Happy Valentine’s Day! And a Big Happy Birthday to Shawn Patrick, the best Valentine gift I ever received!
Happy Valentine’s Day! And a Big Happy Birthday to Shawn Patrick, the best Valentine gift I ever received!
Happy Monday~ It has been a long weekend here. Cold too. I hope you are all safe and warm.
Friday’s surgery was an all day affair. We finally got back to the OR and of course I asked Dr. White if I could see the tumor. He was very quick to offer to take a picture. Almost gleeful. Aunt Gayle and I posted up it the waiting area right out side the OR with about 50 other people who had not read the memo on NO CHILDREN BEYOND THIS POINT. So I pointed it out to them. For hours I drank tea, listened shamelessly to other people’s conversations and silently judged the ones who had NOT turned their phones off. Well maybe not so silently, but I was stressed.
A few hours in I received a call from Diane in the OR to meet the good doctor in the hall real quick. We were like giddy kids doing something behind our parents back! He had the picture and then took my phone and took one next to a ruler so you all could share in the gory thing he and I decided to call “Da Tumor” in our best Terminator voices.
So for the squeamish or faint of heart, look away!
I sent it to my sister and said, “We had a baby! It’s a boy/girl/mutant!” Actually our Oncologist said he is certain it is not cancerous, although we are waiting on final confirmation from the pathologist. Just a bunch of fat. Which Gayle and I wondered if it had just banded together and formed this long 2 pound ovoid and how could we get our fat to work that out???
The weekend was spent doling out meds. Oxycodone and Tommy don’t really go well together. Lots of throwing up and passing out. Today he is going down to just Motrin and believe it or not he’s going back to work on Wednesday. He has slept a lot and I have read a lot. Plus my mother went home from the hospital on Saturday.
I want to take a minute to say Thank You to all of you who were praying and sending us good thoughts! It means the world to us. After surgery when he could sit up we just clung to each other and prayed and gave thanks and cried and released a ton of weight off of our shoulders.
The up side of this is how seriously he is taking his recovery and drinking SuperFood Smoothies with me and hardly drinking any iced sweet tea. But a lot of herbal tea.
I’m headed to the market as I don’t think he will live on spinach much longer!
Happy Monday and Here is a big hug and kisses for you all!
BRRRR!!! I am not even going to start whining about how cold it is. 47 degrees but it’s a dry cold. WTF? I don’t know, but I feel horrible complaining when my mother is up to her tiny little neck in snow and my sons are in the frozen tundra of -60. Doesn’t mean I won’t complain, but I am aware how lucky we are to have been spared this polar vortex.
We are getting our ducks in a row for surgery next Friday. Thank you for all the well wishes. I think we are getting everything under control. This morning Tommy told me I could toss that pitcher of sweet tea he made last night. “It just tasted funny. I don’t want it anymore.” One more miracle and I’m pretty sure I can be up for sainthood, right??
It was very cold this morning, I had to put on a hoodie over my shorts! Since then I have been snuggled on my office sofa writing reviews and drinking a pot of Gingerbread Tea. Those warming spices make your entire body sigh. I’m finishing up one book and have a stack of Paula Brackston’s books to begin. Just for my own pleasure.
I hope y’all are staying warm if you are in this insane cold. Drink tea, wear socks or just hop in the hot tub and read a book!
It’s a bright and shiny Sunday here. 59 degrees and that sun makes a huge difference in your mood. On days like this I wake up like Cinderella, stretching and waiting for the birds to make my bed. Happy and Content. Today I’m sipping on a good standard, Earl Grey and cleaning up my mess in the craft room.
My friend, Pamela, came over yesterday afternoon for a cup of tea and gossip. Neither one of us knows any so that was a short conversation. She brought me a very large bag from Michael’s Crafts chock full of Valentine supplies and red and pink boas. She always overbuys and I get what is left. So I’ve been busy making heart garlands for the windows and turning boas into wreaths.
I know we are late to the party but we started watching The Crown last night and before we knew it midnight was here! I spent the entire time fact checking on google! I had to promise not to watch the rest today until Tommy gets home. Yes, he is back at work. Which means he’s laying on a bed watching movies at one of the Hyatts.
Interesting conversation in my head last night. I never see babies named Karen. Or Cinderella. With all of the oddball names out there how come no one has picked up on Cinderella or Malificent? Or Karen? What’s the oddest baby name you’ve heard? I have to say mine was when I was helping a fellow teacher with her Kindergarten enrollment day. A mommy came over and told me her daughter’s name was Asshole’. Pronounced ASH-Ole’. When I asked her how she spelled that I realized she had named her kid asshole. I guess it’s all in how you pronounce something.
Tomorrow we will be at the cancer center so fingers crossed Quick trivia question from church….What fruit does the Bible say Eve tempted Adam with? I knew this one. Do you?
Well we made it. Friday morning Tommy’s BP had been acceptable for 10 straight hours. Really good. Like normal people. 124 over 78! We finally found the right cocktail of meds. And I want to thank all of the nurses, especially Debbie at OU. Part of the anxiety and stress is the not knowing. And this beautiful woman shut the door and sat down and explained everything and wrote it down. They released him right after lunch and we headed to the pharmacy and got his new meds and then home for a nap in his own bed and a nice soak in the tub.
He was determined to go to Corbin’s first dance. And we made it. I was working the photo booth and he helped by corralling the props and herding the kids into a somewhat straight line.
The gym looked amazing, the DJ was really good, but the hottest ticket in the gym was the photo booth.
Those three little munchkins are best friends. Last year they were all the same height but as you can see Corbin had a growth spurt, but then we are all tall Viking people here. They danced their hearts out and took tons of pictures together and ate a lot of cookies but when it came time to go, little Alex did not want to take off her party shoes and go to her Grandmother’s house. She started to cry and the boys jumped right in to hug her and console her and offer for her to come with them. On the way out, Corbin said, ” Grandma, Emerson and me are cousins now.” Really? ” Well then it’s okay if he calls me his Grandma too, then?” Uh, no.
I sent his dad a the above picture as he was home with Charli Ava and he wrote back, Good Lord Mom, he looks like a little Amish boy! Actually the boys had to have matching outfits, which were located finally at H & M. Corbin refused to wear the bow tie or boutonniere, as they felt funny on his skin.
We slept like the dead last night and woke up this morning feeling like we had the worst hangover ever! We didn’t realize how tightly we were wound up and I guess we just crashed finally. But everyone is doing well. Monday we meet with the surgeon at the Cancer Center and we’ll go from there. But I had to share Corbin’s first dance with y’all and thank you for all of your thoughts and love and prayers. You are all amazing!
Good Thursday morning! It’s been a very busy week. OU Boy is actually in OUMED at the moment. Yesterday morning his blood pressure was in high stroke range and he was sent to the hospital and was admitted.
It was a long day of tests and switching up blood pressure meds orally and through the IV. They didn’t do it the slow way either so when it crashed so did he. After scans of his entire body and a check on his aorta and kidney function we are wiped out. This morning his pressure was 158 over 98 and that is as low as it has ever been. But then he tried to stand up and boom! Massive headache, dizzy and throwing up.
I’m trying to wrap things up at home right now and find his pajamas.And stuff my bag with tea. They didn’t offer anything but black and I needed the calm of the lavender. It may be a bit before I’m back on here though. They can’t do the tumor surgery until his BP is stable. I am not the best in hospitals. They did give us a lovely gift basket with food and drinks and snacks so I ate almonds yesterday. Tommy couldn’t eat. Then we were wondering does everyone get a gift basket? No. They don’t. We are just nice people and are patient with the nurses, who really do everything.
Since he was unconscious and his legs were spread out I used him as a desk and got work done. The nurses offered to bring me a desk but this way I can watch him and work. Now it’s back to the hospital. Prayers, love and good thoughts are appreciated!
It’s Monday! Some Mellow Yellow here today. Warm Turmeric Tea and all is right with the world. Except this wind. It’s one of those days when I need rocks in my pockets or I’ll end up in Missouri. But the fat yellow sun is shining and of course I had a thought about that.
They say that Chicago is the windiest place, but I disagree. I’ve been to Chicago many times and I’ve seen some wicked wind, but here in Oklahoma its unrelenting. I hate it. Your hair is in your face sticking to your lip gloss. Your grocery cart goes flying across the lot. It’s even worse if you live out at the farm. Dust will always be in your house.
But no matter, that big old sun is still shining! High in the sky doing its job not caring what the other elements are doing. I’m so trying to take that attitude. All day and night we hear of the shutdown and the utter chaos in our part of the world and we can not let that affect our job! Our job is to lift the broken, love the unloveable, care for the sick and poor and keep on shining. Being kind isn’t the same as agreeing with someone. You don’t have to agree to be kind. And if you just toss that stuff all over then at the end of the day you can be proud of yourself and not have to go take a shower to wash off the ugly.
We went to the market this morning. Tommy was not happy but he took a nap and is okay now. Nothing but good and healthy food in the house. I think he’s planning a secret mission to The Garage ( our fave burger joint) as soon as I head for the office! But so far he’s done well. He’s drinking Turmeric Tea and had a cup of English Breakfast this morning. He even ate the salmon patties I made last night. He has never eaten salmon!!
Have yourself a good day and evening. And remember sometimes being kind just means keeping our mouths shut.
Saturday! Well we made it through another week relatively unscathed. It’s been rough and I am not going to lie, I don’t want to go through another week like this one.
I’m really in love with this collage. The red against the snow is so pretty. And I’m trying to make everything pretty today. We have been through a rough time and last night we slept good and hard. I mean the covers weren’t even ruffled! So who knows today I may feel up to eating food instead of just tea.
It’s been raining for days. Not like Noah and the Ark rain, just nice steady, good for the crops rain. Also good for reading and drinking tea, which is all I’ve done. This morning I woke up feeling better and already have Tommy’s chili simmering and a couple of boiled eggs for me.
I think we have gotten to a place of peace with the diagnosis. It has us circling the wagons and making our circle tight and safe. No negative people or thoughts, just us snuggling on the sofa every night holding each other tight and watching movies.
I have some new tea reviews coming next week. All good. I hope your weekend is peaceful and restful. In the meantime, have a good cuppa and some cake. It’s the week-end!
Someone left the door open and a bit of Winter crept in. It was in the 40’s this morning and of course today we met with the Surgeon. Haven’t even had a proper cup of tea yet.
Let me back up for a second. At my eye visit when the tech asked how my vision was and I just shrugged, she pointed out my shoes were on the wrong feet. I asked Tommy before we left is I was okay and he said yes. I was walking in there like I owned the place with shoes on the wrong feet. So this morning I double checked!
Now we wait for our Cardiologist to sign off on the surgery, which he already said he would do, and then find out when Tommy is having surgery. This is the first time any of the doctors have asked him to drop his pants so they could feel the mass. That made me feel better. When he said he’d never done this before,it made me feel worse. But it’s Tommy’s decision in the end and I have to keep my mouth shut. This morning he told me to keep my mouth shut at the appointment. It was so hard I bit my lip and made it bleed. I had questions. Where did you get your medical degree ( a dental school). Where did you practice before? Why did you leave Saudi Arabia? I already knew the answers, but I wasn’t allowed to grill him. So I’m not talking about it anymore.
I just received a call from the patient. He called Dr. Hawkins, the cardiologist, and is getting in to see his Ortho guy at OU. The nurse was livid his blood pressure was 258 over 152 and they released him! Now I feel so much better and I love him so much for listening to my concerns and not wanting to be a guinea pig for the other doctor.
Plus there is a Starbucks at OU. The Baptists don’t even have a cafe’! It all will work out in the end. Now I’m going to brew a pot of Apple Spice Tea and have what Corbin calls second breakfast.
Good Morning! Feeling a bit pink today. I woke up with the most peaceful feeling and I’m running with it! I have a confession to make. I have been doing this weird thing for a week now and I have to say, I love it. If you would have told me I would love it I would have told you to be gone.
Every morning I make my English Breakfast Tea, which is half unsweetened Almond Milk and half tea. Then I plop a half teaspoon of Kerry Gold Butter in there. Yes, I said butter. Real butter and I only use Kerry Gold from Ireland. I stir it up and add a dash of cinnamon and it is smooth and delicious. It sounds gross, but it is not. I even did it with coffee and I love it. Mainly because my tummy loves it.
Tommy’s mass is getting larger but we do have a date with the surgeon this week and I have an eye appointment. The eye appointment I am so looking forward to. After almost 3 years of dealing with the contact lens infection and the transplant and multiple other surgeries I have become dependent on my Corneal Surgeon. And I haven’t seen him in 4 months! That’s a good thing and a bad thing. So we shall see what this year brings for the eye. I’m hoping just the one other surgery and maybe all 11 stitches out.
I dug dip. And I mean deep to find information on the referral surgeon. He received his medical degree at a dental school. Seriously?? But I can’t find anything at all about references or reviews. He’s from Saudi Arabia and other than that he doesn’t seem to exist.
We are actually doing better in the anxiety department. Maybe because we are doing a lot to keep our minds off of this. So far today I have washed all of my windows inside and out, because you know it’s 62 today. I have dinner in the slow cooker. I cleaned all of my ceiling fans, which is dumb because I do it every Monday anyway. I cleaned out the fridge, which was easy as it’s mostly full of wine, Prosecco, milk and tea. And I turned in all of my work that wasn’t due until February! I finished working out already which I am really proud of.
Thank you my dear friend Cynthia for sending me tea! You know just what to do to calm me down. And I appreciate it. My sister cares, but she’s still leaving for Curacao in a few days for the winter and will be busy lying around on the beach with a book and not turning her phone on.
That’s our Sunday so far. How’s yours going?