It’s time I started writing again, my life has taken me on a journey that I’ve struggled to make sense of and has finally been made fairly clear. My dad’s passing, my unhealed childhood and the pain of losing my brother have brought me to this moment. It’s time to tell the story of my life and in doing so I pray that others find meaning for themselves in my story.
Let’s start off with something current and go from there, particularly the second week of February which completely kicked my ass, in all ways possible.
It started off like a regular week except I had made a doctors appointment due to symptoms I’d been experiencing for the previous 6 months or so, that history will come later. My appointment involved a breast lump I have along with a lump in my armpit. 😳 Tuesday February 10th was my doctor appointment with a local holistic doctor in town, hubby went with for support as I struggle to communicate personal needs due to unhealed wounds from my upbringing. My appointment wasn’t what I was hoping, the doctor was very concerned with my condition and sent a referral to a radiologist for a mammogram and ultrasound and had me start on Ivermectin. I went home and cried all night thinking I was going to die even though I was thinking this is all due to a bad tooth. Wednesday February 11 the doctor calls to check on me and recommends we start some high dose antibiotics in case this really is my tooth while we wait for the mammogram. That makes me feel a bit better and I start them immediately and start to feel relief in my chest after the first dose. I have a little hope.
Thursday February 12, I get a phone call from the funeral home in town letting me know my dad passed away on February 8. Yes, this is how I found out my dad died four days prior, a phone call from the funeral home, he said if it weren’t for my uncle he’d never known I existed. This is another separate story as well and we will get to that one soon because it wasn’t cool and his funeral is coming up next month and I’m frivolously trying to work on something to say at his funeral that people are hoping I’ll avoid altogether.
Bad things happen in three’s so I’m nervous about what the next thing could possibly be and who’d have thought it came as soon as it did.
Friday February 13 my oldest called to let me know my middle child was arrested on a federal warrant on Tuesday February 10, the day of my Dr appointment, from a grand jury indictment done in November 2025, he was released from the county jail to be transported to the prison on February 12, the day I found out about my dad.
Talk about a gut punch, holy hell it was a week that I am still trying to make sense of. It was like watching a bad movie that you can’t turn off.
Now here I am no longer wondering what my purpose in life is because the last few weeks have tested me and tried to break me and I am driven to share this extremely difficult situation with anyone who thinks it might help them because this will not break me.
I’ll let you know how the mammogram and dentist appointment went as we get to the present day and where I go from here.
To be continued…
If you’d like to get to chapter 2 you can follow this link. https://guyslittlesister.com/2026/02/28/prelude-to-a-bad-week/
My Life, My Story 
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