Sunday, June 28, 2009
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
- A friend brought over fresh, homegrown tomatoes. (Reminds me that real tomatoes, not the imitation mush found in the grocery store or on restaurant salads, have an enormous amount of sweet taste.)
- Friends from another state had Jason's Deli deliver a delicious meal to our home the other night.
- The lady at Curves gave me a nice blue water bottle Friday.
- A friend brought over a bag full of magazines. (Short articles match my presently short attention span.)
- Cards and letters keep filling our mailbox with sweet words and prayers.
- Sunday School members who deliver soup and salads.
- Our pastor who drops by regularly and brought communion last week.
- Gifts left on the front porch with no name.
- People who offer to come do yard work or clean.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Both sets of New Son-in-law's grandparent's live a stone's throw from our house. (Which is a LOT closer then the Young Couple's home two states from here.) They have come to see NS-i-L's grandfather who is battling cancer, and to see D for the first time since his most recent diagnosis. But even with not great news from both sides of the family, we are having a sweet visit. Eating bar-b-que and laughing. Talking and reminiscing. Sharing hugs and smiles and tears. Because that is what families do best.
Please continue to pray for Dave and Charlie. And for more precious visits.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
In the past year and a half, we begun attending some pretty special occasions as our now-adult children are getting married. We always try to get a shot of the five of us at these weddings as evidenced here and here. Three of our combined 17 children married off in just two weddings!
In May, we intended to attend P's oldest daughter's wedding. Plane tickets were purchased, dresses were decided on, and we looked forward to celebrating together once more. Until an emergency arose that left one husband hospitalized and the trip was cancelled.
Plans were made to be sure the picture of all five friends was still shot at the reception. Even if only two friends actually attended. A minor detail, apparently.
Thanks to my oldest daughter for helping make sure the tradition continued. Over the years, our kids have made a lot of fun about the noise their moms make when we are all together. And for our love for all things Barry Manilow. (Oh, sorry. That was just me.)
And thanks to all our children for the happy times we know are ahead through the remaining 13-weddings-to-be.
Who's next? Anybody? Bueller? Anybody?
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Until Young Son left for Costa Rica for his Study Abroad program. You may have noticed, that is a separate country.
I try not to be that hovering parent. He is a senior in college (and loving it so much, apparently, this is his fifth year) and will turn 22 whilst on this journey. The only advice I gave was, "Don't leave things until the last minute. Don't blame others if you didn't do the research to find out the rules and things don't turn out the way you think they should."
Because, my son has been a lawyer in training since he could talk. He always has a perfectly sensible (to him) explanation why things should go the way he thinks they should. Regardless of the rules. (My favorite case was at age seven when we were taking a break from Halloween. "All I want to do is dress up like Fred Flintstone, carry a big club and get free candy! What is not Jesus-y about that?" Well. Can't argue with that reasoning. This was a case he won hands down. Without using that big club.)
But then there are the arguments against established rules like cost of vaccinations to foreign countries, no airplane carry-ons containing large amounts of name brand health and beauty aids not sold in Costa Rica, and having to pay for the privilege to be a volunteer at a rainforest sanctuary. Not saying if those are real examples or not, but let's all agree those are non-negotiable, and will not evoke mom's sympathy if you are feeling mistreated by The Man. Or in this case, El Mano. (High school Spanish, you are so good to me.)
So, Young Son and his Young Girlfriend left for Study Abroad on June 1. They are to spend June helping out at this rainforest sanctuary: http://www.rainsongsanctuary.com/ in Montezuma (as in the "Revenge" that we are all aware of. DON'T DRINK THE WATER, Young Son!) Then they will spend July in classes in San Jose to fulfill that pesky college foreign language requirement.
Thankfully, pre-trip research filled him in on the cost of international cell phone calls. And of the proximity of Internet Cafes. We get regular emails informing us of the beauty of Costa Rica. The cheapness of the delicious food. The monkeys that bite. Now, there's one factoid that could have been edited for Mom's consumption. Because I'm fairly sure that no foreign vaccination, regardless of cost, inoculates against germs found in monkey spit. (My relatively ancient mind remembers the words "Ebola virus", for example. But I digress.)
So, the cautious Mom in me is praying like I have never prayed before for Young Son and Young Girlfriend. Teenage shenanigans? Nothing compared to international travel. But the proud Mom in me? So in awe of the brave and adventurous spirit within these young hearts.
Hope you are having the time of your life, Young Son. But avoid having bananas on your person. Those monkeys needed to be avoided at all cost so you can continue on to more wonderful adventures.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
While my husband was in the hospital last week, I asked my sister and brother-in-law to rearrange our family room. I didn't care where the rest of the furniture went, but I wanted D's lift chair and the recliner side by side so we can talk, be close and hold hands whenever we want to. The rest of the furniture is pushed here and there in spaces it is not meant to occupy.
And smack dab in the middle of the room are our two chairs. They don't match each other or the rest of the room, but they make a perfect island of retreat. Visitors will have to pull in chairs from other rooms.
Feels like an oasis of calm and peace in our world that seems to be tilting these days.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Today I got a card from Syd (and his loyal sidekick/younger brother Ben and parents.)
This is what he wrote (in perfect cursive):
"I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on the earth you will have so many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world." John 16:33
Wow. There is a verse to hang onto during our initiation period to my husband's newest prognosis.
Thanks, Syd, for words of life. No longer my second grader, but now in Middle School. You continue to be The Man.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Because, you know, they have to get all that Christmas merchandise out in time for the summer rush.
My sister has asked me to edit this to add when Hobby Lobby arrests me for continuing to take pictures in their stores, she will not post my bail. She is certain that security has my picture on file since my after-Christmas blog here.
Monday, June 1, 2009
And then I think, "But what would I say? What would I say?"
If you know me, talking is never one of my shortcomings.
I think it is just that I want to say it right. Express my feelings and thoughts carefully so that no one gets sad. Like I could control the feelings of the world. I can't, so maybe I'll just plunge right in like tearing the bandaid off quickly.
We had what seemed like our millionth visit to the oncologist last week. We've been seeing the man through good times and bad for almost seven years. This was a regulary scheduled six month check up that brought news that was not regulary scheduled: D's cancer has returned and is in his lungs. And immediately after telling us this, the doctor's cell phone rang. He left the room to take the call and D and I locked eyes and hands. I can't say this was totally unexpected because we'd had two trips to the hospital in the last two weeks for some complications with the lungs. We took a breath and talked about the questions we had. The doctor answered them when he returned. Time? Six months would be good; twelve months would be better...but no one knows for sure. There is no treatment for the rare sarcoma D has. And hospice is a great option for pain control.
Well. There you have it in black and white. Now what? Tell the kids, tell the family, tell the church. Go see Barry Manilow.
Sounds like a plan to me. Except we are already back in the hospital for a lung surgery that is supposed to allieviate some of the pain. We've been there for 4 days and we are ready to go home.
( And telling on myself: I woke up on my couch/bed in D's hospital room yesterday and peered at the clock on the wall. I accidentally left my contacts in and they felt like they were glued to my eyeballs. I thought the clock said 5:05 a.m., which is about the time I wake up at home to get ready to go teach. I'll just run home and do some laundry I think. I drove home and wondered about the traffic on the road on a Sunday morning. It seemed kind of heavy. When I got home and looked at the clock, I realized it was 1:25 a.m. Darn. Those hands are about the same length on Seton Hospital clocks. And that traffic? Probably everyone heading home for the night from a Saturday night spent at the bars! I guess our world seems upside down in more ways then one.)
So. My hope is to be able to attend the last day of school on Wednesday to say good-bye to my first graders who will be newly-minted second graders. To get my husband home so we can make plans to see the man who "writes the songs that makes the whole world sing". And to rest: body, soul and spirit.
We are at peace. We are at peace.
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