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    My Mountain Has a Name
    My Mountain Has a Name
    My Mountain Has a Name
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    My Mountain Has a Name

    By Patsy Wilder Brown

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    I guess after the healing inside my body, the way I look has been just as difficult to accept. I hated the way people stared at me after I lost my hair. The indention in my head also bothered me a lot. I know it is never going to go away, and the child in me wanted to fill it in with Silly Putty. I felt like the monster in The Goonies until Steve changed that for me in the blink of an eye. Without even asking, he put his finger in the indention on my head and said to me, God put His hand on you and said, this is my Patsy! That one statement changed the way I thought about my look and took all of the hurt about it away. He helped me see that I am truly one of Gods special children!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJun 26, 2012
    ISBN9781477213544
    My Mountain Has a Name
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    Patsy Wilder Brown

    Patsy is a lifelong Alabama resident. She loves music and is a self-taught guitar player. After finding her life turned upside down, and her faith tested to the limits, she decided to write a book to help others going through cancer and the aftermath of what it does to the mind and body. Her unique perspective and humor in the face of a devastating disease is inspiring and most of all, real.

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      My Mountain Has a Name - Patsy Wilder Brown

      Patsy Wilder Brown. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 6/22/2012

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-1355-1 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-1353-7 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-1354-4 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2012909874

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      This book is printed on acid-free paper.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      CONTENTS

      EDITED BY: CINDY JOINER

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:

      BIBLIOGRAPHY

      This book is lovingly dedicated to my best friend, Donnie. We have remained side by side for over thirty-seven years. He has helped me put my thoughts together for this book. We have laughed together this past year as well as cried together. He is my rock and has been here when everybody else went home. As corny as it sounds…he does complete me and our love and respect for each other is limitless. I thank God for this most loving and wonderful man. I love you, Donnie…

      EDITED BY: CINDY JOINER

      Words escape me when I think of the gift that Cindy has so lovingly given me by editing my book. Cindy and I are first cousins and the bond and love we have for one another runs deep. Thank you Cindy, for this self-less act of love you have bestowed upon me….I love you dearly!

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:

      Dr. Rene Chambers, my surgeon. Without her prompt attention to my condition, I surely would not be here today. She is by far the best neurosurgeon in the country. I thank the Good Lord above every day for her steady hands and her caring heart. The positive support she provided for my family and me was above and beyond the call of duty. She and I have laughed so much about my circumstances until finally she said, Patsy, you need to write a book. So, thanks Doc for the encouragement and the positive support that finally made me sit down and put it on paper.

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      Dr. Lisle Nabell, my oncologist. Thankfully, she was aggressive with my treatments. I thank God for her wisdom and dedication to my health. She always made sure that mentally and physically, I was where I needed to be before each treatment. She never fails, even now, to make me feel secure about whatever her decisions are concerning my health. I will be under her care for a few more years, and I am extremely thankful that she is my doctor.

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      I would like all who read this book to know what a great support system I have. To my family and friends (and you know who you are) that have gone the long haul with me and continue by my side, I want you all to know how truly appreciative I am. I knew that I was loved, but I never dreamed that I was loved by so many!

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      I want to thank Linda Cowden and Carol Wesson for their help in making sure the paragraphs and sentences were put in the correct places. Thank you for your hours of reading and studying to make sure everything was where it should be.

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      Thank you to my friend Bev…without you, the pictures would still be in picture space!!!!! I love you.

      An excursion or adventure can be planned or unexpected. Usually when it is planned, it goes a little better. I definitely didn’t sign up for mine voluntarily, but it has been an important journey with many lessons learned. This is my true story; a tale of unbelievable experiences that I never dreamed would ever happen to me.

      Each morning as I sit watching the sun rise above the trees and the day starts to come alive, I think of my life and the wonderful ride it has been so far. I know that usually life is what you make it, but there are times that your life takes unexpected turns, and you must adjust to those changes. It is when you encounter the mountain that is too high, and your energy to climb it bottoms out that things really get interesting.

      Yep, I did hit that mountain head-on and for the first time in my life, it was an obstacle I could not get over or around. I came to this realization as I lie on the ground examining new mysterious scrapes and bruises on my body; my days had become less than ordinary, so I knew that I probably needed to re-direct my planning. The first step I had to figure out was how to get the healing process started. One thing I knew; I could not continue to lie around and watch the wounds multiply. I had to form a plan and fast. Even though I had decided to take action, I saw my mountain looming before me as a frightening obstacle.

      I thought through my predicament, and then started my plan of action . . . at least that’s what I thought I was doing at the time. I began looking for a path to go up or around the mountain feeling I could solve this problem, but as hard as I looked, I could not find it. I kept searching for the path, or even the start of a trail until I was exhausted, and all I could do was lie still and rest because a beginning point was nowhere in sight. All I could think was, how did this happen? My life was on track to finally be able to do some things. I had a job that I loved and was making good money. We could finally afford to buy some extra things and go places. For the first time in many years, we did not have to account for where every penny went, so I had to do something in order not to lose this place in life.

      I decided to start my ascent without a path or a trail . . . but with no luck. I kept sliding back down and being injured more in the process. As I lie at the bottom, all I could do was wonder how was I going to climb over this mountain and still be able to maintain the things I had with no losses. I had responsibilities that must be met, so I thought I had no choice. Since going over the mountain had already proven to be impossible, around was the next logical choice, but for each step I took, I fell back three. This was also proving to be the wrong choice for my dilemma.

      I decided then that my only option was to seek help. Finally, I could see hope to get over my mountain. My help had a plan…a path, so we began together. We started making some progress, but once we got to even the first foothold, I fell back down and was left at the bottom again. So, I looked for new help and am told that the problem would be solved, and we definitely would get over the mountain; however, not without some permanent health problems that could be controlled. No problem, I was on-board for my pain to be gone and was excited. We started making a dent in the mountain, and the pain was not so intense and then wouldn’t you know it, I fell back to the ground and lie there again…alone.

      After two falls back to the ground, my pain was almost unbearable, and I decided to try one more time for help. I thought about it and finally, I knew where to turn. I was told to trust, and we would conquer the mountain, and I would be on the other side. Yep, I was skeptical, but what choice did I have at this point? I knew I must do something because my injuries were getting worse and harder to control.

      So, I scooted over to the base of my mountain one more time and thus, my journey began for the third time! We made it to the first foothold with little or no effort because I was being carried and glad of it. After several days of climbing up and then going around, we finally reached the top. What I saw below scared me to death, but at that point I had no choice…I had to continue. My mountain now had a name…CANCER! I was assured that I would not be left alone, but it was going to be a hard descent. I knew I was ready for the pain to stop, but not sure about the things that I was going to lose in the process. I thought the climb up and around was difficult; I had no idea how hard the trip down would be.

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