what its like: to have had a cancer diagnosis.

What can I say other than I love this girl? Our What’s It Like featured sharer today is my good friend Heidi Anderson. Name sound familiar? Yes! It’s the Heidi I co-wrote In the Wait with! We have known each other for years, first serving together in children’s ministries at our church and becoming friends through that. She is one of the most vivacious, encouraging, and kind people I know and her fire for the Lord is undeniable. I have so richly blessed to have Heidi in my life and I know you will walk away encouraged by her story and the truths she shares.

Heidi, thank you for sharing your story with us and allow the Lord to shine brightly through you!

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I come from a family with no history of cancer. In fact, I come from a family with little history concerning any illness for that matter. My grandpa had diabetes and later passed away from a cardiac arrest, but my other grandparents lived to their 90’s—one just passed away at 103—and everyone else is healthy and well.

So imagine my surprise when I felt a bump on my neck. My mom assured me colds can enlarge lymph nodes, but when another bump appeared a month later, I scheduled a doc appointment to be sure.

Fast-forward to that moment, and I’ll never forget sitting on that white, crinkly paper, staring at a doctor who held my results, and hearing the words: “You have Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.” I was 23 at the time (which meant my mom came with me everywhere), and I remember looking over at her, clearly frustrated because I had never heard of such a thing, and asked, “What even is that?”

She nodded and affirmed cancer in your lymph nodes—and then the next moment later, I was ushered before a scheduling assistant calling an oncologist for the next available appointment. Which apparently was 3 weeks away.

I walked out of that appointment desperately needing a Savior. Have you ever felt like that? I hadn’t before. A situation so out of your control, there’s nothing you can do to fix it, and you know you need help, Someone bigger than yourself. So I sat in those 3 weeks, not sure what the future held, how far along I was, and what treatment would look like. And praying every day for help.

Finally, I met with my oncologist, and he confirmed stage 2 cancer with 6 months of chemotherapy and 6 weeks of radiation ahead. He then dove into all the possible scenarios that could result—like loss of muscle movement in my neck, or how chemotherapy could attack my ovaries making me unable to have kids. You know, trivial things.

Then came the symptoms that could develop in the future—breast cancer is a common second cancer and could come in my early 30’s (which is now….#thisis30) and by the age of 40, one of the chemotherapy drugs could result in a cardiac arrest or heart failure. Again, all things trite.

In all seriousness though, I say that because dealing with cancer in and of itself is scary and COMPLETELY lame. But then the enemy wants us to battle fear for the rest of their lives, because no matter how many years you’re in remission from that one cancer, there’s a whole legion of other deathly diseases knocking at the door. But I’m finding there’s reason God tells us in the Bible “do not fear” 365 times—every day, we have every opportunity to cower, but will we trust Him? That’s up to us.

This is where my story gets good.

I heard my pastor give a message around that time about suffering well—how men and women of the Bible had scary things happening to them. Daniel was thrown into a den full of hungry lions and Paul was beaten and thrown into prison… but Daniel didn’t focus on the roaring of the lions, and Paul didn’t stare helplessly at the bricks around his prison cell. They chose to believe that their reality was more than what meets the eye—and that God is working behind the scenes, and ultimately, He has already overcome.

I heard that message and thought, “That’s what I want, I want to do whatever it takes to suffer well.” And after that decision, three wonderful, jaw-dropping miracles followed that only the hand of God could orchestrate Himself:

  1. It wasn’t far into treatment that my pastor asked if I could share my story during services, so there I stood on that platform, sharing the news of cancer, but declaring the Gospel nevertheless. And there was the most wonderful man named Tyler Anderson visiting our church with friends that weekend, and he later sent me a simple Facebook message: “Heard your story, and I just want you to know that God wants you well and I’m praying for you.”

We messaged back and forth, met a couple months later, and got married almost a year after. The best, you guys. This, by far, has been my favorite blessing and proof alone that I serve a good God who gives abundantly good gifts to His people!

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  1. Because I worked at a church with thousands, I kept getting mauled with questions about how I was doing—and honestly, when my emotions were already a little tedious, it was hard. So I started writing a blog called Dear Mr. Hodgkin’s as a way to keep everyone informed, and ultimately, proclaim God’s truth in it. Each post grew to get thousands of views per day, people were sharing on social media as well as with friends and family, and it wasn’t long until believers all around the globe were praying for me. This is where I really learned the power of prayer.

The doctor soon found my body was responding well—and not just a “healthy, you’re on track, making progress as we projected” well, but like “plans need to change” well. Instead of 6 months of chemo, he cut it in half to 3 months and I was able to dive into radiation that much sooner. A miracle was happening before my very eyes, and it was UNDENIABLY Christ.

I want to pause here to say that I understand this isn’t everybody’s story. I’m not saying that if you pray and have faith, you’ll be healed, your child will be healthy, you’ll make plenty of money, and everything will go your way. But what I’m saying is that, sometimes, I think we as Christians forget about the power of prayer and give up on hope too early. We hear about a friend who was diagnosed with a terrible illness, we hear about a marriage on the rocks, and we hear about a friend struggling with infertility, and sometimes, we think, “That is so sad. I’m so sorry.”

But the truth is, we have the very Spirit of God who raised Christ from the dead, living in us, you guys! Alive. Working on our behalf. And still more powerful than anything we could ever face. So why do we respond so weak? Why do we even think to give up the fight before the battle has even finished?

And trust me when I say I was in the battle. It wasn’t all good, and God’s hand wasn’t always evident. I remember one night, the chemo drugs had an adverse effect on my body, and I was up all night, screaming into a pillow because my tongue literally felt like it was on fire. I had tears streaming down my face, begging God for relief, and I had to wait until the oncology center opened and they altered my treatment. There were plenty of those moments—when I’d touch the port on my chest and barely feel human, more like a robot than anything else, and just cry. When my hair started to fall out into clumps, and I had to shave my head. When the doctor told me I very well might not be able to have kids, and I’d cry for the future child I knew I was supposed to have.

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But I once heard my pastor put it this way—we know what happens when we don’t believe. Scripture shows us clearly when His people didn’t take hold of the faith, they didn’t enter the Promised Land, Jesus couldn’t perform miracles in His own hometown, etc. So when we give up, we know the battle’s been lost. We’ve forfeited the victory ourselves.

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But when we hope? When we pray for our friend to be healed, that marriage to be saved, and that friend to get pregnant, and actually believe it will happen, we very well might see the hand of God move. We might see people’s faiths getting restored and miracles happening. So why not hope? I’ve learned we can’t let our fear or disappointment get in the way, and we must remember God’s Word when it says, “As for me, I will always have hope.”

  1. Which leads me to my third miracle and blessing: My kids. Like I said, the doctors prepared me that I may not be able to have kids, but less than a year after we were married, Oscar came. A year and a half later, Mabel was born. And although I’ve miscarried, we are expecting our third baby to come this summer. This always chokes me up and reminds me that God alone holds the final word.

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So that’s my story, you guys. I wouldn’t have dreamt it, I would’ve loved a life with a perfect health record, and I still battle fears about the future because of my experience. But His hand has so heavily moved in my life that I’m eternally grateful and constantly convicted to live a life worthy of the calling I’ve received.

And let me leave you with this—whatever you’re fighting against today, whatever you’re struggling against to keep the faith, and whatever is chiseling at your spirit and threatening your hope, remember the deeds of the Lord. Look back on your life, cling to those moments when He’s moved on your behalf, and don’t waver in the belief that He will move again. Because that’s our reality, that’s our truth. Not our struggle, not the things we can see with our eyes. But what we can’t see, the pieces God is moving into place that we can’t see, and the God who is ever-powerful and ever-loving that we can’t see but is indeed working and loving us today.

To God be the glory forever and ever, in our stories and in our lives and in our faith, Amen.


22459411_10159308293755167_3699831031687645309_oHeidi is a writer, speaker, and stay-at-home mom, who crafts daily devotionals for Eagle Brook Church, cleans up cheerio spills around the clock, and drinks coffee like a Gilmore. Ultimately, Heidi’s passion and the fuel behind her writing is that Christ-followers would realize, know, and claim the victory God offers His people—in the mundane, amidst the heartache, and on top of the highest mountains. You can follow her on Instagram at @thismotherhen and check out her daily devotions here


PS – Don’t miss a thing with this series! Follow along on Facebook and Instagram to catch each of the upcoming stories! I absolutely LOVE connecting with each of you! 

PPS – If you’re ever looking for a devotional on living life while in a waiting season, check out the devotional I co-authored called In the Wait’!

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PPPS – Check out the other contributions from this series, including What It’s Like: to experience multiple IVF cyclesraise a child with special needsuse an egg donorbe a DIY-er and home style blogger , be a NICU nurse,  Live fully in singleness while still hoping for marriagesuffer with endometriosis. experience depressionstart a company, have a micro preemie,  lose a parent, be childless not by choice, have a spouse with a chronic illnessfund raise for fertility treatments, have a traumatic birthing experience, take a natural route with infertility,  be on a reality show, go through the adoption process, have male factor infertility,be a stay at home mom, be an entertainer,  be given a Down syndrome diagnosis for your child , experience multiple miscarriages, have a surrogate, experience a late pregnancy stillbirth, be a police officers wife, be a working mom , be a breastfeeding mother, have weight loss surgerydonate and adopt an embryo,  be on a reality show, go through the fostering process, throw a themed dinner party and have PCOSStay tuned for many other amazing topics to come every Tuesday and Friday here!

ttc exchange 2018: lucky socks.

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It’s GO time! I am kicking off our 2018 TTC Exchange to bring together all women in all phases of infertility (trying to conceive, currently pregnant, adopting, new moms, taking a break, post-miscarriage, surrogacy, adoption, etc). Year after year, hundreds upon hundreds of women across the globe come together and connect, getting a randomly paired partner, and creating a care box for them – this year containing a pair of socks! – and forming a new friendship.

I absolutely LOVE how all of these women come together to support one another and spread positive energy and love.

Why lucky socks this year instead of mugs?

  1. It’s easier to ship! Less hassle with bubble wrap, broke mugs, and heavy boxes.
  2. It’s cheaper to ship! With so many women willing to ship to partners around the globe, the cost of mailing a heavy box adds up fast. This will lighten the load – literally!
  3. Socks are worn by everyone! Whether you are slipping them on to go to a doctor appointment, adoption meeting, or just on a Wednesday as you go about your day, you will know and feel the love of this community around you.

ALL of the details + sign up link is found HERE.

Please take a few moments to read through everything carefully before signing up. Your sign-up is making a commitment to follow through with your partnership and we take that seriously around here!

Have fun! Sign-ups close on Wednesday, August 22nd at midnight CST. 

what it’s like to: have PCOS.

I met Monica last year through a brave email she sent me.

It started: “My name is Monica Allan from Orange County, CA. I stumbled on your blog while tirelessly searching for comfort, answers, or basically anything about infertility. I simply just wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing your life on your blog. It is simply beautiful. My husband and I are also dealing with infertility, PCOS, and a body that basically cannot communicate (mine)… I know you have no idea who I am but you have touched my heart and sparked a hope within me that I will need…”

And that Monica is the girl you will meet in today’s piece. (What a fun full circle moment – she will now have the chance to touch others on this platform!) She is kind and honest, and digs in deep to share what it’s like to go through PCOS. Monica, thank you for reaching out when you did and being willing to share your story with us today.

Here’s what it’s like to have PCOS. 


I grow cysts, really well. That is what I have learned since a young 12 year old girl, loosing my right ovary to an ovarian cyst that caused my right ovary to twist. Little did I know as a young girl that these cysts would persist and bring so much heartache into my marriage that I so effortlessly assumed would be nothing short of the storybook fairy tale I had dreamt of; marriage, pregnancy, creating a nursery, and happily ever after without soul crushing diagnoses and heartbreaking realities. If I could, I would tell my 12 year old self to buckle up and become an advocate for myself and my only precious ovary.

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4 years ago I was told I had a diagnosis of PCOS when the doctor found another ovarian cyst. I felt confused, I thought I had already climbed this mountain at a young age and would be in the clear to start my dreams of motherhood once I got married- at least that is what the fairy tale books tell us, right? You overcome a struggle and things become sparkly and fairy tale like. Sadly, this is not the reality of many of us in the infertility community. Instead, I was hit with continuous cysts, rapidly growing, non-existent periods, the occasional chin hair (although what girl doesn’t get this, let’s keep it real), and seasons of deep depression and anxiety.

PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome) is a well-known diagnosis within the infertility community. But what each person goes through, presenting symptoms, PCOS is so unique and individualized. Something I have learned over the past 4 years is to advocate for my future family, my future babies, and myself -wrapped up in one precious but strained ovary. I had to seek answers, doctors throw PCOS around like it is “normal”, but 4 years ago, to me, it was not written in my fairy tale book. I had to accept PCOS being written in my fairy tale, and learn how to not allow it to dictate the happy ending. I wish I could tell all of you that over the past 4 years I have overcome and fertility treatments have worked, but sadly I can’t. What I can say is that due to PCOS being so unique to each woman, you can’t lose hope- you have to tighten up your boot straps and not give up on understanding your body, how to writer your fairy tale regardless of diagnoses and obstacles.

My fairy tale is still unfolding. My husband and I have attempted to begin 3 IUI’s, but at each baseline appointment our fertility doctor finds another cyst growing so we are stopped in our hopeful tracks and I find myself back on the surgery table, begging doctors to save my ovary so I can experience my fairy tale. After 3 surgeries in 3 months (5 total) and doctors reminding me of the devastating high possibility of losing my ovary because the cysts get so large before each surgery we have encountered the rarity and depths of the realities of PCOS.

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Finally, just 2 weeks ago, my husband and I were told by my surgeon that due to the cysts reoccurring so often and being unable to control the growth that my only ovary needs to be removed. Also, on June 28, 2018 we were given the opportunity to attempt and retrieve eggs, though many obstacles stand in our way (such as a large growing cyst) we rejoice in the opportunity to freeze embryos before the removal of my ovary. Small miracles do exist written in the pages of our fairy tales, faithfully pursue them.

Now, before you become overwhelmed – this is VERY rare for PCOS diagnosis. In addition, over the past 4 months my husband and I have come to a place of peace that we have done everything in our power to save my ovary, literally begging doctors to save it while going under anesthesia for surgeries, and blindly beginning stimulation to retrieve eggs. My hope for all of you reading this is that you find your armor, to advocate for yourself and go down fighting for your fairy tale. PCOS does not have to rule or dictate your happiness. There is so much joy and hope in this world. People with PCOS may have to rely on faith and science to become pregnant, but it does happen! Each of us are so uniquely and wonderfully made, fight for yourself. Ask the difficult questions to your doctor. And most importantly, always remember this diagnosis does not have to consume you, we are more than depression, hairy chins, and cystic ovaries. I have worked hard the past year, through going to therapy and leaning on my faith in God to identify myself not as “the girl with PCOS” but as a child of a faithful God, a wife, a sister, a friend, and a fighter. My “cysters” out there; you are warriors, fighters, and overcomers (even if you simply just got out of bed today) keep up the fight. Fairy tales do happen, mine is currently unfolding, just differently than I thought as a child and because my fairy tale has been anything but simple, I have found a new part of myself I never knew existed. The fighter. The advocate. The strength to live with a diagnosis of PCOS that has stolen so much from me, but daily choosing to find joy in how strong I have become due to this difficult, heart breaking, fearful road.


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Monica lives in Orange County with her husband Aj who have been married since 2016. Monica is learning to embrace the uniqueness of each infertility story and desires to connect with other women who can share in their journey towards parenthood with the help of lost of faith and science. She loves Jeep rides, cooking, and Jesus. You can connect with her further on Instagram at @lotsoffaithandscience.


PS – Don’t miss a thing with this series! Follow along on Facebook and Instagram to catch each of the upcoming stories! I absolutely LOVE connecting with each of you! 

PPS – If you’re ever looking for a devotional on living life while in a waiting season, check out the devotional I co-authored called In the Wait’!

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PPPS – Check out the other contributions from this series, including What It’s Like: to experience multiple IVF cyclesraise a child with special needsuse an egg donorbe a DIY-er and home style blogger , be a NICU nurse,  Live fully in singleness while still hoping for marriagesuffer with endometriosis. experience depressionstart a company, have a micro preemie,  lose a parent, be childless not by choice, have a spouse with a chronic illnessfund raise for fertility treatments, have a traumatic birthing experience, take a natural route with infertility,  be on a reality show, go through the adoption process, have male factor infertility,be a stay at home mom, be an entertainer,  be given a Down syndrome diagnosis for your child , experience multiple miscarriages, have a surrogate, experience a late pregnancy stillbirth, be a police officers wife, be a working mom , be a breastfeeding mother,have weight loss surgerydonate and adopt an embryobe on a reality show, and go through the fostering process.Stay tuned for many other amazing topics to come every Tuesday and Friday here!

what it’s like: to throw a themed dinner party.

What can I say … today’s featured writer is my very own Mom and I couldn’t be more excited to share her passion today! Those who know my mom will say one thing – she’s CREATIVE! She is the OG Pinterest. She handcrafted costumes when buying them was more popular.14906971_10207551093792448_2068120258079971620_n

She has an eye for taking things many might consider ordinary and reinventing it in a way you would never imagine. She’s know for her immense talent of throwing themed dinner parties … and her cooking … well, it’s out of this world.

Today she is sharing with all of us her process behind throwing a themed dinner party and why it is so important to her. I am so grateful to have eaten around her dinner table time and time again and experience what can only be known as a true party filled with laughter, conversation, and life!

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There is nothing that gets me as excited as when I decide to throw a themed dinner party. All of my creative boxes get checked during the process of planning and creating one. Growing up, my parents always had a crowd of people around our table; neighbors stopping in for a cup of coffee, or dads work friends stopping by with their wife for a visit. There was always a reason for people to gather at my house growing up. Sunday nights we celebrated someone’s birthday with a cake, Saturday night was often card parties, weekend mornings were for the coffee drinkers who needed a place to be heard and shoot the breeze.

My dad was a natural at socializing with the best of them, he was a jokester, a listener, and he just loved people; the more the merrier was always his thinking.  My mom, who was put in a position to be ready for any unexpected visitors, always did her best to keep up with being the hostess with the mostest. Mom understood, like all of us kids did, that dad loved people, and at any given time of the day our table could fill up. As I observed the people around the table with my young eyes, and listened to conversations from another room, I couldn’t help but hear the laughter that was shared, the troubles that were mentioned, and how each person had their platform to speak and be understood.  I share this with you because it wasn’t something that I just experienced as a little girl; as I grew older, this table gathering continued, only I was now enjoying being part of the conversation. Coming from a large family meant that there was always a table to gather at, including mine.

When we made the move to Minnesota a few years ago, one of the things I found myself missing was the table gathering times that I had obviously taken for granted back home.  I was new to the state and feeling a little lost; I had to find a way to bring people to my table even if at first it was just my husband, and I. So that’s how it all started out, just the two of us, sitting at a well dressed table, eating good food, and feeling like we were at some restaurant, on a date. It wasn’t very long before I got to include others at my table, and well almost 60 dinners later I have made some incredible memories; in fact I still laugh at some of the things we found funny then.

As I sit here writing these words my mind is going over all the people I still want to share a themed dinner with; you know who you are, and perhaps some don’t. These themed dinners have become more than just a dinner; they have become a way for me to write and share about my personal connections to the theme. They have allowed me to try some good recipes, take some great pictures, share some tablescape ideas, and even start a sort of time capsule that holds one or two items from every tablescape,giving future generations the chance to unwrap and connect with my story and dinners in a special way. Perhaps it will inspire others not to underestimate how just gathering around a table can change things. Great conversations get shared and closeness to one another builds in a way that chops down walls. What I feel incredibly grateful for with these dinners is the chance to celebrate people in a very unique way, letting them know they matter, and are loved; what could be better than that?

Of all the dinners I have done there are only a few that include game playing, dressing up, or some mystery to solve. The thing about theme dinners is you are the decider of what you want to include, and how detailed you want to get; be forewarned though, you will never control how much laughter takes place or where the conversation goes. These are the things your guests will decide, and that is what makes these dinners so much fun. Let me share with you, just in case you are interested in throwing a themed dinner of your own, how I go about putting them together. The one I am sharing with you today is a little more involved but not all are as detailed. This themed dinner stirred up some childhood memories just as I thought it would; the theme was MONOPOLY.

Before I get started with my tablescape I always first hit the local thrift shop. I look for anything that will add to the theme of my tablescape if I have one in mind or if not something that will inspire an idea.  This particular trip I had an idea in place so I knew what I was looking for. I picked up several things, including a worn out Monopoly game; I can use the game pieces to highlight my theme.  So as I get started on my tablescape, I always choose a tablecloth; it is the foundation that will help direct you on many more decisions. In some rare cases like this one, when I can’t find the exact color tablecloth I want, I head to the fabric store and purchase material. After prepping the material to work as a tablecloth, I place it on the table.

Once my table is covered I decide on place mats. For this table I made a place mat template using Monopoly money and then copied them; they looked great and added to my theme.

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After my tablecloth and placemats are in place, I start to put together my place settings. Will I use a charger or won’t I? For this tablescape I chose to not only use chargers, but also to paint them. Each one represented a property color. I chose black plates and white bowls and my table started to pop with color. Thank goodness for craft paint.

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Every table needs details to bring your theme to life; take a look at some of the ones I came up with. Wine glass charms that had a game piece token added to them, thanks to my husband and his drill.   I glued Monopoly houses onto napkin rings, and found salt and pepper shakers that looked like dice. I also added a “community chest” to glass coasters that had a property card taped on the back side of them. I printed out Monopoly labels for my water bottles and topped each one with the iconic Monopoly hat.  Lastly I printed out a copy of a smaller Monopoly board and made copies of it. I spray glued them on to thick pieces of cardboard and will use them for hot pads, and mini game boards.

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The table was coming together just as I hoped but I still had glasses to decide on and napkins. After those decisions were done I just had a couple more things I still wanted to include before I was finished. One of them was a MONOPOLY sign that would hang on the wall right above the table; so iconic and familiar it just had to be part of this dinner somehow.

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The last thing I was lucky enough to find when thrift store shopping, was game board tokens only bigger. The items got spray painted silver and looked pretty close to the originals; as close as I was going to get. I placed one token at each place setting matching it up to the wine glass charm. Thank goodness for thrift stores and silver spray paint because I loved how these turned out.

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When the table was completed I was happy with how it turned out. I think it will be a fun table to sit at, eat at, laugh at, play at, and even win at. I can’t wait to hear all the memories everyone has connected to this game. Let’s face it, most of us have memories of who we played with, what our favorite token was and stories of wins and losses.

Each place setting was unique and represented a property.

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After the tablescape is finished, I get cooking. Now I realize not everyone cooks, so at this point, why not consider take out! Don’t think you couldn’t throw a themed dinner just because you don’t cook. On an occasion or two I have felt perfectly comfortable grabbing a Jimmy Johns Italian Sub to cut up and add to my menu. Now I want to do a themed dinner with only takeout food, and see what I come up with ….. Hmmm.  Whatever works for you; you are in the driver seat.

Don’t miss out though on a fun evening of getting to make some great memories, and enjoy some laughs, just because cooking isn’t your thing. Life is so good around the table!  Since the Monopoly game properties are all located in Atlantic City, a resort city on New Jersey’s Atlantic coast, I wanted my food to represent the casinos, wide beaches, and iconic Boardwalk it’s known for. I decided instead of a 5 or 6 course dinner, that I would serve 9 food tasters that included desserts; one for every property, including the railroad. Every dish was made with New Jersey in mind.

When the company arrived it was important we got a little bit more into the Monopoly spirit ….. So everyone was given a Monopoly T shirt that I had ordered and asked them to put on. We all took a seat and just like every other dinner first said a prayer, and then toasted to a great time together.

And then it was time for the food; every couple each got their own appetizer to enjoy; and any leftovers were theirs to take home. For round one I served: Mussels with Garlic Bread, this was something I never cooked at home before, but cooking new things is one of the things I love about these dinners. Next was Disco Fries, yes that’s the name of them, you cover the Steak Fries with brown gravy and cheese sauce;  I can’t even tell you what a surprise this was, so, so good. Then I served Tomato Pie, it’s just incredible and so full of flavor.

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For Round Two I served: Scallops with lemons and melted butter, an Italian Wedding Soup, a plate of sandwiches which included Italian Beef and Sausage Combos and Hoagies. My Cheese filled Crepes topped with my Creamy Alfredo Sauce completed the savory dishes I served.

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This is the part at the dinner where people start to get a little slap happy, start experiencing hot flashes, and start realizing they might of over ate. When they see Round 3 my dessert course heading to the table, they all proclaim they are too full to taste any of it; but when they see the New Jersey Crumb Cake, The Waffle Ice Cream Sandwiches, and the Salt Water Taffy, there seemed to be a change of heart.

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We played a short version of Monopoly that I made up, and enjoyed our desserts throughout the game playing. I was thankful for the fun night we shared; it always seems that as the night goes on the craziness starts to creep out of everyone. I wouldn’t have it any other way though because that’s when some great memories are made. So gather those you want to share a themed dinner with and make the most of it; you will be so glad you did.

“LIVING LIFE AROUND THE TABLE”


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Kim has been happily married for 35+ years and currently lives in the Twin Cities area. She is originally from Chicago and continues to cheer on Chicago sports teams (Go Cubs! Go Blackhawks!). She finds so much joy being with her grandchildren, and being creative through themed dinners, decorating and cooking. She loves the Lord with all her heart and believes with God all things are possible. 


PS – Don’t miss a thing with this series! Follow along on Facebook and Instagram to catch each of the upcoming stories! I absolutely LOVE connecting with each of you! 

PPS – If you’re ever looking for a devotional on living life while in a waiting season, check out the devotional I co-authored called In the Wait’!

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PPPS – Check out the other contributions from this series, including What It’s Like: to experience multiple IVF cyclesraise a child with special needsuse an egg donorbe a DIY-er and home style blogger , be a NICU nurse,  Live fully in singleness while still hoping for marriagesuffer with endometriosis. experience depressionstart a company, have a micro preemie,  lose a parent, be childless not by choice, have a spouse with a chronic illnessfund raise for fertility treatments, have a traumatic birthing experience, take a natural route with infertility,  be on a reality show, go through the adoption process, have male factor infertility,be a stay at home mom, be an entertainer,  be given a Down syndrome diagnosis for your child , experience multiple miscarriages, have a surrogate, experience a late pregnancy stillbirth, be a police officers wife, be a working mom , be a breastfeeding mother, have weight loss surgerydonate and adopt an embryo, be on a reality show, and go through the fostering processStay tuned for many other amazing topics to come every Tuesday and Friday here!