Saturday, January 27, 2007

byu beat air force

I just came home from an incredibly exciting game!
BYU ranked Air Force (who is ranked 13th in the nation and 1st in our conference)
i have never seen so many people at a BYU game. they said we had the most people since march 2004.
and i got to eat dippin' dots. i love those. they're amazing.
i would waste all of my money on those frozen melting drops of goodness and delight

Sunday, January 21, 2007

dad's progress

People have been asking about how my dad is doing. Here it is in his own words. :)

The absolute coolest thing happened on Thursday this week. I was eating something (besides a raw vegetable) and it tasted good. Man oh man, that was the beginning. I am so happy to report that a number of foods are really starting to kick back in again. Yes!!! Seriously, a week and a half ago I opened a root beer and took a sip, closed it up, tried a few days later and so. Well that soda hadn't lowered more than a hair but let me tell ya, last night I polished off the whole bottle. I'm talking a 12 ounce here, might have even been 16. Anyway it is pretty fun to start liking a number of things again.

I went into see my radiologist on Wednesday and she is pleased with how I'm doing, I guess in about 5% of cases there can be complications with the skin or inside of the mouth, but I seem to have escaped this. On Friday I was down at the UofM for my follow-up and he was also pleased. I will go back in two months for my first post-op MRI and those will become an annual event. He indicated that he would want to see me on a three month basis for physical exams. Things I was told: most recurrent cancer is found by the patient, so I'm supposed to start poking my face every day. He knew that my inclination was not to touch it because it's sensitive (still hurts a bit) and it feels messed up as in scar tissue... Anyway I'm supposed to teach my fingers what the new side of my face feels like as this will help me notice if something does start to change. If recurrence happens, it will be expected on the nerve, that's what acynic cell likes and that is where the scrapping occured. This means that one day I might start feeling stuff which I'm to ignore if it's just a twinge or if it only lasts a couple days but if it continues for over two weeks I'm to call. The left side of my tongue will likely always have a bit of a metallic taste to it. He told me that I would have dramatic improvement in taste, boy was he a prophet there. Think about it, everything tastes gross and suddenly it tastes awesome again. Man.

Many women complain of morning sickness and how awful this time is, I find it interesting thought that months later when there eating and everything tastes great again that there not more excited about this, must be because there all caught up with how cool new borns are that they don't think about how great food tastes again.

Anyway, things are great with the doctors. Oh did I mention weight. On a real scale like at the doctors office I'm at 189, this is compared to the 204 at the doctors office when I started my treatments. So, officially down 14 pounds. This is of course fully dressed so adjust for clothes we're talking about 185, in my prime at Purdue I was just under 170, so we are in striking range of real fit here, now if I could just get my butt (Vic reports that my butt sags, no one wants to hear this I know, I think it may just be psychological manipulation to get me working more and off the couch) out running we could really be bragging.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

So... I just wanted to sign in so I could write a comment on my brother's blog and now all of a sudden, I have my own.
So I don't really have much to say.

I had a soccer game today. I played well. We tied 3-3. We could have avoided that if we had left our goalie in goal instead of putting the person who scored our first goal and had an assist for our second in the goal. Oh well, things like that happen when you have no coach.

There might be some drama. We were supposed to have a team through our ward (church congregation), but there are a limited amount of teams allowed so my team is on the waiting list. One of my co-workers had a team and invited my husband and to join hers. So we did. Now a bunch of people from my church want to join my other team, and I'm not sure how to diplomatically choose who to bring over.

Oh well.
It will probably all work out and I'm stressing over nothing! :)

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

because she is a mother

Jeffrey R. Holland, “Because She Is a Mother,” Ensign, May 1997, 35
There are some lines attributed to Victor Hugo which read:

“She broke the bread into two fragments and gave them to her children, who ate with eagerness. ‘She hath kept none for herself,’ grumbled the sergeant.

“ ‘Because she is not hungry,’ said a soldier.

“ ‘No,’ said the sergeant, ‘because she is a mother.’ ”

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Trust Jesus

(Jeffrey R. Holland, “Look to God and Live,” Ensign, Nov. 1993)

Katie Lewis is my neighbor. Her father, Randy, is my bishop; her mother, Melanie, is a saint. And her older brother, Jimmie, is battling leukemia.

Sister Lewis recently recounted for me the unspeakable fear and grief that came to their family when Jimmie’s illness was diagnosed. She spoke of the tears and the waves of sorrow that any mother would experience with a prognosis as grim as Jimmie’s was. But like the faithful Latter-day Saints they are, the Lewises turned to God with urgency and with faith and with hope. They fasted and prayed, prayed and fasted. And they went again and again to the temple.

One day Sister Lewis came home from a temple session weary and worried, feeling the impact of so many days—and nights—of fear being held at bay only by monumental faith.

As she entered her home, four-year-old Katie ran up to her with love in her eyes and a crumpled sheaf of papers in her hand. Holding the papers out to her mother, she said enthusiastically, “Mommy, do you know what these are?”

Sister Lewis said frankly her first impulse was to deflect Katie’s zeal and say she didn’t feel like playing just then. But she thought of her children—all her children—and the possible regret of missed opportunities and little lives that pass too swiftly. So she smiled through her sorrow and said, “No, Katie. I don’t know what they are. Please tell me.”

“They are the scriptures,” Katie beamed back, “and do you know what they say?”

Sister Lewis stopped smiling, gazed deeply at this little child, knelt down to her level, and said, “Tell me, Katie. What do the scriptures say?”

“They say, ‘Trust Jesus.’ ” And then she was gone.

Sister Lewis said that as she stood back up, holding a fistful of her four-year-old’s scribbling, she felt near-tangible arms of peace encircle her weary soul and a divine stillness calm her troubled heart.

Katie Lewis, “angel and minister of grace,” I’m with you. In a world of some discouragement, sorrow, and overmuch sin, in times when fear and despair seem to prevail, when humanity is feverish with no worldly physicians in sight, I too say, “Trust Jesus.” Let him still the tempest and ride upon the storm. Believe that he can lift mankind from its bed of affliction, in time and in eternity.