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What is the single best thing we can do for our health?

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Get Moving.

Do something active.





Snacks Matter….Banana Bran Chocolate Chip

Snacks,  as I have mentioned in a previous post by the same name continue to be apart of our healthy eating plan.  I found this recipe 10 years ago in a newspaper (adjusted to include less oil and more fibre) is easy to make and a great way to use up those over ripe bananas.  Fibre packed, filling, moist and just sweet enough to satisfy the sweet toothed (not sure if that is even a word) members in your household, is the most requested muffin in our house.  You can leave out the nuts if you need to. You can substitue the cocoa and chocolate chips for  1 cup of  frozen blueberries for a whole different taste.  I usually double the recipe.

Best of all, it is a homemade muffin and you know exactly what went into it:)


1 egg (or substitute ¼ cup applesauce with 1/2 tsp baking powder mixed in)

¼ cup grapeseed or canola oil

1 cup unsweetened soy milk + 1 tbsp vinegar or 1 cup buttermilk

1 ½ tsp vanilla

1 cup mashed banana (2 1/2  ripe med. bananas)

¼  cup liquid honey

1 ½ cup whole wheat flour

½ cup oat flour or oat bran or whole spelt flour 

¾ cup natural wheat bran

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp baking powder

¼ cup unsweetened cocoa powder (optional)

1/2  tsp salt

½ cup chopped nuts (walnuts or pecans)

1/2 cup dark mini or regular sized  dark (not milk) chocolate chips


1.   Whisk egg or applesauce with oil, milk, liquid honey and vanilla. Stir in banana.

2.    In a large bowl use a fork to mix flours, bran, cocoa, soda, baking powder, salt, nuts.

3.    Pour banana mix into dry mix  and  stir only until blended. Stir in chocolate chips.

4.    Bake 400 for 16 minutes or until done


  • Great breakfast idea for kids that don’t like to eat breakfast. Add some sliced fruit or a fruit smoothie and give them a great start to their day. The big kids in the house will also appreciate this as a mid-morning or mid-afternoon snack.


Oh sweetie, there is no easy way to tell you..you have cancer

9 years ago today. A day I will never forget.  A day when a phone call turned into a nightmare. It is all very surreal now but remembering stirs up emotions, a racing heart , an aching heart, much like that day 9 years ago.  It was about 10 am, April 25, 2003 when the phone rang and the doctor on the other end asked if she was speaking to Mrs. Wiebe. “Yes, this is”. I don’t remember exactly what she said except “it’s cancer. You will need to have Rachel in Vancouver in 3 days…BC Cancer Center”. I probably said thankyou and hung up the phone.  Disbelief, fear, an overwhelming sense of helplessness and loneliness. I called my husband at work. He hung up quickly, no lingering, just a short “I’m on my way”.  A few more calls, parents, friends, and then a floodgate of tears, uncontrollable sobbing and waiting.  I don’t think it was long before Lawrence got home, but together we cried, held each other in silence both wondering how we were going to tell our beautiful 13 year old she had cancer.

I don’t think there is a right or a wrong way.  Nothing prepares you for news like this.  It was a strange day. So quiet, just the two of us waiting. Waiting for the girls to come home from school.  I think they knew something was wrong. “Why are you home from work already daddy?”…. we looked haggard, eyes puffy and red.

The rest of that day,  the weeks and even the months  following are still a blur. Life changed that day. Everything that seemed important wasn’t anymore.  Everyday  a gift yet really hard. Trips to Vancouver, sleepless  nights spent in the hospital and in a hotel were long,  so many  days  spent counting the drips from IV bags that delivered  chemotherapy into her precious body. There were many hours on my face weeping, praying,  bargaining with and even yelling at God.

Oh, how good and faithful our God is! Fast forward to today…each day is still a gift, not taken for granted. Each breath taken a reminder of His love.  Spring brings new life, filled with hope, promise and faith. Our little girl is all grown up, a survivor….  and moving out….. oh my heart aches and wonders what it will be like. “But joy comes with  the morning” , everyday.