When Others Hear your Angels


It wasn’t that big of a deal.  I had tripped and fell on it, and my hip was a little sore, maybe bruised, maybe arthritis. I had been diagnosed with breast cancer 2 years before and it seemed to be under control.

My friend Maryland Shirts, after a lunch date, offered to take me to check out the cancer center.  “That’s okay, I can call and get the information I need.”  I said.

“I know,” she said, “but sometimes its better just to go in person.”

I think Maryland hears voices of angels, because I am sure they were all shouting as loud as their angel rules would allow them to, “Take her to the cancer center right away!”

She did.

At the end of a very pleasant and informative meeting,  the nurse at the center said ‘You should get that hip joint checked out,  If you don’t have insurance, the hospital will cover it, until you do.’

I can just picture the angels standing on their cloud (or whatever they stand on)  with their hands cupped to their mouth shouting in their angel way,  “Tell her to go right away!’

She did, and I did.

I’m very grateful for friends that hear the voice of my guardian angels when I don’t.

Anne Carlson


Yay for the Worst Day


If all goes according to plan, tomorrow will be the worst cancer day in my life for a long time.  After tomorrow I will have some help fighting this battle and every day starting the day after tomorrow,  should be less cancer and more dead cancer cells. Hold onto your hat, chemo is just around the corner..

Anne Carlson

Ladybug Picnic


I’ve really enjoyed gardening, and have tried to stay organic.  One spring, I bought some ladybugs for the garden. The directions suggested letting them loose at night, but I just couldn’t wait so I took the lid off of the the pint-sized carton and released half the population out into the garden. 

When I tried to put the lid back on, so I could release the rest of them that night, I ran into a problem.  The little ladies kept climbing up and out the container and I didn’t want to squish any of them, so I put the open carton, which was similar to a small-sized ice cream container,  into the Jimmy Johns’ paper sac which had a big “EAT” on it.  I folded over the flaps and secured it with 2 close pins. I left the bag on the counter so I would remember to take the rest of them out that night.

That evening, not only were there no clothes pins on the bag, there were hundreds of ladybugs crawling down the bag, and spreading themselves across my kitchen counter like an army of spilled syrup.  

Eric, thinking I had left him a treat, had opened the bag, but when he tried to re-close the bag he ran into the same problem I did  and he didn’t want to kill any ladybugs either.

Most of the ladybugs that I wasn’t able to recover found their way to our houseplants and eventually to the garden when I put the houseplants outside for the summer.

Anne Carlson

Pain or Brain


Feeling very grateful for pain relief. Had a little trouble focusing when I tried to  add another chapter in one of my books.  I couldn’t keep my thoughts in one place.

When I want to use my brain, I may need to schedule that.  That’s a good idea I probably should have been doing that all along.

Anne Carlson

Training hats.


Photo by Anne Carlson

I’ve started wearing a knitted hat with my hair tucked in it so I can get used to what  it will be like to have no hair.  It reminds me of what was referred to as a training bra, for those of us as young women who wanted to wear a bra, but didn’t really need one.  So I suppose I could say this week I’m  wearing training hats.

It’s likely to start shedding mid Feb, 2 weeks from day 1.  My daughter wants me to wait to see if I might be one of the rare ones that don’t lose the hair.  “Okay,”  I conceded. “I’ll wait and see what happens.”  Perhaps she needs a little more time.

So many questions.  Today I feel  like I am getting ready to drive into a tunnel and not  being sure what I will find on the other side.

Will it work?  How much will it work?  When will I know?  So much is individual.  “Everyone is different,”  they tell me.

Anne Carlson



I’m now in a place where I must have help in order to function appropriately.  I’m having to rewire the way I think about myself.

What is it going to be like to look in the mirror and see a face with no hair?  What’s it going be like to look strange, to be identified publicly as “the woman with cancer.”

“It’s  not what is on the outside that counts, it’s what is on the inside.”  My mother always told me.  Good advice, Mom, I’m working on that.

Anne Carlson

We’ll See what God has in Mind


The guesswork is over. The end of a long road of research, study and questions. Got a treatment team using the R.G.C.C.Greek test (rgccusa.com) results  combining conventional treatment  with specific nutrition based on my own blood. This is so very rare to find here and is a result of extraordinary circumstances.

I’m confident in my decision. Thank you for your prayers. I’m doing my part.  We’ll see what God has in mind. I’m in His hands now.

Chemo Date: Feb 1st.

Anne Carlson

A Message


Taught a Sunday School lesson today. I have asked people when people pray for me, that if God has a message for me that I would hear it.

Here were the passages that were in the manual for me to teach from on today’s lesson:

In a dark and troubled hour, The Lord said to those he loved, “Let not your heart be troubled neither let it be afraid. (John 14:27)

28 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. (Matt 11:28-30)

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine; but a broken spirit drieth the bones. (Proverbs 17:22)

Where there is no vision, the people perish. (Proverbs 29:18)

Anne Carlson



Not long ago a wealthy man passed away in a neighboring town. The beautiful relics that he cherished dearly from his world travels were of no interest to his family.  They  became garbage the moment he died and now occupy space in the city landfill.

I have things I am no longer able to tend to, most of which has a story, a memory or a project.  It is surprising how much emotion I’ve infused into things. Getting rid of so many things causes a disruption in my emotional comfort zone until I imagine myself in heaven watching someone else do it.

Anne Carlson

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