In late October we learned that my dad (in Layton) had a mass on his pancreas. My mom took him to the Huntsman Cancer Institute for a biopsy and scans. After the biopsy results were back we learned that it was indeed cancer. However the doctors we beyond positive – they told us that they never find pancreatic cancer this early and staged it at stage 2. They sent Dad home to see a surgeon in Ogden the next week. After he saw the surgeon they scheduled the Whipple procedure – a very invasive surgical procedure that takes 8-10 hours to complete for the day before Thanksgiving.
Wednesday 24 November came – My mom took my dad to Ogden Regional at 0600. It had been a horrible storm the night before – I even sent my Crewmembers home early from work. Because of how painful this surgery is they gave my dad an epidural, and wrapped him in a bear hugger to keep him warm while he was on the table. They began to put my dad out and finish the prep work just before 0900. I went into work and figured that around 2pm I’d leave to head to Ogden. I spoke to my mom and she said not to worry and that would be fine. 45 minutes later it was not fine. My sister text messaged me to call our mom ASAP.
The surgery was over – the cancer had spread, liver, stomach, lymph nodes. Stage 4 aggressive pancreatic cancer. My heart dropped – I started to cry and walked into John’s office and told him I was leaving.
Being me and not knowing what else to do I picked up Sweet Tooth Fairy cupcakes and a coke. I was still crying in the shop. The poor lady behind the counter felt so bad and gave me free coke. My brother phoned – he was on his way to the Atlanta airport to fly to Tucson to see his in-laws for Thanksgiving. Patrick wanted to know what to do – change his ticket and come home or go to Tucson still. I had to call Grandpa Coleman and our cousin Lottie so the family could be informed. I called Charles and sobbed.
The roads were bad and I was still crying. All I could think about were the words of the priesthood blessing Dad had received the Sunday before – all about how his family would be comforted – nothing about dad just his family. Then I had that warm feeling come over me and knew that we would not be alone during this time. My dad is a good man – married my mom and her two small girls and took care of us. Sometimes I just have to turn it over to the Lord and let life happen in His time not mine.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Paul Cardall -- A Hero in my Book
Being Sydney's Mom has taught me a lot about courage and living. Living is not merely surviving but enjoying the journey, finding joy in the small moments. Meeting others who have survived until adulthood with CHD has been like a light in a long dark tunnel. Paul is a gifted talented musician -- that would be an understatement. He went to my favorite heart group’s annual meeting (It's My Heart) in Houston last month and spoke. I felt sad that I couldn't be there but from all of the reports from other heart mom's it was amazing!
So tonight I wanted to share with you a small clip of his music. I cannot wait until his book comes out this fall.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Peaches
I found a killer deal on peaches at Sunflower Market -- they were only .47 a pound. I bought about 35 lbs. I made freezer peaches, freezer jam, regular jam and also some cherry jam. I have to say I am loving having my garden and looking forward to canning tomatos, beets, and salsa later in the year.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Canada Day
Whatever would I do without my work family? My friends in CRC threw me a Happy Canada Day party today. We had food, treats, teasing about where I'm from. It was the perfect day! This is part of the reason I love working here! Thanks to each and everyone of you! You made my day!!! Pics to follow
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Sydney's Hospital Trip
As the work party was winding down Sydney told me she didn't feel well. I thought no big deal -- we'll head home rest and all will be right with the world. Not 30 seconds later Sydney said "Momma my chest hurts". At that point I noticed she was a little grey and covered in a cold sweat. This is a moment every heart mom dreads -- at least I assume we all do. This moment has NEVER happened to us before. The first thought that ran thru my head was "Oh my HELL not now"! The next thing I knew Sydney was leaning into me with her eyes open wide saying her chest hurt, and now her arm.
I told the boys it was time to go -- they were both so good. We headed to the van and I made Sydney sit in the front seat. I phoned the transplant nurse on call and held for what seemed like forever -- really only 10 minutes. By the time I spoke to her we were heading down Parley's Canyon. I kept expecting her to tell me to take her home and watch her -- Nope. We were invited to go and see them in the ER. As I looked at Sydney who had tears in her eyes, and my two little big boys in their car seats I wanted to cry. Caitlin was at Youth Conference and I was on my own. The boys I'm sure were hopped up on cotton candy, soda and a fun afternoon of rides. A trip to the ER was not going to be on their "list". I called Charles and he was able to get a hold of his parents. They had his brother’s boys but my FIL could come down and get the boys if needed. As I was driving down Foothill Blvd. the thought came to my mind to call Wennie. Wennie would come and get the boys at the ER, take them home, pack them up, feed them dinner and give them to my FIL. Oh what would we do without our Wennie?
At the ER there was no parking, the valet was closed so we parked in the BMT. Someday when I build a hospital it will have more than 10 parking spots at the ER. I carried Sydney in with Jon holding Zachary's hand following behind. At the check in desk I got to hear one girl’s tale of sadness about her yellow bridesmaid dress with pink flowers on it for a wedding this summer. On the third "excuse me" she acknowledged that we were there and asked me to wait -- I told her "no" that we were there by the request of Cardiology and could not wait. Nice reception girl informed me that they did not have a paper from Cards on a Sydney VanShaar however they did have one on a Tiffany VanShaar with the same birthday as Sydney etc (insert eye roll here).
The LPN came out and got Sydney who had quit talking and took her into a triage room. Sydney's heart rate was quite high (150+) and her blood pressure low (60's/40's). They paged the Cardiologist on call -- and moved us to a trauma room. The fellow from cards came in and ordered a ton of tests, and then asked Sydney what had happened. Sydney just looked at him and didn't say much. Brother Jon to the rescue -- he told Dr. Hoffman all about what happened. I hate having Jon know so much when he is so little. The lab came, EKG, x-ray, and then we headed for an echo just as Wennie got there. It was good timing as the boys had explored every part of the room and had used all of the stickers we had. The EKG was a bit off, her echo was okay, her lab work was fine -- not dehydrated, and the x-ray looked a bit off as well.
The plan was made -- admit to cardiology for at least overnight to rule out a heart attack. I think this was the point I asked if they (the cardiology team) were serious. They were. At that point I was scared. Dr. E even came in – hello it is 9 at night – cardiologists don’t come in at night.
We headed up to the third floor for the night -- I had nothing with me just my hot sweaty clothes I'd worn all day. I didn't feel like I could leave so I just sat there feeling icky. Thank goodness for my sister Mandy who came with all of the needed items. We spent the night talking and playing games.
Sydney slept well overnight but had some pain. Her labs looked good and they eventually decided that she had an infection in her sternum and her cyclo level was way off. At that point they were able to discharge her -- none too soon.
She has her regular cardiology visit on 8 July -- so we hope to stay healthy until then.
I told the boys it was time to go -- they were both so good. We headed to the van and I made Sydney sit in the front seat. I phoned the transplant nurse on call and held for what seemed like forever -- really only 10 minutes. By the time I spoke to her we were heading down Parley's Canyon. I kept expecting her to tell me to take her home and watch her -- Nope. We were invited to go and see them in the ER. As I looked at Sydney who had tears in her eyes, and my two little big boys in their car seats I wanted to cry. Caitlin was at Youth Conference and I was on my own. The boys I'm sure were hopped up on cotton candy, soda and a fun afternoon of rides. A trip to the ER was not going to be on their "list". I called Charles and he was able to get a hold of his parents. They had his brother’s boys but my FIL could come down and get the boys if needed. As I was driving down Foothill Blvd. the thought came to my mind to call Wennie. Wennie would come and get the boys at the ER, take them home, pack them up, feed them dinner and give them to my FIL. Oh what would we do without our Wennie?
At the ER there was no parking, the valet was closed so we parked in the BMT. Someday when I build a hospital it will have more than 10 parking spots at the ER. I carried Sydney in with Jon holding Zachary's hand following behind. At the check in desk I got to hear one girl’s tale of sadness about her yellow bridesmaid dress with pink flowers on it for a wedding this summer. On the third "excuse me" she acknowledged that we were there and asked me to wait -- I told her "no" that we were there by the request of Cardiology and could not wait. Nice reception girl informed me that they did not have a paper from Cards on a Sydney VanShaar however they did have one on a Tiffany VanShaar with the same birthday as Sydney etc (insert eye roll here).
The LPN came out and got Sydney who had quit talking and took her into a triage room. Sydney's heart rate was quite high (150+) and her blood pressure low (60's/40's). They paged the Cardiologist on call -- and moved us to a trauma room. The fellow from cards came in and ordered a ton of tests, and then asked Sydney what had happened. Sydney just looked at him and didn't say much. Brother Jon to the rescue -- he told Dr. Hoffman all about what happened. I hate having Jon know so much when he is so little. The lab came, EKG, x-ray, and then we headed for an echo just as Wennie got there. It was good timing as the boys had explored every part of the room and had used all of the stickers we had. The EKG was a bit off, her echo was okay, her lab work was fine -- not dehydrated, and the x-ray looked a bit off as well.
The plan was made -- admit to cardiology for at least overnight to rule out a heart attack. I think this was the point I asked if they (the cardiology team) were serious. They were. At that point I was scared. Dr. E even came in – hello it is 9 at night – cardiologists don’t come in at night.
We headed up to the third floor for the night -- I had nothing with me just my hot sweaty clothes I'd worn all day. I didn't feel like I could leave so I just sat there feeling icky. Thank goodness for my sister Mandy who came with all of the needed items. We spent the night talking and playing games.
Sydney slept well overnight but had some pain. Her labs looked good and they eventually decided that she had an infection in her sternum and her cyclo level was way off. At that point they were able to discharge her -- none too soon.
She has her regular cardiology visit on 8 July -- so we hope to stay healthy until then.
Works 10 Year Birthday Party
The place I work held our 10 year birthday party was held at Park City Mountain Resort. I could not imagine it would be as wonderful as it was. There was tons of food, games and rides for the kids and adults along with giveaways of every kind. It was nice to be up in the mountains for a few hours where it was quite a bit cooler. I have pics to post but I can't find my cord so they will have to come later.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
New York cont...
Day 2 of my trip involved meetings at FSC -- our office in New York. The meetings went well and we were done in time to catch the one o'clock shuttle to JFK. I felt like I really scored seat wise when I ended up with the window in the emergency exit row!
We had plenty of time and went to find something to eat inside T5. Joy and Amalys were traveling with me and we agreed upon the Spanish restaurant called Piquillo. They have an awesome menu and I had wanted to try their food for a while now. Charles lived in Spain for about a year in his early 20's and still talks about the food. I ordered 3 different tapas -- Tapas are Spanish appetizers. I had one that was made from marinated artichoke hearts, peas and thick chunks of bacon -- in my book if you have bacon you can't go wrong. The second was chicken on little kabobs served on brushetta with olive oil and fresh herbs -- talk about tasty. The final was a potato and egg torte. Charles has made me something similar since we were first married and all I can say is WOW no wonder he loved it!
I had to pick up something for each of the kids so I went to Muji and bought Jon new blocks of NYC and Zachary the set from London. They really enjoy the wooden city blocks to play with. For the girls I found bags that say I heart NYC. They were more than reasonable in price so I grabbed them. I grabbed a snack and headed for the flight. We arrived home 50 minutes early -- We didn't have to wait to take off and made great time! Charles and Zachamander came to pick me up it was great to be home!
We had plenty of time and went to find something to eat inside T5. Joy and Amalys were traveling with me and we agreed upon the Spanish restaurant called Piquillo. They have an awesome menu and I had wanted to try their food for a while now. Charles lived in Spain for about a year in his early 20's and still talks about the food. I ordered 3 different tapas -- Tapas are Spanish appetizers. I had one that was made from marinated artichoke hearts, peas and thick chunks of bacon -- in my book if you have bacon you can't go wrong. The second was chicken on little kabobs served on brushetta with olive oil and fresh herbs -- talk about tasty. The final was a potato and egg torte. Charles has made me something similar since we were first married and all I can say is WOW no wonder he loved it!
I had to pick up something for each of the kids so I went to Muji and bought Jon new blocks of NYC and Zachary the set from London. They really enjoy the wooden city blocks to play with. For the girls I found bags that say I heart NYC. They were more than reasonable in price so I grabbed them. I grabbed a snack and headed for the flight. We arrived home 50 minutes early -- We didn't have to wait to take off and made great time! Charles and Zachamander came to pick me up it was great to be home!
Monday, June 14, 2010
New York
Have I mentioned how much I love NYC? I was lucky enough to have business meetings this week at our offices there. Even better I was lucky enough to travel with some good friends. We took the Saturday night shut-eye flight from SLC to JFK.
Always the optimists we hoped for early check in at our Chelsea hotel -- Not going to happen as they were sold out. We stowed our bags and headed for early breakfast. The diner we went to was fine -- nothing flashy -- it wasn't even 7 yet so we were limited on choices. We sat there for almost two hours before heading out to find something to do.
John suggested the High Line -- It is an above ground park that is built on elevated train tracks/platforms for the meatpacking district in the 1930's. Over the past two years it has been converted to a nine block above ground park rather than torn down. You could see the Statue of Liberty, Chelsea pier, the Hudson River where they docked the Miracle on the Hudson and a zillion other little things -- I'm into small details and found many.
There were several highlights of our walk -- the first being I fell asleep (along with Joy) on one of the wooden lounge chairs -- John and Amalys snapped some photos. I don't have a copy of them right now but I was sacked out. The next highlight was that I found Saskatoon bushes with ripe berries -- Yes, much to everyone’s horror I began picking and eating the berries. You can take the girl out of the prairie but you can't take the prairie out of the girl (something like that). I have not had Saskatoon’s in years and they tasted so good. Most of my traveling companions declined to taste the berries (chickens). My theory -- it left more berries for me.
Next we headed to Starbucks to have ten-zies (food again). I love their Vivanno's! While resting there (they had a/c) I noticed that Chelsea Market was just across the street. I was so excited! For those of you who don't know that is home to The Food network! We went over and looked in the shops, went to a sample sale, had eleven-zies (French croissant), looked at odd photos of men with mustaches -- it was great!
We headed back to the hotel to see if there were any rooms open yet -- No such luck. We re-grouped and headed to the subway and two stops and past an assortment of stores (holy cow) later we were at this cute little Spanish restaurant. Their food was to die for! We ate and ate -- after all it was 1230 by now. I had never had saffron rice before.
At that point it was time for my friends to head to their afternoon Broadway play and all I wanted was a bed. I managed to get back to the hotel without getting lost and checked in. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I woke up nearly six hours later, took a shower and found a BBQ place right down the street. It was great! I had some prep work to do before the meetings in the morning, called Charles and the kids, Dr. Durham -- got to love it when you have to call the pedi from NYC and went back to sleep.
Today I didn't think about my calendar being in mountain time vs eastern and ended up at the office two hours before the first meeting. It gave me time to get a few other things done. It was great to see everyone here. I miss working with revenue management daily etc.
Tonight we went and had the best Indian food I've ever had. It was this cute little hole in the wall place close to our hotel. Joy is part Indian and could tell us what everything was -- she was so excited. Amalys was kind enough to drink my wine that came with dinner too :) . After, all I wanted to do was sleep as we have a full day tomorrow -- A meeting followed by the flight home.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Miquela's 21st Birthday
I can't believe that my little Miquela is 21. Happy Birthday to our Miquela bird! Time certainly has flown by -- it seems like only a few months ago that you were 7. That year you had a shared birthday parter with Great Grandpa Roger for his 80th birthday.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Some Of My Favorite Things
Below you will find 40 things that are my favorites -- I could go on and on but this today is enough.
Cherry coke from the soda fountain
Pellet ice
Time to cook and bake
The smell of clean babies – there is magic in baby lotion I swear
New, clean sheets with a high thread count
Listening to the ocean – I never knew it was so loud
Reading anything and everything – wait I’m not into vampires
My kiddos – I can’t believe how old they are getting
Charles – what more can I say
Traveling
Perogies
Dark chocolate
The wind right before it rains
The smell of outside right after it rains
Disney World
Taking pictures
JetBlue
New York
Learning anything new
Good doctor reports
Fresh flowers
Fire and Ice roses
Talking on the phone – not so much into texting
Snuggles
Buddy the dog
Playing in the ocean / at the beach
Movies and movie popcorn
Christmas (side note I hated Christmas when I married Charles until we had the girls)
My Daddy – he thinks I’m perfect – yes, I have him wrapped around my little finger
Not having to hurry
James Taylor / Rod Stewart / Kenny Chesney / Enya
Las Vegas
Snow
The apple gorgonzola salad from Buca di Beppo
IMH (Its My Heart) My friend Corrie started it for all of our heart kiddos in honor of her son Noah
Pomegranates – Charles says that I love anything to eat that I can play with
The smell of Pine Sol
Frozen fruity drinks from Sonic
Girl talk
Always being able to find some hope
Sunday, May 9, 2010
17 Years Ago
today I met Charles. I wasn't looking for him but he was looking for me. It was one of the first times I'd been to church in three months due to my work schedule. I went to the Weber State 5th ward after working a night shift at SDCH -- I was so tired and just threw myself together to get there. After all I was going to church not to meet some guy.
It was a nice service and I learned it was Mothers Day. I made a mental note to stop on my way home and pick something up for my mom -- so much for the whole keeping the Sabbath day holy. As I was leaving sacrament meeting I felt this tap on my arm and there was Charles. We walked to the parking lot chatting and as it turned out we were parked close together. We talked and talked -- believe it or not it was mostly him chatting not me. He told me that he was going to be out of town for the next week but asked for my number to go out the following weekend. We had lost track of time and over three hours had gone by – who would have thought that Charles could be such a talker! Seventeen years, seven kids, two houses and a zillion other things here we are - who would have thought so much could happen in such a short amount of time?
It was a nice service and I learned it was Mothers Day. I made a mental note to stop on my way home and pick something up for my mom -- so much for the whole keeping the Sabbath day holy. As I was leaving sacrament meeting I felt this tap on my arm and there was Charles. We walked to the parking lot chatting and as it turned out we were parked close together. We talked and talked -- believe it or not it was mostly him chatting not me. He told me that he was going to be out of town for the next week but asked for my number to go out the following weekend. We had lost track of time and over three hours had gone by – who would have thought that Charles could be such a talker! Seventeen years, seven kids, two houses and a zillion other things here we are - who would have thought so much could happen in such a short amount of time?
I love you Charles!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
A Group Home for Maggie
As Miss Maggie prepares for discharge from her fully secure/locked mental health placement Charles and I have began the search for a Group Home for her.
Initially we were given only 1 option (option A) which we went and looked at. It was okay, only and hour and fifteen minutes from home, seemed like they had an established program and a mature staff but we left feeling uneasy.
We pushed and were given two additional options one nearly four hours away and the other nearly three hours away. Before I could set up appointments to go and see either one we were told that the place further away was no longer a contracted agency. It was a mixed blessing -- it was further away so that left us with closer options however in the same breath we learned some information that concerns us that option A is not a good place for Maggie.
Next week I'll be driving out to Egypt to see option B. I've looked at their website, left their admissions office voicemail and tried to find anyone else who has had their child there -- so far I have not been successful. There are very few Group Homes that are taking girls in Utah -- the state is in the process of recontracting and it is a nightmare. They are cutting the number of places available by 2/3's. There is nothing (not one Group Home) in the metro area -- something I find odd and hard to believe.
Keep your fingers crossed for me!
Initially we were given only 1 option (option A) which we went and looked at. It was okay, only and hour and fifteen minutes from home, seemed like they had an established program and a mature staff but we left feeling uneasy.
We pushed and were given two additional options one nearly four hours away and the other nearly three hours away. Before I could set up appointments to go and see either one we were told that the place further away was no longer a contracted agency. It was a mixed blessing -- it was further away so that left us with closer options however in the same breath we learned some information that concerns us that option A is not a good place for Maggie.
Next week I'll be driving out to Egypt to see option B. I've looked at their website, left their admissions office voicemail and tried to find anyone else who has had their child there -- so far I have not been successful. There are very few Group Homes that are taking girls in Utah -- the state is in the process of recontracting and it is a nightmare. They are cutting the number of places available by 2/3's. There is nothing (not one Group Home) in the metro area -- something I find odd and hard to believe.
Keep your fingers crossed for me!
Update on my Garden
I was feeling rather proud of my little seeds -- they had sprouted quickly, and most of the little pots had plants in them. A rare chance at success for me when it comes to growing plants. When it began to get warm towards the end of April I began setting all the little pots out on the back porch for a few hours a day. One night I forgot to bring them in -- I didn't think much about it. The next morning as I was getting ready for work I looked outside and found all my pots upside down scattered about the backyard. I cried. I know that is silly but they were growing and all I could think of was for once I was going to have a garden my pretty dream garden was gone! So I moped for a couple of days and then replanted new seeds.
I have a new "plan". My tomatoes, cukes, pumpkins, watermelon, etc I am getting from the nursery. They will be bigger and I hope strong enough to survive. I replanted my beets, onions, and corn. I couldn't find any peas at the stores so I guess I'm too late for them.
My cousin Jennifer has her little garden in plastic cups in her dining room -- they are HUGE! They look like nursery stock plants. My heart had a moment of jealousy that quickly ended when Jen mentioned our Granny. Granny was a gardener a great one. She had what I like to call perfect black dirt and grew the best veggies! I could hear her words of just try again and so today out I go to find a spot in my backyard to put the plants. Wish me luck :)
I have a new "plan". My tomatoes, cukes, pumpkins, watermelon, etc I am getting from the nursery. They will be bigger and I hope strong enough to survive. I replanted my beets, onions, and corn. I couldn't find any peas at the stores so I guess I'm too late for them.
My cousin Jennifer has her little garden in plastic cups in her dining room -- they are HUGE! They look like nursery stock plants. My heart had a moment of jealousy that quickly ended when Jen mentioned our Granny. Granny was a gardener a great one. She had what I like to call perfect black dirt and grew the best veggies! I could hear her words of just try again and so today out I go to find a spot in my backyard to put the plants. Wish me luck :)
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Botox Anyone?
Zachary went back to see the ortho Friday -- Dr. Klatt is a great guy. One look at how Zachary was walking and he agreed that it was worse than before. Since casting didn't last even four months we are moving on to step 2 -- botox. In two weeks Zachary will see a rehab doc -- Dr. Gooch. (Side note back a zillion years ago when I worked at SDCH I used to work with Dr. G -- she knows her stuff big time.) Dr. Gooch will be the one to make the call if botox is the next step or surgery. With botox they would then either cast Zachary to force his feet flat, give him foot/ankle leg braces, or try just the botox alone.
It was hard enough when he was in casts for November and early December -- I can't imagine him being in casts for the summer. Zachary loves the sprinkler, mud and playing outside way too much. We'll do whatever needs to be done but I feel for my little man. Maybe we'll be able to hold off until September?
I felt bad because when we got off the elevator Zachary remembered where we were and started to cry, "I don't want new casts Momma!” It broke my heart. Jon who was with us kept asking "Is Zach getting new casts? What color? Can have them too?” I'm grateful for the Neonate follow up clinic and sitting in there reminded me how much we do have to be grateful for -- many of the kids born around the same time as Zachary 27-28 weeks gestation have vision, motor and learning issues. If mild CP and toe walking from it is the worst thing that happens we have it made in the shade.
It was hard enough when he was in casts for November and early December -- I can't imagine him being in casts for the summer. Zachary loves the sprinkler, mud and playing outside way too much. We'll do whatever needs to be done but I feel for my little man. Maybe we'll be able to hold off until September?
I felt bad because when we got off the elevator Zachary remembered where we were and started to cry, "I don't want new casts Momma!” It broke my heart. Jon who was with us kept asking "Is Zach getting new casts? What color? Can have them too?” I'm grateful for the Neonate follow up clinic and sitting in there reminded me how much we do have to be grateful for -- many of the kids born around the same time as Zachary 27-28 weeks gestation have vision, motor and learning issues. If mild CP and toe walking from it is the worst thing that happens we have it made in the shade.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
My Hero My Brother
Patrick is nearly six years younger than I am. When he was born I used to cart him around like a baby doll. He was MY BABY. When he was just a few weeks old he had to be admitted to the hospital with an infection. I thought it was my entire fault. I was too little to see him at the hospital and cried for him. When he was two he didn't speak yet because as they soon found out he couldn't hear. Thank goodness it was easily corrected with a seat of PE tubes. He was a pest at times but so sweet. Anytime he wanted something he would come and find me to help him get it. He had a baby Kermit and a pink care bear that he slept with. I would tease him at times to the point of tears -- good thing he loved me. When he was 9 he crashed his bike and split his nose to the bone -- I was babysitting the neighbor kids and he came for me to fix it. I remembered how he begged me not to tell mom. I remember looking at him and saying "Buddy you are going to need like 100 stitches to fix this". In reality he only needed 72. When I married Charles he was mad -- I was going away and he had to wear a tux!
Somehow time kept moving and soon he was driving and would come to our little house in Magna with his friends -- spelling things with my fridge magnets. Then the day came for him to be sworn into the Army. My little brother, with the brown soft fuzzy hair when he was born was going away to boot camp. It was like pictures of his life flashed before my eyes in the minutes of the ceremony. I cried because I was so proud of him. Putting him on the plane broke my heart. Here was my lil brother who was so tender with my special needs girls going off to be a man.
Time kept moving on and before we knew it the day was 11 September 2001. As I sat watching Good Morning America, doing the girls' hair before school watching planes crash into the towers. I remember thinking of Patrick and wondering where he would go and what would happen. I'll never forget the innocence in Sabrina's voice as she said "Don't worry Momma Uncle Patrick is in the Army and he'll protect us". Little did she know how many times he would go to the Middle East?
He was already and Army Ranger but wanted to learn and do more. Patrick learned how to fly Blackhawk helicopters and later Kiowa’s. He was a busy guy hanging out in the "sandbox" but always found the time to talk when I called or answer my facebook posts. He loves his nieces and nephews and isn't afraid to show it.
Patrick is home again and in love with two people. Patricia and her daughter Kira. They soon will be leaving for Alabama for 3 more months of flight school and have decided to marry before they go. On Monday I'm lucky to be one of their witnesses as they get married at the county building.
Patrick, you will always be my lil brother and I love you. Patricia and Kira welcome to the family -- you've made Patrick so happy. I love you all.
Somehow time kept moving and soon he was driving and would come to our little house in Magna with his friends -- spelling things with my fridge magnets. Then the day came for him to be sworn into the Army. My little brother, with the brown soft fuzzy hair when he was born was going away to boot camp. It was like pictures of his life flashed before my eyes in the minutes of the ceremony. I cried because I was so proud of him. Putting him on the plane broke my heart. Here was my lil brother who was so tender with my special needs girls going off to be a man.
Time kept moving on and before we knew it the day was 11 September 2001. As I sat watching Good Morning America, doing the girls' hair before school watching planes crash into the towers. I remember thinking of Patrick and wondering where he would go and what would happen. I'll never forget the innocence in Sabrina's voice as she said "Don't worry Momma Uncle Patrick is in the Army and he'll protect us". Little did she know how many times he would go to the Middle East?
He was already and Army Ranger but wanted to learn and do more. Patrick learned how to fly Blackhawk helicopters and later Kiowa’s. He was a busy guy hanging out in the "sandbox" but always found the time to talk when I called or answer my facebook posts. He loves his nieces and nephews and isn't afraid to show it.
Patrick is home again and in love with two people. Patricia and her daughter Kira. They soon will be leaving for Alabama for 3 more months of flight school and have decided to marry before they go. On Monday I'm lucky to be one of their witnesses as they get married at the county building.
Patrick, you will always be my lil brother and I love you. Patricia and Kira welcome to the family -- you've made Patrick so happy. I love you all.
Post Note : The wedding didn't happen as the flu came calling - soon though very soon :)
Monday, April 19, 2010
Prom
I never thought I'd be the mother of a daughter who went to prom. With our girls special needs I didn't think it would happen. That changed a few days ago. Sabrina was invited to prom! Talk about one happy, excited 17 year old girl. In the small town she lives in everyone who wants to go to the prom is asked. The boys coaches find out which girls have not been asked and then assist in finding senior boys to take the girls. Sabrina's date also happens to be her home teacher so he is familiar with her.
Momma Sue found her a beautiful hot pink dress. Ashley did her nails. Heather, Tricia and Ashley did her hair. She looked beautiful! Who am I kidding she is beautiful.
All of the traditional prom activities happened -- they went to St. George in the afternoon to climb a rock wall. They had dinner at the Olive Garden. Sabrina danced, laughed and hung out with three other couples. She was home at the strike of midnight -- just like Cinderella.
I have tears in my eyes as I type -- Being the mother of 5 special needs daughters I really never thought this would happen. There are so many things that they miss out on. Because of the kindness of the coaches, some decent young men and youth advisors a dream came true not only for Sabrina but for me.
Momma Sue found her a beautiful hot pink dress. Ashley did her nails. Heather, Tricia and Ashley did her hair. She looked beautiful! Who am I kidding she is beautiful.
All of the traditional prom activities happened -- they went to St. George in the afternoon to climb a rock wall. They had dinner at the Olive Garden. Sabrina danced, laughed and hung out with three other couples. She was home at the strike of midnight -- just like Cinderella.
I have tears in my eyes as I type -- Being the mother of 5 special needs daughters I really never thought this would happen. There are so many things that they miss out on. Because of the kindness of the coaches, some decent young men and youth advisors a dream came true not only for Sabrina but for me.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Down But Not Out
I believe I'm pretty much invinsable -- I can weather almost any type of storm in my life and still hit the ground running. That was until pneumonia came to rest in my right lung last Saturday. By Sunday evening I knew I was in trouble and headed to my local Instacare.
The Instacare staff was kind and quick. Two very unusal qualities for an urgent care on a Sunday evening. After a quick exam, xray, and a brief chat with doctor of the results -- right middle lobe pneumonia. I was out the door with a prescription for some pricey antibiotics at the all night pharmacy. I figured I'd be fine -- usually I rally pretty quickly when I'm ill. That was not the case this time.
Monday I went to work after sleeping until 930 -- I don't have to be to work until 1030 so I made it on time. Charles had to deliver a load in the morning and then was going to work on our taxes. When I left work late at 7:30 Charles called and asked what was for dinner -- I could have smacked him. Part of me wanted to scream "HELLO open up a %$#@ can of soup and heat it up!". Instead I picked up pizza. When I got home I threw it on the table and went to bed. Tuesday was pretty much the same as Monday only I had something ready in the crock pot. Wednesday it was a mistake to go to work -- I couldn't talk my poor coworkers endured having me there. I kept saying I was fine and did not want to go home because Charles was still doing the taxes. I'd rather be anywhere but at home during tax week.
My sweet boss Traci kept asking if I was sure I didn't want to go home. Teri was kind enought to pick me up since Charles had to take Jon to an event at his school and had the car. I walked in the door, into our room to find that the taxes were everywhere on our bed. Zachary is still sleeping in our room (more on the evils of co sleeping at a later date) so next to our bed is a crib matress on the floor. All I wanted to do was sleep -- I had a fever, a worse cough and felt dizzy. I pulled on my warm jammies because by now I was freezing and laid down. Buddy cuddled up next to me and we were out. Charles work me up later to a clean side of the bed and I went back to sleep.
Thursday I called in dead to work. Traci was glad that I had come to my senses that I was sick. I had an appt with Reid in the afternoon and even tried to get in early. Sydney's home care nurse thought that I might have pneumonitis or pneumosistis pneumonia from being on the oral chemo and having a weekend immune system. All I could think was there is no way in heck that I am getting admitted to the hospital. Not again! I had another chest xray, more antibiotics, magic cough syrup and instructions not to take my chemo (opps), stay in bed, and do nothing.
I saw Reid again on Monday and I will see him on Thursday. I feel a ton better but am really tired. My cough is still here -- I sound like I'm a smoker. Maybe I'll get done with the antibiotics and feel great!
The Instacare staff was kind and quick. Two very unusal qualities for an urgent care on a Sunday evening. After a quick exam, xray, and a brief chat with doctor of the results -- right middle lobe pneumonia. I was out the door with a prescription for some pricey antibiotics at the all night pharmacy. I figured I'd be fine -- usually I rally pretty quickly when I'm ill. That was not the case this time.
Monday I went to work after sleeping until 930 -- I don't have to be to work until 1030 so I made it on time. Charles had to deliver a load in the morning and then was going to work on our taxes. When I left work late at 7:30 Charles called and asked what was for dinner -- I could have smacked him. Part of me wanted to scream "HELLO open up a %$#@ can of soup and heat it up!". Instead I picked up pizza. When I got home I threw it on the table and went to bed. Tuesday was pretty much the same as Monday only I had something ready in the crock pot. Wednesday it was a mistake to go to work -- I couldn't talk my poor coworkers endured having me there. I kept saying I was fine and did not want to go home because Charles was still doing the taxes. I'd rather be anywhere but at home during tax week.
My sweet boss Traci kept asking if I was sure I didn't want to go home. Teri was kind enought to pick me up since Charles had to take Jon to an event at his school and had the car. I walked in the door, into our room to find that the taxes were everywhere on our bed. Zachary is still sleeping in our room (more on the evils of co sleeping at a later date) so next to our bed is a crib matress on the floor. All I wanted to do was sleep -- I had a fever, a worse cough and felt dizzy. I pulled on my warm jammies because by now I was freezing and laid down. Buddy cuddled up next to me and we were out. Charles work me up later to a clean side of the bed and I went back to sleep.
Thursday I called in dead to work. Traci was glad that I had come to my senses that I was sick. I had an appt with Reid in the afternoon and even tried to get in early. Sydney's home care nurse thought that I might have pneumonitis or pneumosistis pneumonia from being on the oral chemo and having a weekend immune system. All I could think was there is no way in heck that I am getting admitted to the hospital. Not again! I had another chest xray, more antibiotics, magic cough syrup and instructions not to take my chemo (opps), stay in bed, and do nothing.
I saw Reid again on Monday and I will see him on Thursday. I feel a ton better but am really tired. My cough is still here -- I sound like I'm a smoker. Maybe I'll get done with the antibiotics and feel great!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
My Garden Plans
Those of you who know me fairly well know that I do not garden. Anything I plant dies. My dad will look at my yard in pictures I send of the kids outside and he'll beg for me not to tell anyone that he is a farmer.
This spring I have decided to correct my short comings. Jonathan and I planted seeds three weeks ago. Believe it or not the came up! They are big enough that this weekend we need to transplant them into larger pots. I also bought a few more seeds, potting soil, and more magic growing pellets. The next step will be creating a raised bed in the backyard for all of my little plants to grow in.
No, I'm not sure that they will survive -- or even prosper. However, the kids and I are going to give it a try.
This spring I have decided to correct my short comings. Jonathan and I planted seeds three weeks ago. Believe it or not the came up! They are big enough that this weekend we need to transplant them into larger pots. I also bought a few more seeds, potting soil, and more magic growing pellets. The next step will be creating a raised bed in the backyard for all of my little plants to grow in.
No, I'm not sure that they will survive -- or even prosper. However, the kids and I are going to give it a try.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Home Sick
Have you ever been homesick? It sounds kind of silly I've lived in Utah for most of my life -- but if you were to ask me where I'm from I'll reply "Indian Head" or "Saskatchewan". I'm from this little tiny town of about 1,500 people. I can close my eyes and see the streets -- before the four way stop with the blinky light was put in.
When I was small I walked all over town -- without shoes, my big toes were always stubbed and bleeding. My Nana Price lived three or so blocks from my Granny Price and I would make my way there alone the summer I was 3. Everyone knew me and to me they were all my adopted Grandma/pa's or Aunts and Uncles. I didn't know what a stranger was.
There is a tiny 12 bed hospital that I was born and later that my Granny and Grandpa Price died in. The nursing home is down the street from my Granny and Grandpa Price's house where my Nana spent her last year. There is a huge cemetery where several generations of both sides of my family are buried. There are two tiny grocery stores, a bakery, bank, credit union, and a couple of small restaurants along with the Co-op.
Things move at a different pace there -- you have time to check in on your neighbor, sit in the yard, and go to the hockey game. There doesn't seem to be the rush of being here and there --
For part of our honeymoon (September 1993) Charles and I went to Indian Head -- My grandparents knew we were there before we made it the six blocks from the highway to their street -- Someone saw a strange car with Utah plates and phoned them. Granny and Grandpa greeted us in the drive. They hugged us so tight -- Oh how I love and miss them. We spent five days there between the Price home and my Dad and Grandma Dixon's farm. We went to the city and I introduced Charles to some of the foods that had sounded so strange to him. There was even a small open house for us. People who had known me as a baby and small child brought us gifts to remind us of my roots -- A wheat wedding knot, Hudson Bay wool blankets, Canadian pottery with farm scenes, a cookbook from the local Catholic Parish -- What I remember most is the feeling of love and good wishes.
Most people work in Regina -- the "big city". My co-workers snicker at the name "Regina" -- more than once someone has choked when I explain that Regina is the provincial capital. Others like my dad still farm-- very few family farms are still alive. Large commercial outfits buy or rent farm land. Fifteen years ago the Dixon family was one of the last original settlers to still own and work their land that was deeded from Queen Victoria.
I don't know that I could live in a place like Indian Head -- the closest McDonalds is 40 miles away along with the Costco, Wal-Mart and all of the other places I find necessary to live my life. There is an LDS branch on the Reserve (here we would call it an Indian Reservation) 15 miles away. The last time I was there it was just a 1970's single wide trailer converted for Sacrament services -- so different from being here in Utah with our large buildings.
I haven't been home since December 2000. My Granny and Grandpa Price have passed away, as has Grandma Dixon and Uncle Henry. My Dad only knows my boys from pictures and phone calls. Sydney was just a baby when we were there last. Dad out on the farm, Auntie Janice lives in Indian Head, Auntie Heather in Qu'Appelle, with a few cousins here and there. I can't forget my Auntie Roberta or Cousin Cathy. These are the people who have helped make me who I am. One thing I do know for sure is that this summer I need to go home. It is time to reconnect with my roots.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
First Blog
I've wanted to try my hand at a blog for quite sometime now. The kiddo's are getting older and I never seem to have time to scrapbook all of it anymore. I've watched co workers; family and friends make really cute books from their blogs so maybe we'll try this.
I can't imagine anyone who doesn't know us would read this sorted tale but just in case I should introduce the clan:
Miquela is our eldest -- she will be 21 this year. Miquela came to us when she was 7 years old with her three little sisters. We became their foster parents for just over 3 years until we were able to adopt them. Miquela lives about a mile away from us in a disability home. She is learning how to work in a sheltered environment. She loves to ride her bike, color, watch movies and eat chips.
Sabrina is 17 and also lives in a disability home but a little further away. She loves to clogg, play the piano, and do hair. Someday she wants to learn how to do hair and nails. She is working very hard this year in her special school and also enjoys LDS Seminary.
Maggie is 16 and currently is in an inpatient mental health facility. Where her sisters have physical and learning challenges from how they were treated Maggie struggles with mental health issues. She has recently been able to have visits off campus -- the last one being 10 hours with us. Maggie is learning to look towards her future with optimism and hope.
Caitlin is14 1/2. She was only 9 months old when she came to us -- our first "baby". She is now in the 8th grade. Caitlin loves Young Women’s, choir, and art. She is a great big sister and my big helper at home. Caitlin is talking more and more since she began a new seizure medication -- it is so exciting to hear all of her ideas and thoughts.
Sydney will be 12 in two weeks. She is excited to be heading into Young Women’s but sad to leave Achievement Days. Sydney was born with Hypo plastic left heart and was blessed to receive a heart transplant as a newborn at LLUMC. We have an open adoption with her birth family and that has blessed all of our lives.
Jonathan is our sweet 7 year old son. He is going to make the best husband because he will understand everything about women. Jon is a quiet, kind soul who likes to help others, cook, learn and draw. Some of his favorite things are riding his bike, his DS, and watching the cooking channel with me :) . Right now his hero is Bobby Flay!
Zachary is our baby and is 3 1/2 now. He is always in hurry to get things done beginning with his birth. He was due Christmas day 2006 -- I was admitted in active labor to the hospital for good on 24 August 2006. Zachary managed to hold off his big entrance for another month but has been busy ever since. He love to watch Sprout, any kind of truck or train, to color (on paper more than the walls soon I hope), and "be big like Jon".
Charles Is my brave hubby -- who deals with a lot of chaos having four kiddos at home, two cats and our new arrival Buddy the dog. Charles drives truck between SLC and Nor Cal mostly. He plans to find something else to do soon so that he can spend more time at home with us (I'm thrilled!). Charles likes to read, watch educational TV, beat me at poker and teach the kids and dog funny things that drive me nuts!
Angela I'm the Momma. I work full time for an airline -- lets just say my favorite color is BLUE! I spent 4+ years in our Groups department but have recently moved on to CRC (central reservations control). I test out new processes, change passwords, solve problems, create problems and love almost every moment of it. In my limited spare time I love to travel, the beach, taking pictures, being with my hubby and kids and learning new things.
Welcome to our world -- we have our ups and downs and I'm a little to "real" for most people. Stop by and take a look, leave a note if you'd like.
This ends the first of many installments (I hope).
I can't imagine anyone who doesn't know us would read this sorted tale but just in case I should introduce the clan:
Miquela is our eldest -- she will be 21 this year. Miquela came to us when she was 7 years old with her three little sisters. We became their foster parents for just over 3 years until we were able to adopt them. Miquela lives about a mile away from us in a disability home. She is learning how to work in a sheltered environment. She loves to ride her bike, color, watch movies and eat chips.
Sabrina is 17 and also lives in a disability home but a little further away. She loves to clogg, play the piano, and do hair. Someday she wants to learn how to do hair and nails. She is working very hard this year in her special school and also enjoys LDS Seminary.
Maggie is 16 and currently is in an inpatient mental health facility. Where her sisters have physical and learning challenges from how they were treated Maggie struggles with mental health issues. She has recently been able to have visits off campus -- the last one being 10 hours with us. Maggie is learning to look towards her future with optimism and hope.
Caitlin is14 1/2. She was only 9 months old when she came to us -- our first "baby". She is now in the 8th grade. Caitlin loves Young Women’s, choir, and art. She is a great big sister and my big helper at home. Caitlin is talking more and more since she began a new seizure medication -- it is so exciting to hear all of her ideas and thoughts.
Sydney will be 12 in two weeks. She is excited to be heading into Young Women’s but sad to leave Achievement Days. Sydney was born with Hypo plastic left heart and was blessed to receive a heart transplant as a newborn at LLUMC. We have an open adoption with her birth family and that has blessed all of our lives.
Jonathan is our sweet 7 year old son. He is going to make the best husband because he will understand everything about women. Jon is a quiet, kind soul who likes to help others, cook, learn and draw. Some of his favorite things are riding his bike, his DS, and watching the cooking channel with me :) . Right now his hero is Bobby Flay!
Zachary is our baby and is 3 1/2 now. He is always in hurry to get things done beginning with his birth. He was due Christmas day 2006 -- I was admitted in active labor to the hospital for good on 24 August 2006. Zachary managed to hold off his big entrance for another month but has been busy ever since. He love to watch Sprout, any kind of truck or train, to color (on paper more than the walls soon I hope), and "be big like Jon".
Charles Is my brave hubby -- who deals with a lot of chaos having four kiddos at home, two cats and our new arrival Buddy the dog. Charles drives truck between SLC and Nor Cal mostly. He plans to find something else to do soon so that he can spend more time at home with us (I'm thrilled!). Charles likes to read, watch educational TV, beat me at poker and teach the kids and dog funny things that drive me nuts!
Angela I'm the Momma. I work full time for an airline -- lets just say my favorite color is BLUE! I spent 4+ years in our Groups department but have recently moved on to CRC (central reservations control). I test out new processes, change passwords, solve problems, create problems and love almost every moment of it. In my limited spare time I love to travel, the beach, taking pictures, being with my hubby and kids and learning new things.
Welcome to our world -- we have our ups and downs and I'm a little to "real" for most people. Stop by and take a look, leave a note if you'd like.
This ends the first of many installments (I hope).
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