Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Words must be weighed and not counted.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Last October or November my husband had an RFA to remove this small tumor/nodule on his lung. I wrote about it in November. Now he has a new cancerous nodule even though he's been going through chemotherapy all this time and we want to have another RFA to remove it. We just found out the insurance company rejected the first one. They called it an experimental procedure. We were shocked. Had we asked for his lung to be removed, they would have covered that because it is standard procedure, but this miracle of modern medicine, this procedure that leaves hole the size of a pin and is done as an outpatient procedure and only costs $1200, they won't cover.
Unfortunately, we don't have $1200 to pay for the last one and we don't have another $1200 to pay for the next one, so I'm trying to raise money. I'm going to start selling my artwork on Etsy (I opened shop a while back, but never listed anything except one little photo), selling my used books on Amazon, and anything that's not nailed down on Ebay. Also, as you can see, I've added ads. Its probably against the rules to ask people to click on the ads, except for the adgitize ones - I can ask you to click those. So, if anything seems of interest, please click.
I'll add links in the coming week to my etsy store, amazon listings and ebay listings. Thank you in advance for your support and prayers. It means a lot to us.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Well, the nurse I spoke to didn't have it quite right. It did spread, but its one small nodule on his lung. He can have it removed like he had another one removed. It really is a miracle of modern medicine. They're able to go into his lung leaving only a pintip sized hole in his chest when its all said and done. They burn off the nodule and then its gone. He gets to keep his lung. IIts called an RFA which is a radio frequency ablation, I believe.
We had another scare yesterday late. The doctors thought that he had a blood clot in his aorta near the abdomen. His ultrasound today showed that it was nothing, so we are once again, praying prayers of thanks. It was so wonderful to recieve this news.
If anyone has any questions we can answer, please let me know.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Cancer is so cruel. It gives very few (if any) symptoms until its too late. It gets better then gets worse. It can be removed yet comes back. The treatment is difficult and debilitating.
I just found out that my husband's cancer has spread again. This just 2 months after finding out that it was getting better. He wanted me to call for the pet scan results so that he didn't find out during his office visit, because he felt that it would be bad news. I didn't think about the fact that this would mean I'll be breaking the news to him. Can't do it tonight, we're going out. Can't do it tomorrow, he's been looking forward to tomorrow's plans for weeks. It will have to be tomorrow night. That will give him a few days to process the information before he goes in for chemo.
If I can just keep my shit together until tomorrow night...
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Time makes one wise. Ask advice from someone older than you.
Monday, April 5, 2010
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's." More "I'm sorry's."
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it, live it and never give it back. Stop sweating the small stuff.
Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what.
Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.
Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally. I hope you all have a blessed day
Beautiful Women's Month
Age 3: She looks at herself and sees a Queen.
Age 8: She looks at herself and sees Cinderella.
Age 15: She looks at herself and sees an Ugly Sister (Mum I can't go to school looking like this!)
Age 20: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly"- but decides she's going out anyway.
Age 30: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she doesn't have time to fix it, so she's going out anyway.
Age 40: She looks at herself and sees "clean" and goes out anyway.
Age 50: She looks at herself and sees "I am" and goes wherever she wants to go.
Age 60: She looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers the world.
Age 70: She looks at herself &sees wisdom, laughter and ability, goes out and enjoys life.
Age 80: Doesn't bother to look Just puts on a purple hat and goes out to have fun with the world.