Bracelets & Business Cards

Today, the UPS man delivered two things that I’ve been waiting on – Chad’s bracelets and my new photography business cards!

I always wear a yellow Livestrong bracelet, but it’s now being replaced with Chad’s gray version. (Gray is the color of the Brain Cancer Awareness ribbon.) I will have them available the day of Chad’s fundraiser — or you can shoot me an email if you’d like one before then. One for $3 or two for $5. I’ll mail ‘em to ya if you throw in the cost of a stamp :) .

We’re also working on a t-shirt to be available at Chad’s fundraiser (and hopefully earlier by pre-order).
More details to come as they are available.

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And, I’ve also been changing things around with my photography business.
There is a new site (that I’m still working on, by the way, so don’t hold it against me). Enliven Designs will be pointing to the new site soon – and I still offer all the same things. I’m just shifting to focus of my site to be more photography-based.

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Babies & Blessings

Tonight, I had the honor of meeting the newest addition to our extended family, little Liam Rylee.
You can tell he adores me already.

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He was born around 5:30 this evening, via c-section. And he is just perfect.

Congratulation to Enoch & Lauren!

Whenever I see or hold a newborn baby, I am in awe.
Having had two babies myself, I know where they come from. I know how they are made.
But it still just completely boggles my mind that something so perfect and whole is created from a series of events that allow microscopic cells to create a PERSON.

Babies are just amazing. If you’ve ever seen an ultrasound of an eight-week-old baby, you know it looks like a little bean.  A bean with a heartbeat.
And it forms organs and limbs and facial features and, well, it’s just amazing.
A blessing.
A miracle.
A perfect little taste of what Heaven must be like, really.

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After the exhausting week we’ve had at the Lanford House, it was refreshing to experience a little amazement.
I spent some time at the hospital tonight and was fully aware of all the blessings around me, especially the arrival of Liam. Babies have that effect on people me.

I have been a little frustrated this week, which ultimately lead to me being quite angry with Chad’s medical team.
And then I took a step back and just looked at the bigger picture.

It’s true; I have many reasons to feel frustrated, and even angry.
But I have so many more blessings and things to be thankful for.
I lose sight of that sometimes. I’m human.

I have healthy children…if we don’t count ear infections.
I have a plan to manage my own health better.
I have a little slice of bliss that I call home.
I have great friends that support me and help me without a second thought.
I have a phenomenal family that builds me up and doesn’t judge me for any decisions I make for my family.
I have a husband that I love dearly. And I’m fairly certain the feeling is mutual…
I have two children that have amazing little hearts and souls.
I have an extremely flexible boss friend that keeps my family first and work second.
I have a mother that sacrifices much in her own life to help me manage mine.
I have people in my life that I’ve never met – but they support our family just the same.
I have peaceful, full heart. And I give God total credit.

I have what I need.
Faith. Friends. Family. Love. Laughter.
Little blessings. Big blessings. Blessings, all the same.

What we learned yesterday

I wasn’t able to update much yesterday. It seems kind of silly that I didn’t update much yesterday, given that we were very late for every appointment and spent the majority of our day waiting. I left my laptop in the van because  I didn’t think I’d have the opportunity to update the blog since we were so late after the MRI.
Note to self: Skye, always take your laptop, even in the off chance that you may be able to use it.

What we learned from the MRI:
1- Always bring a snack. The MRI Center will run behind if you need to be somewhere else on campus.
2- Always bring the power cord for your laptop with you in the off chance that you will be waiting SO long your battery dies.
3- Have the MRI peeps call the doctor that you will be seeing next to let them know why you’re late…to avoid a late fee or canceled appointment. (Oh, that was a fabulous thought on my part! We avoided both scenarios!)

After our extended stay in the MRI Center, we drove over to the Cancer Center to see Dr. T. We were only an hour late.
And he was already behind, which he usually is. Our appointment was at 1:30. We arrive at 2:30. And we didn’t actually see Dr. T until 4:00.

Things we learned from Dr T:
1- Chad’s MRI is okay. No noticeable tumor regrowth.
2- Chad’s ventricles are finally the appropriate size – so the shunts are working!
3- Chad needs an increase in seizure medication.
4- Chad is a mystery. They can find nothing on the MRI that would make him have all the issues he is having.
5- The growth on Chad’s chest (where the shunt tubing was rerouted to the lung through his pectoral muscle) is likely a spinal fluid collection from the shunt tube. Which means it’s damaged in some way and will likely need to be replaced. We were sent to get a chest x-ray to confirm.
6- The irritation Chad is feeling from the second shunt tubing is going to have to wait. Basically, his body sees the tube as a foreign body and just needs some more time. Maybe a couple more months. If it’s still bothersome, we have a few choices.
7- We don’t have to go back until September for a 6-month MRI…unless we need to before then. See items 5 and 6 above – I’m sure we’ll be back before September.

The grand lesson there? Chad is a mystery. And Dr. T has NO clue why he feels so bad.

We got out of Dr. T’s office and went down one floor to see Dr. L, a Hematologist. To be honest, Chad & I didn’t really know why we were going there. But Dr. T wanted us to talk to Dr. L; a specialist in how medications react with the body. If anyone would be able to help or get us on the right track, it should be Dr. L.
Our appointment was at 3:45 and we actually arrived at 4:30. We saw Dr. F first, then Dr. L entered and discussed a few things with us.

Things we learned from Dr. L:
1- Chad, most likely, is experiencing the long-term effects of chemo, radiation, and a combination of all other drugs he’s taken over the last two years. It is, most likely, permanent.
2- There are a few medications Dr. L suggested we try….under the care of Chad’s neurologist in Raleigh.
3- Dr. T and Dr. L want Chad’s neurologist to take over all seizure and pain management medications.
4- There may be a hormonal imbalance (caused by radiation and chemo) that are causing a few of Chad’s problems. They need to analyze a blood sample.
5- Dr. L is not taking Chad on as a patient right now — because he feels we would be better served to stay local in the Triangle. (Which is good news; but also frustrating. WHY did we meet with him then?)
6- Trial & Error is what we are reduced to. We will try different meds and see what happens. And let me just mention that most of these medications need to be given a full 6-8 weeks to determine if they are effective. Not really fair in my book. But it’s our only option at this point.
7- Chad is a mystery. There is nothing on the MRI to indicate why he’s feeling so bad.

The whole appointment with Dr. L probably took about 45 minutes, waiting time included.
Then we were whisked over to the lab for a blood draw. Can you imagine how hard is it to get a phlebotomist to  come to the Cancer Center to draw blood after 5pm? All the clinic phlebotomists were off duty, so we had to wait for a hospital employee to come do it. It was a little difficult. Someone finally came and drew blood and we were on our way….to x-ray!

The “day” hospital closes at 5pm, like most businesses. So we had to go to inpatient radiology — and we had to get a map to show us where, deep in the bowels of the actual hospital, it was located. We made our way there — only to be greeted by a very nice (and talkative) fellow Johnston County native. She discovers that Chad’s x-ray orders are not entered into the system yet, and she starts calling Dr. T’s office. It’s after 5pm. No one is there. Or course.
But she does track down the Attending Physician and promises to get some orders in the system STAT.

At this point, Chad is pretty tired and he needs his medications. We decide to go get his meds (in the van — aaaallllllll the way on the other side of the campus) and then get something to eat. It’s about 6:00 at this point.
On the way to get his meds, Chad feels a seizure coming on. It never materialized, thank goodness.
He has problems walking down stairs — and wouldn’t you know we met every flight of stairs on the way to the parking lot? He nearly fell a few times, but was caught by the railing.

He gets his meds.
We go to the cafeteria to eat.
We go back to x-ray.
And they promptly call his name — it’s the first thing that has gone quickly all day long!
He is in & out in about 10 minutes.
We burn rubber to the van and hit the road. Finally. At 7pm.

Needless to say, I was exhausted when we got home.

What is the biggest thing we learned yesterday? Did you sense a trend?
Chad is a mystery. And no one knows what to do next.
They don’t know how to make him feel better or IF they can make him feel better.
I am frustrated. Not really mad (yet), but disappointed that our options seem so limited.

However, I am also thankful.
Chad is still here. He is still a fighter. And we still do have options, even though they seem limited.
And the MRI finally showed that his ventricles are working — and there is no tumor regrowth yet.

Appointment Day: Thurs, March 4

We left home this morning and dropped the kids off, just like normal.
As soon as I dropped Cailyn off at preschool, we hit I-40 and made our way to Winston-Salem.
We made a stop to grab a bite to eat at 10:45, and we arrived right at 11:30 for Chad’s appointment.
I filled out his paperwork because his hands start to shake pretty badly if he has to write any more than his name.

He was called back around 12noon. I’ve been busying myself with little things I’ve been neglecting; and soon realized it was 1:20. I thought, fo sure, he’d be out by now. When I asked what was going on, I was told that Chad didn’t actually get into the MRI machine until 1:05. Yikes.

We have an appointment at 1:30 with Dr. T — and we’re going to be LATE.
I think we have enough of a buffer that we won’t be late for our 3:45 appointment with Dr. L — I certainly hope so, at least.

He’s feeling okay today, I guess. It’s hard to tell sometimes because he is so quiet. He’s tired and his head hurts, which is pretty normal for him, unfortunately.

I’ll update again after we see Dr. T!

More surgery in our future

But this time, it’s for Carys!

I took Carys to the ENT yesterday afternoon, fully aware that we would probably leave with a recommendation for a second set of ear tubes. She had ear tubes placed in January 2008. The first tube came out on it’s own a little over a year later. She immediately started having trouble with the ear. But it wasn’t a constant problem.
Then, the other tube was removed this past Summer. Within a month, she was in the doctor’s office with an ear infection.
She has had one at least once every month and half since then.
Poor girl.
We’ve been through all the antibiotics, and even started from square one with her meds.
Nothing helps. It seems it takes the edge off the infection, but doesn’t quite kill it!
About two weeks ago, Carys had a nasty little ear infection that perforated her ear drum. She has a very high pain tolerance and doesn’t complain until something really hurts…obviously.
The ear drum is healing well and she passed a hearing test with flying colors — but she still has a lot of fluid in both ears.

I knew ear tubes would be brought up again.
But I didn’t even think that the surgeon would recommend removing her adenoids, too. I should have thought about it, knowing that adenoids and ear problems often go hand-in-hand.

Let’s just say that Carys is less than thrilled about having surgery.
She is excited, however, to know that she’ll be on a strict soft food diet for a few days after surgery.
“Mommy…is ice cream a soft food? Because I think it is. But not broccoli.”

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Tomorrow, Chad & I make the much anticipated voyage to Wake Forest University Baptist Medical Center.
We are packing a bag, just in case we need it.
It would not surprise me if he stayed a night or two and had a little surgery himself on Friday.
I’m not hoping that happens, but I’m going to be prepared.
Nothing surprises me these days, especially the outcome of these trips to Winston-Salem.

I was surprised, however, to learn that Chad had a seizure last night while I was at a business meeting.
He has been enjoying leisurely strolls through the neighborhood lately. Sometimes I go with him, but he’s usually fine on his own and agrees to stay on our street for the most part.
Last night though, he had a seizure at the beginning of his walk. Thankfully, he hadn’t gotten far from home when it hit and two of our neighbors were able to help him back home. My mom was here with the girls and was able to fend off  two very inquisitive little girls.
He wasn’t able to speak or walk for quite some time afterward, and I hate that I wasn’t here. I know that I can’t do anything to prevent or help him – but he’s also never had one when in the presence of anyone but me or medical staff. I just like to see it for myself; to judge how “bad” it was, if that makes sense.
I should have known that another seizure would be coming since the last one wasn’t that bad, at all.
He’s feeling okay today, but is tired and has a more pronounced headache.

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I’ll probably update frequently tomorrow, as it will be a long day and I won’t have much to do besides wait for test results and appointments.

March? Already?

No, we haven’t fallen off the face of the earth again…yet!
This week, Carys heads to the ENT. We’ll discover whether another set of ear tubes are in her near future.
Chad & I will head to Winston-Salem on Thursday to have his MRI and talk with Dr. T and Dr. L about the next steps of this journey.

Nothing else to report.
Enjoy the pictures of the girls, who were quite smitten with some horses this past weekend. We attended a baby shower for my cousin Enoch and his girlfriend Lauren. We’re anxiously awaiting the arrival of precious baby Liam!

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Mark your calendars!

Back in the Spring, my best friends (and fabulous neighbors) asked if they could organize a fundraiser for us.
Well, it may have taken Chad & I a while to think about it…and you can finally mark your calendars!

Chad’s fundraiser will be Saturday, April 24, at Garner Advent Christian Church.
You can buy tickets in advance, and I strongly encourage you to do so.
Please send an email to the Jones bunch if you are interested in ticket presales or volunteering the day of the event.

We appreciate your support and can’t wait to see you all there!
More details as soon as they are available.

All about my stinkin’ diabetes

I’ve had an insulin pump since May 2008. It took me a while to get used to it; the constant “thing” being attached to me. I even took it off for a while and refused to wear it. Stupid, I know. There was just something mental I had to get past; I didn’t want a constant reminder that my body was failing me.
I still struggle with diabetes. I hate it, in fact. Is it limiting? Not really; at least not in the traditional sense of the word. I can eat what I want to, I just have to be more careful. And for a person that has a severe sweet tooth, that is extremely difficult.

I recently upgraded to the Animas One Touch Ping insulin pump.
My old pump was working just fine, but I felt the urge to take better control of this sugar-fueled life of mine.
If I wanted ultimate control, I would splurge for a Continuous Glucose Monitoring System (CGMS), but insurance doesn’t pay for it — so, I’ll have to wait until they do. If they ever will. THAT (CGMS) would completely help me out. It’s another little device that I would insert into my abdomen every few days that constantly checks my blood sugar FOR me. It tells my pump when I’m low, when I’m high — and makes adjustments or recommendations based on those readings. In order for insurance to pay for it, I have to run severely LOW all the time. And I have the exact opposite problem – I can’t get my numbers low. They are always HIGH.

My friendly UPS man delivered a ginormous box from the Animas company at the end of January.
And I opened it. I looked at the new shiny pump.
And I returned the old pink one.
And I just let the new one sit in the box for a few weeks.
I did injections while I made up my mind that I was ready for this new journey.
Trust me when I tell you that is stupid. I know that is stupid. I just wasn’t completely ready to dive in and accept this annoying disease….again. It’s easier to ignore it, even though I know I shouldn’t.

I’m ready. I’m taking control. (Again)

Some people have asked me about this new pump – so, here I am – letting you know all about it!

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Every 2-4 days, I insert a new catheter into my abdomen (A). The catheter has a tube that leads to the insulin pump itself (B). From there, I am able to administer insulin before and after meals, before bed…whenever I need it. And gosh, does it seem like I need it ALL the time!
It has a nifty little carb counter that helps me adjust my insulin for meals if I want, or I can gauge how much I need based on what I eat. I also have it programmed to give me basal doses (small doses every 15 minutes) based on my blood sugar history. For example, I always have a higher glucose reading in the morning. Many diabetics do. It’s called dawn phenomenon, and no one really knows why it happens. So, every morning at 2am and 6:30am, while I am fast asleep,  my pump gives me a little extra push of insulin to help me combat the blasted dawn phenomenon. Sometimes it’s enough to help. Other times, it’s not. But it’s a good start.

What’s different about this particular pump (as compared to my last one), is that it has a remote (C). Wearing the pump itself can be a little challenging. I don’t like to wear it on my waistband – I bump things with it and scratch it — which is what happened to my last one. There were so many scratches that I could barely read the screen.
So, I often wear the pump under my clothing, tucked away where it’s out of harm’s way. But that also makes it difficult to give boluses (doses of insulin) when I have to excuse myself to the bathroom or to another room to fish the pump out of my clothing. It was a severe pain!
The remote allows me to wear the pump wherever I choose, and I don’t have to worry about finding a place to excuse myself to give myself insulin.
The remote also has a built-in glucometer, so my glucose readings are fed right into the pump. It knows how much insulin I need based on the glucometer readings. It takes a step out of the process for me – which is less to worry about.
It’s quite nifty!

After some searching, trials & errors, I have finally found an endocrinologist that I LOVE. His office has been very good to me and has helped me get the best possible care for my diabetic life. Is it perfect? No. I have days where the last thing I think about is checking my blood sugar. It happens more often that I care to admit.
I would be lying if I said this diabetes thing was easy. It’s a PAIN. But it’s manageable.

The thing I hate most about the pump is the fact that is so stinkin’ hard to lose weight while you’re pumping. It’s probably not impossible but it feels like it at times. I know a few extra pounds is a fair trade for having fully functioning eyes, kidneys and nerve endings.

Snow, Snow, Snow!

I am OVER the snow.
It’s beautiful & fun – for the first 20 minutes.
The clothing layers & constant “Mommy, I gotta pee!” as soon as I get them all layered up? Not fun…especially since I ask them about twelve times if they need to use the potty before we get dressed.

I would much rather be sinking my feet into the sand at the beach — with a beautiful temperature switch to 92 degrees instead of 29.
Bring on SUMMER!

While I wait (impatiently) for the seasons to change, enjoy some pictures from today.
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Valentine’s already?!? EEK!!!

I received a note from Carys’ school a few weeks ago. It gently reminded parents that Valentine’s Day was coming up and the kids would need to make their own valentine holders to bring to school.
At first, I was a little disappointed. I LOVE making things with my kids. But I remember how much fun I had in school making a holder for all the little dainty cards from my friends. It was more fun than making them at home. Or, at least I thought so at the time.

I tucked the information away in my memory bank.
Which is a joke. Because everyone knows I can barely remember which name goes with which kid here in our house.

So, Tuesday, I get another note from the teacher. Another gentle reminder that our crafty holders need to be brought to school no later than February 10.
Oopsie.
That darned memory bank hath failed me again.

Ah. Easy enough. Cover a shoe box with some wrapping paper. Call it a day.
Oh.
But we don’t have any shoe boxes.
Can someone tell me how, in a house of eight feet, we do not have a single shoe box?
Ah. Right. I decided to declutter my home a few weeks ago.
No shoe boxes.
What next? Milk carton?
Yuck. I would have to wash that thoroughly. And it would still smell like nasty milk crud.

So, I settled on an oatmeal canister.
I thought it was quite crafty.
And Carys thought I had lost my mind.

But, she was soon ecstatic.
We cut.
We glued.
We stapled.
We stickered.
We laughed.

When it was finished, Carys dubbed her holder, “the coolest valentine holder ever made.”
And then I was dubbed, “the best mommy in the whole world.”
Sweet little kiddo.

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She cannot wait to stuff that sucker full of…suckers.
And chocolate.
And cute little notes from her best little friends.

And, I take back what I said about having more fun making these crafts in school.
It’s much more fun to make them at home with my girl. Hands down.