Remembering Krista Ralston Oakes, a brain cancer survivor, writer, wife, mom and friend.
I have been following your journey here in your blog, but I couldn't possibly pick just one post....I would have to say that the most inspiring posts to me have been the ones where you have pondered the gift of time and the spending of this time. It inspires me to not take time for granted but to make the most out of what we have. It reminds me that although we are here for our earth journey, time is to be spent wisely and that I am a spiritual being having an earth experience (not the other way around.....)Best wishes for a joyous Christmas season and good luck for your Messiah performance!Mari - Sydney, Australia
I agree with Mari. No one single post stands out for me, but back when you were posting more often (ahem!), it seemed like every day you were grateful and faithful and setting incredible priorities and full of hope and it made me ponder my own blessings and what I'm doing with my life.
The one where (sounds like an episode from Friends) you describe what it was like getting an MRI. It was meaningful since my (adopted) daughter had one and we couldn't take pictures and I wondered what it was like to go through all the treatments. I love it that you have such faith and it truly is a miracle that your life has been extended!
I have just started reading your blog and feel like having known you for ages. All posts are favourite. I admire the way you see life. Btw, I was at brain CT today...
I also like the posts where you ponder how you have spent your gift of time. My husband was diagnosed with a GBM IV in August. When things seem hopeless, I discuss your posts and show him that it is possible to enjoy each day. He got a kick out of your "having half a mind" to do something.
I like all the ones I've read equally. I just like that you continue to write. I like that you continue to stay so positive and thankful. You are an inspiration. I lost my mom to a Grade 4 Glio. She only had 10 months, but like you, she made the very most of every single day. And like you, she wrote her thoughts down daily, as well as a journal full of beautiful poetry. As her son, I hang on every word she left. There are some words I've yet to read because when I read them it's like I'm hearing them for the first time, which keeps her alive, in a sense. Her words were a gift to her children. So are yours. Ten years on, her words are gifts that keep on giving. Keep going. Keep writing. Keep the faith.
My favourite posts are about your children's birthday. I like the way you organize the whole ceremony with so much fantasy. Your strength gives me hope, about the cancer of my beautiful,fantastic mum.
Reading this, tears are streaming down my face. You were a strong lady Krista. So so so strong.God bless you.
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