Saturday, July 13, 2019

This is hard to write...

The doctor came in and said "It's Cancer".
It's the same cancer in the same spot as my Father's. 
We lost him one year later.

We were standing there talking with our son (in-law) when the doctor who did his scope walked in. We were all expecting him to say "acid reflux" but instead he said it's esophageal cancer. 

Over the next few days our son (in-law) had many more tests of his digestive system to determine size, stage and plan. It's stage 3, the tumor stretches from the middle of his esophagus to the middle of his stomach and it has multiple layers and fingers and it is growing fast.  Chemo and radiation have begun and will continue through the middle of august.  He is only able to drink the high calorie high protein substitutes and works so hard to swallow the smallest bite of real food.

I am staying at their home (100 miles away) monday thru friday while our oldest daughter continues to work. Our oldest daughter is one of the strongest women I know. I'm going to do all I can to help her.

Mom is doing great with her vascular dementia. At 90 years old she can bounce back and continue on. Big brother is managing her needs very well without my help. I am proud of him.

Thehubs is also maintaining our home and keeping the cat alive, even though she is not the easiest animal to take care of.  Thehubs is now a 7 year cancer survivor himself.  He works hard to take care of our family and I love him dearly.

My body is not helpful. I spent 5 days in bed after a trip to the ER diagnosed with pneumonia. So it's been tachycardia, blood clots, thrush and now pneumonia for me so far this year. The tachycardia is so draining, my heart beats between 105 and 113 resting, then goes up to 135 just walking to the bathroom.  It comes and goes several times a day and I just have to sit down and wait it out.  I see my doctor next week.

I have lost 37 pounds this year and am now at my goal weight. I thank my youngest daughter for that. She is a type 1 diebetic since birth and celiac-gluten intolerant. So I quit cooking with sugar and flour. The extra 35 pounds that I had gained since my knee surgery started falling off. Now instead of baking brownies, I cut a watermelon.

She just got out of the hospital for having blood sugars so high she was comatose. She had an mri yesterday and is on a waiting list for a special biopsy of her stomach which can only be done at Barnes Hospital in St. Louis.  She deals with her own health, takes care of her disabled veteran hubs and raises our now 7 year old grandson.  Her load gets heavy.

If you stop by, please say a prayer for our family
or send positive thoughts our way.
They will be sincerely appreciated.

We know God is in control.
Thankful for each day and for your prayers.


Monday, March 4, 2019

a tough year part two...

Kitty likes to lay in her bowl and watch tv in the evenings. There has been a lot of laying around going on here in our household lately.  I have a large deep vein thrombosis in my leg, extending from my hip to my ankle. I was put on  Xarelto and bedrest for 7 days as I watched my ankle slowly turn from looking like a bowl of purple spaghetti to a swollen shade of medium blue.  The Xarelto is working and I am doing much better.  It looks like I may be on it for the next 6 months. I have had no side effects so far and I feel quite a bit better.

Our backyard

Our weather forecast predicted 5-6 inches for us here in the corner of Missouri. We ended up with barely enough snow to cover the ground along with cloudy skies and a strong northerly wind. The cows are down in the valley and the birds are enjoying the corn chops in their big feeder.

Me, the hubs and Mom in 1998

Mom is almost 90 years old has been doing real well. She mysteriously ended up with two black eyes last Sunday and her diahrea is still a big problem. We are tracking what she eats and looking for something we can change. At first I thought it may be a day with too much dairy, as she also has a lot of gas. We can laugh at it, we have to. When you are crawling on the floor of the mcdonalds bathroom trying to clean your moms mess and change her underwear, you have to laugh or you may cry. 

She eats pretty much what she wants (ice cream, cheesecake, crackers, candy) when she wants but I did convince her to eat a bowl of bran cereal once a day. Sometimes she cooperates without hesitation, but sometimes she will disagree and hold her ground. 

Mom was always a very independent lady and it is hard for her to trust others to do things she is used to doing herself.

Tomorrow I will take her to our family doctor. He has suggested switching her to a pill pack prepared by the pharmacy. It will have her name on it and the day and time it is to be taken.  Mom has been refusing to do it and it has reached a point that it needs to be done. How do you tell your mom that you don't trust her to be taking her medicine correctly? That her mind isn't healthy enough?

Dementia is a roller coaster.
We take it one day at a time.
Prayers are welcome and appreciated if you believe.

Thursday, February 21, 2019

A tough year...

2017 wasn't a lot of fun. 

Mom has dementia.

My mom will soon be 90 years old. She has lived a very active life and just recently resigned as an alderman in her small town. She was treasurer of our church, several craft organizations and our cemetery association.

Until June of last year.

We noticed her making mistakes and losing things. We began to see her exert a few episodes of frustration over something small or not important at all. She even hit a pole with her car.

Then in September she had a stroke. We have since spent several hours in the emergency room trying to understand what is happening to her and how to deal with it. From days of diarrhea, extreme high and low blood pressure to fainting and balance issues.

We are learning.

We are blessed with a truly merciful doctor whose staff are patient and so kind.  We are also blessed that we have a dear friend who has a lot of experience in this type of care and has offered to come in when needed. 

Mom will stay in her home as long as possible. She is happy there with all her memories. It is familiar to her.

Friday, July 27, 2018

Remembering how tasty life is!

I remembered most of what my Grandma Twila taught me.

She was a teacher for more that 40 years and taught all of my family either first or second grade. She also lived thru the terrible depression, where her large family (14 brothers and sisters) took in another family to survive those lean years.  At the age of 18 she traveled by train to Kansas to earn her teaching degree. At the age of 85, she didn't have a big garden anymore, she mixed her vegetables in with her flowers in her many flower beds around her home.

The oast two years I have mixed my vegetables in with my flowers.
This has saved me a lot of back pain and hard labor.

Here are a few photos of our delicious harvest.

Thehubs loves radishes!  
He had fresh picked radishes daily from March thru the middle of June.

We always had our peas, onions and radishes planted by Valentine's Day.
Our potatoes were always planted by St. Patrick's Day and all according to the moons phase.
She loved her Farmer's Almanac.

I remember her using every space she had, rotating her crops so that something was always growing.
This year I tried hard to use her experience and knowledge to grow food that had no chemicals from seeds harvested the year before. She always said that if you planted the seeds from the year before they would be more heat and drought tolerant.

The new potatoes and peas were delicious!
I picked three good harvests from my small patch of peas.
I've planted Dill to attract butterflies, basil, thyme and chives to dry and freeze.
The marigolds keep the bugs away.

We have enjoyed fresh ripe tomatoes daily since June 4th.
My favorite is to walk out and pick a red tomato, rinse it with the hose, then sit and it on the patio with nothing but a salt shaker.

My Dad was a great gardener. We grew up with apple trees, cherry trees, peach trees, walnut trees, and pecan trees. There was always something good growing outside.
He also planted grapes, blueberries, and blackberries. Yum!

And each spring his big tiller would start our garden filled with corn, green beans, peas, potatoes, cucumbers, tomatoes, radishes and so much more. He would get home from his job as a welder and set his lunch box down on our porch and go right to his garden.

He also hunted, so we had a freezer full of deer, quail, raccoon, and even crawdads and turtle as well as spoonbill, crappie, bass, catfish and walleye fish.

We also raised cows, pigs and rabbits over the years.

He was also a survivor of the great depression.
That generation spent very little on food.
I can even remember my grandma taking the left over vegetables from a meal and putting them into her vegetable soup container in her freezer to be used later in vegetable soup. It was so good!

Do you have any garden memories of times past?

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