Why do bad things happen to good people?

Whitni, Hilary, and myself

Well my best friend Whitni was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in December. I was in shock, in denial, and just angry. I don't think I have ever cried so much in my life. I didn't understand why Heavenly father would give this to her. She started chemo right away and I was able to spend a few days with her up at the Huntsman Cancer Center. Her prognosis was not good. She has one of the most rare cancers and was not really given much hope of fighting it.

I had spring break last week and went down to St. George to spend time with her. It was so much fun. We spent a lot of time in bed because she didn't feel well, we got to hang out with her cute niece and nephews, we went swimming in her grandmas pool, and we went fishing at Lake Powell. I had never been to Powell so that was awesome. So pretty! It doesn't matter what we do when we are together, we always seem to have a good time. That is what I love about our friendship. We are both pretty chill and we both look at things in life the same way.

In February, I also got to go down to a private concert that Hilary Weeks did for Whit. It was AMAZING. Her music is just so inspiring and touching. It was a night full of gratitude, full of testimonies, and full of the love of Christ. Whit shared a story about getting a blessing from Elder Holland. One thing specific that he said is that she will be healed. May not be here on earth, but she will be healed.

I still have a really hard time, thinking about what the future will bring. Whit is my HERO! She is truly one remarkable person. I don't think I will ever understand why heavenly father would give Whit cancer that she cannot beat. Don't get me wrong I have hope and I know that he will cure her if it is his will.

Bad things happen, and in the words of Whitni, "you can either laugh or cry about it." She is as positive as you could be in this situation. I love her dearly and am so thankful for her, I know she was put in my life for a reason.

Who would of thunk it....

crochet....me.....yes! I love it. I tried to learn over a year ago and I was an epic failure. At Christmas time, my sister taught me everything she knows. She got me an amazing book "The Happy Hooker" which has lots of fun patterns and easy instructions. After a little bit of hard work, I learned how to do it.Also my friends where all pregnant at the same time, so I was able to crochet little hats and make hooded towels for their cute little babies.

Here are some pictures of the crafts I have been doing this year.

an IV, whats that?

Ok, so this was a little bit of a traumatic experience so I thought I better write about it. I have had this bump on my arm at least since college and probably before. It had gotten bigger and worse so my mom had me go get it checked out. I honestly didn't think it was a big deal. Sure I was scared to death because I have never liked hospitals and needles have always freaked me out. The monday before my surgery I had to go get my blood work done. I was so scared, all I could think about is that if this freaked me out how the crap was I supposed to have surgery. I am such a wimp. Then Wednesday around 11 I showed up. Not really knowing what was going to happen. They called me back and told me to change into a gown. At that point I knew this was a bigger deal then I thought it was. The gown was a little breezy, imagine that, and so I was cold. The nurse moved me to a different room to where they could hook up a heater that goes through a hose into my gown. It was the coolest thing ever and I need to get me one of those. Then the nurse asked if I have a hard time with IV's. I looked at her and said I have never had one. An IV, what's that? I didn't say that. It didn't hurt to bad but it killed just being in my hand after a few minutes. As I sat there waiting for the doctor, I couldn't help but think this would be the perfect time to have a man. Ha Ha. How pathetic. Well the anesthesiologist came in and told me my options and I was all for putting myself all the way out. He said he was their to make me happy! Literally! It was the weirdest feeling of getting wheeled in a hospital bed into the operating room. The lights were bright and I just remember them putting stuff into my iv, and then telling me that I would get very sleepy. Wait for it, wait for it, seriously is what I was thinking and then it felt like I was going to pass out. The next thing I know I was in a different room and I could barely open my eyes. I was glad when my mom came to take me home. I am thankful for strong drugs. I got perkocet to help me out for a few days. I was really loopy which was fun, but it made me really depressed at the same time. Weird feelings going on and my sleeping is majorly off. Hopefully I can get back on track. I should have an awesome scar from it. I am so thankful for great friends that watch out for me and do anything to make a girl feel better. Thanks girls!

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