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Merry Christmas, Cindy!

What do you do when Holiday Angels give a gift allowing a dream to become reality?

 Say “Thank you!” and live your dream!

I am in Phoenix, Arizona, sharing Christmas and a few weeks with Cindy! I’m so excited and appreciative and amazed at the generousity of some wonderful people.

I flew in on Christmas Day -I almost got stuck at the Dallas-Fort Worth airport after they were given a White Christmas with a side of ice … seems air planes have difficulty navigating ice-y patches and they aren’t equipped for this type of adverse weather. My original flight was cancelled and I was put on Stand By on another flight. There was a kind American Airlines’ Ticket Agent, who granted me the final seat on the last plane leaving Dallas due to ice. Another Holiday Angel =0)  I arrived at 11:30pm to find Rick and Mom waiting patiently after several delays. Mom said something along the lines that with all the chaos my luggage may not have made it, I said I could really care less! I had arrived safely, with everyone else, and that’s what really mattered most to me. Turns out, the luggage was all there! Another blessing!

This morning Cindy called the house and thought she might be coming home (she’s been in-patient getting her pain meds regulated, it’s been a challenge but under control now) -but that will be tomorrow! =0)  Mom and Rick dropped me off around 3pm and I’ve spent the day with dear Cindy. We chatted and joked with each other and some of the nurses <>  and relaxed. Tonight we had dinner, Cindy read some more of her book, by Fannie Flagg, “Can’t Wait to Get to Heaven” and I caught up with some work online. Now, Cindy’s dozing, waiting for the night-time meds to help her sleep through the night. 

Mom and Rick also took me to the National Memorial Cemetery of Arizona. It was the first time I’d been to Dad’s final resting place. I was amazed at the enormity of the Cemetery -so many, who gave so much, so we could have all we do. I took pictures of the Seals of the 5 branches of military,  the cemetery, and Dad’s wall placard. I wasn’t emotionally able to go before now. I’m in such a better place now; I’ve learned a lot about life and death this year. I’m not afraid of death now.  I truly believe and accept that life is a mere part of our journey and death is the beginning of the next chapter. Now, Dad’s memories aren’t painful; they are moments I can cherish. Bittersweet that it’s taken so very long to accept this.


To all my Holiday Angels: Thank you for shining your light on me and my loved ones ~


#141 Canceling Christmas? I hope not


I never have been one to make a big deal about Christmas…but Rick waits all year for it so I try to go along with whatever he wants to do. We did get some very exciting news yesterday that is going to make the holidays much happier for my family. We didn’t win the lottery or anything like that, but we did find out that our lives are about to start getting back to normal if all goes well from here on out. After Rick was hit by a car while unloading his truck at work we had to get a lot of lawyers involved. Three different firms have been helping with getting him the compensation that he deserves, as well as all the medical treatments that he’s had to have for the past few years. A few days ago we found out that worker’s comp wanted him to go back to work and they also agreed that he has a permanent partial disability that will limit what kind of work he’ll be able to do for the rest of his life. I know that I mentioned in an earlier post that Rick thought he might like to go back to working in management of a telemarketing company, and he also wants to work some place where he can put to good use all the experience that he has from being in a truck. Now he’s able to start actually going on interviews. Yesterday his own Dr agreed that Rick is able to start working again, as long as he starts off only working part-time with limitations. We were told that for the first six months he’ll have to also go to physical therapy and have massage therapy to help with the pain of getting used to a work setting. What was funny was that both when the nurse walked in, and then also when the Dr came in, they both came straight to me, took my hand, and asked how I was doing. Rick finally said something after the Dr did it too. Sorry babe, but I’m just more important. jk 😉


We really thought that this was going to be a very sad Christmas because we simply won’t have any way to go and get any gifts for our kids…let alone all the rest of the family and friends that we would normally get a gift for. It’s not that we ever were rich, far from it, but we always managed to find a way to give a little something to everyone. The year before last my mother and I spent two weeks straight baking every kind of cookie we could think of for the family, and everyone else we could think of also received a nice dish of assorted goodies. Chocolate dipped pretzels were the easiest to make so I loved doing those. Mom likes to make candy so we also had a few hundred home-made peanut butter cups…a lot of those ended up at my house because they’re Rick’s favorite. But, last year we didn’t have enough money to buy all the ingredients to make as much as the year before, not to mention that I spent most of November and December in the hospital having surgeries, so I couldn’t help mom bake. I was released from the hospital after my mastectomy late on Christmas day. I missed all the good stuff. Rick did bring me a tiny little Christmas tree in the hospital with a few of my gifts from the family to put under the tree, so I know that I wasn’t forgotten…but it’s never the same as being home with the family. The nurses wanted to know if he had a single brother.


I doubt that I’ll be able to do much, if any, shopping this year, but I do have the knowledge that everything can and will start getting back to normal. I don’t have a clue how long we’ll have to wait for the lawyers to finish with all the final details, it usually takes another six months to find out what the end result will be. But in the mean time, Rick can get back to having somewhat of a normal life again. I love having the house to myself when he’s working, and I know that working makes him feel so much better about himself. None of this was in any way his fault, and I feel bad for him that he’s had to go through any of it. So this year Christmas, although it won’t be back to normal just yet, will be a time when we can at least be happy about life again. All the endless medical crap with both of us has definitely taken a huge toll on all of us, but now we have something to look forward to again. It’s been a long time since I could think about anything in the future and he happy about it. This year we have a Grand Daughter coming, Rick will be working again, and hopefully in a few months we can start slowly paying back all the family that’s been helping us, and if we play our cards right we might even be able to find a few small gifts for under the Christmas tree. This is the one that Rick wants to put up this year. He thinks that he can cut a branch of of out front patio tree and put his favorite little blue ball on it too. For the past twenty five years Rick has managed to hide a blue ball somewhere on the tree, no matter what colors I use for the rest of the decorations. He says it’s ‘special” to him. I think it’s funny.


Justin and Ashley made it to NC, where Rick’s little sister lives, and they’ll be staying there with her for a little while so that they can find new jobs and save enough money to get their own place after the baby comes. I do wish they had moved back to Arizona, but I know that they will be in good hands with Rachael. She always has done her best to help out all of her nieces and nephews when she could. She takes after her father in that way and many others. He was a great man. Rick is hoping that we’ll be able to go and see our Grand Daughter when she’s born, but I don’t know if we’ll be able to just yet. Like I said, it could be a very long time before we see a penny from him being hurt. But at least we know that this whole bull shit legal thing will be over soon. I just hope that I’m feeling well enough to travel that far. I walked a long way yesterday on my crutches to Rick’s Dr and now I’m paying for it this morning….but it was a well wort it trip.

Missing from the Presidential Suite ….

I’ll cut right to the chase. The sky is blue. The sun is really a star. The moon was full last week. Dogs like to jump and give wet kisses. Bicycles have two wheels -I prefer cars, they have four wheels and protect you more during inclement weather. Yes, I’m still in a great mood!

Oh my! I got off track, so sorry! Jess was discharged late this morning 🙂  I haven’t been able to talk to either Cindy or Jess yet, but I texted Rick after I called the Presidential Suite and the phone just rang and rang and rang. Rick said Jess’d been discharged & they were running errands -which I hope consisted of getting her meds & Ensure drinks and perhaps puddings & Icees. Then Justin called and wanted to talk with Cindy. So, after all that, I’m guessing exhaustion hit and hit hard!

Cindy was beginning to sound tired again last night as Jess began to be able to drink the Strawberry Ensure. Then Jess had almost finished an Icee! The really nice nurse came in & stated that Jess looked better and Cindy said she agreed. The difference from yesterday afternoon to evening was dramatic -in a fantastic way! I had not anticipated it being so great, but sometimes, when doctors/nurses listen & hear what a parent tells them about their child, sometimes things turn around. This was one of those times. Chalk another one up for Moms!!

Well, I guess I’ll go on and publish this so you all can rest easy knowing Jess is much better & both are safely home in their snuggle-ly beds. Tomorrow we’ll check in and see how Cindy’s doing now that she doesn’t have to be Super-Mom. I want to be confident she’ll be alright after a day or so.  However, my confidence may not be based in reality … but I can still hope! There’s ~always~ hope!

Good Night All!

Now it’s time for everyone to get a nice massage. Yes, seriously! Schedule one ASAP =0)


Good Gosh! Jess is still in the Bleepin’ Hospital

Greetings Again, Our Fine Readers!Jess's 2nd favorite young man a year ago

I am writing again to share the continuing saga of Cindy & Jess in Thunderbird Hospital.

Cindy’s on an Apple Fritter sugar high after going to the cafeteria to get an iceee for Jess & sounds so much like she used to -you know, back in the days (a year or so ago) before the cancer poked its ugly Frankenweenie head up. Rick is a fantastic delivery person; he takes orders, goes to the house, collects items on the list & returns with them. Guess he’s so good at it cuz it’s like the Repo work -get the paperwork on a car, go to the house, collect the car & return with it. Hmmmm. Pretty much the same job description -only without the pay & benefits. Just sayin’.

The beginning of the week Jess was hoping to be bounced outta there so she could take a special young man Trick-or-Treating. She was sooo looking forward to that -really. Well, something about being in excruciating pain almost all of the time, slinging stuff across the room repeatedly, not recovering from surgery, having some unknown infection, that denies all attempts to identity & destroy it, prevents one from being discharged. Today Jess’s white blood count is at 19,000. Cindy says it could be from new antibiotic ramping her system up? We just don’t know.

Jess is -as you’re likely presuming- still in hospital in lots of pain. Dehydrated (how’s that really happen when you’re in the hospital & the nurses are watching over you like hawks, they see you’re not eating nor drinking as much as you ought to, yet the IV you’re connected to isn’t sufficient to keep you hydrated/nourished -so then they kick the IV-food bag drip rate to hyper-speed causing your bladder to need releasing every 5 minutes. Add to that, the pain meds that are somewhat helping with what pain meds help with, which also make you sleepy. If one sleeps, one’s body can work on repair work much quicker than if you’re writhing around in pain. But you have to get up to pee! Again!!  I just don’t quite understand the logic here -what am I missing?) This is Elaine-not Cindy-who probably has a better grip on that issue, but she’s not answering the phone in Jess’ room … maybe a doctor popped in?

Well, Jess has apparently decided to take after her mother & make her hospital stay as close to a vacation locale as possible. Two days ago, Jess was moved into a room Cindy calls a Presidential Suite. “I know I shouldn’t be excited about hospital room, but I am!” says Jess. The bathroom is the size of the previous room, there’s a space similar to a reception area also the size of the previous room, then there’s the area of Jess’s treatment area. It seems that somehow water drained from the first bathroom’s shower into room below, so maintenance work was required.  This Presidential Suite is also a handicapped-accessible  room -which makes it super easy for Cindy to get to either side of bed in a hurry (seems Jess gets tangled up in the tubes sometimes) or to help Jess in bathroom if necessary.

Back on the home front, Rick bought a weed-eater. Seems like a common item to have, doesn’t it? I thought it was a nice gesture, and would help with how often Cindy would need to go out and pull up the weeds.  I told Cindy that weed-eating wasn’t the same as weeding, but she said Rick “is taking my weeds away. They’re my friends.” Unfortunately, I laughed at her, she wasn’t impressed -she was serious. The weeds are truly her friends. I’m gonna have to be more careful next time -maybe she won’t hold it against me 😉 for too long!

Well, I’m off to play with my dogs who’ve decided the weather is perfect for playing outdoors -it is, too! Carolina Blue skies & a nice 68 degrees, with a hint of a breeze now and then. Beautiful! “Throw the frisbee. Now throw the ball. Now watch while I bury my frisbee in the pile of leaves then dig it out!” says Sparky -3yr old Lab mix.

Jess is recovering … I think


Hello Everyone, it’s Elaine, Cindy’s sister ~I’m back to help out a bit =0)

I’m writing for Cindy because she’s staying in the hospital with Jess. Jess agreed -after Cindy convinced her- to let the doctors remove her tonsils and anything else that was infected in the area. Apparently, it was a lot of search & remove, because the pain Jess is in now is terribly incredibly awful. They removed her tonsils, adenoids and poked around in her sinuses so the infected stuff is gone, but in their place ~serious pain. Cindy said to think of your worst pain and it’s 10 times worse! The doctors said following the surgery, that Jess may be able to go home in about 2 days -which is great news for Jess, since she wants to go Trick or Treating with a very special young man.

Now to back up a little, in Cindy’s last post, she talked about how Jess got to the hospital. No need to go over that again! But this whole illness is baffling to even the Infectious Disease doctor! They put Jess on IV antibiotics and steroids and after 2 days she wasn’t getting better, but worse! Jess was waking up every once in a while screaming in pain, so Cindy had them hook up the pain meds where Jess could push a button to give herself pain meds. That helped somewhat -she was still hurting terribly! They ran all kinds of tests, nothing was indicated in her blood work. In fact, that doctor came in the room, threw his arm up and said he didn’t have any idea what was wrong with Jess! After more scans they finally gave her a different kind of antibiotic for bronchitis and that helped some.

So things were looking better! The four friends Jess hangs out with came to visit -and to be cautious, they all wore masks and gloves. They goofed around took pic’s and joked about it being funny with Halloween coming up & them being in costumes. Jess’s best friend was going to spend the night with her, yesterday, after the surgery, so Cindy could go home and get some rest (she is sooo beyond exhausted). Cindy hadn’t heard from her, so she called her mother to see what time Rick should go pick her up & Wham! Two of the girls who came to visit are sick like Jess. Cindy told the mother to be sure to tell the doctors at Urgent Care about Jess & and that the CDC is involved trying to determine what is going on.

So, Cindy’s still at the hospital with Jess. Mom and Rick did bring her some home cooked food they ate in the cafeteria, ‘though!  Rick joked and said he got all dressed up to go out to eat at the Thunderbird cafeteria! Speaking of eating! Cindy says the only thing Jess has been able to eat is the hospital pudding that comes in a can from the kitchen -not the snack size ones that they have on the hospital floors because there’s something in them that burns the back of her throat- and Sprite! I actually talked with Jess the other day & she said the Sprite kind of tickled the back of her throat with the bubbles LOL. No other drink works, but she’s got Sprite.

Well, that about covers things through late last night. I will relay your comments today -please know we appreciate all of your kind wishes & prayers.