October 30, 2012
Halloween Blues
October 29, 2012
Whats Cooking?
I never really left, but I have been so uninspired lately. Making the same "safe" recipes over and over. And the guys are no help. When I ask for dinner ideas, I get suggestions like "cereal" "macaroni" and "spaghetti." Can you guess who says what?
This week I decided to keep it simple so that there was more time to enjoy the holiday. David has Friday off so I am making the Italian Chicken on Thursday. I figure that way I don't have make extra for him to take to work the following day. Just in case. Here is what we have lined up.
Monday- Meatloaf, scalloped potatoes and broccoli
Tuesday- Roast chicken, stuffing and corn
Wednesday- Burritos
Thursday- Italian Chicken on angel hair and salad
Friday- Pork chops, green beans and most likely rice.
That's it. Pretty simple right? Breakfast is usually toast and eggs or cereal. Lunch is leftovers or sandwiches. The stuffing and green beans are both testers for Thanksgiving. Looks like its going to be an epic one, so I want to make sure I have lots of yummy goodness. What are your Thanksgiving "must haves?" What are you cooking this week?
October 24, 2012
Results may vary...
October 19, 2012
Anthony and the Liver
October 18, 2012
World...meet shoulders.
I tried my best to explain it to him. I've been thinking about the last conversation I had with my dad lately. Trying to find the hidden message somewhere in it. What was he trying to say when he told me I would know what to do. That I always knew what to do. Because I am missing something. Something big. It feels like all the worries he had and shared with me during that last phone call have been put upon my shoulders and I am stumbling under the weight. I am trying to do right by him and I am trying to keep the things he was worried about from happening. But I cant help someone who doesn't want to be helped. I can't keep giving advice to someone who won't listen. I can't apologize for the lies that people tell about me. And I can't fix other peoples mistakes. He only told me things he said he knew I could handle. And I know he confided in me not to make my load any heavier, but because that's what we did for each other. I loved that I could always count on him to be my voice of reason and that I could be the same for him. So why am I struggling with this now.
Some days my head tells me to just dump it all. My heart tells me something different. Instead I take this load and I carry it with me. I know more than I should. I've seen more than I needed to. And I have heard more than I wanted to. I would gladly take their worries and pains too. I don't know any other way. Neither did he. I am my fathers daughter.
One thing I do know is that it will get better. I need to get my head on straight. Focus on the possible not the impossible. This weekend is going to be extra fun. Davids work is having a company picnic On a ranch out in the hill country. Fishing, boat rides, long horns and lots of fun. I'm taking my camera. Im just excited to get out. But a little nervous being around so many people that I don't know all to well. Wishing you all have wonderful weekend. Much love.
October 15, 2012
2 in heaven. 2 on earth.
I remember looking into Davids eyes and telling him something was wrong. Everything was wrong. I was just a senior is high school A month away from graduation. And our little secret was about to be told. For months we had been trying to plan the rest of our lives. I was already planning on moving to my moms in FL. He was going to join the military. Every night before he would leave, he would rub my growing belly and tell our baby that he loved him no matter what. We knew we were young. We knew we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. But we had to keep the secret at least till we left home. A week before prom, it started. The cramping. Then the bleeding. I put on a smile and we made it to my Senior Prom. We stayed just long enough to have one dance. The song? I wanna love you forever. We went home that night and I told my dad that I needed to go to the hospital. After a D&C, a blood transfusion and a 2 night stay, David picked me up and took me home. That night we walked the island feeling like we had just lost everything. Crying. So empty. For 4 months we
A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses his wife is a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. But there is no word for a parent who loses a child, that's how awful the loss is -Neugeboren, 1976
October 14, 2012
Donate Life Walk 2012
Before we started we were standing around taking in the huge turnout. People come out with their dogs, huge teams with matching shirts and some with banners and signs. David said it seemed like everyone was walking for someone who had passed away and pointed out that we seemed like the odd man out. Its true, there were huge posters up where you were asked to write the reason you were there and most were in memory of a people who donated. But I heard a few others talking about how transplant saved them or their loved ones. Its amazing to see so many people come together to support something so important. David also pointed out that its not nearly as well known as it should be. When you say awareness bands and runs, most people think of Livestrong and Susan G Komen. But what about us? What about the 116,056 people (as of today 1:32pm) waiting for a miracle? The truth is, so many people just don't know about organ donation and what little they do know is incorrect. And that is why we show up and walk and share our stories to anyone who will listen. We educate those who don't know. We share hope with those that are waiting and we give thanks to those who have or are willing to be donors!
Thank you to those that donated and an extra big hug and thanks to Team Hope. Knowing that I have people who are willing to walk with me though this journey make it that much easier. It makes me that much stronger and fills me with hope. It also reminds me to share more with you all about my condition, about being a donor and about raising awareness.
Whats your story? Are you an organ donor? Do you know anyone who was or who has had a transplant? If you are not, what is stopping you?
October 9, 2012
Hello Friends! Welcome to my bubble...
If I had to pick one word to explain how life on the liver transplant is for me, today I would pick {Lonely}. Again, I love my boys and my family. But I forgot how good it feels to have adult friends. And talk about big kid stuff.
I found out I was sick not long after we moved to Texas. So not only did I have the disadvantage of not knowing anyone, now they were telling me I wasn't allowed to go anywhere! I remember when Anthony started school and I would walk him to class every day. It was so refreshing just to get out and see that there were in fact other people out there. I met a few of the moms and we would catch up when we picked our kids up at the end of the day. And hang out at a few of the birthday parties. But they all lived in other neighborhoods and since I was stuck here, it was few and far in between that we would get to talk. And when my illness got in the way of our plans eventually people stopped calling. It happens and I can understand why. That is why socializing is mostly limited to my computer and text messages. Call me and chances are you wont hear me over these boys! Fair warning.
This year, I made a point to be more social. I've made friends with a few of the moms here now. Some are more social than others. Its hard putting myself out there, knowing that I will have to turn down invitations and stuff because I am to sick or cant go. I hate being a one sided friend. But there isn't much I can do. Ladies nights out, sorry, not only don't I drink, but I cant even offer to be the designated driver. Play dates at the park? I will have to bring my MIL or Mom with me because I cant drive. Or I am not well enough to go. Morning walks? Maybe, but I will have to skip my meds that day because they make me so sick I have to stay close to
But having a few ladies close to home who understand and don't judge. Who get my sarcasm and my parenting views. Who aren't always on the go and understand why I can't just jump up and go...its so nice! Its hard hearing about all the fun things other moms are doing. I enjoy hearing the stories about all the places they go and the things they do though. I know that someday I will have the chance, but for now, life is pretty low key. And that's OK too!
I went from living on a super social island where I knew everyone, to working at Disney world where I met people from everywhere. Going out, having parties, going to the movies and just hanging out. And then all of a sudden I was cut off and stuck at home. Some days its almost like being stranded in a bubble and I'm watching the world go on around me. Without me. My door however is always open and y'all are more than welcome to stop in and say hi! Take your shoes off and stay a while!
October 8, 2012
Here we go again.
It's never going to get easier will it? If its this nerve racking now, before my transplant, I can only imagine after. The actual process is easier. I know what to expect. I know the team who will be talking me through it. And I know that feeling of "warmth" that comes when they run the contrast through my veins. But still here I am the night before. Hungry, thirsty and nervous.
I'm not sure what number this is. I know I've hit double digits now. My guess would be that this will be my 14th or 15th MRI in the past 4 years. A bit much if you ask me, but since Alex was born I've stuck to a pretty strict schedule of every 3 months. Although I went 6 months this time. Maybe that's why I'm such a mess tonight. My routine got all messed up. Yeah! That's it.
Shower, check. Jewelry off, check. Clothes laid out, check. Water on my nightstand...nope. God I'm so thirsty. I know! I'll just brush my teeth again. My mouth is that dry! No, I'll just close my eyes and get some rest. Can't be falling asleep in the tube...again!
October 1, 2012
Must be Monday
Melisa got home at midnight. I got up to let her in. Anthony busted the door down at 2 to let me know he drank all his water and was taking mine. At 3am, he came back to use my bathroom after walking right past his to come to my room. 4 am I was up after a run in with Alexanders foot left me with a bloody nose. Shortly after 5 Anthony crawled in bed and I was to tired to send him back to his own. My alarm went off at 5:45.
The school bus usually comes around the corner by 7. By 7:20 I had to run home and throw up. Although I told the other mom I had to make Davids lunch. Which was partially true. I did need to make it, but figured I would when I got back from checking the bus stop again. When I left the house again, she was walking back with her daughter, Anthony and 4 other girls. Their parents had all left for work already and they had no way of getting to school. So we walked. Two moms and 6 kids. 2.5 miles there and back again. Thankfully the kids were pretty excited about it. Hopefully their parents are ok with it. We figured it was better than sending them home alone or driving them.
I never did make Davids lunch...