Holiday Shopping

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I don't know if any of you are like me...but if you are, you are probably not done with your holiday shopping. This year Nathan and I went black Friday shopping. Ha ha naturally we went to Target to get the x-box one Nathan wanted. P.s. if you are looking for an inexpensive Christmas tree that is really cute, we got ours at Target for $30. Ya..$30. Perfect for any of you newly weds that don't have any Christmas decorations.

This year I am putting together a dream Christmas list (half of which I've already bought😅) I have a weakness for cute clothes that aren't expensive. I am having a stomach surgery right before Christmas so I needed some cute presents to get me though the Holidays. Raise of hand how many of you get a new pair of Christmas Eve pj's? I love love love this tradition. There is something about falling asleep in new pajamas being excited for what the next day brings. If you are looking for cute pajamas for yourself I would look here. They also have really cute holiday wear!

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Use the coupon code HAULIDAY to take advantage of their best offers. Their pajamas are seriously cute and they also have awesome gifts! Hope you enjoy your cozy Christmas!!!

I Cry With You

Have you ever been really determined to succeed...and then failed. Guys life is truly frustrating and unfair. I know most people can probably relate to this. Especially me, today. I love being positive and upbeat about a situation but sometimes you just have be truthful with yourself. THIS SUCKS! Go ahead say it. It feels good. THIS IS UNFAIR and STUPID. I AM NOT OK!

How many times do we say we are ok in a day. People ask me how I am and I say "I'm ok, I'm good". Ha ha cause who wants to hear your list of frustrating things. Usually when I tell people how I actually feel they respond with awkward positivism or pity. Neither of which I am a fan. We all do it though. Why are we so afraid to just say how we feel? Tell others how we are doing and have actual compassion for them.

This has been on my mind a lot. I look on Instagram and see all these people going through hard things. Half the time I want to comment but think , they don't know me, that would be weird. I see their stories and I literally cry for them but can't be vulnerable enough to tell them. Why do we do this? Why do we pretend that we don't feel something when we do.

I secretly follow lots of you. I follow your stories and ponder your life lessons. At the end of the day I just realize that we are all in this together. We are all human and we all HAVE LIVED. Which is hard. It's hard to be alive. So why is it that we pit ourselves against each other. Why is it that we have to apply a situation to ourselves in order to feel compassion and mercy.

I am so sick of this. I am sick of pretending and having people pretend with me. So today I offer a challenge. Let someone know that you cry with them. That you feel their pain. That you know that they are not ok but you love them anyway.

Today I want to let Steve and Savanna Tate know that I cry with them. That there little boy Hayes has taught me so much and I have loved his story. That his courage and your courage has given me courage. I feel your pain and I can't imagine what it is like to lose your child to cancer. I do not completely understand but I know what it's like to be human and to lose something very precious and I love you for sharing his story with me. Families are forever! I pray for you and you and Hayes will always be in my thoughts.

If you are reading this and you feel like you're alone, I want you to know that I do cry with you. I may not know you and maybe we aren't best friends but we have both been through hard things. I understand your pain and I understand your loneliness. I am actually grateful to know that I am not alone because you have suffered something too. I love you for it. I love knowing that even when I feel alone, I know many people cry for me.

Guys tell someone. Tell someone you care today. Tell someone that they are not alone. Stop being afraid of social practices and politeness. Someone needs you. Please don't be afraid to be human and to cry with them

P.s. The Tates have started a foundation in Hayes name. You can buy a shirt that says Hayes tough for childhood cancer awareness. If you are interested here is the website : bit.ly/HayesToughShirts 

Chocolate Peppermint Cookies

Hey Guys...So I am going to be posting recipes on my blog. Let's just say I have a bit of a baking addiction. I LOVE IT! If you know me I am always putting out plates of cookies. My husband can't seem to quite keep up.

My health keeps me on a pretty strict diet...sometimes I cheat...but I have figured out how to make lots and lots of recipes gluten and dairy free. Today I will be taking a recipe I found on pinterest and changing it so I can enjoy it without all the bloating and guilt. 

This Christmas has been kind of crazy. I am getting a stomach surgery on the 20th and after that I am on a liquid diet. I hate liquid diets! So I have been trying to eat all of my holiday favorites before I can't. Peppermint is one of those things that I love but kind of feel like I can only eat during the holidays. I have already gone through 2 bags of the Hershey peppermint kisses so I was excited to do a recipe covered in white chocolate and peppermint. 

        

These cookies are really yummy. Almost like a hot chocolate cookie that's covered in more chocolate. They are pretty easily made gluten free and dairy free. My husband and brother and sister (who was nice enough to help me with my first post) ate the first batch in a matter of minutes. Ha ha I ate 3 right before I wrote this. 😅 These don't have a lot of guilt besides the sugar. I firmly believe that if you are going to eat a cookie it should be sweet! However these shouldn't make you feel bloated and crappy. Something I really appreciate in a recipe. 





Make these cookies! They are so yummy. Please feel free to comment on any changes you would be interested in seeing and any recipes you would like me to try! I am open to helpful suggestions! Have a very merry Christmas! 

To Suffer, To Struggle, To Become Better

Guys I'm not going to lie...This week was SO hard! I spent the whole week thinking about what I would write about. I wanted to make sure that this blog could be a way to uplift people and give them hope. I think it probably helps me more than it helps you. I talked with my sister for a long time on Sunday and she got me thinking about a lot of things. Which made me question why I still have faith and hope even during hard times.
Right before I started to get sick (really sick) I remember praying to God and asking Him to make me better, stronger and more like Him. When I was younger my family went through a lot of tough stuff and I thought I had aced the test. I thought I could give Him all the correct answers. I had kept praying and reading my scriptures and going to church. I thought that was all it took to ace one of God's tests. Trust me those things are important for your sake,but, I didn't realize that when I asked God to make me better I was asking for much more. I was asking to suffer and to struggle.
At first when I got sick I was really mad. I thought about how unfair it was that I had to go through these things. I thought the answer was to have faith and then I would be cured. To only pray for miracles that included my suffering to be over. Guys this is not the type of change God had in mind for me. He knew that I could pray for a miracle and that's not what I needed. He knew that I needed to learn to suffer, to struggle and know how to be strong within myself.
So things got harder and harder. I doubted my faith and didn't understand why someone like me who had been good all my life had bad things happen. Why did I have to go to sleep with no hopes and dreams for the day to come? Why would a loving God make us suffer?
Basically I was mad at God for giving me exactly what I had asked of Him. And eventually it hit me. Probably way later than it should have. If I had asked to come to earth to become better shouldn't I be disappointed if I didn't get this chance to go through hard things? Even more, if my Savior sacrificed His hopes and His dreams and His life, why wasn't I willing to sacrifice mine for Him? If I wanted to become better and more like Him why wasn't I willing to struggle?
I am not saying that if we understand these things that life gets easier. This week I had a tube shoved down my nose about 30 times while dry heaving. It was rough and I cried the whole time. But that night I realized that I was going to bed with hope. I realized that I have become strong enough to accept what I have been given and know that I can face the next day with confidence and courage. Trust me I am not always positive and not always grateful but I go to bed feeling like I have conquered something hard and that I can overcome anything. That it is a privilege to suffer.
If you are not to this point keep trying. That's all He asks of us is to not give up and to keep looking forward even though you don't know what the future holds. Trust in Him, in His plan and His incredible love for you! Most of all go to bed knowing that you are strong and that you did conquer something today. Even if it was just getting out of bed. You have courage far beyond what you believe and the strength to suffer, to struggle and to become better!


P.s. to all you tubies out there, you are amazing! I don't think I am tough enough to have one of those in all the time. 

Introducing Me

Dear friends,
I have been thinking about this post for awhile. Planning it out in my head trying to figure out the best way to express my heart. First I will start by telling you a little more about myself.

My name is Ellen and I am 23 years old. I got married last spring to my sweetheart and I am from Utah. I also have a chronic illness. My whole life I thought I was normal and healthy and then when I was 18 I started getting sick. First it started with muscle pain and infections. I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and sleep disorders. I started medications and didn't worry too much about it until I got so sick  I had to drop out of my semester of school. We thought we knew what we were dealing with when I tested positive for cystic fibrosis and got hospitalized for pancreatitis. At the time it was terrifying. I was positive that my life was over and that all my dreams were dead. While at the hospital they became pretty certain that my diagnosis was wrong and they sent me home sick and with no answers. I spent almost the rest of that year in bed. We saw so many doctors and yet no one had answers. I felt so hopeless. Others thought that it was in my head and I tried to believe that. I tried to convince myself that I was fine and that it was just a phase. I started school back up again and loved it. I am/was an opera major at the University of Utah. It was going pretty good but I was a little overwhelmed with the work load. I finally hit rock bottom when I started having seizures. I also couldn't keep down most of my food. I was hospitalized and they were yet again more unanswered questions. I felt so lost and didn't know what to do. I knew I wasn't crazy. I knew something was really wrong. Still not many people believed me. 

Finally I decided to take matters into my own hands and get things figured out. I looked up more about my original diagnosis and also did a lot of reading on the things I was struggling with. My mom and I had heard about a clinic in Salt Lake that worked with people that had Fibro and other problems. I applied to the clinic which took a lot of time. We had to get every medical record that I had and answer lots of questions. About  8 months later we got an appointment. I went and talked them through every year of my life. Every detail. It was a 3 hour appointment and I had no idea that my life was about to change. My next appointment was with the doctor that ran the clinic. Dr. Bateman. She started by telling me that I had been misdiagnosed my whole life. She had spent 3 months studying my case and knew what was wrong. 
I have Dysautonomia. Yep you've probably never heard of it...neither had I. Dr. Bateman explained that your autonomic system runs your body's functions. It communicates orders from your brain to your organs and regulates all your systems. The reason I had been misdiagnosed with so many things was because I had every symptom know to man. You could pin it on a lot of diseases but none of them explained why this was all happening. For the first time I felt so happy that someone finally understood what was going on. Someone knew that it wasn't in my head, that it wasn't my fault. What came next was unexpected. Dr. Bateman made it clear to me that there was no cure and that even treating the symptoms was sometimes ineffective. She told me that I had a choice. I could give up and decide my life was pointless or I could accept that life would be tough but if I worked hard enough I could live a happy life. 
In the last couple years I have thought about this conversation a lot. Isn't this the choice we all have? Life is never ever expected and usually doesn't go exactly the way we want it to. We can chose to throw in the towel or to keep moving. I have had many many days when I wanted to quit. I so often felt that there was nothing left for me in this life. I felt that college, marriage, career and having kids were too far out of my reach. I even had people constantly remind me of that fact. People, including myself, referred to me as broken. It took me a long time to realize that that was the furthest thing from the truth. I came to understand that my body worked differently. That I could have dreams that were just as wonderful as my old dreams, I just had to go about them differently. I learned to love my body for the way it is...at least most of the time. Ha ha I even met a man that loves and accepts me for exactly the way I am. 
Trust me my life is still far from perfect. Every day is a battle. I now have so many disappointing test results it feels overwhelming. I am on surgery number 2 for this year and I go to exercise class with seniors...senior citizens. I don't know whats ahead. And I don't need to. I know it will be hard but I also know it will be worth it. I decided to start blogging because Dr. Bateman told me that there are so many people that still believe their life and dreams are over. To those people I would like to say, don't quit. There is help and hope on the way. The life you had may feel like it's over but that's far from the truth. You will have an even better life. It may be different and you will push yourself farther than you ever thought but you will learn so much. You will learn to really love yourself and appreciate the things in life that matter. Don't be afraid to fall apart or have a bad day. Embrace them!You can do this...never ever doubt that. And never ever doubt that your life isn't worth the work or the struggle. You are more valuable than you can imagine and your story is just beginning.

I hope this is helpful to someone. I am not a writer and I am definitely not perfect so don't judge too much. I will be trying to write every week so k

eep tuning in if your interested in this sickie. ;) Much love to all of you and may God bless you in your trials!