Sunday, March 1, 2015


On Wednesday night, I got a massive headache. Not the Excedrin-tension type headache. The kind of pain that sent me to the ER over a month ago, which indicated brain cancer. My oncologist put me back on steroids to reduce the apparent increased inflammation. Apparently this isn't highly unlikely, but it certainly is not welcome. I was so happy to be OFF the steroids finally, after 3 weeks of jitters, sleeplessness, swelling. 

It didn't last long.

My headache has subsided. It isn't gone, but it is tolerable.

But my biggest worry was not the steroids. It was the momentary gulp I took in thinking about still going to see my best friend in Georgia this week.

Susan and I had a Blue Ridge Mountain trip planned for October of 2013. 2 days before my flight, I had a vitreous detachment in my good eye, handing me blurry vision in both. I was optically and emotionally unable to drive and fly. The trip was cancelled.

In the spring and summer of 2014, Susan was dealing with her own health issues and we found no connect-time. We decided to plan another trip the first week in September. That week found me in the hospital with severe chemo-constipation and receiving radiation for the 2 new tumors. No trip.

Dad died 2 weeks later and the rest of my fall and winter of 2014 was trying to cope with the side effects of a new chemo that was slowly killing me.

We planned yet another trip for this March. When the brain cancer was found, I cancelled the cabin in the mountains because I did not know what I was facing. We wanted to get our refund back while we still could. I told the owner of the cabin that if for some reason she did not rent it out, and I was able to come, that we would do a last minute rental.

We did a last-minute rental.

Come hell or high water, Susan and I are going to be together again. We talk every day, but we need to BE together. Breathing mountain air. Meandering around mountain villages. Hiking the trails.

And so I am praying that the headache issue and the vertigo that has also popped up will turn themselves around completely this week. God's blessings are great, and I am trusting that He can't wait to give us this one.

Friday, February 27, 2015


One of my devotionals today spoke to me through its words: SHARE THIS. And so I do.

Jesus already knows the cost of grace. He already knows the price of forgiveness.
But He offers it anyway.

God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. - Romans 5:8

God didn’t look at our frazzled lives and say, “I’ll die for you when you deserve it.” No, despite our sin, in the face of our rebellion, He chose to adopt us.

Jesus Died for Our Sins

As a young boy, I read a Russian fable about a master and a servant who went on a journey to a city. Many of the details I’ve forgotten, but the ending I remember. Before the two men could reach the destination, they were caught in a blinding blizzard. They lost their direction and were unable to reach the city before nightfall.

The next morning concerned friends went searching for the two men. They finally found the master, frozen to death, face down in the snow. When they lifted him they found the servant — cold but alive. He survived and told how the master had voluntarily placed himself on top of the servant so the servant could live.

I hadn’t thought of that story in years. But when I read what Christ said He would do for us, the story surfaced — for Jesus is the Master who died for the servants.

I was given mercy so that in me, the worst of all sinners, Christ Jesus could show that He has patience without limit. - 1 Timothy 1:16

Our Savior kneels down and gazes upon the darkest acts of our lives. But rather than recoil in horror, He reaches out in kindness and says, “I can clean that if you want.” And from the basin of His grace, He scoops a palm full of mercy and washes away our sin.

Our faith does not earn God’s love any more than our stupidity jeopardizes it. The cross was heavy, the blood was real, and the price was extravagant. It would have bankrupted you or me, so He paid it for us.

Call it simple. Call it a gift. But don’t call it easy.

Call it what it is. Call it grace.

Max Lucado

Tuesday, February 24, 2015


One of my second-graders shyly came up to me today and said, "Mrs. E., what color is your hair?"

"Well," I answered, "when I have hair, it is brown, about the same shade as yours."

"Do you have any hair right now?" she asked.

"No, I don't."

Her eyes got (seriously) big as saucers and she turned quickly and walked back to her seat.

I could barely stifle my laughter. 

Monday, February 23, 2015


Have to share the very very sweet drawing my niece Betsy made for me. She is an amazing artist. She posted it on my Facebook page, but many of you can't see it there, so I wanted to show off her work. If I thought I looked even half as good as this drawing, I would be proud!! :) 

Thursday, February 19, 2015


Our family stands at the foot of the cross today, humbly accepting another gift from God. Our med reports from yesterday were so good. 

When they found a brain full of cancer, the medical contingent felt that it was probable that tumors were metastasizing in other parts of my body, quite possibly in the liver, kidneys or bones.

What we were given yesterday was wonderful news that there is no growing or spreading tumors anywhere. There is a spot on the primary tumor we will "watch," but it has no evidence of acceleration in any way.

Our family of three continues to have unwavering faith in the promises of the Word of God that healing----total and complete----will be ours. Based on His Word and nothing else.

To all my amazing blog followers who are my best friends and extended family, thank you for asking about, praying about, standing in faith with us, and wrapping us in your love.

To God be the glory, once again.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015


Potluck club is a highlight of our month. 6 great friends gather to share a meal, laugh and talk, play a game, or watch a game on TV. It's one of those dates we love penning onto our calendars every month.

Well, last night was February's meal. 

So, I got to thinking last night, after serving up this new concoction of mine, Peppermint White Chocolate Cream Fudge Eclairs, that I better show it to my Anna, Kate, Bets, and Gretch. I want my nieces to be reassured that brain cancer has not taken out the cells that can keep sweets out of the Hieb repertoire. Auntie Em can still "sweet poopy" any occasion and you need not fear, dear ones!!

For my praying friends, tomorrow is my CT scan which will tell us if there are any live tumors growing anywhere in my body. If there are, they will want a biopsy in Denver. Please pray AGAINST every cancer cell in the name of Jesus!! Thanks!

Monday, February 16, 2015


Seems like the stubble is hanging on for the moment, so I'm not gonna get that nice shiny, smooth head after all. So, I think we are off. They say 4-6 months for renewal. My fervent prayer is that by some miracle, I could have an inch of growth in less than 4 months (for the wedding). I would rather have a close cropped "military cut" for the wedding than the wig that is not me (I'll show you that soon and you'll agree). 

Ordered a few turbans and I am good to go!