1-23-2014

  Another day and mom grows weaker. Dr Kilgore called me this morning and explained a lot of things, most of which I already knew. Mom took a turn for the worse today for a while and when we arrived Annie met us outside, along with Kilgore's associate, we will call her Dr L, cause I can't remember her name. Mostly she talked with Denise on stats, sounded like Greek to me. Then she talked with me on mom's condition (s). Dr L laughed and said we had a lot of nurses in the family, I told her yep, comes in handy. I know her daughter had said they have a spare bedroom and I told her so do we, but mom wants to be home and we will make sure she has her wish. Annie said a family member questioned about if we had space for a hospital bed, which is irrelevant, mom wants to be home. Just for the record we have more square feet here than there, again, that is irrelevant.

  Tonight Megan wanted to stay with mom so I let her. She wants so very much to prove herself responsible and capable of doing what others do her age. Denise agreed and let her stay and I know she will do an excellent job. I should have left my phone there because I'm not sure the hospital phone has a speaker. We stopped at the desk and I told the RN and Desk Manager that Megan is legally deaf but can hear some with her hearing aides as long as they are facing her. What she can't she reads lips and will verbally respond. Megan is observant and smart, but best of all a heart the size of Texas. We brought Annie back and she went back home. She done an excellent job tending to mom. Matt, Misty and the kids came down too for a while. They drove 2 hours to visit 2 hours, then headed home for a 2 hour drive. Last night Annie done something called Face Time or something with her phone to Misty, Matt, and the kids... which was nice.

  Finally, to family and friends that send me messages, call. I have an old phone, fat fingers and small buttons that you have to push different times for different letters. I don't have a smart phone and see no reason for a dumb person to have a smart phone. I know right now my voice is weak but I can repeat something quicker than I can type it. So please, call and speak.   

1-22-2014

Well, been a weird day today. Annie came over and wanted to ride with me and Denise to see mom at UT this evening. On the way there I got a call from a nurse that was with a dept I had not heard of saying mom wanted her to talk with me. She said mom wanted to be DNR and that she wanted to die at home, cure was out of the picture. It just seems a bit cold, shocking, and distant, plus I didn't know her. Titles do not impress me any more than uniforms do, so I told her I would need to talk with mom, but I would do whatever she wished. Until then though I would be reserved until speaking with mom, she was selling the point a little too hard. I've done real estate over the phone, taken and given directions over the phone, but I would not talk this over on the phone, especially without talking with mom. The story was a bit different when I talked with mom, who didn't really want to talk about it much. The position of nurse didn't excite me, I know some good ones and bad ones, plus we have a lot of nurses in the family. 

  Annie, (our middle daughter),stayed down there with mom tonight and she is a nurse. She moved in with mom after dad died.Mom had asked for a second opinion and Annie will see that she has it. I promised mom that whatever her decision is that I would see it happens. So tonight she stands DNR and she wants to die at home. Denise cried all the way there and back, then went to bed with a headache. I looked at mom and asked but she got a bit ill with me, I know it was a lot for her to take in too. I told her I wasn't passing a judgement but wanted to know what her wishes are from her, and I would see them done. I didn't push though, I looked on and saw she was tired and afraid and confused. I had pushed her to try harder, and I think she done all she could, I just refused to see it.

  As I watched her laying there I saw her, weak and tired. At 85 she saw and lived as a child growing up in the Great Depression. She quit at American Enka in about 1971 for health reasons and also to raise me. In her 50s she wanted her GED, she had to go to work and never got to finish school, so she got it. We attended Vocational School at the same time when I was in my early 20s, I for electronic repair and her as a Secretary. Then she got her real estate license, while working in the office, and from there went on to be the area's biggest lady Realtor. Her dream was to be a Broker and have her own business, which we did and after UPS I worked there until the Throat Cancer. She wanted me to take over but my voice just wouldn't let me, still she stayed there until she got sick.

  She worked hard all her life and made a lot of money, but gave most of it away as she made it. Her and dad helped me many times, helped our kids, her daughter, sister-in-law, strangers... you name it. People would ask how old she is and then remark that she is rich, why is she working, if they only knew. She made enough money to be rich, but she isn't. Dad was the same way, soft hearted as they come. Mom though could piss me off quicker than anybody, but don't all parents, lol. No matter what I done, her and dad were there. If I didn't believe I could she made me believe I could, and anybody else she came across. Can't just didn't exist, not until now. Her and dad, not so much through words but actions, taught me to be a better person, a better parent. We bumped heads a lot, kinda like me and Annie do these days, but like them, I am always here. I'm not as good at it but I try. It isn't just little girls that step on your toes when they are young, and on your hearts when they are old, but boys too. I done my share of stepping, yet they loved me no less, and waited me out, and never ever lost faith in me. I saw that if they, being imperfect human beings, can love and forgive that much, how much greater is the love of God, who is perfect.

  I have kept a dry eye tonight, but that is apt to change. I will do what mom wishes me to do, and all within my power to make happen. I fight back the tears, yet the tears are not for her, but for us. Where mom will go will be with dad and with God. On more than one occasion I have stood in His presence, and there is nowhere better. But I will probably cry for us, for truly we will have lost much in this world. I say us but I mostly me me, she is the last of the 8 that raised me. Her and dad took me in as their own when nobody would, put up with me when nobody else could. The taught me what family is and how blood is thick... or at least should be. I am sad for us, yet happy for her, for she will see all that have gone on before her. No more pain, disappointment, suffering, tears, nothing but good.          

1-21-2014

   Well, it has officially been a day. Once again I have to play the bad guy with mom, she is being non compliant and that has her going down fast. I did find out tonight that the cancer area has grown quite a lot, but that is playing second string compared to her not sitting up, fluid is in both her lungs now and she is smothering. Mom says she thinks she is in A Fib, probably seems a lot like that. Anybody that has had a heart attack will never forget the smothering feeling, like an elephant sitting on your chest. I had a family member tell me that I should have sympathy, knowing what cancer and heart attack both feel like... and she said it pretty stern. Coming from a RN nurse I would expect things to be different but coming from this person I don't. I told her yes I did remember the fear, uncertainty, pain, and for that I have compassion. I have no sympathy though that I will show her because those who worked on me refused to show sympathy because they cared. I'll be the first to say that only God saves a person, but He uses people to work though usually to do it. Compassion heals while sympathy kills, it simply makes us looks good and feel better about ourselves.

  I got a call from Schindler's office today, the stuff to freeze the place off my back leaked out over the weekend and it will be 2 more weeks. They offered a referral to a Derm if I didn't want to wait, or I could reschedule with him. I asked to keep my appointment so he could look at my elbow. I don't think there is a lot that can be done, but I'd like to know what he thinks, broken or torn. (I'm leaning toward broken). I thought too that would give me the chance to talk with him about the Narcoleptic episodes and what might be after the other meds didn't work.

   Everything though happens for a reason, and I think this did. I asked Kim if she could refer me to a doctor at UT, a Dermatologist that a friend of mine, Sally, has used. She says he is good, though she still uses primarily Dr Zic at Vanderbilt. I like Zic but Nashville is a long ways to go. Sally has the same Non Hodgkin's Lymphoma, had it for longer than I have, plus she is a retired nurse. I have a lot of respect for her. We met on the Lymphoma Board many years ago. This is the first time in many a year that I have lost complete control of this stuff, and can't seem to get back in control. Almost over my whole body I burn or itch or hurt, Megan says it looks like I've been burnt. I have a NBUVB machine that years ago the insurance company bought me, well, we had to pay some too. Thing is, it can bring on Squamous Cell Carcinoma, which is what I had in my throat. I would prefer not to do that one again and this one there is no cure, only slow it down. I remember reading that it usually moves slow but can speed up. Well, I think we're in high gear, lol. If Schindler wants to see what this stuff looks like I'll show him, it is pretty rare. I think there is an ointment that can give some relief without too much collateral damage.         

uPDATE 1-20-2014

Well, it has been a while and a lot has happened. The medicine that is suppose to stop the Narcoleptic episodes hasn't worked out too well. They have curbed the events but not stopped them. I see no reason for continuing the meds, especially since its 90 dollars for a 30 day supply. I go tomorrow to Schindler to have a place removed from my back and will ask him about it. If he doesn't have any idea or want to get involved then I'll just wait for my next follow-up with Rathfoot. Also on the agenda with Schindler I will throw in getting him to look at my elbow, which also isn't healing as fast as I'd like, it may have broken or fractured. That is the same one that got heavily injured years ago at UPS and they told the doctor if he fixed it I would lose my job back then. It healed over the years but not well.

  Mom is still in the hospital, we took her last Friday to UT. Things are not looking well. Denise has ran me down there all but the initial taking of her, Charlie drove that day and I rode. Today I am of two minds. Denise said she would take me when she gets off but I would like to go earlier, which that means I drive. The cows need feeding today which Megan always helps me, or I help her, depending on perspective, lol. Denise said to take Megan to help me not have an episode, yet while that will help, nothing seems to stop them from happening. Usually I have a little warning with the extreme fatigue and stretching prior to an event. If I saw that coming I could pull off and wait for it to happen maybe. Short distances I know I can always get home, not so with long distances which seems to bring them on. Taking Megan would have no stopping effect on the event coming, and I would not want to be responsible for injuring her or anybody else.

A Little belated but...

             Happy 23rd Birthday to Annie.

 

  Happy 12th Birthday to Brandon. 

12-27-2013

  Been a wild day. Me and Denise took mom to UT to have her blood checked and a follow-up with the Dr Hanna. Her blood was good for once, but chemo is off the table for her. She goes back in a couple of weeks, if the pain she is in will hold that long to see Dr Kilgore.

  Coming back, after we stopped and ate at Cracker Barrel, we got to see a good test of the meds for the narcoleptic type episodes. I was struggling but staying ahead of the curve. Right before the I-81/40 split it all changed. I looked over and Denise was screaming at me on my right, and I heard a horn sound from my left, one of those long blows. I jerked the car back over, I had drifted 1/2 way into the next lane. It didn't seem like I had went to sleep, more like just hit a time warp. I saw a black Mercedes front end coming back from almost completely being off the road... and that would have been the horn I heard. For the loudness and tone Denise was using, I'm glad all the windows were up, seemed the guy I edged off the road was pretty upset. Looked like a brown box had overturned inside his car, and boy did he look like he was pissed, screaming and pointing my way. It was a nice black Mercedes Coupe, way out of my price range. Nobody got hurt and no damage was done, thank God. Now I just gotta figure out that sign he gave after I looked over and smiled. Either he was grading my driving, or I was number one. :)    

12-25-2013

Well, this was suppose to say 

 

Merry Christmas