywhere she took us. Tim golfed in the mountains; I went along to take pictures and get some exercise (we walked the course).

The Shops at Riverwood

On Saturdays we went on longer hikes. We hiked to a waterfall on the Stewarts Cascades Trail; that was an adventure! Downed trees from a recent avalanche made it challenging. We also crossed snow and an icy patches; I almost turned back, but I powered through! It might have taken me longer, and I may have had to overcome my fears of heights and breaking a bone or two, but I made it. MBC will not stop this warrior from living an adventurous life.


While in Provo I toured the Young Living headquarters while Tim was in Phoenix. We also visited Moon’s Rare Books (he’s on TikTok), a rare treat. We left Provo and travelled to Rock Springs Wyoming, where we had registered for the Airstream International Convention. I’ll leave that for Summer Vacation Part 2, as there will be enough for a whole blog from that event. Stay Tuned!


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Lady Clementine – A Book Review

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I belong to a book club at The Canopy in The Woodlands. This beautiful facility is located at Memorial Hermann, and is devoted to the education and support of cancer survivors. I think most of us in the group have or have had breast cancer, but it doesn’t seem to matter what type of cancer. It’s just a great group of ladies who like to talk about books.

I joined to help nudge me to read more. I recently heard that the prisoners of Alcatraz read more books in one year than most people read in a lifetime. I guess they have a lot of time on their hands, but I also imagine their brains were much sharper as a result.

Anyway, this month’s book was Lady Clementine. It’s historic fiction based on the story of Winston Churchill’s wife. I wrote a review and sent it to my book club leader, because Tim and I were on vacation. Here’s what I sent her.


On our trip out of town, I read the first chapter to my husband while he drove. He liked it so much we decided to read the whole book together. It was such a captivating book, from the very beginning. Unlike many books, it didn’t take several chapters to get into it. We sat by lakes in Colorado and Utah, under the mountains, by a gorge, in lovely cafés, and everywhere in between. Every chance we got we pulled out the book and read a chapter or two aloud to each other. 

We both enjoyed engaging with the stories from Winston and Clemmie’s life together. Their “Meet-Cute” was especially fun and intriguing. From that first moment we wondered which parts of the book were true and which parts were fiction. Either way, it seems the author captured their personalities and spirits rather astutely, from the other accounts we have read or movies we have seen of the Churchills. They seemed to be made for each other, in their pursuit of the greater good, and Winston’s political career.

It was fun reading it together as he knows a lot about history and we could bounce ideas off each other. Also, when we forgot who someone was (as there were a lot of names to remember), we could ask. Sometimes we had to go back and look. He laughed with me, shared his disappointment as well as upset when bad things happened, and we both enjoyed seeing the more complex yet intimate relational side of the Churchills. Watching her matriculate his change of political views, when they aligned and misaligned, was interesting as well. I thought the whole Terrence episode was interesting. We differed on what we thought would happen. An emotional affair can be just as devastating as a sexual one, so it seems this took some time for her to work through as well. In the end, she stayed true to her Pug (loved their pet names).

I didn’t know about all the motherly concerns Clementine had for her children, or the problems they had with their grown children, or that they had lost a child at such a young age. It helped me to witness her humanity. I could sort of relate to Clementine, as I pursued my degree and career while raising my children. It was always a mind battle between taking care of the kids and doing what I wanted/needed to do to better myself (so that I could help others). I related to her sense of urgency in fulfilling a bigger purpose in life. I could also relate to her feelings of inadequacy as a mother, especially now that our kids are grown and I look back on our child-rearing days.  

I doubt there is a mother out there who doesn’t look back and think of ways she could have (should have?) done things differently. None of us are perfect, but perhaps some of us really did put priorities in other places. I could not relate to her leaving her kids for months at a time, however. I can’t imagine what that must have been like. I had a hard enough time dropping them off at day care each day! I also could not relate to losing a child. That tragedy would be hard to overcome.

Her strength as a woman, wife of a very strong political figure, and basic human aspirations made for a great story. Watching how they handled not one, but two, wars was fascinating. I did a little weary of the technical side of the war(s), but it was interesting to read all the different aspects of the war that I was not previously aware of. We learned more about the British view of the war, as well as their view of the American side. I would read other books by this author, and in fact just read a Quora post about Hedy Lamarr, and it intrigued me to consider reading more about her.

I asked my husband what he thought of the book, especially since it had a strong female protagonist. He enjoyed the book. Tim truly appreciates it when a woman is revered, and is given the ability to show her true self. I agreed with him on that.

Oh, and how I wish I knew how to pronounce Clem-en-TEEN earlier in the book. 🙄🙄
We give it an 8.5 rating. 

Here’s the group’s review.

Eleven of us gathered yesterday, June 14th to discuss Lady ClemenTEEN by Marie Benedict.  It was an interesting read because some of us had immense respect for her and her accomplishments and some of us had zero respect for her especially as a mother.  It was heroic how “Pug and Cat” lead the British people during such dire times during WW2.  We all agreed that without their courage and patriotism the Brits probably would have lost the war.  We discussed how both of them had such terrible mothers and how that reflected their lives and marriage.  We rated the book 7.3.


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Puzzle Box and Chemo Day

In my last blog, I promised a demonstration of my puzzle box from Guatemala, so here it is! The video is only 3:33 minutes long, and you’ll get to see the treasures inside.

This week I have been finalizing all my personal appointments along with a few trips to the Airstream to get ready for our big road trip. One more sleep! 🤩🤩🤩

Scans (CT and Bone) were completed on Monday (my body is still stable, PTL ❤️❤️). Filled up my pill box. Got my hair done. Cleaned the house. Got my treatment (well, getting treatment while blogging). My nurse thought I was working, as many people do that during treatment. I told her I did that for many years, and I decided it was just too much. I’m so glad those days are behind me. Now I can do what I enjoy doing without the stress of the job.

Today is chemo day,
and after that we should be ready!
Aside, my doctor decided I don’t need bloodwork before my treatment anymore,
so that was one less thing to do. It’s a beautiful day outside!

I admit I’m a little tired. Time for a nap! 😴 I’ve been so keyed up at night thinking and planning for the trip, I have had some trouble falling asleep. Last night I put all our stops and parks in the calendar so we can ensure we remember where we are going, and which days we are scheduled to work (er, when Tim has to work haha). It’s a very big trip and I look forward to sharing it with you as we go.

Living life to the fullest in spite of MBC!


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All the Light We Cannot See – Book Review

I started this book about a month before my book club meeting, picked it up, put it down, then got into it about two weeks later. Once I got into it, I had a hard time putting it back down. I finished it at midnight the night before the meeting.

I’ve discovered some things about me and my style of reading. This is just a start. I’m sure I’ll learn a lot more as I continue to read more novels and fewer academic books.

First of all, I love historic fiction. I don’t know that I ever knew that for a fact, but I love reading all the human interest stories surrounded by true historic events. Second, it takes me a while to get into a book. Call it procrastination, or feeling tired, or dread, I don’t know. But, if it’s a good book, I do get into it and then I have a hard time letting it go until I finish. I do enjoy true stories, so perhaps the truth of the history is what draws me in.


This month’s book was All the Light We Cannot See, by Anthony Doerr. He won a Pulitzer Prize (2015 Fiction Prize) the year after it was published. I was curious to find out why, and I was not disappointed.

Sitting on the back patio,
enjoying my book (and the baby birds that just left the nest).

I tried to explain the plot to Tim, but this book is so full of intricate details, defining it is a massive challenge. What can I say? Read it!

Basically it’s a story of a boy and a girl who experience the atrocities of war, and the intersection of their stories. The book tells us about a blind Marie-Laure’s experience from the French side, as well as Werner’s front line witness on the German side. Werner was a child prodigy, fixing broken radios from a young age, then he is called to enter the war with others who would share in participating as students and military personnel in Heitler’s Reich. Marie-Laure learned to make use of her other senses at a young age, opening puzzle boxes within minutes, smelling her way around town, and recalling her steps by counting drains. Their family members are also followed, and the chapters rotate between various people and locations. This kept me on my toes.

There is much history told within the pages of this book. I feel like I understand more about the war, the important role played by the radio and trigonometry (math comes in handy in real life at times), German’s propaganda, the attack on Paris, the sad demise of the city of Saint-Malo, and how war impacts everyone to some degree or another (to name a few). I felt attached to the blind girl with freckles, whose father created small replicas of her town so she could find her way around when she ventured outdoors. I loved reading some French phrases, and actually understanding them!

The father’s puzzle boxes reminded me of the puzzle box my mother brought home to me from Guatemala, when I was a little girl. She was there on an extended mission trip after a major earthquake shook their world. I meant to take it to the meeting to show my fellow book clubbers, but I forgot to pick it up as I was walking out the door. Perhaps I can create a video to show you what it looks like, as well as the treasures found inside. It’s an antique now!

I liked the relatively short chapters, which helped the pages flip a bit faster. It’s quite a story. I enjoyed seeing the resilience and perseverance of those who experienced trauma and war crimes. The storyteller drew me in with his beautifully written phrases, exquisite attention to detail, and storyline. As I carried the book with me to doctor’s appointments and other errands, I heard more than once, “That’s a great book!”

I rated it a 9.0, with one point deducted primarily due to the ending. Club members also rated it strong, with some ratings increasing from 8.0 to 9.0 after our discussion.


Spoiler Alert! Skip this paragraph if you plan to read the book. I was a bit disappointed by the ending. I was hoping for a Hallmark ending, and that didn’t happen. A few people’s ending were left unclear, as the characters in the book were unable to find family members and friends. Werner and Marie-Laure do meet, and he saves her life more than once, but they only meet in person for less than a day. He seems to have fallen in love with her before they met, but when they leave the country in separate ways, he becomes ill and wanders into a mine field. I was really hoping they could stay together until the end of the book. It’s fiction after all. Why didn’t the author end it that way? I guess war is like that. Not a lot of happy endings.


À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!

It’s Been on my Mind (MRI Results)

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Nearly three weeks ago I lay on the MRI table, once again checking my brain. The reason? I had an eye exam and my double vision has gotten much worse since the last time i was in the eye doctor’s chair. So much that my optometrist won’t put that much prism in my glasses. The double vision results in some dizziness, a few headaches, and, of course, two of everything. Some things are good to double; others…one is enough. My last MRI was in February, and usually I go annually. But my oncologist wanted to double check it.

I don’t get super concerned, anxious, or panicky when I see something show up on the test results. I respond like the line from Bridges of Spies, “would it help?” Worrying doesn’t help, but I do think about it at times.

I get my test results within a few days, before I see the doctor, so I tend to Google everything I don’t understand (which is most of it 🙄). However, I know if there is a cause for concern, my oncologist will call me at some ungodly hour of the morning or night. The dude never sleeps, but he is on top of it. I knew I had an appointment with him today, so even though something new popped up on this one, I just decided to wait and see what he thought about the result.

After three years of reading, “No evidence for intracranial metastasis,” this is the first time I’ve seen “lesions” show up in my brain scan since the gamma knife zapped those little suckers, so naturally I had a few questions brewing. They were described as “punctate,” which means smaller than a millimeter. More specifically, “there are 2 punctate enhancing lesions in the right-sided cerebellum and cerebellar vermis,” with “suspicious for metastasis” and “further follow up” written into the impression and recommendation. They are in the same spots where I was treated for lesions with gamma knife in 2019.

Dr. K. is not overly-concerned. He’s going to do the right thing, and watch them closely, but we aren’t getting too worked up about it and over scanning my brain either. He’s going to send over the images to the radiation oncologist just to be sure, but he doesn’t think I will need to be scanned for a few months or so.

He explained it this way. The MRI takes slices of your brain, and those slices are about 3mm apart. The chances of them catching something as small as these are very slim. They could have been there all along. Regardless, it’s most likely they are showing the healing in my brain from the gamma knife. Or, they could be some residual metastasis. Apparently the gamma knife decreases the size, but doesn’t typically eliminate them entirely (that was news to me 😳). It’s possible the MRI just happened to slice the brain on them this time, and the radiologist decided to write about it.

He did order my regular bone and CT scans, so I can get those out of the way before our big summer road trip. Which is NINE DAYS away 🤩🤩. He didn’t seem bothered by us Airstreaming, going out of town, or missing a treatment. In fact, they are all very happy for us to travel and enjoy life. We can continue with our adventure as planned.

We will be back at the end of July, and I can get another MRI done then if needed. If they want it sooner, I will be home in June for my grandson’s first birthday. Of course I won’t miss that!

Tim went with me to this appointment. Typically I go by myself. Whenever he goes with me, Dr. K. is very chatty. Not so much about cancer, although that’s part of it, but we talk about world politics, society, how it is changing, the extremes and the middle-ground, and how we all have to learn to just live with it. But we are also looking forward to the day when we no longer have to live with it. *Sigh* 😔

I’m reminded of the song, “This world is not my home!” Aside, Dr. K. is a Christian, too. 🥰

We talked about the visit on the way home, rain pouring over our sunroof. I told Tim I was glad to hear what Dr. K. had to say about the MRI results, and the lesions (or whatever they are) in my brain. While I don’t get overly anxious about it, I said, it has been on my mind.

“Literally.” He replied.

We both had a good laugh.


À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!

Texas Library Association

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Have I told you I am a published author? I published a couple of professional books and articles while I was working in my career as a marriage and family therapist and full-time faculty, but now I have stepped into a totally different genre. It’s kind of a second career for me. I have had these ideas swirling around in my head for many years, so I finally decided to just go for it when my full-time career came to a halt.

I guess one could argue it’s more of a hobby, as my expenses are way more than I bring in 😂🤪😂🤪, but I am taking on the identity of a children’s author and loving this new lease on life. I have published three children’s books (a picture book and two chapter books), and I’m working on writing some more. I also illustrated my chapter books.

I have a new website, primarily devoted to my books. Please, check it out! www.lucindawest.com. Also, join my Facebook page Books by Lucinda, if for no other reason than to boost my fragile ego 😄. No, I’m not Lucinda Riley and I did not write the Seven Sisters LOL. Rather than search for books by Lucinda, click on the link provided above to find the right page.


I recently had the privilege of attending the convention of the Texas Library Association (TLA) in Austin. I met a bunch of librarians and other authors. It was quite an event! Apparently TLA is the largest in the United States.

Standing with other authors at the SCBWI booth.

I joined an organization as a children’s writer. It’s the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI). They offer a lot of training and resources, as well as camaraderie. They purchased an exhibit booth at TLA, then extended to all the authors an opportunity to sign up for a time slot and sell our books. It was a little challenging, since so many authors were giving books away for free. But I did sell a few, and it was a great networking event. I had a great time!

It was too far to drive for an early morning time slot. Since I also saw the afternoon slot open up the previous day, Tim drove me out there and we stayed overnight in the Fairmont. It’s right by the Convention Center, with a unique canopy connecting to it. It’s a relatively new, high-end hotel, and I highly recommend it if you are looking. Tim enjoyed working from the room while I attended the convention. We lucked into a special rate on the room, or we might not have stayed there.

Fairmont Canopy (that’s the convention center on the other side).
The open sides were a bit daunting 😳😳. It crosses the street below.

We left town right after my early morning MRI (of the brain) on Thursday and made the three hour trek to Austin. I had chemo the next day (Friday) in the afternoon, so the time I had at TLA was limited. I did get to walk around after my Thursday afternoon book signing and talk to some of the exhibitors. We had to leave after my time was up Friday morning.

Needless to say, I was a bit tired after all that setting up and tearing down, and travel back and forth (plus the two visits to MD Anderson), but I’m just happy to be alive and have the opportunity to do things like this. I just schedule life and then rearrange my doctor’s visits accordingly. If it’s last minute (like this kind of was), I make it work in between.

Most people see me and have no idea. I kind of like it that way. That’s life with metastatic breast cancer.


One of the hardest parts about being an author is the marketing side of things. Most authors are introverts, and they are asked to make public appearances, reach out to venues, and talk about their books. A wise author once told me, writing and speaking go hand-in-hand like a ball and glove. You can’t have one without the other.

Publishers will often help with that, but I decided to go the self-publishing route instead of hiring a literary agent. I’m still learning how to get into various venues, and searching for the best ways to reach people with my books. Lots of people say they love the concept, and love the books, but sales are low.

I have reached out to schools (they are much harder to get into than they used to be). I also have some events scheduled in Krogers, and created banners to draw attention to my table. I’m going to set it up outside our Airstream at the International Rally in Wyoming (coming soon). I just sat with a friend who gave me heaps of ideas as well as contacts, so that’s my next list to address. Although I’m open to traveling and conducting book tours, I’m working on strengthening my brand in the local market.

I am also considering ways to market to grandparents. After all, parents and grandparents are the ones who will buy the books. So, that’s one of my next steps. Unfortunately no, AARP doesn’t permit personal ads 🙄🙄.

In addition to writing a new picture book (a sequel to Onomatopoeia), I’m working on a second edition to my camping (chapter) book. Hopefully this will generate more interest as the cover will be simpler and well designed. (I also get to correct that typo in my mail address 🙄). I’m contemplating hiring an illustrator for the next edition when I get to that point, but I haven’t decided for sure. There are pros and cons!

If you have any ideas on how to market children’s books, or would like to let me know if you think I should hire an illustrator, please comment below. I’m also open to comments about ways to improve my writing. Just be kind, please 😁. Thanks so much for your feedback, and of course your support!


À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!