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Pamela Mcintosh

Egg, Potato, or Coffee Bean?

The Analogy Which one are you? Let yourself feel. THE ANALOGY This is an analogy I came across this week.  Take potatoes, eggs, and crushed coffee beans and place in three separate pots of boiling water.  The potato starts out firm, the egg starts out with a fragile shell and soft inside, and the coffee bean is crushed.  Place all three in boiling water; symbolizing adversity in this picture we are painting.  The potato was firm outside of pain, but is now soft, weak, falling apart.  The egg that was fragile and soft on the inside is now hardened.  The…

Calm During Chaos

So….I love to run for fun and when I am visiting the grandkids, that is just what I do! We made it back to South Texas this afternoon and finally sitting down at 8 PM to look through the pics I took and reflect on the precious memories.  We take turns staying with each one of our daughters during visits and this time it was Molly’s house.  This is where she, my son-in-law, Tyler, and four granddaughters live in the small town of Valley View in North Texas.  This visit was to celebrate Audree…

Ready, Set, Stop

Friday, March 31st, I worked from home and was in deep thought all day about my upcoming Half Marathon on Sunday.  It was my top training speed I have ever had…until I pulled my glute muscle and then I got sick.  The last two weeks were spent barely making it through each day and squeezing in a few work outs.  I had worked up to 10 miles and decided that I was just going to do the best I could do.  The last couple weeks, I treated my body as a I should all the time.  Stretching throughout…

Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired

We had back to back weekends with our precious granddaughters, but caught a bug along the way and kept pushing and trying to ignore the illness.  I am stubborn when it comes to being sick and do not like to admit when I do not feel good.  I double up on Vitamin C and just keep trucking along.  This did not work this time.  Here it is so close to my race, I thought this can not be happening.  Then on top of this, I pulled my glute and had a lot of pain from it.  I started using my…

Nana’sLife March Visits – Part 2

This weekend was a back to back visit with our granddaughters.  Our oldest daughter and Ruthie came to spend the weekend while my son-in-law was out of town and we were so happy to have them. We started the weekend back at Tiago’s enjoying our Mexican Food meal…again, but you just can’t beat the food and service.  Next day we took Ruth to see Beauty in the Beast. Ruth is 3 years old and loves movies.  It was a little long for her, but she liked and just the hype of going…

Nana’s Life March Visits – Part 1

The visits with our daughters and granddaughters are the most treasured days.  We moved away from North Texas in 2012 when our first granddaughter was 9 months old.  Now we have five that are ages 5, 4, 3, 2, and 8 months.  We go from one visit to the next gathering nuggets of making memories.  We go there or they come here to see us in the Hill Country.  This weekend our youngest, Molly, her husband Tyler, and Audree (5), Hallee (4), Ivy (2), and Hazel (8months) came to stay the weekend.  I get so excited for these visits and…

About Me

I am a wife, a mom, a runner, a cancer survivor, a Christ follower.  My therapy is running and have finished 10 Half Marathons since 2008.  After being diagnosed with Stage 3 cancer, my cousin and I decided to train for and run a half marathon after my treatment was complete.  I was accustomed to running several times a week, but not long distance.  In November of 2008, 15 friends and family joined me that day.  When I came across the finish line, I cried tears of joy for the fact that God allowed me to beat cancer and that…

How it all began…

How It All Began What made me go to the doctor The procedure The diagnosis The Days after leading up to Stage 4 What Made Me Go To The Doctor First of all, I am a very private person and don’t really like to talk about myself, so this is a little out of my comfort zone.  My cancer was diagnosed at Stage III and would not have been caught if I would not have gone to the doctor when I did.  I felt completely fine and had no other symptoms except some blood in my stool.  (Embarrassing…