I am sitting here in shock. I want to cry, but I'm just numb. This is what I found when I logged into Facebook this morning on her sister Mary's status:
Now Cleve & Sylvia need our prayers. Luana has expressed many times she thinks the only reason Cleve is still here is because of Angelica.
I'm going to let Luana tell Mother. Luana said yesterday she could tell it was a bad day as soon as she heard Sylvia's voice. Yesterday I was wondering where they would bury her. The cemetery here in Preston is full.
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Is it spring????????
Still reading The Book of Mormon daily. I've only missed one day out of 62. I am so proud of myself. I have to admit the website, Readthescriptures.com did not help. It was actually the little booklet I snagged at work, Read The Book of Mormon in 100 Days.
I was diligently keeping track of my reading on a spreadsheet saved on the network. Nick kept warning us that the hard drive was iffy & we'd better save our stuff. Of course, I kept thinking about it, but never did it. Now it's gone, sigh, along with several other spreadsheets.
I have been keeping up on ReadtheScriptures.com, cuz I like the quotes that are given. The quote for today was quite appropriate.
On another note, Mufasa killed 2 chickens Sunday. We didn't find out until Sunday evening when we took dog food over. Kim wanted us to get the chickens out of the kennel. It was dark, so we couldn't see what the kennel looked like.
Nick & I were afraid to go over to clean up the kennel. We are used to cats & expected total carnage - blood, guts & feathers all over. We were pleasantly surprised to see this sight. I only took one picture because Mufasa was so excited to see us, he kept getting in the way.
The chickens flew into Mufasa's kennel Sunday morning. He played with them, chasing them & grabbing them & shaking them like a big rag doll. They'd squawk & he'd let them go, chase them & grab them again. Once their necks were broken & they were dead, he left them alone. They weren't fun anymore.
We couldn't get a rope around him & so I squeezed my way into the kennel. Once I was in there, Nick held the door shut so Mufasa couldn't get out. I put disposable gloves on so I could pick the chickens up & put them over the kennel wall into the garbage bag Steve was holding. The kennel is 6 feet tall. I am barely 5'2", so it was a reach, especially to hold my arm up high enough to get the chicken over the fence.
We had a plan. I would clean up the chickens & Nick would hold the dog. Steve came out to help us. It was a clean kill, so I didn't need to pick up feathers & guts. I had taken a scarf to put over my face so I wouldn't smell the chickens & gag cleaning them up. Mufasa didn't bother me. He kept trying to force his way out of the kennel. I'm so glad Nick was there to hold the door. Steve suggested feeding the dog so that I could get out without fighting him too.
I cut my arm squeezing into the kennel. It is a 2" cut on top of my right wrist. It bled quite a bit. I took the scarf I didn't need for my face & Nick tied it on quite tight. I almost said something about not needing a tourniquet, but didn't want to incense him. I did need the pressure to keep it from bleeding. I cleaned it up at Mother's. It seems quite superficial, so I did not go into the ER to have it stitched. Don-Mike came home & took over bandaging it. It hurts tonight. I am so glad it was my right arm & not the left. The left is the one I have lymphedema in & it could be quite serious if that arm were to become infected.
I was diligently keeping track of my reading on a spreadsheet saved on the network. Nick kept warning us that the hard drive was iffy & we'd better save our stuff. Of course, I kept thinking about it, but never did it. Now it's gone, sigh, along with several other spreadsheets.
I have been keeping up on ReadtheScriptures.com, cuz I like the quotes that are given. The quote for today was quite appropriate.
"If we are well prepared, death brings no terror. From an eternal perspective, death is premature only for those who are not prepared to meet God."My mother is terrified to die. I don't know why. You'd think she'd want to be with her husband, children & parents. I'll have to admit, I'm not ready to lose her.
--Elder Russell M. Nelson, Ensign, May 2005, 18
On another note, Mufasa killed 2 chickens Sunday. We didn't find out until Sunday evening when we took dog food over. Kim wanted us to get the chickens out of the kennel. It was dark, so we couldn't see what the kennel looked like.
The chickens flew into Mufasa's kennel Sunday morning. He played with them, chasing them & grabbing them & shaking them like a big rag doll. They'd squawk & he'd let them go, chase them & grab them again. Once their necks were broken & they were dead, he left them alone. They weren't fun anymore.
We couldn't get a rope around him & so I squeezed my way into the kennel. Once I was in there, Nick held the door shut so Mufasa couldn't get out. I put disposable gloves on so I could pick the chickens up & put them over the kennel wall into the garbage bag Steve was holding. The kennel is 6 feet tall. I am barely 5'2", so it was a reach, especially to hold my arm up high enough to get the chicken over the fence.
We had a plan. I would clean up the chickens & Nick would hold the dog. Steve came out to help us. It was a clean kill, so I didn't need to pick up feathers & guts. I had taken a scarf to put over my face so I wouldn't smell the chickens & gag cleaning them up. Mufasa didn't bother me. He kept trying to force his way out of the kennel. I'm so glad Nick was there to hold the door. Steve suggested feeding the dog so that I could get out without fighting him too.
I cut my arm squeezing into the kennel. It is a 2" cut on top of my right wrist. It bled quite a bit. I took the scarf I didn't need for my face & Nick tied it on quite tight. I almost said something about not needing a tourniquet, but didn't want to incense him. I did need the pressure to keep it from bleeding. I cleaned it up at Mother's. It seems quite superficial, so I did not go into the ER to have it stitched. Don-Mike came home & took over bandaging it. It hurts tonight. I am so glad it was my right arm & not the left. The left is the one I have lymphedema in & it could be quite serious if that arm were to become infected.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Grandkids
Maybe someday I'll have grandchildren. Everyone has their own timeline, so I'm trying not to get antsy. I told Don-Mike & Nick that I was going to adopt some grandchildren & that way I could name them what I want. Don-Mike will have a son named Diesel. He is fascinated by diesel engines. Nick will have a son named Axel. He is fascinated with axels. In fact, my father's first name is Axel. I wanted Nick's middle name to be Axel, but Don didn't. We settled on Elvoid, Daddy's middle name. BTW, Nick hates the name Elvoid, sigh. When we were having this discussion about the names of my grandchildren, the boys informed me that there are Dana axels, so I said he could have a daughter named Dana. No, it's a boys name. I said, no, it is a girls name. It's a moot point really. Dana is a unisex name & I'm sure he'll never have a child named Dana, LOL
Today in the grocery store I ran into Wayne & Carolyn Smart. Carolyn was telling me about their little 4-yo grandson Brendan. She said she would love to include it in the Clifton rural route column that she writes each week for The Preston Citizen, but can't because of his other grandma or something. Anyway, it's too cute not to share & I think she ought to put an account on her blog. She is such a good writer. Maybe it's not appropriate for The Citizen, other people might not have the same sense of humor we do.
Anyway, Brendan's other grandpa died. His mom, Wayne & Carolyn's daughter, was hanging back, talking to someone. She is not one to go right up to a casket, but Brendan was right there by the casket. Brendan has the reputation of doing almost anything. For all Kelli knew, he could crawl right up there with Grandpa. So, she hurries over & Brendan says, "That's Grandpa." His mom agreed. "He has a hat." A military hat was laying on Grandpa. Then Brendan observed, "He has his glasses on." Then his grandma, aunt ... I didn't get who it was, maybe Carolyn will comment & correct me. Anyway he was told that Grandpa was sleeping. I'm sure Brendan's parents had carefully explained what had happened to Grandpa, but Brendan, with all the wisdom of his 4 years, said, "Nah, he's dead."
Then in church on Sunday, he informed a lady in the ward that he didn't have any grandparents any more. They were all dead. That is the only grandparent he has lost. I told Wayne & Carolyn maybe he doesn't look at them as grandparents. Who knows what goes through their young minds?
I remember one time when my boys were little, about Brendan's age, they came home & asked me when I was going to die. I was so shocked. I told them I didn't have any plans on dying any time soon. Why did they ask. It seems that Frances, their daycare provider, was showing Disney films & the mother always died, like Bambi. So, in their young minds, they were learning that mothers always die.
Today in the grocery store I ran into Wayne & Carolyn Smart. Carolyn was telling me about their little 4-yo grandson Brendan. She said she would love to include it in the Clifton rural route column that she writes each week for The Preston Citizen, but can't because of his other grandma or something. Anyway, it's too cute not to share & I think she ought to put an account on her blog. She is such a good writer. Maybe it's not appropriate for The Citizen, other people might not have the same sense of humor we do.
Anyway, Brendan's other grandpa died. His mom, Wayne & Carolyn's daughter, was hanging back, talking to someone. She is not one to go right up to a casket, but Brendan was right there by the casket. Brendan has the reputation of doing almost anything. For all Kelli knew, he could crawl right up there with Grandpa. So, she hurries over & Brendan says, "That's Grandpa." His mom agreed. "He has a hat." A military hat was laying on Grandpa. Then Brendan observed, "He has his glasses on." Then his grandma, aunt ... I didn't get who it was, maybe Carolyn will comment & correct me. Anyway he was told that Grandpa was sleeping. I'm sure Brendan's parents had carefully explained what had happened to Grandpa, but Brendan, with all the wisdom of his 4 years, said, "Nah, he's dead."
Then in church on Sunday, he informed a lady in the ward that he didn't have any grandparents any more. They were all dead. That is the only grandparent he has lost. I told Wayne & Carolyn maybe he doesn't look at them as grandparents. Who knows what goes through their young minds?
I remember one time when my boys were little, about Brendan's age, they came home & asked me when I was going to die. I was so shocked. I told them I didn't have any plans on dying any time soon. Why did they ask. It seems that Frances, their daycare provider, was showing Disney films & the mother always died, like Bambi. So, in their young minds, they were learning that mothers always die.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Hypokalemia
I went to my oncologist, Dr. Broadbent, this afternoon. I had my normal blood check at Cache Valley Specialty Hospital. I called Nick & see if he wanted to meet us for lunch. He said he was already in Smithfield & how about eating at A&W. I said, fine. I wasn't feeling very good, so I thought I'd just bag the rest of my errands. Mother wanted to go Dollar Tree in Smithfield, so I thought we'd eat, then go to the dollar store & home.
Dr. Broadbent called me as soon as he got the results from my bloodwork. We were just getting in the car after our lunch. Scared the crap out of me. I thought my cancer markers had skyrocketed or something. Nick had already left to go back into Logan to get gas at Sam's Club. We were supposed to meet him there.
Dr. Broadbent told me my potassium level was critically low, I needed to take potassium pills STAT. He told me that a couple of times, then told me to go straight home & call my doctor ASAP. I go to a nurse practitioner. I asked him to call her. The oncologist told me I could drop over dead.
Scared me so bad. I was thinking that I've had low potassium levels before. Maybe I could just have a potassium infusion like I did last time. I decided I'd meet Nick, called Don to meet us at Sam's. I thought he could take Mother to the dollar store & I'd just drive myself home. If I was going to drop over dead, I wasn't going to have Mother in the car when I did.
Mother & I had talked about dying on the way down. I said that I had read a quote
Don met us at Sam's. Mother was crying. Nick had a "scathingly brilliant idea." Luckily he was thinking clearer than I was. He suggested his dad take Nana home. I could leave my car at ComputerWise in North Logan & ride home with him. Don agreed. Nick decided it would be easier for Nana to get into Don's car. Mother didn't want to shop anymore.
I called Roxanne (Froeher, Nurse Practioners of Preston) on the way home. She's so level headed. I love this lady. When she said my potassium level was 2.7. I laughed in relief. I told her that my potassium level had been a lot lower than that & I was still alive. She told me people could die at 2. I told her mine had been below 1 before. I'd had an infusion, but lived to tell about it.
When we got home, I took 40 meqs of potassium. Since we don't have a couch in the front room, I laid out on the swing on the porch. Nick pampered me. He got me a pillow, took my hearing aid & glasses. Don went to the store & bought bananas for me. I'm feeling much better. But I'd better not push it & go to bed early. I've been SOOO tired & feel like I'm going to pass out every time I stand up.
Other findings from my visit to the doctor today. My gall bladder is not going to get any better. I was told to check my calendar & find a week that I could take off & have it out. Don't wait until I'm full of infection. Dr. Broadbent checked the depression behind my left ear where the bone was taken out & stomach fat put in when I had the tumor removed. He told me to check with my ear, nose & throat doctor. It is noticeably sunken.
Mother's INR level was perfect for the 3rd time in a row, which is 6 weeks!!! It was 3.0!! How cool is that?
Dr. Broadbent called me as soon as he got the results from my bloodwork. We were just getting in the car after our lunch. Scared the crap out of me. I thought my cancer markers had skyrocketed or something. Nick had already left to go back into Logan to get gas at Sam's Club. We were supposed to meet him there.
Dr. Broadbent told me my potassium level was critically low, I needed to take potassium pills STAT. He told me that a couple of times, then told me to go straight home & call my doctor ASAP. I go to a nurse practitioner. I asked him to call her. The oncologist told me I could drop over dead.
Scared me so bad. I was thinking that I've had low potassium levels before. Maybe I could just have a potassium infusion like I did last time. I decided I'd meet Nick, called Don to meet us at Sam's. I thought he could take Mother to the dollar store & I'd just drive myself home. If I was going to drop over dead, I wasn't going to have Mother in the car when I did.
Mother & I had talked about dying on the way down. I said that I had read a quote
"I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens."Mother said her dad, Grandpa Porter, always said he wasn't afraid to die, he just didn't want to have to go through what it took to die. Grandma Porter died of pancreatic cancer & suffered a lot. Most of our family have died lingering deaths.— Woody Allen
Don met us at Sam's. Mother was crying. Nick had a "scathingly brilliant idea." Luckily he was thinking clearer than I was. He suggested his dad take Nana home. I could leave my car at ComputerWise in North Logan & ride home with him. Don agreed. Nick decided it would be easier for Nana to get into Don's car. Mother didn't want to shop anymore.
I called Roxanne (Froeher, Nurse Practioners of Preston) on the way home. She's so level headed. I love this lady. When she said my potassium level was 2.7. I laughed in relief. I told her that my potassium level had been a lot lower than that & I was still alive. She told me people could die at 2. I told her mine had been below 1 before. I'd had an infusion, but lived to tell about it.
When we got home, I took 40 meqs of potassium. Since we don't have a couch in the front room, I laid out on the swing on the porch. Nick pampered me. He got me a pillow, took my hearing aid & glasses. Don went to the store & bought bananas for me. I'm feeling much better. But I'd better not push it & go to bed early. I've been SOOO tired & feel like I'm going to pass out every time I stand up.
Other findings from my visit to the doctor today. My gall bladder is not going to get any better. I was told to check my calendar & find a week that I could take off & have it out. Don't wait until I'm full of infection. Dr. Broadbent checked the depression behind my left ear where the bone was taken out & stomach fat put in when I had the tumor removed. He told me to check with my ear, nose & throat doctor. It is noticeably sunken.
Mother's INR level was perfect for the 3rd time in a row, which is 6 weeks!!! It was 3.0!! How cool is that?
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