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Month: December 2016

Keeping Up with the Mazzolas

Peeing in the Woods

So I just did a massive photo dump on Facebook-- and I apologize for blowing up everyone's feed with a million and one pictures of my November and December. But it had to be done. Lord knows I'm not one to take the time to back up my phone or use the Cloud or whatever the tech-savvy people do. I thought I was all good with my 120GB iPhone, but apparently 27,000 pictures and a few apps and a couple thousand songs combined is enough to cause you to "run out of storage." Lame. Total first world problems over here.
Keeping Up with the Mazzolas

Christmas Roundup

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope everyone had a fabulous Christmas-- I hope that each and every one of you got to spend enough time with your families and loved ones to last you until next Christmas. Just kidding. If there's one thing I've realized over the past couple of years, there's no such thing as too much (or even enough) time with family. Time spent with family is time well spent, in my book.
Keeping Up with the Mazzolas

The Plague and a Weekend Recap

So you know the other day when I was complaining about how my husband has been whining about his ailing throat for the past week? I might as well have just shoved my foot down my own throat then and there. Lo and behold, I woke up Saturday morning with a tickle in the back of my throat. This slowly progressed into full-fledged pharyngitis, and by the time church ended this morning, I felt like I was going to pass out and die in a cold sweat right there on the floor. So today I am writing what could very well be my last post ever. With the way this sore throat is going, it is likely that I won't make it through the night.  It seriously feels like I have a lego wrapped in sandpaper mixed a cactus lodged deep in the back of my throat.
Motherhood

In Honor of Sweet Baby James Daly Mazzola

  Today is the 17th of December. It's been two months since we lost our sweet baby James. I've been having a hard time lately with not being pregnant during the holidays like I was expecting to be, and I have to keep telling myself that God's plan is bigger than me. Something positive was supposed to come from James' death. That has to be true. It's something I struggle with, but I know it's true. It has never been more apparent to me than it was this week.