Dad turn a turn for the worse with his pain and we all decided it was time for hospice. He's been moved to an in-patient facility (that is beautiful btw) the's between my brother and I. His wife flew and as did his brother and sister in law.
It won't be long.
We included him in all the decision making and he's fine with it. Surprisingly fine with it. He knows that he's going to die and he's "cool with that"...yes, that's a quote. I feel deep sadness but at the same time incredible relieve that he's accepted this. We are all finding comfort in eachother as we walk these final steps with him.
I did, however, make sure he knew that I expected him to do some friendly haunting of the kids. I reminded him that both Mom and Peter's mom teamed up and looked in on the kids after they passed, so they'd know how to do it. :)
Thank you for your continued love, support and prayers. I promise you, they are being felt!!!
I have no doubt that I will be fine through this. Wanna know why?? Cuz I have the FREAKING. BEST. FAMILY. AND. FRIENDS. A. GIRL. CAN. HAVE!!!
I love you people!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
that time again
to just pray.
or think.
or contemplate.
or meditated.
or send good thoughts.
or speak in tongues like some people say they can.
If you do any of those things, or something else that's like legal n'shit, please do. Cuz the daddy-o isn't good.
Spent the day in the ER with him. He's been here all week and was supposed to leave today. During an initially unrelated conversation with his Oncologist (that's a cancer doctor - and the convo wasn't supposed to be about his travel plans) I was advised to take him to the ER to have him cleared for travel. They ran a boat load of tests and determined that.........wait for it.......it's really freaking sick.
um. hello. we knew this.
So once we convinced the (very well meaning) docs that, no, we were NOT going into surgery for the piss-ant gall stones and that, no, we did NOT expect them to 'fix' him, I think everyone is on the same page. Which is - Get this man well enough to take a stinkin' 2 hour flight without freaking out and trying to open the door to get home while at 30,000 feet. I joke, but only kinda. Bless his heart, he's so confused that this is a possible scenario.
so they admitted him.
They are:
* Pumping him with IV fluids (his really REALLY dehydrated. like the kind of dry that after 5 words your mouth glues shut and your sound well...like your mouth is glued shut. Which, btw, isn't a combination of sounds anyone should have to hear. like ever.)
* Gave him a massive Vitamin K shot (um, what does that do? and what the hell food is Vit K in that I'm not eating but should be? Pretty sure that's not in Beth's brownies or Cold Stone)
* Giving him 2 units of Plasma (cuz he's low on oil I guess. Who knows why...But if you ask him it's because they had to stick him 3 times - well 5 times really till they got it right - and you end up with less blood when they keep drawing it - DUH!)
* and prolly something else that I can't remember cuz I'm freaking dog ass tired. I'll remember the minute I 'publish post'
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway. Pray for us. For my brother, Michael, especially please. He's (admittedly) about to crack. He had dad this week so had to deal with all the crap 24/7 (oh hell I used that phrase. I hate that phrase. Might as well say ASAP, or "andwhatnot" now) I'm doing a tad better but only cuz, well I dunno why. Maybe it's cuz I already spent a week in the fetal position about this. Or maybe cause I'm completely numb and only *think* I'm doing better. Maybe my brother is bloggin right now talking about how close to the edge I am.
okay, we're both ready to crack. So pray for us. And crack a joke if you see us. We could use a laugh.
Love you people. I really really do!!!
or think.
or contemplate.
or meditated.
or send good thoughts.
or speak in tongues like some people say they can.
If you do any of those things, or something else that's like legal n'shit, please do. Cuz the daddy-o isn't good.
Spent the day in the ER with him. He's been here all week and was supposed to leave today. During an initially unrelated conversation with his Oncologist (that's a cancer doctor - and the convo wasn't supposed to be about his travel plans) I was advised to take him to the ER to have him cleared for travel. They ran a boat load of tests and determined that.........wait for it.......it's really freaking sick.
um. hello. we knew this.
So once we convinced the (very well meaning) docs that, no, we were NOT going into surgery for the piss-ant gall stones and that, no, we did NOT expect them to 'fix' him, I think everyone is on the same page. Which is - Get this man well enough to take a stinkin' 2 hour flight without freaking out and trying to open the door to get home while at 30,000 feet. I joke, but only kinda. Bless his heart, he's so confused that this is a possible scenario.
so they admitted him.
They are:
* Pumping him with IV fluids (his really REALLY dehydrated. like the kind of dry that after 5 words your mouth glues shut and your sound well...like your mouth is glued shut. Which, btw, isn't a combination of sounds anyone should have to hear. like ever.)
* Gave him a massive Vitamin K shot (um, what does that do? and what the hell food is Vit K in that I'm not eating but should be? Pretty sure that's not in Beth's brownies or Cold Stone)
* Giving him 2 units of Plasma (cuz he's low on oil I guess. Who knows why...But if you ask him it's because they had to stick him 3 times - well 5 times really till they got it right - and you end up with less blood when they keep drawing it - DUH!)
* and prolly something else that I can't remember cuz I'm freaking dog ass tired. I'll remember the minute I 'publish post'
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway. Pray for us. For my brother, Michael, especially please. He's (admittedly) about to crack. He had dad this week so had to deal with all the crap 24/7 (oh hell I used that phrase. I hate that phrase. Might as well say ASAP, or "andwhatnot" now) I'm doing a tad better but only cuz, well I dunno why. Maybe it's cuz I already spent a week in the fetal position about this. Or maybe cause I'm completely numb and only *think* I'm doing better. Maybe my brother is bloggin right now talking about how close to the edge I am.
okay, we're both ready to crack. So pray for us. And crack a joke if you see us. We could use a laugh.
Love you people. I really really do!!!
Saturday, November 24, 2007
late, as usual.
Was threatened to post...I guess y'all were sick of my phone :) I can't blame ya, phone envy is a bitch.
Anyway, here are 3 of the many, many things I'm thankful for.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, YO!
Anyway, here are 3 of the many, many things I'm thankful for.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, YO!
Monday, November 05, 2007
just a couple things
So here's a couple little things that when added up, well, still add up to pretty much nothing. But what the heck. I'll share.
This is my new phone.
I cried for two days trying to get all the electronic goodness to work the way my old phone worked. But I finally got it and it's got to be one of the coolest things, like, ever.
I made a new phone dangle accessory thing for it last night. No picture of that. I realize that makes this post worthless, I've no choice :) I need to save something for my next list of nothingness.
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This is what keeps me from selling my children to the gypsies.
My kinda of cuteness. I choose to forget that only 10 minutes later they were both running around like insane children.
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Oh yeah, remember
Sarah's GORGEOUS hair? Yeah...say goodbye.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Nothing like a Saturday morning that starts with plunging the toilet only to walk out of the bathroom to this:
Say hello to my little boy.
This was taken later that day, after the 'even out' haircut. I swear to God she loves it. I didn't cry (not cuz I didn't want to, but cuz I figured it really wasn't all that bad - all things considered. Remember, I'd just finish with their stupid toilet) I will admit that I damn near had a panic attack.
And this is as good as it gets :)
Okay, the girl is still dayum cute!!!
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That's it for now. I'll leave you with the the happy little Pez Lamb sayin' goodbye
This is my new phone.
I cried for two days trying to get all the electronic goodness to work the way my old phone worked. But I finally got it and it's got to be one of the coolest things, like, ever.
I made a new phone dangle accessory thing for it last night. No picture of that. I realize that makes this post worthless, I've no choice :) I need to save something for my next list of nothingness.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
This is what keeps me from selling my children to the gypsies.
My kinda of cuteness. I choose to forget that only 10 minutes later they were both running around like insane children.
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Oh yeah, remember
Sarah's GORGEOUS hair? Yeah...say goodbye.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Nothing like a Saturday morning that starts with plunging the toilet only to walk out of the bathroom to this:
Say hello to my little boy.
This was taken later that day, after the 'even out' haircut. I swear to God she loves it. I didn't cry (not cuz I didn't want to, but cuz I figured it really wasn't all that bad - all things considered. Remember, I'd just finish with their stupid toilet) I will admit that I damn near had a panic attack.
And this is as good as it gets :)
Okay, the girl is still dayum cute!!!
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That's it for now. I'll leave you with the the happy little Pez Lamb sayin' goodbye
Friday, November 02, 2007
WOO HOO
It's a new day and I've feeling better. The stresses of the week and been resolved and I'm looking forward to the weekend.
I've been ask to quit bitching and post some picks of the kids. Okay, well, no one bitched about my bitching but I was asked to post the chillins' - so here goes.
No explaination necessary, really. They are just damn cute kids. All dressed up for Halloween. You know the drill.
BLOODY HELL. THEY ARE STILL SIDEWAYS. Well turn your head...cuz I've got to leave and can't fix them right now. SORRY. I suck, I know! They are still rockin' cute - even if you need to see a chiropractor! :)
I've been ask to quit bitching and post some picks of the kids. Okay, well, no one bitched about my bitching but I was asked to post the chillins' - so here goes.
No explaination necessary, really. They are just damn cute kids. All dressed up for Halloween. You know the drill.
BLOODY HELL. THEY ARE STILL SIDEWAYS. Well turn your head...cuz I've got to leave and can't fix them right now. SORRY. I suck, I know! They are still rockin' cute - even if you need to see a chiropractor! :)
Thursday, November 01, 2007
5 more minutes
I only have 5 minutes until this crazy freaking day is over.
THANK GOD!!! between this book, and work, and this book, and life, and the book, and holidays, and work and work and work and work and the book and book and book, I'm 5 minutes from losing my mind.
Good thing I'll be asleep in 5 minutes....
I love you people. You know who you are.
OH!! and day 1 of the neilson thing...yeah...peter was right hahhaaaa
THANK GOD!!! between this book, and work, and this book, and life, and the book, and holidays, and work and work and work and work and the book and book and book, I'm 5 minutes from losing my mind.
Good thing I'll be asleep in 5 minutes....
I love you people. You know who you are.
OH!! and day 1 of the neilson thing...yeah...peter was right hahhaaaa
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