All three of us have been sick this week. Not anything that's kept us at home - just your basic cold, complete with congestion, coughing, and scratchy throats.
Kaitlyn has actually been sick for three or four weeks now, but we've been to the doctor three times (once for her regular check-up) and each time it's been announced that, aside from her cough, everything looks and sounds fine.
We are celebrating my birthday with my family tomorrow night (my actual birthday isn't until Tuesday) but other than that, we're hoping to lay low this weekend. We may even skip church on Sunday so we can sleep in and take it easy.
Now for some good news... My mom and my sister continue to have positive follow-up visits with their doctors. Here is my sister's latest blog entry about a recent doctor's visit. They also were in the paper last week with a nice story about their victory over cancer. Here is my sister's post about that, including a link to the article.
Considering what we were going through at this time last year, I guess a cold isn't all that bad. :-)
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Friday, October 30, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
We interrupt this silence to bring you a blog post
Hi.
I'm still here.
I had one blog post in March. I don't quite know what's derailed me, but I'm hoping to get back on track.
Why is it that the longer I go without a post, the harder it is to compose a new one?
My goal tonight is to simply post something. I believe I've achieved my goal.
Oh - I do have one piece of GREAT news! (This post really will end up with some substance!)
My mom had her post-chemo tests a few weeks ago, and when they did the CT scan there was a spot of concern in her colon. They couldn't tell if it was a tumor, or if it was scar tissue from her surgery. They did a biopsy, and her doctor called her on Sunday to tell her the results came back and the spot is benign! WOOOOOOOOOOHOO! Isn't God good??
I'm still here.
I had one blog post in March. I don't quite know what's derailed me, but I'm hoping to get back on track.
Why is it that the longer I go without a post, the harder it is to compose a new one?
My goal tonight is to simply post something. I believe I've achieved my goal.
Oh - I do have one piece of GREAT news! (This post really will end up with some substance!)
My mom had her post-chemo tests a few weeks ago, and when they did the CT scan there was a spot of concern in her colon. They couldn't tell if it was a tumor, or if it was scar tissue from her surgery. They did a biopsy, and her doctor called her on Sunday to tell her the results came back and the spot is benign! WOOOOOOOOOOHOO! Isn't God good??
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Productive weekend in the kitchen
Before I get into my actual post, I must first say that my house is a mess. My bathrooms didn't get cleaned this weekend; the laundry is not done; I'm not sure when my kitchen floor was last mopped. I just don't want you to have any Martha Stewart illusions when you read this next part.
(As PW would say, "I'm just keepin' it real.")
Having said all of that, I did have a very productive weekend in the kitchen. We bought a chest freezer and I have officially run out of my current freezer stockpile, so it was definitely time to do some make-ahead-and-freeze meals.
Hamburger, chicken breasts, and pork loin were on sale this week, so I picked up about five pounds of each and made the following recipes this weekend:
Cajun Curry Chicken
Jerk Chicken
Chicken Sate
Sesame Chicken Bites
Porcupine Meatballs
Meatloaf
Sloppy Joes
Hamburger Patties
(This week I will also cook part of the pork loin in the crock pot and then shred it for BBQ sandwiches or pork tacos, and will cut the rest into pork chops and freeze them.)
This combination of chicken recipes seemed to work well because several ingredients overlapped. My kitchen smelled heavenly from the freshly grated ginger and lime zest, although this made me realize that I might want to invest in an actual zester instead of using the stand-up grater.
Most of these recipes made enough for two meals for us, so I currently have about 15 meals in the freezer. Woohoo!
In other news, the potty training has taken a step backwards. I'm not surprised, and won't let this discourage me. At least Kaitlyn understands all of the concepts - now it's just a matter of Mike and I being consistent and reinforcing the behavior.
The good news is that she has no problem going #1 or #2 on the potty, and she prefers to go on the big potty instead of her little one. That works for me - I prefer to not have to clean up the mess from the little one!
More good news: my mom is officially done with her chemo!!! Yay! She'll go on March 9 (which is also my niece's 13th birthday) for a CT scan. Please agree with us in prayer that they won't find any trace of cancer.
Another prayer request: my sister will have chemo treatment #3 on Tuesday. We are very thankful that her second treatment was oh so much better than her first one, and pray that this next one will also go well.
That's all for now... Have a great week!
(As PW would say, "I'm just keepin' it real.")
Having said all of that, I did have a very productive weekend in the kitchen. We bought a chest freezer and I have officially run out of my current freezer stockpile, so it was definitely time to do some make-ahead-and-freeze meals.
Hamburger, chicken breasts, and pork loin were on sale this week, so I picked up about five pounds of each and made the following recipes this weekend:
Cajun Curry Chicken
Jerk Chicken
Chicken Sate
Sesame Chicken Bites
Porcupine Meatballs
Meatloaf
Sloppy Joes
Hamburger Patties
(This week I will also cook part of the pork loin in the crock pot and then shred it for BBQ sandwiches or pork tacos, and will cut the rest into pork chops and freeze them.)
This combination of chicken recipes seemed to work well because several ingredients overlapped. My kitchen smelled heavenly from the freshly grated ginger and lime zest, although this made me realize that I might want to invest in an actual zester instead of using the stand-up grater.
Most of these recipes made enough for two meals for us, so I currently have about 15 meals in the freezer. Woohoo!
In other news, the potty training has taken a step backwards. I'm not surprised, and won't let this discourage me. At least Kaitlyn understands all of the concepts - now it's just a matter of Mike and I being consistent and reinforcing the behavior.
The good news is that she has no problem going #1 or #2 on the potty, and she prefers to go on the big potty instead of her little one. That works for me - I prefer to not have to clean up the mess from the little one!
More good news: my mom is officially done with her chemo!!! Yay! She'll go on March 9 (which is also my niece's 13th birthday) for a CT scan. Please agree with us in prayer that they won't find any trace of cancer.
Another prayer request: my sister will have chemo treatment #3 on Tuesday. We are very thankful that her second treatment was oh so much better than her first one, and pray that this next one will also go well.
That's all for now... Have a great week!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
At home
Today is the second day that I've been at home with a sick little girl. She doesn't seem to have anything major - up until this morning it was just a fever. At 5 a.m. she woke up, demanding some juice, so Mike gave her a little bit.
At 5:30 a.m., she promptly lost all of it.
I had been laying with her on the couch, but thankfully at 5:29 she declared that she wanted to lay by herself, so I got up. I was all too happy to avoid being thrown up on.
At this point she seems to be doing ok. All she wants to drink is milk, which I hate because that's not the best thing to drink when your tummy is on the fritz, but in the past our doctor has said to follow her lead and give her what she wants. I've been giving her little bits at a time, and she's kept it all down. She also has a normal temp again. Praise the Lord!
I did have a scare a few minutes ago, though. She declared that her tummy hurt and sort-of got "the look" - you know, the look that often precedes the mess. I grabbed the bucket that is now doomed to forever be "that" bucket and moved her blankies (yeah, she has TWO of them) out of the way. I asked her if she thought she was going to throw up. She got this look on her face (you know, the other look that says she's about to be a stinker) and fake sneezed into the bucket about five times.
I'm sure this orneryness (sp?) comes from her dad.
The good news about all of this is that I had a chance to get our taxes done yesterday, and pick up around the house, and make some really yummy soup for dinner. Today I want to get the rest of the house picked up, and put together a plan for this weekend, when I hope to make some meals ahead to freeze. (Thanks to our tax return, I think we are going to get a chest freezer. Woohoo!)
And, also thanks to our tax return, in about a week I will have the joy of paying off my student loan. BIG WOOHOOOOOOOOOO!
I'll sign off for now so I can watch The Jungle Book with my baby. She's laughing at it just like I did when I went to see it in the movie theatre with my mom, 25-or-so years ago. What a classic.
Oh - wait - I lied. If you think about it, please pray for my sister as she has her second chemo treatment today. She had a terrible time with her first one, so we are praying that this one will be much better. Also, my mom was supposed to have her last treament one week ago, but it got postponed because her blood count was too low. She was thankful to have more time to get her energy back, and in the past couple days has felt better than she has in seven months!! She'll have her last treatment one week from today - yay!!
At 5:30 a.m., she promptly lost all of it.
I had been laying with her on the couch, but thankfully at 5:29 she declared that she wanted to lay by herself, so I got up. I was all too happy to avoid being thrown up on.
At this point she seems to be doing ok. All she wants to drink is milk, which I hate because that's not the best thing to drink when your tummy is on the fritz, but in the past our doctor has said to follow her lead and give her what she wants. I've been giving her little bits at a time, and she's kept it all down. She also has a normal temp again. Praise the Lord!
I did have a scare a few minutes ago, though. She declared that her tummy hurt and sort-of got "the look" - you know, the look that often precedes the mess. I grabbed the bucket that is now doomed to forever be "that" bucket and moved her blankies (yeah, she has TWO of them) out of the way. I asked her if she thought she was going to throw up. She got this look on her face (you know, the other look that says she's about to be a stinker) and fake sneezed into the bucket about five times.
I'm sure this orneryness (sp?) comes from her dad.
The good news about all of this is that I had a chance to get our taxes done yesterday, and pick up around the house, and make some really yummy soup for dinner. Today I want to get the rest of the house picked up, and put together a plan for this weekend, when I hope to make some meals ahead to freeze. (Thanks to our tax return, I think we are going to get a chest freezer. Woohoo!)
And, also thanks to our tax return, in about a week I will have the joy of paying off my student loan. BIG WOOHOOOOOOOOOO!
I'll sign off for now so I can watch The Jungle Book with my baby. She's laughing at it just like I did when I went to see it in the movie theatre with my mom, 25-or-so years ago. What a classic.
Oh - wait - I lied. If you think about it, please pray for my sister as she has her second chemo treatment today. She had a terrible time with her first one, so we are praying that this one will be much better. Also, my mom was supposed to have her last treament one week ago, but it got postponed because her blood count was too low. She was thankful to have more time to get her energy back, and in the past couple days has felt better than she has in seven months!! She'll have her last treatment one week from today - yay!!
Monday, January 19, 2009
PRAISE REPORT!
I'm sure you can guess by the title that I heard from my doctor's office this morning, and it was a great report. The spot is nothing to worry about.
Praise the Lord!!
I knew the odds were in my favor, but there was still a nagging "what if" recording playing in the background of my thoughts. It was so nice to get the call and breath a big sigh of relief.
It is also a blessing that I heard back so quickly. I thought it might be possible that I would hear something today, but was preparing myself to not know until tomorrow afternoon. My doctor's nurse, Holly, goes to church with us and has really been looking out for us through this whole process. When she saw the results come in this morning, she made it her personal mission to put aside everything else, find the doctor to confirm everything, and then call to tell me. What a blessing!
Thanks to everyone who was praying for me!!
Praise the Lord!!
I knew the odds were in my favor, but there was still a nagging "what if" recording playing in the background of my thoughts. It was so nice to get the call and breath a big sigh of relief.
It is also a blessing that I heard back so quickly. I thought it might be possible that I would hear something today, but was preparing myself to not know until tomorrow afternoon. My doctor's nurse, Holly, goes to church with us and has really been looking out for us through this whole process. When she saw the results come in this morning, she made it her personal mission to put aside everything else, find the doctor to confirm everything, and then call to tell me. What a blessing!
Thanks to everyone who was praying for me!!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Surely I have a delightful inheritance
Today has been a good day. I ended up taking the whole day off work because the roads are so bad, and I didn't want to stress about running here, there and everywhere. It gave me an opportunity to not rush around this morning, and to take my time getting ready for the day.
I took Kaitlyn to the sitter's house around 10 a.m., ran an errand, then got home with plenty of time to get dinner in the crock pot for tonight and make some lunch.
Mike took some time off work so he could run me to the hospital, and we arrived there a few minutes early. I got checked in and the receptionist took me back to the changing room. As I was changing into the hospital gown I was also talking to God, and this verse popped into my head:
"Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance." Psalm 16:5-6
Now, I have to pause here and say just how powerful the Word of God is. This is a verse that I never worked to memorize; I simply wrote it, along with a bunch of other verses, on some spiral-bound note cards that I've kept at home or work over the past 5+ years. When I need encouragement, I read through some of the cards. The fact that it popped into my head and I was able to recite it word for word is a testament to John 14:26, where Jesus tells us that the Holy Spirit will "remind you of everything I have said to you."
So, as an encouragement, even passive, quick, "I-just-need-a-boost-of-the-Word" reading of the Bible is powerful and effective!
Anyway, I wondered why the Holy Spirit would choose to give me this particular verse. I meditated on this as I sat in the waiting room, and kept rolling the verse around in my head.
Then, it struck me that I have a delightful inheritance. This is the third time this week that the word "inheritance" has been significant. I mentioned in this post that I have an incredible inheritance of faith. My dad called last night and said that I should read Psalm 61, which also mentions an "inheritance of those who fear [the Lord's] name."
I began to think about the concept of an inheritance, and why was the Holy Spirit highlighting this?
That's when it hit me. The reason I went for a biopsy today was because of my family history. Because there is a question of what I may have inherited, genetically speaking.
Doctors tell you the facts; but God tells you the truth. And the truth he was communicating to me today is that I have a delightful inheritance. Not an inheritance of sickness and death.
Right after I had this revelation was when the nurse appeared and called my name. Sure, I was nervous about the procedure, not knowing exactly what it would feel like and whether or not it would be painful, but I also went into it with complete peace.
The doctor and the two nurses who did the procedure were awesome. We spent the entire time chatting, which made the whole thing go by quickly. And, really and truly, it wasn't all that bad. They all commented that I had a great attitude about everything, which I know is about 90% of the battle. I also know that my good attitude had a lot to do with all of the prayers being lifted up for me - I am so grateful to everyone for your prayers!
Mike and I walked out of the hospital at 1:00, so the entire thing only took about 30 minutes. I am at home now, enjoying a rare afternoon all by myself! I am starting to feel some pain, but still, it's not bad.
When I got online to write this post, I looked up Psalm 16. I was amazed to read the rest of the verses, and am once again encouraged.
Isn't God good? Another awesome thing is that prior to Christmas, I asked Sara to put a Bible verse onto a picture of Kaitlyn. When I looked at this particular picture it reminded me of carefree, unbridled joy, so I wanted a verse about joy. You know what verse I picked? Psalm 16:11. Amazing.
I should know the results of the biopsy by Tuesday, and believe me, I'll keep you posted!
I took Kaitlyn to the sitter's house around 10 a.m., ran an errand, then got home with plenty of time to get dinner in the crock pot for tonight and make some lunch.
Mike took some time off work so he could run me to the hospital, and we arrived there a few minutes early. I got checked in and the receptionist took me back to the changing room. As I was changing into the hospital gown I was also talking to God, and this verse popped into my head:
"Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance." Psalm 16:5-6
Now, I have to pause here and say just how powerful the Word of God is. This is a verse that I never worked to memorize; I simply wrote it, along with a bunch of other verses, on some spiral-bound note cards that I've kept at home or work over the past 5+ years. When I need encouragement, I read through some of the cards. The fact that it popped into my head and I was able to recite it word for word is a testament to John 14:26, where Jesus tells us that the Holy Spirit will "remind you of everything I have said to you."
So, as an encouragement, even passive, quick, "I-just-need-a-boost-of-the-Word" reading of the Bible is powerful and effective!
Anyway, I wondered why the Holy Spirit would choose to give me this particular verse. I meditated on this as I sat in the waiting room, and kept rolling the verse around in my head.
Then, it struck me that I have a delightful inheritance. This is the third time this week that the word "inheritance" has been significant. I mentioned in this post that I have an incredible inheritance of faith. My dad called last night and said that I should read Psalm 61, which also mentions an "inheritance of those who fear [the Lord's] name."
I began to think about the concept of an inheritance, and why was the Holy Spirit highlighting this?
That's when it hit me. The reason I went for a biopsy today was because of my family history. Because there is a question of what I may have inherited, genetically speaking.
Doctors tell you the facts; but God tells you the truth. And the truth he was communicating to me today is that I have a delightful inheritance. Not an inheritance of sickness and death.
Right after I had this revelation was when the nurse appeared and called my name. Sure, I was nervous about the procedure, not knowing exactly what it would feel like and whether or not it would be painful, but I also went into it with complete peace.
The doctor and the two nurses who did the procedure were awesome. We spent the entire time chatting, which made the whole thing go by quickly. And, really and truly, it wasn't all that bad. They all commented that I had a great attitude about everything, which I know is about 90% of the battle. I also know that my good attitude had a lot to do with all of the prayers being lifted up for me - I am so grateful to everyone for your prayers!
Mike and I walked out of the hospital at 1:00, so the entire thing only took about 30 minutes. I am at home now, enjoying a rare afternoon all by myself! I am starting to feel some pain, but still, it's not bad.
When I got online to write this post, I looked up Psalm 16. I was amazed to read the rest of the verses, and am once again encouraged.
1 Keep me safe, O God, for in you I take refuge. 2 I said to the Lord, "You are my Lord; apart from you I have no good thing." 3 As for the saints who are in the land, they are the glorious ones in whom is all my delight. 4 The sorrows of those will increase who run after other gods. I will not pour out their libations of blood or take up their names on my lips. 5 Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure. 6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. 7 I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me.
8 I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. 9 Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, 10 because you will not abandon me to the grave, nor will you let your Holy One see decay. 11 You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
Isn't God good? Another awesome thing is that prior to Christmas, I asked Sara to put a Bible verse onto a picture of Kaitlyn. When I looked at this particular picture it reminded me of carefree, unbridled joy, so I wanted a verse about joy. You know what verse I picked? Psalm 16:11. Amazing.
I should know the results of the biopsy by Tuesday, and believe me, I'll keep you posted!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
God is good, all the time
So. I went for a second mammogram today.
I was told this was fairly normal. I knew that the first mammogram may pose some questions, because it is the baseline for the future. If I have cysts or dense tissue that have always been there, this is the first time the doctors are actually seeing them, and they need to do their best to determine if they are cause for concern.
And, considering my family history, I knew that I would be scrutinized more than most.
I was hoping to be told that everything looked ok after all, thanks for coming, see you next year, yada yada.
However.
They wanted to take the next step and do an ultra-sound.
And then, the doctor came in to take a look. He showed me the specific spot that was causing concern, and said that he wants me to come back for a biopsy.
Not what I wanted to hear.
However.
The next words out of his mouth were, "I really don't think this is anything to be concerned about, and if you were anyone else, I would say that we should keep an eye on this and be sure to check it at your next mammogram. But considering your family history, I would rather do a biopsy and be 100% sure."
Mike had come along to the appointment with me, and I hated having to go back into the waiting room and tell him that I had to schedule a biopsy. As we walked out of the hospital, I think we were both in shock. We talked briefly about it, but we had driven separately and it was freezing cold today so we didn't stand there and talk for long before jumping into our cars and heading home.
By the time we arrived home, we had made our respective phone calls to all of the important people in our lives, giving them an update. And we had both had a little time to process everything.
And, when the dust settled, the bottom line is that we are both at peace with this. Based on the doctor's comment, it seems that there are two outcomes. #1 - this is nothing. #2 - it is something, but it is at such an early stage that if I was any other woman, he wouldn't consider it serious enough to do a biopsy.
My appointment for the biopsy is set for this Thursday at 12:30 (eastern time). We will know the results next Monday or Tuesday.
In the meantime, I am resting in the peace that passes understanding. I am casting my cares onto Jesus. I am not worrying about tomorrow, because that won't do me any good.
How amazing is it that today, two bloggers I follow regularly had encouraging posts, reminding me that God is control. (Thank you Queen B and Sara.)
God is good, all the time. He is always faithful.
And, I haven't been able to get this song out of my head since church on Sunday. Isn't it amazing?
I was told this was fairly normal. I knew that the first mammogram may pose some questions, because it is the baseline for the future. If I have cysts or dense tissue that have always been there, this is the first time the doctors are actually seeing them, and they need to do their best to determine if they are cause for concern.
And, considering my family history, I knew that I would be scrutinized more than most.
I was hoping to be told that everything looked ok after all, thanks for coming, see you next year, yada yada.
However.
They wanted to take the next step and do an ultra-sound.
And then, the doctor came in to take a look. He showed me the specific spot that was causing concern, and said that he wants me to come back for a biopsy.
Not what I wanted to hear.
However.
The next words out of his mouth were, "I really don't think this is anything to be concerned about, and if you were anyone else, I would say that we should keep an eye on this and be sure to check it at your next mammogram. But considering your family history, I would rather do a biopsy and be 100% sure."
Mike had come along to the appointment with me, and I hated having to go back into the waiting room and tell him that I had to schedule a biopsy. As we walked out of the hospital, I think we were both in shock. We talked briefly about it, but we had driven separately and it was freezing cold today so we didn't stand there and talk for long before jumping into our cars and heading home.
By the time we arrived home, we had made our respective phone calls to all of the important people in our lives, giving them an update. And we had both had a little time to process everything.
And, when the dust settled, the bottom line is that we are both at peace with this. Based on the doctor's comment, it seems that there are two outcomes. #1 - this is nothing. #2 - it is something, but it is at such an early stage that if I was any other woman, he wouldn't consider it serious enough to do a biopsy.
My appointment for the biopsy is set for this Thursday at 12:30 (eastern time). We will know the results next Monday or Tuesday.
In the meantime, I am resting in the peace that passes understanding. I am casting my cares onto Jesus. I am not worrying about tomorrow, because that won't do me any good.
How amazing is it that today, two bloggers I follow regularly had encouraging posts, reminding me that God is control. (Thank you Queen B and Sara.)
God is good, all the time. He is always faithful.
And, I haven't been able to get this song out of my head since church on Sunday. Isn't it amazing?
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Update
This is an update on two very important things.
First, my mammogram went well. My tech was incredibly nice, and while the whole process was a little uncomfortable (what with all the squishing and pulling), it wasn't the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
Second, I don't like the new Wiggles. I know you have all been waiting on pins and needles to find out what I think about their new format, and finally I am ready to share my opinion with you.
It's not so much that I don't like Sam (the new Wiggle), I just don't like the new format. It's just a bunch of songs that they sing while standing in front a green screen, and they change costumes and the background to fit the song. Can't we go back to the boat, and the car, and the beach, and the "Little Wiggles", and the Wiggle house, and the live concert shots?
I cannot believe I have so much of an opinion about this. I never thought I would spend so much time and energy comparing two versions of a children's show.
That's all. Off to finish the rest of my morning coffee... Have a happy weekend!
First, my mammogram went well. My tech was incredibly nice, and while the whole process was a little uncomfortable (what with all the squishing and pulling), it wasn't the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
Second, I don't like the new Wiggles. I know you have all been waiting on pins and needles to find out what I think about their new format, and finally I am ready to share my opinion with you.
It's not so much that I don't like Sam (the new Wiggle), I just don't like the new format. It's just a bunch of songs that they sing while standing in front a green screen, and they change costumes and the background to fit the song. Can't we go back to the boat, and the car, and the beach, and the "Little Wiggles", and the Wiggle house, and the live concert shots?
I cannot believe I have so much of an opinion about this. I never thought I would spend so much time and energy comparing two versions of a children's show.
That's all. Off to finish the rest of my morning coffee... Have a happy weekend!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Tomorrow is the big day
Tomorrow (or today, if you are reading this on Friday) is the day I go for my first mammogram. Some people (um, ok, I should say "women" here because I haven't really discussed this with any men) look at me strange when I mention that I'm having a mammogram.
Then I remember - you aren't supposed to have mammograms when you're 31.
I don't know exactly when I first learned that my mom had been diagnosed with cancer, and more importantly, had beat it. I think I was 10 months old when she was diagnosed, and I was probably somewhere in elementary school before I had any comprehension of what this meant.
I do, however, vividly remember high school health class when we talked about breast cancer and testicular cancer. They passed around fake breasts and testicles and we were supposed to find the lumps in them.
[I can't believe I just typed that last sentence. Moving on...]
I suppose it was at that time that I was educated about preventative measures, including mammograms. I also suppose this is when I learned that since my mom was diagnosed at age 30/31, I needed to start having mammograms at a much earlier age than what is typically recommended.
So, to me, it's nothing unusual that tomorrow is my first one. But the reaction of other women is a reminder that my family is a little unusual.
As I was pondering this tonight, I realized how blessed I am.
From the moment I was old enough to know what cancer is, I was also clearly aware that it is something you can beat. My mom is living proof.
I never feared cancer. Even when my mom was diagnosed a second time, when I was in college, I don't think I ever really worried about the outcome. Ingrained in the core of my being was the belief that cancer is something to be survived.
Sure, I knew plenty of cases where that wasn't the outcome. But I still did not fear it.
Most of this I credit to my mom and dad's incredible faith. I never heard them speak of any fear that cancer might show up again. They have learned how to rest in Jesus, and it shows. They have learned how to rest in the peace that passes understanding, and because of this, I have an incredible inheritance of faith.
With the events of this past year, I can't say that I've never worried. Plenty of "what if" thoughts have clouded my mind, from time to time. But I am so blessed to be part of a community of faith, which starts with my family and extends to my church family, my friends, and my co-workers. I am so blessed.
I'm not necessarily looking forward to tomorrow. (Who would?) But I love that it has spurred these thoughts, and has become a reminder that I am blessed.
To the amazing women in my life - Mom, Monica, and Andrea - I am so privileged to be your daughter/sister. Thanks for being faithful examples to me for 31+ years. I love you!!
Then I remember - you aren't supposed to have mammograms when you're 31.
I don't know exactly when I first learned that my mom had been diagnosed with cancer, and more importantly, had beat it. I think I was 10 months old when she was diagnosed, and I was probably somewhere in elementary school before I had any comprehension of what this meant.
I do, however, vividly remember high school health class when we talked about breast cancer and testicular cancer. They passed around fake breasts and testicles and we were supposed to find the lumps in them.
[I can't believe I just typed that last sentence. Moving on...]
I suppose it was at that time that I was educated about preventative measures, including mammograms. I also suppose this is when I learned that since my mom was diagnosed at age 30/31, I needed to start having mammograms at a much earlier age than what is typically recommended.
So, to me, it's nothing unusual that tomorrow is my first one. But the reaction of other women is a reminder that my family is a little unusual.
As I was pondering this tonight, I realized how blessed I am.
From the moment I was old enough to know what cancer is, I was also clearly aware that it is something you can beat. My mom is living proof.
I never feared cancer. Even when my mom was diagnosed a second time, when I was in college, I don't think I ever really worried about the outcome. Ingrained in the core of my being was the belief that cancer is something to be survived.
Sure, I knew plenty of cases where that wasn't the outcome. But I still did not fear it.
Most of this I credit to my mom and dad's incredible faith. I never heard them speak of any fear that cancer might show up again. They have learned how to rest in Jesus, and it shows. They have learned how to rest in the peace that passes understanding, and because of this, I have an incredible inheritance of faith.
With the events of this past year, I can't say that I've never worried. Plenty of "what if" thoughts have clouded my mind, from time to time. But I am so blessed to be part of a community of faith, which starts with my family and extends to my church family, my friends, and my co-workers. I am so blessed.
I'm not necessarily looking forward to tomorrow. (Who would?) But I love that it has spurred these thoughts, and has become a reminder that I am blessed.
To the amazing women in my life - Mom, Monica, and Andrea - I am so privileged to be your daughter/sister. Thanks for being faithful examples to me for 31+ years. I love you!!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Random
1. It's funny how I thought I would be posting less this week. I've probably had more posts in the last few days than I've had in the previous few weeks. Weird.
2. Also weird - my daughter. After she ate breakfast, she threw an absolute fit, which included more whining than I could handle. I told her she needed an attitude adjustment, and asked if she wanted to go to her room to settle down. Not only did she willingly go back to her room, she also wanted to go back to bed. She laid there for a good 20 minutes, giving me a nice, quiet opportunity to do important morning things, like checking email and facebook. (She is now in a much better mood.)
3. Why is it that I can never remember how to spell weird? Why doesn't it follow the whole "i before e except after c" rule? Thank goodness for spell check.
4. I had a fun morning yesterday with my nephew and niece. They played with Kaitlyn (which she LOVED), we made cookies, we watched Elf and ate sloppy joes, and generally had a good time. My favorite part of the morning? When Josiah showed me his collection of Taco Bell sauce packets. He has quite a list of foods that supposedly are enhanced by this sauce - I wish I could remember them. (And I must say that I'm not entirely convinced.)
5. My sister made it through her surgery, which lasted a lot longer than expected. Visit her blog for the updates. I hope to make a trip to the hospital to see her today.
6. As mentioned in #4, we made cookies yesterday. I've never thought much about molasses cookies, but decided to try this Pioneer Woman recipe. Can I just say "YUM!"? They were delicious, and were fun to make. I'll definitely be making these again.
7. My mom got stuck in her driveway yesterday. I thought this was ironic, considering my last post.
I guess that's the end of my list. Mostly because I don't have anything else to say, but also because I'm pretty sure that Kaitlyn is filling her diaper right now. And she hasn't had a good poop in a few days. And I gave her some prunes this morning.
(Aren't you envious?)
2. Also weird - my daughter. After she ate breakfast, she threw an absolute fit, which included more whining than I could handle. I told her she needed an attitude adjustment, and asked if she wanted to go to her room to settle down. Not only did she willingly go back to her room, she also wanted to go back to bed. She laid there for a good 20 minutes, giving me a nice, quiet opportunity to do important morning things, like checking email and facebook. (She is now in a much better mood.)
3. Why is it that I can never remember how to spell weird? Why doesn't it follow the whole "i before e except after c" rule? Thank goodness for spell check.
4. I had a fun morning yesterday with my nephew and niece. They played with Kaitlyn (which she LOVED), we made cookies, we watched Elf and ate sloppy joes, and generally had a good time. My favorite part of the morning? When Josiah showed me his collection of Taco Bell sauce packets. He has quite a list of foods that supposedly are enhanced by this sauce - I wish I could remember them. (And I must say that I'm not entirely convinced.)
5. My sister made it through her surgery, which lasted a lot longer than expected. Visit her blog for the updates. I hope to make a trip to the hospital to see her today.
6. As mentioned in #4, we made cookies yesterday. I've never thought much about molasses cookies, but decided to try this Pioneer Woman recipe. Can I just say "YUM!"? They were delicious, and were fun to make. I'll definitely be making these again.
7. My mom got stuck in her driveway yesterday. I thought this was ironic, considering my last post.
I guess that's the end of my list. Mostly because I don't have anything else to say, but also because I'm pretty sure that Kaitlyn is filling her diaper right now. And she hasn't had a good poop in a few days. And I gave her some prunes this morning.
(Aren't you envious?)
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Unconventional Christmas
My sister has been scheduled for surgery on Tuesday, and will probably be in the hospital until Christmas Day.
She is actually relieved about this - she wanted to have the surgery before the end of the year, for a variety of reasons. (See her blog post about it here.)
Thankfully, this will not alter our plans for Christmas. It is our year to be with Mike's family on Christmas, so my family had already planned to delay our celebration until New Year's Day.
This all seems a little surreal... While we join the world around us in the hustle and bustle of last-minute Christmas preparations, we are also preparing for a surgery. My week will include wrapping presents, packing to go out of town, and visitng my sister in the hospital. Honestly, that just feels a little wierd.
One good thing about this week is that I only have to work on Monday. Woohoo! The college's offices are shut down from Christmas Eve through New Year's Day, and because of the surgery I am also taking Tuesday off so my nephew and niece can come to my house for the morning. So, I officially have one day left before Christmas break, and then I will have almost two full weeks off. Nice.
It will be great to have a break from work, but more importantly, it will be great to have time to spend with my family. My other sister, Andrea, is flying in on Tuesday evening from California. What a blessing that we will all be together, and that God arranged for us to be available to help as needed.
And, as awful as it is to have to go through this, I have two friends who are dealing with things that are just as (or more) awful. Despite my family's circumstances, we feel very blessed.
This Christmas will be incredibly bittersweet - looking back to last Christmas, we never would have guessed all of the struggles this year would bring. But we've also been reminded of what's truly important and have drawn closer as a family.
I intend to have a few more posts up this week, but I'm not sure if that will happen. If not, I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas!
She is actually relieved about this - she wanted to have the surgery before the end of the year, for a variety of reasons. (See her blog post about it here.)
Thankfully, this will not alter our plans for Christmas. It is our year to be with Mike's family on Christmas, so my family had already planned to delay our celebration until New Year's Day.
This all seems a little surreal... While we join the world around us in the hustle and bustle of last-minute Christmas preparations, we are also preparing for a surgery. My week will include wrapping presents, packing to go out of town, and visitng my sister in the hospital. Honestly, that just feels a little wierd.
One good thing about this week is that I only have to work on Monday. Woohoo! The college's offices are shut down from Christmas Eve through New Year's Day, and because of the surgery I am also taking Tuesday off so my nephew and niece can come to my house for the morning. So, I officially have one day left before Christmas break, and then I will have almost two full weeks off. Nice.
It will be great to have a break from work, but more importantly, it will be great to have time to spend with my family. My other sister, Andrea, is flying in on Tuesday evening from California. What a blessing that we will all be together, and that God arranged for us to be available to help as needed.
And, as awful as it is to have to go through this, I have two friends who are dealing with things that are just as (or more) awful. Despite my family's circumstances, we feel very blessed.
This Christmas will be incredibly bittersweet - looking back to last Christmas, we never would have guessed all of the struggles this year would bring. But we've also been reminded of what's truly important and have drawn closer as a family.
I intend to have a few more posts up this week, but I'm not sure if that will happen. If not, I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Another unexpected bump in the road
My sister was diagnosed with breast cancer on Friday.
I was shocked when she called me at work to give me the news. I knew she had a biopsy earlier in the week, and I knew she would get the results on Friday. I felt sure it would be a good report. Surely the doctor just wanted to be extra cautious because of our mom's history; surely it would turn out benign.
But it wasn't.
The news hit me hard. When my mom was diagnosed this summer, I had so much other stuff going on. My mind was full with the details of a new job, moving, and increased busyness for Mike at his job. I didn't have time to stop and let it sink in.
All of those pent up emotions, along with the emotion of the new diagnosis, came rushing out on Friday after I talked to Monica.
I'm so blessed to work in a Christian environment. Jaimee (my boss) took time to listen to me blabber on for a while, then prayed with me. I emailed two of my dear friends on campus (I work at a college) to tell them, and they surprised me by making the trek all the way down to my office to give me a hug and pray for me.
I had a little meltdown when I picked Kaitlyn up at the sitter's house. She was being so very, terribly two (Kaitlyn, not the sitter, in case you were confused) and I was at a complete loss for how to respond. She was pushing limits she's never pushed while at Meagan's house (at least while I'm there) and I just stood there thinking, I know I should do something, but I just don't have a clue how to wear the mom hat right now.
So, I burst into tears.
But then things got a little better. By the time we got home, Kaitlyn was asleep. I sat on the couch and held her, and it gave me a much needed quiet moment for myself. Mike stopped and picked up Chinese take-out for dinner. Yum!
I also got to talk with Monica and get the details of her late afternoon doctor's appointment. Her treatment options sound very good. She caught it early, and the doctor expects that she will beat this and have a long life ahead of her.
The doctors handling her treatment are the same doctors who have handled my mom's treatment, which is a blessing. They are wonderful doctors and Monica has already talked with them several times regarding my mom, so she already knows them, is comfortable with them, and knows that she is in good hands.
She will have surgery before Christmas to have the tumor removed, and then she will have chemo and possibly radiation.
She has a very positive outlook about the whole thing - in fact, she is going to blog about her journey. You can read her thoughts here.
Please keep us all in your prayers. I have a lot more in my heart that I want to share, but right now I feel at loss for how to share it.
I'll close with a song that we sang today at church - it hit me in a whole new way.
I was shocked when she called me at work to give me the news. I knew she had a biopsy earlier in the week, and I knew she would get the results on Friday. I felt sure it would be a good report. Surely the doctor just wanted to be extra cautious because of our mom's history; surely it would turn out benign.
But it wasn't.
The news hit me hard. When my mom was diagnosed this summer, I had so much other stuff going on. My mind was full with the details of a new job, moving, and increased busyness for Mike at his job. I didn't have time to stop and let it sink in.
All of those pent up emotions, along with the emotion of the new diagnosis, came rushing out on Friday after I talked to Monica.
I'm so blessed to work in a Christian environment. Jaimee (my boss) took time to listen to me blabber on for a while, then prayed with me. I emailed two of my dear friends on campus (I work at a college) to tell them, and they surprised me by making the trek all the way down to my office to give me a hug and pray for me.
I had a little meltdown when I picked Kaitlyn up at the sitter's house. She was being so very, terribly two (Kaitlyn, not the sitter, in case you were confused) and I was at a complete loss for how to respond. She was pushing limits she's never pushed while at Meagan's house (at least while I'm there) and I just stood there thinking, I know I should do something, but I just don't have a clue how to wear the mom hat right now.
So, I burst into tears.
But then things got a little better. By the time we got home, Kaitlyn was asleep. I sat on the couch and held her, and it gave me a much needed quiet moment for myself. Mike stopped and picked up Chinese take-out for dinner. Yum!
I also got to talk with Monica and get the details of her late afternoon doctor's appointment. Her treatment options sound very good. She caught it early, and the doctor expects that she will beat this and have a long life ahead of her.
The doctors handling her treatment are the same doctors who have handled my mom's treatment, which is a blessing. They are wonderful doctors and Monica has already talked with them several times regarding my mom, so she already knows them, is comfortable with them, and knows that she is in good hands.
She will have surgery before Christmas to have the tumor removed, and then she will have chemo and possibly radiation.
She has a very positive outlook about the whole thing - in fact, she is going to blog about her journey. You can read her thoughts here.
Please keep us all in your prayers. I have a lot more in my heart that I want to share, but right now I feel at loss for how to share it.
I'll close with a song that we sang today at church - it hit me in a whole new way.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Menu Plan Monday - week of 9.22.08
So this has now turned into "Menu Plan Tuesday". Oh well. Here is what is on the menu for this week:
Monday
Omelets
Tuesday
Pork roast and potatoes in the crock pot
Wednesday
Tacos
Thursday
Chili
Friday
Up for grabs
It's a pretty simple menu, but this week will be fairly busy between Mike's work load and family activities.
Next week Mike's company will be moving to a new factory, and to say that he's a little stressed about the details would be an understatement.
Regarding the family activities, we are celebrating my parents' 40th wedding anniversary this weekend. Their anniversary is at the end of October, but we originally decided to celebrate early as a family so they could take the time around their actual anniversary date to celebrate as a couple.
Unfortunately, my mom's chemo treatments will probably prevent them from doing anything too flashy for this year, but I'm sure they'll make up for it later.
Speaking of chemo, she is set to start this on October 7 so if you think of it, please pray that things will go as smoothly as possible.
On another note, I must tattle on her just a little. Last week she got a teensy bit carried away while rocking in her glider, and she tipped it over backwards.
I think she just wanted a little excitement and decided to create some.
She's always been a rebel like that.
(Next thing you know, she'll be trying to roller skate in the driveway.)
Ok, anyway, back to the topic of menu planning. If you want to see more menus, head over to orgjunkie.com. This week Laura is doing a themed Menu Plan Monday and has asked everyone to post a family favorite recipe, so you should be able to find lots of great recipes to try out.
As you may have noticed, I have not posted a family favorite recipe. In light of this, and in light of the fact that I am posting my Menu Plan Monday on a Tuesday, I will not link to my blog from Laura's MPM post.
I would hate for people to come in search of a family favorite and all they would find is a story about how my mom is off her rocker. (They would also probably think that I inherited the rebel gene from my mom, which I probably did.)
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Bouncing back
I think we are finally getting back to normal, whatever "normal" is. I am still not feeling 100%, but I am close to it. I can't believe how much this virus kicked my butt - today is day #12 or 13 that I've been affected by it. Yuck.
One sign of normalcy is that I created a menu plan this weekend. Creating it took more energy than I thought it would, so I definitely wasn't going to get it posted. (Maybe next week.)
Another sign of normalcy is that I went shopping at Aldi's. I generally buy half (or more) of my grocery list from Aldi's because it is so much cheaper, but I have to be more intentional about shopping there because it's farther away from home. (And the past two months have not lent themselves to being intentional about anything.)
I am also back to work, which is bittersweet. I'm glad to be back in the swing of things but I am very much missing my afternoon nap. It's amazing how you can become so accustomed to something after just a week and a half.
My mom is also bouncing back, and had a good doctor's appointment today. It seems that her recovery is right on schedule. Praise the Lord!
I need to stop by later to write another post, dedicated to my little girl who is turning two today. I can't believe that my profile picture is already a year old, and I can't believe how much she has grown up since it was taken.
**sniff sniff**
But, more on that later. For now I am off to try and knock out more of my work to-do list without falling asleep at my desk. Maybe I should go grab some caffeine...
One sign of normalcy is that I created a menu plan this weekend. Creating it took more energy than I thought it would, so I definitely wasn't going to get it posted. (Maybe next week.)
Another sign of normalcy is that I went shopping at Aldi's. I generally buy half (or more) of my grocery list from Aldi's because it is so much cheaper, but I have to be more intentional about shopping there because it's farther away from home. (And the past two months have not lent themselves to being intentional about anything.)
I am also back to work, which is bittersweet. I'm glad to be back in the swing of things but I am very much missing my afternoon nap. It's amazing how you can become so accustomed to something after just a week and a half.
My mom is also bouncing back, and had a good doctor's appointment today. It seems that her recovery is right on schedule. Praise the Lord!
I need to stop by later to write another post, dedicated to my little girl who is turning two today. I can't believe that my profile picture is already a year old, and I can't believe how much she has grown up since it was taken.
**sniff sniff**
But, more on that later. For now I am off to try and knock out more of my work to-do list without falling asleep at my desk. Maybe I should go grab some caffeine...
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Surviving the Eeyore Days
**Warning - the beginning of this post has a lot of whining, but I promise that there is good news at the end. :-)
I feel a lot like Eeyore lately.
(Although I'm not sure if he ever had tonsillitis.)
One week ago today was when we took Kaitlyn to the doctor and she was diagnosed with hand, foot and mouth disease. It seemed that the doctor fully expected her to be better by Monday.
On Saturday, I went off to the hospital to spend some time with my mom. We had a great time and watched the movie "Last Holiday" which was absolutely adorable.
After I arrived back home, I realized that I did not feel well. When I took my temp, it was above 102.
Yikes.
On Sunday morning I woke up with a horrible sore throat and took a trip to MedPoint, where my fears were confirmed - I had some form of an infection. The doctor diagnosed it as tonsillitis and gave me a prescription for some antibiotics.
She told me to stay home from work on Monday, but after that the medicine would kick in and she was confident that I'd be able to get back to work on Tuesday.
On Monday I continued to feel horrible. I also got a message from my sitter that her son had pneumonia, so she wouldn't be able to watch Kaitlyn for a few days.
I thought, you've got to be kidding me! What else could possibly happen???
(I think I should stop asking that question, because I mean for it to be RHETORICAL but it always turns out to be LITERAL.)
After scurrying to line up some sitters for Tuesday and Wednesday, I realized late on Monday night that I still had a fever.
Um, wasn't the antibiotic supposed to knock this stuff out? Wasn't I supposed to go back to work the next day??
I called my sister Monica for some advice, and realized that I would be taking another day off work. (Without pay, since my vacation and sick time are officially gone.)
On Tuesday we took Kaitlyn back to the doctor because her gums were bleeding (which ended up being connected to the hand, foot and mouth disease) and the doctor seemed concerned about my throat.
He said that if it was a bacterial thing I should already be feeling better.
He looked in my mouth and said, "Whooooooaaaa duuuude. You sure do have some puss sacks back there."
Why, thank you. I've always wanted to be recognized for my puss sacks.
Now, when your doctor, who is normally low-key, feels the need to say "whooooooooooaaaaa duuuude", it's really not a good sign.
The verdict is that whatever I have is probably the same virus that Kaitlyn has, just manifested in a different form.
Yeah, it's a virus. So the antibiotics won't make it better, and I just have to wait it out.
The doctor suggested that I take the rest of the week off.
**sigh**
So Kaitlyn and I have been hanging out together at home this week, trying to get better.
I've let her watch waaaay more TV than is good for her.
We've spent a lot of quality time with Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Bob and Larry. I'm officially tired of watching "Alvin and the Chipmunks" and VeggieTales.
The good news (yes, there really is good news) is that we are starting to feel better, and we are seeing God's provision during this time.
We are thankful for our church family - people have been providing meals for us this week which has been a huge blessing.
We are also thankful for our immediate family, who have taken the time to help us even though they have so much going on in their own lives.
There have been a few unexpected financial blessings that have come along, reminding us that God will provide for all of our needs.
Another HUGE praise is that my mom is home from the hospital! She arrived home last night, and seemed happy to be back in familiar surroundings.
I know that someday all of this craziness will end and things will get back to some form of normal. For now, I will trust that God continues to be in control.
And maybe next week we can exchange the Eeyore days for a few Tigger days. (Doesn't that sound like a lot more fun?)
I feel a lot like Eeyore lately.
(Although I'm not sure if he ever had tonsillitis.)
One week ago today was when we took Kaitlyn to the doctor and she was diagnosed with hand, foot and mouth disease. It seemed that the doctor fully expected her to be better by Monday.
On Saturday, I went off to the hospital to spend some time with my mom. We had a great time and watched the movie "Last Holiday" which was absolutely adorable.
After I arrived back home, I realized that I did not feel well. When I took my temp, it was above 102.
Yikes.
On Sunday morning I woke up with a horrible sore throat and took a trip to MedPoint, where my fears were confirmed - I had some form of an infection. The doctor diagnosed it as tonsillitis and gave me a prescription for some antibiotics.
She told me to stay home from work on Monday, but after that the medicine would kick in and she was confident that I'd be able to get back to work on Tuesday.
On Monday I continued to feel horrible. I also got a message from my sitter that her son had pneumonia, so she wouldn't be able to watch Kaitlyn for a few days.
I thought, you've got to be kidding me! What else could possibly happen???
(I think I should stop asking that question, because I mean for it to be RHETORICAL but it always turns out to be LITERAL.)
After scurrying to line up some sitters for Tuesday and Wednesday, I realized late on Monday night that I still had a fever.
Um, wasn't the antibiotic supposed to knock this stuff out? Wasn't I supposed to go back to work the next day??
I called my sister Monica for some advice, and realized that I would be taking another day off work. (Without pay, since my vacation and sick time are officially gone.)
On Tuesday we took Kaitlyn back to the doctor because her gums were bleeding (which ended up being connected to the hand, foot and mouth disease) and the doctor seemed concerned about my throat.
He said that if it was a bacterial thing I should already be feeling better.
He looked in my mouth and said, "Whooooooaaaa duuuude. You sure do have some puss sacks back there."
Why, thank you. I've always wanted to be recognized for my puss sacks.
Now, when your doctor, who is normally low-key, feels the need to say "whooooooooooaaaaa duuuude", it's really not a good sign.
The verdict is that whatever I have is probably the same virus that Kaitlyn has, just manifested in a different form.
Yeah, it's a virus. So the antibiotics won't make it better, and I just have to wait it out.
The doctor suggested that I take the rest of the week off.
**sigh**
So Kaitlyn and I have been hanging out together at home this week, trying to get better.
I've let her watch waaaay more TV than is good for her.
We've spent a lot of quality time with Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Bob and Larry. I'm officially tired of watching "Alvin and the Chipmunks" and VeggieTales.
The good news (yes, there really is good news) is that we are starting to feel better, and we are seeing God's provision during this time.
We are thankful for our church family - people have been providing meals for us this week which has been a huge blessing.
We are also thankful for our immediate family, who have taken the time to help us even though they have so much going on in their own lives.
There have been a few unexpected financial blessings that have come along, reminding us that God will provide for all of our needs.
Another HUGE praise is that my mom is home from the hospital! She arrived home last night, and seemed happy to be back in familiar surroundings.
I know that someday all of this craziness will end and things will get back to some form of normal. For now, I will trust that God continues to be in control.
And maybe next week we can exchange the Eeyore days for a few Tigger days. (Doesn't that sound like a lot more fun?)
Thursday, August 21, 2008
A much better day (except for the hand, foot and mouth disease)
Today has been 500% better for my mom. Early this afternoon she was moved to the oncology floor, which has much nicer rooms and a more peaceful atmosphere.
The nurses are also able to be more focused, resulting in significantly better care for the patients.
One huge praise is that mom is now on a regulated morphine drip - she gets a small amount on a regular basis, but can increase it (up to a certain limit) as she needs to.
Another praise is that she has been able to do her breathing exercises more frequently. While she still has a ways to go before she gets to a normal level, she is currently at a level that they consider acceptable for her stage of recovery.
Going to the hospital tonight was a completely different experience - I could immediately see that she was better rested.
I met one of her doctors (she has three), and he was incredibly nice and had a wonderful bedside manner. My sisters mentioned that the other two doctors are just as nice. The three of them have a great reputation and my mom was told by one of the nurses that she has "the big guns" working on her side.
While I was at the hospital my mom was able to get out of bed (with the help of two nurses) and move to a chair, where she sat for a half hour. It was encouraging to see her making this kind of progress.
And now we move on to the frustrating part of the day...
At 9:30a.m. I got a call from Kaitlyn's sitter saying that she was once again running a temp.
**sigh**
I picked her up and took her to see the doctor, who informed me (very casually) that Kaitlyn has hand, foot and mouth disease.
Or is it foot, hand and mouth disease? Or mouth, hand and foot disease?
Whatever.
Anyway, I heard this and thought, excuse me? WHAT does my child have? Is it chronic? Will she be foaming at the mouth soon? Is this related to leprosy? Isn't this one of those things that she might have gotten from chickens or cows or some other form of livestock???
(My overactive imagination was working overtime.)
After quieting the many voices and questions in my head, what I actually said to the doctor was, "Um, what did you say she has?"
I found out that this is a fairly common thing for kids to get, and is a virus that simply must run its course. It got its name because blister-type sores can show up on the hands, feet, and in the mouth.
Kaitlyn doesn't have any sores on her hands or feet, but she does have one big sore on her tongue. :-( No wonder she doesn't want to eat anything!
The doctor said to treat it with Benadryl and Advil/Tylenol, and it should go away in a few days.
By the way, another fun happening today (said with just a hint of sarcasm) is that I tried to give Kaitlyn some Bendaryl and when I pointed the syringe in her mouth and squirted some in, it squirted right back out and sprayed my entire shirt.
Nice.
(I think I'm done whining.)
Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day, both for Kaitlyn and for my mom. Thanks to everyone who has been praying!!
The nurses are also able to be more focused, resulting in significantly better care for the patients.
One huge praise is that mom is now on a regulated morphine drip - she gets a small amount on a regular basis, but can increase it (up to a certain limit) as she needs to.
Another praise is that she has been able to do her breathing exercises more frequently. While she still has a ways to go before she gets to a normal level, she is currently at a level that they consider acceptable for her stage of recovery.
Going to the hospital tonight was a completely different experience - I could immediately see that she was better rested.
I met one of her doctors (she has three), and he was incredibly nice and had a wonderful bedside manner. My sisters mentioned that the other two doctors are just as nice. The three of them have a great reputation and my mom was told by one of the nurses that she has "the big guns" working on her side.
While I was at the hospital my mom was able to get out of bed (with the help of two nurses) and move to a chair, where she sat for a half hour. It was encouraging to see her making this kind of progress.
And now we move on to the frustrating part of the day...
At 9:30a.m. I got a call from Kaitlyn's sitter saying that she was once again running a temp.
**sigh**
I picked her up and took her to see the doctor, who informed me (very casually) that Kaitlyn has hand, foot and mouth disease.
Or is it foot, hand and mouth disease? Or mouth, hand and foot disease?
Whatever.
Anyway, I heard this and thought, excuse me? WHAT does my child have? Is it chronic? Will she be foaming at the mouth soon? Is this related to leprosy? Isn't this one of those things that she might have gotten from chickens or cows or some other form of livestock???
(My overactive imagination was working overtime.)
After quieting the many voices and questions in my head, what I actually said to the doctor was, "Um, what did you say she has?"
I found out that this is a fairly common thing for kids to get, and is a virus that simply must run its course. It got its name because blister-type sores can show up on the hands, feet, and in the mouth.
Kaitlyn doesn't have any sores on her hands or feet, but she does have one big sore on her tongue. :-( No wonder she doesn't want to eat anything!
The doctor said to treat it with Benadryl and Advil/Tylenol, and it should go away in a few days.
By the way, another fun happening today (said with just a hint of sarcasm) is that I tried to give Kaitlyn some Bendaryl and when I pointed the syringe in her mouth and squirted some in, it squirted right back out and sprayed my entire shirt.
Nice.
(I think I'm done whining.)
Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day, both for Kaitlyn and for my mom. Thanks to everyone who has been praying!!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
The day after
Today was a rough day for my mom. She woke up to excruciating pain because a nurse had TURNED OFF HER PAIN MEDICATION.
She turned it OFF.
Less than 24 hours after major surgery.
What was she thinking?
When one of my mom's doctors came in and saw what was going on, she let the nurse have it and made it very clear that mom was to have whatever pain meds she needed.
However, it seems that the communication between the doctors and the nurses (especially after a shift change) isn't the best, and all day long they have been trying (or not trying) to regulate her pain meds.
When I got to the hospital tonight it was obvious that mom was in pain. Between the four of us (my dad, my two sisters, and me) we worked out a plan to document everything and figure out the best system for helping mom to stay ahead of the pain.
My dad and Andrea are going to take turns staying with mom tonight, in order to make sure that she gets consistent care.
Two prayer requests: pray that mom's pain will be managed so she can get some rest, and pray that her lungs will be strengthened. She has to do breathing exercises in order to avoid pnuemonia, which could complicate her recovery.
(At least I think it's pnuemonia, but my brain is dead, so it could be some other condition that she needs to avoid. Even if I'm wrong, I think you get the picture.)
Please also pray for me and my family, that we will know how to best advocate for mom during her recovery.
When I left the hospital, mom was doing much better and it was apparent that the medication was working. She was more conversational and was back to joking around a bit. Hopefully it will all be downhill from here.
One good thing about tonight is that Kaitlyn, who has been cutting her second year molars and had a fever for the past two days, went to bed without any problems. Hopefully this means she will sleep through the night.
(Which means that mom and dad might get to sleep through the night.)
Also, while at the hospital, I was informed that my sisters had read yesterday's post to my mom. I think she enjoyed it, but once she is feeling better she might decide to throw the can of chili at me.
Only time will tell.
She turned it OFF.
Less than 24 hours after major surgery.
What was she thinking?
When one of my mom's doctors came in and saw what was going on, she let the nurse have it and made it very clear that mom was to have whatever pain meds she needed.
However, it seems that the communication between the doctors and the nurses (especially after a shift change) isn't the best, and all day long they have been trying (or not trying) to regulate her pain meds.
When I got to the hospital tonight it was obvious that mom was in pain. Between the four of us (my dad, my two sisters, and me) we worked out a plan to document everything and figure out the best system for helping mom to stay ahead of the pain.
My dad and Andrea are going to take turns staying with mom tonight, in order to make sure that she gets consistent care.
Two prayer requests: pray that mom's pain will be managed so she can get some rest, and pray that her lungs will be strengthened. She has to do breathing exercises in order to avoid pnuemonia, which could complicate her recovery.
(At least I think it's pnuemonia, but my brain is dead, so it could be some other condition that she needs to avoid. Even if I'm wrong, I think you get the picture.)
Please also pray for me and my family, that we will know how to best advocate for mom during her recovery.
When I left the hospital, mom was doing much better and it was apparent that the medication was working. She was more conversational and was back to joking around a bit. Hopefully it will all be downhill from here.
One good thing about tonight is that Kaitlyn, who has been cutting her second year molars and had a fever for the past two days, went to bed without any problems. Hopefully this means she will sleep through the night.
(Which means that mom and dad might get to sleep through the night.)
Also, while at the hospital, I was informed that my sisters had read yesterday's post to my mom. I think she enjoyed it, but once she is feeling better she might decide to throw the can of chili at me.
Only time will tell.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Hey look - my second post of the day! (And it's mostly about farting. Just a warning.)
Can you tell I'm just a little excited to have my internet connection up and running again? Even if it did take the guy THREE hours to set up?
I got to spend a couple of hours with my mom tonight, and she is in GREAT spirits. Her sense of humor has certainly not been affected.
It was really nice to sit in her room with my dad and my sisters - I can't remember the last time it's just been the five of us sharing a moment. We spent a lot of time laughing and joking, which I think did my mom a lot of good.
On my way to visit mom I picked up some flowers, and a can of chili with beans.
The doctors have told mom that she has to pass gas before they'll start giving her liquids. (Right now she's on IV's and ice chips.)
She's been laughing about that because ever since her colonoscopy, all she's done is fart. I don't know how many times she's had to clean out her colon through this process, and all of that cleaning out has caused her whole system to be, um, at the top of its game.
By the way, she would probably be horrified if she knew I was sharing this. (But she's currently drugged up and won't be reading my blog for a while, so I won't worry about that right now.)
Anyhoo... She's hoping that the passing gas part will come sooner rather than later, and has laughed at the fact that we'll be praying for her to fart.
(I'm not going let Kaitlyn in on this particular prayer request, because she remembers prayer requests for a loooooong time. Ten years from now she'd probably still be praying for God to help Grandma fart.)
Before I went to the hospital I stopped at the gas station to fill up (hee hee - see how nicely that fits in?), then went inside to get something to drink.
That's when I passed the chili with beans.
I bought it, and when I gave it to mom I told her it was to inspire her and help her keep focused on the goal.
I'm sure Michael Phelps had his tokens of inspiration, and now mom has hers.
See how I just related Michael Phelps to farting? Yeah, I'm talented like that.
And, possibly, some of mom's drug may have rubbed off on me because I have no idea how I've rambled all the way to the point of talking about Michael Phelps and farting.
Maybe I need to take all of this internet connectedness in small doses.
Or maybe I should go to bed.
Goodnight.
I got to spend a couple of hours with my mom tonight, and she is in GREAT spirits. Her sense of humor has certainly not been affected.
It was really nice to sit in her room with my dad and my sisters - I can't remember the last time it's just been the five of us sharing a moment. We spent a lot of time laughing and joking, which I think did my mom a lot of good.
On my way to visit mom I picked up some flowers, and a can of chili with beans.
The doctors have told mom that she has to pass gas before they'll start giving her liquids. (Right now she's on IV's and ice chips.)
She's been laughing about that because ever since her colonoscopy, all she's done is fart. I don't know how many times she's had to clean out her colon through this process, and all of that cleaning out has caused her whole system to be, um, at the top of its game.
By the way, she would probably be horrified if she knew I was sharing this. (But she's currently drugged up and won't be reading my blog for a while, so I won't worry about that right now.)
Anyhoo... She's hoping that the passing gas part will come sooner rather than later, and has laughed at the fact that we'll be praying for her to fart.
(I'm not going let Kaitlyn in on this particular prayer request, because she remembers prayer requests for a loooooong time. Ten years from now she'd probably still be praying for God to help Grandma fart.)
Before I went to the hospital I stopped at the gas station to fill up (hee hee - see how nicely that fits in?), then went inside to get something to drink.
That's when I passed the chili with beans.
I bought it, and when I gave it to mom I told her it was to inspire her and help her keep focused on the goal.
I'm sure Michael Phelps had his tokens of inspiration, and now mom has hers.
See how I just related Michael Phelps to farting? Yeah, I'm talented like that.
And, possibly, some of mom's drug may have rubbed off on me because I have no idea how I've rambled all the way to the point of talking about Michael Phelps and farting.
Maybe I need to take all of this internet connectedness in small doses.
Or maybe I should go to bed.
Goodnight.
Praises
Praise #1
My mom's surgery went very well. I haven't seen her yet (I'm headed to the hospital as soon as my niece arrives to watch Kaitlyn for me) but Monica (my sister) told me that mom is in very good spirits. She's quite a bit drugged up, which could account for the good spirits, but at least she has her spunk.
Praise #2
After much weeping and gnashing of teeth and several unexpected bumps in the road, I have internet service at home. And cable. And a home phone. Woohoo!
My day didn't go as expected - Kaitlyn was home today with a fever, and Mike had an emergency business trip to Michigan. I would like to have planned it a little differently, however, everything has worked out ok so I won't complain (too much).
Thanks to everyone for your prayers! I'll keep you updated on mom's progress. One additional specific prayer is that her digestive system will start working ASAP so she can start on liquids, and move quickly to real food. (She doesn't want to eat baby food for the next week.) :-)
My mom's surgery went very well. I haven't seen her yet (I'm headed to the hospital as soon as my niece arrives to watch Kaitlyn for me) but Monica (my sister) told me that mom is in very good spirits. She's quite a bit drugged up, which could account for the good spirits, but at least she has her spunk.
Praise #2
After much weeping and gnashing of teeth and several unexpected bumps in the road, I have internet service at home. And cable. And a home phone. Woohoo!
My day didn't go as expected - Kaitlyn was home today with a fever, and Mike had an emergency business trip to Michigan. I would like to have planned it a little differently, however, everything has worked out ok so I won't complain (too much).
Thanks to everyone for your prayers! I'll keep you updated on mom's progress. One additional specific prayer is that her digestive system will start working ASAP so she can start on liquids, and move quickly to real food. (She doesn't want to eat baby food for the next week.) :-)
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