Wednesday, June 27, 2012

We All Live With a Yellow Submarine

My Marine son, his two sons, and I were discussing what the boys wanted to be when they grew up. Kaden, who I call my little scientist, is a brilliant little boy who truly is smart enough to make a brilliant scientist some day.

Zac, who previously told me he wanted to be a cop, has changed his mind. He now says he wants to be a submarine, just like his daddy. 

Close, Zac,

Before dinner tonight, when I was telling him that we were going to go out to eat, Zac said he didn't want to go out to eat. When I told him that he needed nutrients so he could grow up, he said he didn't want to grow up. 

"Do you want to stay this size forever?" I asked him.



"Because if I be a grownup, I won't have a dad anymore."

I didn't quite follow his logic, but I told him, "You'll always have your Daddy, Zac. Always."

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Portrait of a Baby Sister

Audrey drew a picture of her baby sister, Avery. She told me she wanted the picture so she would always remember what Avery looked like that day.

Great job, Audrey!

Monday, June 18, 2012

Don't Hurt His Peanuts

Today I am caring for Audrey, Nolan, and Avery. Audrey, Nolan, and I were lying on the floor trying to think of names that begin with each letter of the alphabet. Nolan got bored by the time we got to G and started playing.

After we finished the entire alphabet, drawing on a lot of our family names, since we have so many members, Audrey and I were still lying on the floor when Nolan decided he was going to jump on Audrey's bent knees and land on them.

At the last minute, however, she noticed him flying toward his face, so she raised her legs and caught him in what he used to refer to as his pirate parts (click the link). 

He leapt off her and said, "You hurt my peanuts! Don't hurt my peanuts!" 

That must be the child version of man nuts. 

Future Dad – Kids are Expensive

My son came in from Virginia the other day and while he, his two sons,  my oldest daughter, and I were eating dinner, Kaden asked about marriage and having kids. He said he wanted kids.

Curious, I asked Kaden, "How many kids do you want?"

"One or two," he nodded as if he was quite sure those were the numbers.

"Yeah," his dad agreed, thinking that any more than two would be costly, "kids are expensive."

Immediately Kaden responded, "Well, yeah, if you BUY them."

Oh, how I love our conversations!

Saturday, June 9, 2012

The Clone Blog II

Health issues necessitate me writing another one of my clone blogs. Those issues are numerous. Final diagnoses: Pneumonitis; multiple right lung nodules, likely benign, but with no comparison cannot exclude neoplasm; left kidney upper pole low-attenuation exophytic lesion, likely a hyperdense cyst. Must follow up with CT scan in 3 months to compare.

So here I am, at home. Completely exhausted. Everything I do tires me. But I still suffer from insomnia (some things never change), so the night before last while I was awake for several hours, I had a bowl of cereal and watched a movie. The following morning I awoke at 8 a.m. (very late for me), made myself a breakfast smoothie, then became so overwhelmingly tired, I had to rest on the couch where I fell into a coma for several minutes.

I have to admit, I'm a little overwhelmed by what has been happening lately. I think I handled the breast cancer problem quite well. I've always said that nothing scares me more than not breathing. But while still dealing with the lung problem and continuing to take all my asthma and cancer meds, I've had to assimilate what occurred at my oncologist's office the day before yesterday.

During a routine mammogram, something "suspicious" showed up on the breast where I didn't have breast cancer. Whoa! Really? I decided right there that if I have breast cancer again, I'm NOT going through chemo and radiation again. The surgeon who cut out my tumor left a gigantic scar that deformed my right breast. If I have to go through that again, I'm having a double mastectomy.

And the CAT scan I had on my lungs while I was hospitalized showed some sort of growth on my kidneys. My kidneys? Are you serious? And then I remembered this lump that had been on my lower back for the past couple of years. I had asked a doctor what she thought about it, and she thought nothing of it, so I let it go. But now I know that the lump is probably the growth that showed up on the CAT scan. 

So all of these new conditions were found quite by accident but they require me to get another mammogram next week and a CAT scan on my kidneys next week too. 

In addition to those visits, I'm supposed to return to my new GP (who started this whole thing rolling by admitting me – thank you, Dr. Gowda – I'm not being sarcastic – if not for his quick appraisal of my breathing problems, I don't know how quickly my condition would have deteriorated). As a result of all of those tests and doctor visits, I think I'll hold off on seeing the pulmonary doctor again until after I return from Virginia the beginning of July.

If you know me, you will know this is killing me. I can't write for long periods of time, I can't crochet for long periods of time, and I can't do anything that requires physical effort without becoming completely exhausted. I suffer from dizziness and lightheadedness, which, I've discovered may be a result of my persistent low potassium count. The infection still rages in my lungs and if I could just get rid of that one thing, I know I would feel so much better.

So yes, to save myself from even more exhaustion, I have cloned this blog, which appears in all of the following blogs: