Not like “Halloween” spooky.
But none the less, it’s at least creepy.
My Mom called me yesterday.
“Okay, the gig’s up, give me the picture back.” She said.
“What picture?” I asked.
“Your High School senior picture, the one where Kenny thinks you’re a boy!”
What is she talking about, I thought to myself.
I mean sometimes that woman is just plain off her rocker.
“It’s been gone for a couple of months now,
Don’t you think I haven’t noticed!
Now give it back or I’ll be forced to dig up another one.”
“What ARE you talking about Mother?”
Long, convoluted story short…
Someone ripped off my framed 8x10 senior picture from my Mom’s house!
It’s gone.
All the other’s are in place on top of her wall unit.
I’m M.I.A.!
Creepy.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Wedding Crashers
We were invited to a wedding Saturday evening.
It was the daughter of a big mucky-muck Mike works with and promised to be a fancy affair.
It began at 6, so we got all gussied up and invited another couple over for some pre-wedding cocktails.
We executed our plan with perfection, arriving at the Church at promptly 5:55.
With no time to waste, Pam placed our Wedding cards into the basket on the gift table as I signed the guest book.
As a handsome young usher offered his arm to escort me down the aisle,
Gary caught a glimpse of the crowd already seated.
“I don’t recognize a (bleep-bleep) person here”, he said in his not-so-inside voice.
Heads turned, and smiles quickly changed to looks of suspicion as Gary continued his rant…
“These are the Methodists! We’re in the wrong (bleep-bleep) Church!”
In a split second we had gone from “Respectable Guests” to “Wedding Crashers”.
But after a “not-so-gracious” exit (we feverishly rummaged through the gift card basket to retrieve our wedding cash) and a flurry of phone calls…
We made it to the (right) Church on time!
It was the daughter of a big mucky-muck Mike works with and promised to be a fancy affair.
It began at 6, so we got all gussied up and invited another couple over for some pre-wedding cocktails.
We executed our plan with perfection, arriving at the Church at promptly 5:55.
With no time to waste, Pam placed our Wedding cards into the basket on the gift table as I signed the guest book.
As a handsome young usher offered his arm to escort me down the aisle,
Gary caught a glimpse of the crowd already seated.
“I don’t recognize a (bleep-bleep) person here”, he said in his not-so-inside voice.
Heads turned, and smiles quickly changed to looks of suspicion as Gary continued his rant…
“These are the Methodists! We’re in the wrong (bleep-bleep) Church!”
In a split second we had gone from “Respectable Guests” to “Wedding Crashers”.
But after a “not-so-gracious” exit (we feverishly rummaged through the gift card basket to retrieve our wedding cash) and a flurry of phone calls…
We made it to the (right) Church on time!
This Socks!
“Baby” has mysteriously disappeared.
After 5 glorious days of a sockless living environment,
Baby is gone and the socks are back on attack.
Someone in this house knows where Baby is.
I want her back, or next time…
I’m not going to be so nice as to remove your undies from the picture!
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Independence Day
Today was a toughie.
I knew going into it what I was facing and I had done my best to prepare.
Today was the day that TC was going to tell her doctors that she’s had enough.
No more invasive treatments, no more chemo, no more potassium drips…
No more heroics.
I can’t begin to describe the emotional conflict that was in the room.
A kind and compassionate doctor, who is in the business of saving lives, and an exhausted and frail patient, who has been nothing short of a warrior, respectfully pleading their cases to one another.
He, the healer, wants to try one more chemo-cocktail.
She, the dying, is ready to let go.
For me, it was two hours of unbearable pain.
We all tried so hard to keep it together, to be strong for each other.
But then all of a sudden, there comes a sound.
A sound from the deepest depths of your gut.
It’s like a silent wail is breaking loose.
It gives no warning, it just comes out.
And it scares you.
Because at that moment, you know…you know you are not so strong.
And you wonder.
You wonder how the hell you are going to make it through what lies ahead.
How are you going to guide your children, who love her so much, through?
And the answer came, in the most unexpected place.
Jordan and I had gone out to dinner.
I needed a “pick me up”.
She lifted my spirits, especially when I told her a joke, inadvertently timing the punch line precisely with her next slug of Mr. Pibb.
The soda squirted out of her nose, sending both of us into a fit of giggles and requesting the check.
On our drive home, on a nondescript street, in the middle of the week, directly in front of our car…Fireworks exploded in the sky above us.
Big, professional, 4th of July worthy fireworks!
I pulled the car over and hit the lights.
Jordie and I sat there for fifteen minutes or better and watched the show.
Just then, my cell phone rang.
It was TC.
She was calling, “to check on me”.
All of a sudden…I got it.
TC took back control of her life today.
She’s now calling the shots.
And it is she who will lead us, on the rest of this journey.
I don’t know the real reason for the fireworks display.
But in my mind, it signified one thing.
A new day for TC...
Independence Day.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Yes, I am Weak
Months ago, when we were in corporate housing, Tucker and Ziggy continued to live with my Mom.
This was a good news/bad news scenario.
The bad news?
Mom put all the weight back on Tuckey that I had worked so hard to get off his fat ass.
The good?
She broke him of “Baby”.
“Baby” is Tucker’s red ball.
He actually has three of them.
He is never without one in his big, wet, slobbery mouth.
The problem with “Baby” is that Tucker always wants to play.
He is a Golden Retriever, as Mike always says, “Stuck on retrieve”.
My mother has the patience of Job, so if she couldn’t take “Baby” anymore, then this was some serious shit.
One particularly annoying morning she rounded up all three and put them “away”.
Poor Tuckey, he whined and he cried for days but just like breaking a baby from a binky, Mom stood tough and didn’t give in to his pleas.
Those were trying times.
Once back home, Mike threatened the kids and I within an inch of our lives if we gave Tucker back his “Baby”.
Jordie and Nick were totally on board, as for me…not so much.
And here’s why.
I was the one stuck home with the cry baby all day.
The dog is bad.
He always has something in his mouth and the hamper, he thinks, is his own personal toy box.
Socks are his favorite; I can’t tell you how many socks a day I wrestle out of his nasty-ass mouth.
If it’s not socks, it could be a shirt or someone’s underwear, I’m not kidding, the dog HAS to have something in his mouth at all times.
He has caused us, as a family, many embarrassing moments!
Today…I finally hit my limit.
I had two choices; kill the dog or bring back “Baby”.
As you can see…Tucker is still amongst us.
“Baby” may be annoying…but at least I don’t have to pick her up and wash her, or fold her, or perform CPR on her (yes, Tucker did bring me a barely breathing baby squirrel one time!)
“Pick your battles” the wise always tell us.
Well Mikey will be home tomorrow night…
I’m afraid “Battle” is an understatement.
This just might be full out War.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Home, Home on the Range
Where the deer and the antelope play.
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
I just realized that the 3 Day Walk my friend Mo is participating in next weekend is a camp out!
They walk for 20 miles and then CAMP OUT!
Then they walk another 20 miles the next day and guess what?
They camp out again!
As in “sleep on the ground”!
After a “hard” nights sleep…
They get to walk yet another 20 miles on the final day before going home to their own cozy bed and a well deserved hot bath.
I was already in awe of these ladies and the sacrifice they are making so that we will someday live in a world free of breast cancer.
But camping out?
Wowzer…they’ve just been elevated to rock star status in my book.
Maureen is oh so close to her goal of $2200.
That’s the minimum each participant must raise in order to walk.
If you have a couple of bucks you can spare, please do so here.
Many of you already have and Mo is incredibly grateful.
So next Friday and Saturday nights (Oct 27 & 28), have a glass of wine, soak in the tub and think of Mo and her friend Jennifer, somewhere out there on the great Texas range.
Where God willing… the skies are not cloudy all day.
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
I just realized that the 3 Day Walk my friend Mo is participating in next weekend is a camp out!
They walk for 20 miles and then CAMP OUT!
Then they walk another 20 miles the next day and guess what?
They camp out again!
As in “sleep on the ground”!
After a “hard” nights sleep…
They get to walk yet another 20 miles on the final day before going home to their own cozy bed and a well deserved hot bath.
I was already in awe of these ladies and the sacrifice they are making so that we will someday live in a world free of breast cancer.
But camping out?
Wowzer…they’ve just been elevated to rock star status in my book.
Maureen is oh so close to her goal of $2200.
That’s the minimum each participant must raise in order to walk.
If you have a couple of bucks you can spare, please do so here.
Many of you already have and Mo is incredibly grateful.
So next Friday and Saturday nights (Oct 27 & 28), have a glass of wine, soak in the tub and think of Mo and her friend Jennifer, somewhere out there on the great Texas range.
Where God willing… the skies are not cloudy all day.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Telephone Manners
I called the phone number my neighbor gave me to inquire about a house cleaner.
I was told that “Patrecia” doesn’t speak English very well and that her husband may need to get on the phone.
Being the babbler that I am, my introduction went something like this…
“Hi my name is Chris. Patrecia cleans two of my neighbors homes and comes very highly recommended. Is she available to speak to me regarding cleaning my home as well?”
There was a very personable, older lady on the other end of the phone…
“I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong number dear.”
“Is this 816-216-blah blah blah blah?” I inquired.
“Yes it is but it’s a new listing, I just got this number last week.”
“Oh, I apologize; I’ll scratch it out and won’t bother you again.”
“That’s ok honey, what kind of house cleaner are you?”
(Now that’s funny. Obviously I’m a shitty one lady!)
“No, I’m looking for a house cleaner.” I declare.
“Oh… well I know of a wonderful woman, her name is Laura. She has a real cleaning service with a real name for her company. I can’t recall what it is right now though. I just can’t remember things like I used to.”
Well, I really appreciate that but I have another number for the gal I’m trying to find. If I don’t get hold of her, maybe I can call you back and you’ll remember it by then.”
“Actually” she said, “if you call Edna at the Hyvee on 91st Street, she’s the manager of the meat and cheese trays, Laura works for her a couple of nights a week when the teenagers want a night off. You can call up there, ask for Edna and she can give you Laura’s number.”
At this point I’m looking around my house for a hidden candid camera!
“I’ll be sure and do that Mam and thank you so much for all your help.”
(I’m now so thoroughly confused that I’ve got myself believing I actually sought out her help!)
I didn’t find a hidden camera but I may have found the moral of the story…
Always remember your telephone manners.
You never know when there’s going to be a sweet old lady on the other end who just wants to chat.
And oh yeah, one more thing…
I apparently have way too much time on my hands and should probably clean my own damn house!
I was told that “Patrecia” doesn’t speak English very well and that her husband may need to get on the phone.
Being the babbler that I am, my introduction went something like this…
“Hi my name is Chris. Patrecia cleans two of my neighbors homes and comes very highly recommended. Is she available to speak to me regarding cleaning my home as well?”
There was a very personable, older lady on the other end of the phone…
“I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong number dear.”
“Is this 816-216-blah blah blah blah?” I inquired.
“Yes it is but it’s a new listing, I just got this number last week.”
“Oh, I apologize; I’ll scratch it out and won’t bother you again.”
“That’s ok honey, what kind of house cleaner are you?”
(Now that’s funny. Obviously I’m a shitty one lady!)
“No, I’m looking for a house cleaner.” I declare.
“Oh… well I know of a wonderful woman, her name is Laura. She has a real cleaning service with a real name for her company. I can’t recall what it is right now though. I just can’t remember things like I used to.”
Well, I really appreciate that but I have another number for the gal I’m trying to find. If I don’t get hold of her, maybe I can call you back and you’ll remember it by then.”
“Actually” she said, “if you call Edna at the Hyvee on 91st Street, she’s the manager of the meat and cheese trays, Laura works for her a couple of nights a week when the teenagers want a night off. You can call up there, ask for Edna and she can give you Laura’s number.”
At this point I’m looking around my house for a hidden candid camera!
“I’ll be sure and do that Mam and thank you so much for all your help.”
(I’m now so thoroughly confused that I’ve got myself believing I actually sought out her help!)
I didn’t find a hidden camera but I may have found the moral of the story…
Always remember your telephone manners.
You never know when there’s going to be a sweet old lady on the other end who just wants to chat.
And oh yeah, one more thing…
I apparently have way too much time on my hands and should probably clean my own damn house!
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Little Boys Pockets
There are only two things that will entice me to do laundry.
One is the cash I find…
Some day’s it’ almost like getting a paycheck!
But mostly I love to wash Nick’s clothes.
It is always a hoot to find his loot.
Today’s treasure included two Witches fingers, a flying light-up disc and enough change for a diet coke.
Sometimes I grumble about it aloud; An Airsoft pellet will no doubt eventually wreak havoc on my washing machine.
But mostly I just giggle, roll my eyes and try with all my might to embed that moment into my memory.
I want to always remember when he was just a little boy.
One who believed he had the whole world in his pocket.
Monday, October 9, 2006
Family Time
It happens every weekend.
Usually on Sunday, but Saturdays aren’t off limits.
Mike will give us a few hours notice.
But when he announces “Family Time”,
we all come running.
This is a special time for the four of us.
No friends allowed, and none of us get to squirm out of it.
The kids and I don’t have any say in where we’re going,
It doesn’t even occur to us anymore to try.
Mike’s in charge of this ride, and he’s good at it.
It almost always starts out the same way.
Mike and Jordie jump in the truck instantly, eager to get going.
Nick moseys along at his own pace gathering up sketch pads and pencils to draw on for the ride.
It never fails that the horn is honking in the driveway as I scurry around letting the dogs out, turning off lights, the TV and coffee pot.
When I do finally open the car door to get in, it’s always the same thing.
“What took you so long Mom?” and I bite my lip and chuckle to myself wondering what they would do without me!
If Mike says to me “You better get a hat”, that’s code for “the windows are going to be down on this trip.”
And away we go.
Some days we head to the city and marvel at the old architecture while exciting new structures are being built around them, creating a buzz this city hasn’t had in years.
We love to watch the progress and in some small way feel a part of it.
But most rides, like yesterday, we’re country bound.
These are some of our best moments as a family.
We reconnect in a time when we are all being pulled in different directions.
Mike will tell us stories from his youth having grown up a Nebraska farm boy.
My memories tend to flow more easily when we’re in the city.
Jordie and Nick really open up on these trips.
We can and do talk about anything.
We “Moo” at the cows and “Bah” at the sheep.
We stop and take pictures of really cool old barns.
We laugh, we sing along to the radio at the top of our lungs and we never cross a set of railroad tracks without lifting up our feet.
“Pick up your feet, we need the luck” one, if not all of us always hollers.
We take turns sharing our concerns and what we’re grateful for.
We solve a lot of problems and keep little nuances from becoming bigger.
We spend a lot of time talking openly about TC, and a future without her.
Nick said yesterday that he misses Aunt Toby.
I didn’t know that and it touched my heart.
I miss her too.
But mostly, we just have a good time.
And when it’s over,
It’s an amazing transition back to reality.
The kids can’t even get out of the car without challenging each other...
Who can get into the house first,
Which one will get to the TV first,
“Mom he cheated, well she hit me”…
But for those few hours in the car,
All was right in our little world.
It was Family Time.
Usually on Sunday, but Saturdays aren’t off limits.
Mike will give us a few hours notice.
But when he announces “Family Time”,
we all come running.
This is a special time for the four of us.
No friends allowed, and none of us get to squirm out of it.
The kids and I don’t have any say in where we’re going,
It doesn’t even occur to us anymore to try.
Mike’s in charge of this ride, and he’s good at it.
It almost always starts out the same way.
Mike and Jordie jump in the truck instantly, eager to get going.
Nick moseys along at his own pace gathering up sketch pads and pencils to draw on for the ride.
It never fails that the horn is honking in the driveway as I scurry around letting the dogs out, turning off lights, the TV and coffee pot.
When I do finally open the car door to get in, it’s always the same thing.
“What took you so long Mom?” and I bite my lip and chuckle to myself wondering what they would do without me!
If Mike says to me “You better get a hat”, that’s code for “the windows are going to be down on this trip.”
And away we go.
Some days we head to the city and marvel at the old architecture while exciting new structures are being built around them, creating a buzz this city hasn’t had in years.
We love to watch the progress and in some small way feel a part of it.
But most rides, like yesterday, we’re country bound.
These are some of our best moments as a family.
We reconnect in a time when we are all being pulled in different directions.
Mike will tell us stories from his youth having grown up a Nebraska farm boy.
My memories tend to flow more easily when we’re in the city.
Jordie and Nick really open up on these trips.
We can and do talk about anything.
We “Moo” at the cows and “Bah” at the sheep.
We stop and take pictures of really cool old barns.
We laugh, we sing along to the radio at the top of our lungs and we never cross a set of railroad tracks without lifting up our feet.
“Pick up your feet, we need the luck” one, if not all of us always hollers.
We take turns sharing our concerns and what we’re grateful for.
We solve a lot of problems and keep little nuances from becoming bigger.
We spend a lot of time talking openly about TC, and a future without her.
Nick said yesterday that he misses Aunt Toby.
I didn’t know that and it touched my heart.
I miss her too.
But mostly, we just have a good time.
And when it’s over,
It’s an amazing transition back to reality.
The kids can’t even get out of the car without challenging each other...
Who can get into the house first,
Which one will get to the TV first,
“Mom he cheated, well she hit me”…
But for those few hours in the car,
All was right in our little world.
It was Family Time.
Thursday, October 5, 2006
My friend Mo
If you’re lucky, (like me), you’ve got one or two people in your life that really make a difference.
Unbeknownst to them, they make you kick it up a notch.
By their actions alone, they make you want to be a better person.
My friend Maureen is that special person in my life.
Mo’s legacy will be her good deeds; all done for the love of and loyalty to her friends, family and above all else, God.
I have a gazillion examples of Mo’s good influence on me,
But today I would like to share just one.
I received the following letter in the mail a couple of months ago.
(Another good trait of hers, proper planning!)
I was so touched by it that quite honestly I had to put it aside for a while.
Her letter, in all of its goodness, actually pained me.
I think it was the reality of just having lost Dini to cancer,
And the prospect of a future without TC in it.
But as I read over the letter again today,
I didn’t feel the pain,
I felt the promise.
My thoughts turned to Bobbie, Maureen’s mother-in-law, someone I too love very much.
Bobbie is a Breast Cancer Survivor.
And what Maureen is doing on the 27th of this month,
Is to help ensure that someday soon, every person ever diagnosed with breast cancer will be a survivor like Bobbie.
Mo’s beautifully written letter is below.
She is much too much a lady to have asked me to share it on my blog.
She would not want the fanfare,
But that’s the cost of being friends with a loudmouth like me!
Please read on.
Dear Family and Friends,
I am writing to you with a special opportunity to support a cause that I have a heart for and I believe you do too. On October 27-29, I am going to participate in the Dallas/Ft. Worth Breast Cancer 3-Day Walk. In 3 days, my sorority sister, Jennifer and I will walk 60 miles and hopefully raise thousands of dollars to help find a cure for breast cancer.
Over the last few years, breast cancer has directly effected many of the people that I care deeply for. I praise God that my mother-in-law Bobbie is a breast cancer survivor and for her I will walk with a special spring in my step. However, a dear friend’s sister is currently fighting the painful battle and for TC I will walk with extra determination. I will walk with respect for the dear ladies like Mrs. Fosness, Cheryl and Claire for whom we had not found a cure in time. I will walk with joy because I can walk and because as most you know I love to walk. When those I care about are hurting or know someone that is hurting I long to help. That is sometimes difficult so I will walk to help in some way.
I am asking that you will prayerfully consider supporting me financially in this effort. In order to participate, I must raise a minimum of $2200 by October 27th. With your help, I am confidant that I can accomplish such a lofty goal. I have enclosed a donation form that includes all the necessary information to contribute and apply it to my account. You may make a donation online at www.The3Day.org or by mail. (Please include my name and Supporter ID number when contributing, it is Maureen Gustafson, 124660958 and I am walking in Dallas/Ft. Worth on Oct. 27-29) Donations need to go directly to the 3Day office for proper recording.
Mathew 11:28-30 says “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest…For My yoke is easy and My burden is light” Max Lucado summarizes this verse this way, “Jesus is saying, “I will walk alongside you. We are yoked together. But I pull the weight and carry the burden.”
It is my desire to help pull a little weight in finding a cure. Your support will mean the world to so many ladies and their precious families. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to contact me at maureengus@comcast.net
With love and appreciation,
Maureen
There is nothing more I can add here except this:
Mo…
I love you.
I thank you,
And I miss you!
cb
Unbeknownst to them, they make you kick it up a notch.
By their actions alone, they make you want to be a better person.
My friend Maureen is that special person in my life.
Mo’s legacy will be her good deeds; all done for the love of and loyalty to her friends, family and above all else, God.
I have a gazillion examples of Mo’s good influence on me,
But today I would like to share just one.
I received the following letter in the mail a couple of months ago.
(Another good trait of hers, proper planning!)
I was so touched by it that quite honestly I had to put it aside for a while.
Her letter, in all of its goodness, actually pained me.
I think it was the reality of just having lost Dini to cancer,
And the prospect of a future without TC in it.
But as I read over the letter again today,
I didn’t feel the pain,
I felt the promise.
My thoughts turned to Bobbie, Maureen’s mother-in-law, someone I too love very much.
Bobbie is a Breast Cancer Survivor.
And what Maureen is doing on the 27th of this month,
Is to help ensure that someday soon, every person ever diagnosed with breast cancer will be a survivor like Bobbie.
Mo’s beautifully written letter is below.
She is much too much a lady to have asked me to share it on my blog.
She would not want the fanfare,
But that’s the cost of being friends with a loudmouth like me!
Please read on.
Dear Family and Friends,
I am writing to you with a special opportunity to support a cause that I have a heart for and I believe you do too. On October 27-29, I am going to participate in the Dallas/Ft. Worth Breast Cancer 3-Day Walk. In 3 days, my sorority sister, Jennifer and I will walk 60 miles and hopefully raise thousands of dollars to help find a cure for breast cancer.
Over the last few years, breast cancer has directly effected many of the people that I care deeply for. I praise God that my mother-in-law Bobbie is a breast cancer survivor and for her I will walk with a special spring in my step. However, a dear friend’s sister is currently fighting the painful battle and for TC I will walk with extra determination. I will walk with respect for the dear ladies like Mrs. Fosness, Cheryl and Claire for whom we had not found a cure in time. I will walk with joy because I can walk and because as most you know I love to walk. When those I care about are hurting or know someone that is hurting I long to help. That is sometimes difficult so I will walk to help in some way.
I am asking that you will prayerfully consider supporting me financially in this effort. In order to participate, I must raise a minimum of $2200 by October 27th. With your help, I am confidant that I can accomplish such a lofty goal. I have enclosed a donation form that includes all the necessary information to contribute and apply it to my account. You may make a donation online at www.The3Day.org or by mail. (Please include my name and Supporter ID number when contributing, it is Maureen Gustafson, 124660958 and I am walking in Dallas/Ft. Worth on Oct. 27-29) Donations need to go directly to the 3Day office for proper recording.
Mathew 11:28-30 says “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest…For My yoke is easy and My burden is light” Max Lucado summarizes this verse this way, “Jesus is saying, “I will walk alongside you. We are yoked together. But I pull the weight and carry the burden.”
It is my desire to help pull a little weight in finding a cure. Your support will mean the world to so many ladies and their precious families. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to contact me at maureengus@comcast.net
With love and appreciation,
Maureen
There is nothing more I can add here except this:
Mo…
I love you.
I thank you,
And I miss you!
cb
TC
Some days (weeks) just aren’t as fun as others.
This is one of those weeks.
TC was admitted to KU Hospital on Monday.
It took a lot of convincing to get her there,
She’s always fearful that if she goes,
She may not be coming back home.
It’s very, very scary for her.
It’s scary for all of us.
She has an infection.
Words you never want to hear about someone whose immune system has been so compromised.
The Doctor’s think they caught it in time.
They’re growing a culture now to decide how best to treat it.
She’s also very anemic.
They have started blood transfusions which promise to reverse the feelings of exhaustion she’s been battling.
We look forward to those kicking in and pray they do the trick.
The hospital is actually the last place the doctors want TC to be.
Their goal is to figure out which drug will best kill the infection,
Then send her home with an intravenous pump where she can rest comfortably in a safe, germ-free environment.
(Obviously she won’t be coming to my house!)
So please, say a special prayer for TC today,
Her spirits are very low; we’ve yet to find a magic pill for that.
Our good thoughts and prayers are really all she’s got.
Thank you.
This is one of those weeks.
TC was admitted to KU Hospital on Monday.
It took a lot of convincing to get her there,
She’s always fearful that if she goes,
She may not be coming back home.
It’s very, very scary for her.
It’s scary for all of us.
She has an infection.
Words you never want to hear about someone whose immune system has been so compromised.
The Doctor’s think they caught it in time.
They’re growing a culture now to decide how best to treat it.
She’s also very anemic.
They have started blood transfusions which promise to reverse the feelings of exhaustion she’s been battling.
We look forward to those kicking in and pray they do the trick.
The hospital is actually the last place the doctors want TC to be.
Their goal is to figure out which drug will best kill the infection,
Then send her home with an intravenous pump where she can rest comfortably in a safe, germ-free environment.
(Obviously she won’t be coming to my house!)
So please, say a special prayer for TC today,
Her spirits are very low; we’ve yet to find a magic pill for that.
Our good thoughts and prayers are really all she’s got.
Thank you.
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