Random Thoughts For 1/1/2017

I’m the only one awake at the moment here in the Diva Den. I was awake for the change of numbers at the end of the date, and then I went to bed. Being a very early riser for work (4am) I was wide awake at 6:30am today.  That darn little switch in the brain click to the “on” position and here I am, sipping coffee and doing laundry before I head over to watch my youngest grandchild.

Hot cup of fresh coffee on the wooden table and stack of books t2017..oh what will happen over the next 365 days? God only knows for certain, but I have a few predictions/thoughts and plans:

  • Mom will keep taking chemo, at least for a bit. The tumor has nested itself against her hip, so this latest chemo (the one that nearly killed her last summer) is being given in a reduced dose, spread over time, in the hopes it will shrink the tumor away from the bone so it doesn’t eat through and fracture the hip. We’ve dubbed it “Pandora” and we know in the end Pandora, being terminal, is going to win, but mom isn’t going down without a fight. I will be beyond happy if she is here to roll into 2018, but it is highly unlikely. Meanwhile we take it a day at a time, making memories in ways I never imagined.
  • I will be making better money as I get my certification to pass meds in Kentucky soon. I’ll keep working in memory care, where my heart now thrives with my adorable, challenging, if you don’t laugh about it you’ll cry, residents.
  • The shop is getting a serious focus, I’m going to be doing more research, pre-planning of what to make, and doing more to schedule releases of stock. I’m taking this more seriously now, not just a fun hobby to make a little pocket money, but to really focus on it as a business.
  • I’m leaving Avon behind. I love the products and believe it them, but I am one woman with entirely too many irons in the fires and need to simplify my life. With so much anticipated in this new year, I have to do some serious pruning.
  • Purge..that is the word, my word for 2017. Purging things I don’t need, wear, have time for…and it will include not just things but activities. If it isn’t building me up, doing something positive for my faith or life, it has to go. If I don’t wear it anymore, it doesn’t fit, whatever the case, gone it will be. This includes other blogs I have, those are being done away with and everything I do post will be here. It is possible I will keep a blog for the shop, but I’m not certain of that just yet. If my faith posts offend, well then I suppose folks will have to skip reading those.
  • In the spirit of simplifying my life, even my page here got a small makeover, just a cleaner look.
  • My novel…oh the changes I’ve made, rewrites, restarts…it will be written this year but with a new direction. I’ve started, stopped, changed things, and started again. But I’ve purged all of that and starting over. As for the non-fiction work? Well, there is much I could say about that, but it is suffice to say at Woman Camp this past Fall, with my church, I freed myself by God’s grace of the burden I was carrying. I thought writing it about it would be healing, but instead I talked to my new friends, other sisters in Christ, around a fire one afternoon. Then I walked through a guided process, alone on the edge of the woods, prayed, cried, prayed some more, then took the veil of guilt and shame that was covering me, and literally dropped it on a fire and watched it all blow away in black smoke that diminished and became clear, crisp air. I’m free from that, washed in the blood of Christ, it is behind me. Perhaps I will write about it one day, here in my blog, to help others be free of the veils holding them back. Time will tell, and God will direct that path.

My coffee has grown cold in my cup, the washer is finished, and I have to be over at my daughter’s in 2 hours to spend a day with my grandson while his brother and parents enjoy a football game.

Happy New Year to all, and God’s richest blessings upon each and every one of you reading this!

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Inspired By A Pink Fireman

Yes, indeed, a PINK fireman! Ya’ll know that I have a soft spot in my heart for fire fighters. Twice married to the profession, and sister to two fire fighter brothers, and a few close friends, they all have a special place in my heart.

You also know my very favorite color of all time is PINK! I love this color, always will. I had a totally, bubble gum pink bedroom growing up. I love the color, it’s girly and well it suits me even when sporting red hair.

My mom is a breast cancer warrior. We don’t care for the term ‘survivor’ in this Diva Den, that is a very passive term in our opinion. You don’t passively fight a battle, and when you have breast cancer, or any cancer, it is an all out fight for your life. Warriors are fighters.

Anyway, you can imagine how fast I headed over to check out this article about The Pink Fireman that my blogger buddy, Pink Kim, at Truly Simply Pink had posted on her Facebook page. I was intrigued to say the least. Then I clicked a link in the article (a great read, by the way), and landed on the site, For 3 Sisters, the sisters, being the 3 sisters of The Pink Fireman, who all lost the fight against breast cancer.

OMG you have to read Marshall’s Story, that while it is long, will rip your heart out and make you go hug your family.

Because of my maternal grandmother and a paternal aunt losing their battle with breast cancer, and my mom’s battle, it is a cause very near and dear to my heart.

There is a page for the For 3 Sisters raising money for their team for The Susan G. Komen 3-day walk in October in Washington D.C..

I was inspired to once again start training and participate in a breast cancer walk.  But which one?  I went to the Komen site and then to the Avon Walk site.  Nothing is ‘close’, though Komen has one in Cleveland which is closer than Chicago or Charlotte.

I went to chat with my sister about the idea, knowing she’d be on board as we’ve done walks in the past.  We were discussing which organization to walk for, and where, when a commercial came on for the Avon walks!  That was like a Divine suggestion.  Besides, we are Avon Ladies, it should be a no brainer.

The Avon walk is a 2-day rather than a 3-day, and 21 less miles, but still, 39 miles is no walk in the park!

I got online and registered.  Ohhhh emmmm geeeee what am I thinking? I am going to be 49 soon, I weigh 180 pounds (yes I’m posting that for a reason..accountability!) and my idea of an ab workout is pulling my sorry self up out of the bed in the morning.  I’d be dead before I made it half way (13 miles) through the first day!  I have work to do!  In 232 days I will be pounding the pavement, sporting pink, outlandish attire, in Charlotte, North Carolina.  I CANNOT WAIT!!!!

I have very much needed a ‘why’ to get my butt in gear.  I get loads of inspiration from my son’s blog, The Yoked Trio, but while it is an awesome read, and makes me WANT to be in shape, it wasn’t getting my ample ass up off the couch.  It wasn’t my ‘why’ as great as my son’s ‘why’ is, and his desire to share it with others to inspire them to find their own reason why to do it.

But breast cancer hangs over my head, my sister’s head, my daughter’s head…like a time bomb, taunting us…will it go off? Or won’t it?  No one can know for certain. But if my walking to raise money can maybe, just maybe, help researchers find a way to make sure that bomb never goes off on another woman in my family, or yours?  That WHY is my drive to do this!  To spend the next 232 days getting myself up off the couch and training so that when October 27th and 28th arrives, I am in my best physical condition to walk that event both days!

Now, I plan to not only walk, but add some weight training to my conditioning, and for that I will be involving my son.  I mean really, look at the body on that kid and it is ALL natural.  So are those of his workout buds, the other 2 yoked dudes.  They work their tails off!  And I’m going to tap into it. If you need body building motivation, hit their blog.

Here is where YOU come in.  I need a few things from my readers.  I need inspiration, motivation, my own cheering section.  I will be posting my progress periodically and your pom poms waving will help!

The other thing you can do is help me raise the necessary minimum donation of $1800.  You can donate directly to the cause by clicking below.  My goal is $2500.  ANY donation is valued and helpful to this cause.


OH and for the record, I wanted to mention that since 1992, Avon has raised and donated more than $740 million dollars to breast cancer programs around the world. Click HERE to read more.

Heather, Lily, Mesothelioma and Beating The Odds

I fell in love with Heather’s  story and agreed to share her post.  Her button is in my side bar and I encourage you to read the various blog accounts of her journey. It will touch your heart without a doubt!

 

As an expectant mother excited to begin my parenting journey, I did everything I could to prepare for motherhood. I ate nutritious foods for my own health and for the health of my unborn child. I never missed an appointment with my doctor. I read every book I could get my hands on to prepare myself for anything that motherhood might throw at me. While my efforts helped me prepare to become a mother, nothing could have prepared me for what happened when my daughter, Lily, was just three months old.

As a young mother to a brand new baby girl, a woman in the prime of her life, I was diagnosed with pleural mesothelioma. The news came as a shock. Pleural mesothelioma is a cancer of the lining of the lung. At the happiest time of my life, I found myself facing surgery in a city 1200 miles from home, chemotherapy and radiation.

Since no parenting books could tell me how to raise my baby girl while battling cancer, I had to rely on my instincts. Knowing that Lily would need consistent, loving care during both my treatment in a distant city and my recovery, I turned to the loving, supportive people in my life who could help me give Lily what she deserved.

I spent the entire first year of my daughter’s life undergoing treatment. My parents took Lily to live with them while I went through the surgery. During my recovery from surgery and subsequent treatment, I relied on loved ones to help care for Lily when I could not. Through it all, I did my best to make life as normal as possible for her. When I felt well, we had play dates, went to the park, and played outside. We spent much of our time, however, simply enjoying each other’s company in the comfort of our living room. Our time together was precious. I wanted Lily to understand that no matter how sick I was, she would always be the most important thing in the world to me.

As a mom, I wanted to do everything for my child. As a cancer patient, I needed to take care of myself first so that I could recover to watch Lily grow up. Finding a balance between my instincts as a mother and my needs as a patient was difficult. I’m grateful for my loving husband, who stood by my side and stepped in to care for Lily when I could not.

Six years later, my husband and I still support each other in parenting as we did during the first year of Lily’s life. We have chosen to be open with Lily about my cancer, talking to her about it without hiding anything. My cancer is as much a part of Lily’s history as it is a part of ours. Our struggles during her first year of life helped shape who she is today: a bright, happy first grader. Cancer brought a lot of good along with the bad. We choose to focus on the gifts.

 

Heather Von St James is a guest blogger for the Mesothelioma Cancer Alliance Blog.

Wine & Cheese – 7th Serving

It is Wine & Cheese Wednesday, the day I devote a blog to whining.  Despite being a really happy, positive person, I do have things that annoy me at times.  I never let anything grate on my nerves for long but thought it would be fun to vent them periodically in my blogs.  I also feel that good things, the cheese in life, should be acknowledged as well.  I’m even going to throw in a bit of dessert, a piece of virtual chocolate, something that made me laugh or smile  just a bit more than normal.

Enjoy some wine and cheese with me!


Wine – 7th Glass

This Is The Way We Wash Our Hands!

I am by no means a germ-a-phobe but I do believe in common sense when it comes to things like using the bathroom and washing your hands.  I cannot tell you how many women I see use the facilities then run water over their finger tips before drying their  hands and exiting the bathroom.  These same ones then use the serving utensils at the salad bar in my favorite restaurants or handle  the coffee pot  in the office.  GROSS!!!  And men,  really, per studies in public restrooms across the country 50% of men did not wash their  hands (compared to 25% of women).  HELLO???? Come on guys, you actually touch that baloney pony of yours and then don’t wash your hands?  How many of you  fire  fighters do that and then go cook dinner  for the rest of the fire  house I wonder?  Or cops write a ticket and hand it off with all the germs you picked up from your dickie-do?  Ladies don’t get too  proud,  25% of our sisters are not any better and might be selling us cosmetics  at the department store counters, or pushing a grocery cart before someone else touches it after they have wiped their kitty and not washed their hands.  REALLY IS IT THAT TOUGH?? Wash your hands!!! Here are some hand washing instructions, including a video for those that are clueless about this topic.

Landscape Losers

Okay you mowing warriors, I’m really pissed off.  Anytime I have to give credit to the ex husband, he who shall not be named, Lord Voldemort, King of the Swine, it just sours my otherwise sweet disposition. (Just kidding Petey boy don’t get your teeny weeny man-kini undies  in a knot)  On my way out of the hood, I pass some pretty expensive, upscale mansion size palaces homes.  In fact several house local TV news and radio celebs.  These folks pay for a lawn service to come and care for their grass and shrubs.  I have no issue  with that, we pay for our grass to be tended as well by landscapers.  I’m fairly certain our boys are not charging near what these others are getting, and yet our lawn boys  are doing a grand job.  For starters the lines are straight, and it looks like professionals maintain our property.   I wish I could say the same for the more expensive in our area.  Today while driving out of happy land to work, I noticed shredded trash on  these palatial yards!  The bozos manning the mowers just rolled right on over disposable cups and other litter tossed by manure minded morons.  Not like it was a lot,  a cup  here,  a bag there, but SERIOUSLY?????  Does the homeowner have to pay extra for you to get off that standing blade buggy and grab the garbage  rather than you just mulching it into their grass??  I’d fire your sorry asses!  The royal ex-oinker would never dream of doing that, his customers lawns are a reflection on HIS service that they are paying for! Pick up the trash you bums!

Antlered Assassins

They’re out there, lurking on the sides of the road, well hidden in the trees and tall grasses,  waiting perfectly still until some unsuspecting motorist  comes by and then they spring into the road right in front of the vehicle.  Brakes lock up, tires squeal, rubber marks the pavement where the motor  vehicle comes to a sudden stop into the side of a deer.  While Bambi might  indeed have died, the car doesn’t usually escape unscathed.  In fact many  times it  has to be totaled from the damage caused by these creatures.  Do NOT be fooled, their beauty is masking black hearts of evil.  They are after us, out to destroy our cars.  They seek revenge for  their  4  legged  soldiers that have attacked and lost the battle to the 4 wheeled enemies we drive.  I know, my sister is on their hit  list.   The place was Stet, Missouri.  Don’t try to find it, we’re certain the United States government uses it for their witness protection program.  A 4-way stop sign with a pole barn for a fire house, gravel roads that  are numbered rather than named, it is  the boonies.  Driving to work one morning, from out of the  field next to her, a deer attacked my sister’s Honda Civic, running right into the side causing $3,000 in damage on it’s mission to take  her out, the 12-point, 220 pound buck sacrificed its life for the assault.  Some farmer  ate well for months, but she became a target of the Deer Assassination Squad.  Ever since that day she is  tracked by the hoofed animals.  Her  vehicles like magnets, drawing them to her.  Her latest encounter again she  won, but not without peeling fur off her front bumper.  Thankfully it was all the damage done, but this one was a professional, it skirted serious injury and ran off.  They are growing in number daily, spying on us (yes we had a ‘cute’ little one looking in the front window  last week), they simply must be stopped!  Hunters, load your weapons, bring me the steaks, chops and ground venison, I  have the grill and chili pot ready!

A Serving Of Cheese

Girlfriends

They come in all shapes and sizes, some younger some older, some are related to you, others are not, but they always have your back, your best girlfriends.  I don’t know if guys have  this kind of bond  with friends, but there is nothing like  a girl’s sisters  in gender.  They wrap around ya when the going gets tough, show up with chocolate and wine, send emails and  IMs  of  encouragement, and understand ‘chicks before dicks’ – never let a guy come between you and your best girls!  I LOVE all you ladies I call mom, sisters, sister-in-laws and friends, you enrich my life, and have made one of the toughest times in my life bearable.  XOXOXO you are ALL amazing!

Medical Science

My hat is off  to all  those  that have paved the way and those today researching, working with determination to beat those diseases that  rob us of our loved ones too early in life.  As my cousin’s 23yo daughter is about to enter a fight for her life, I am awed that in a week’s time they know what she has and are preparing her to fight  it, all thanks to countless hours and dollars that daily research and discover new  ways to combat cancer, among other things.  The medical field  rocks!

Prayer Warriors

To all those that daily answer the call to hit their knees or faces, praying for those they know, and many they do not,  lifting them up and begging God to intervene on the behalf of another.  I believe in the power of prayer, and thank you all for keeping so many in your daily supplications simply because you were asked.  Thank you all SO much!

Dessert

As seen on Twitter  today in a Tweet  from  @margaret_crymes: Martha Stewart: Making you feel bad about your inability to decorate with pine cones & tacky glue since August 3, 1941.


Random Thoughts On A Sunday Afternoon

I took a break from blogging yesterday, with getting up early and working part of the day, and a lot on my mind, I just did not feel much like writing. I was more for relaxing on the deck with a beer and so I did just that. It was SO beautiful too, great breeze, lots of shade, and even the noisy cicadas really were nice to listen too. I am all about windows open if we can handle the temperatures, I love hearing the outside world.

Last day as a married person, by this time tomorrow I will be free! And funny as it sounds, I am happy about it. Less than 24 hours to go and counting! I will no longer have financial responsibility for the mound of debt like the house he is in danger of losing because karma is coming home already to bite him square in the ass. NO sympathy here. Even Mustard, his wonderful, pearl yellow Harley that is in my name, that he is also going to lose soon because he cannot afford it, will no longer be my problem. The divorce papers give it all to him, and he will likely be kissing it all goodbye here in the next year because he won’t be able to afford to keep any of it. Unless he moves in his girlfriend, the one he says is not a girlfriend. She has left a painful wake of emotional and mental debris in the lives of many other men that were married when she sank her claws into them, (not to mention SHE is married), and it is only a matter of time until he who shall not be named finds out what a truly evil little bitch she is, just like all her other victims learned the hard way.  In celebration I will get a new tattoo, but that one I’m not certain of what to have done, looking into it, it has to be something unique.

I do have another tattoo planned, for over the top of my left breast, for my kitten who has been my heart band-aid. It is planned just need the money for it and that will take a bit to pull together. I love getting inked, hurts like a mother *&^%$! in some spots but it is also a bizarre high that I love. I have 3 already, with 2 on deck now and no doubt more will follow in time.  That is  another wonderful thing about being single, no one telling me ‘no’ to more tattoos.  My body is MY canvas and I will  decorate it as I see fit, which  is as it should be.

Pixel  kitten does not have a hernia but is reacting to her sutures it seems.   Add her being crazy and running around playing which is causing friction to the internal ones  and it seems to be an issue.  A  big shot of strong antibiotics and  she seems fine, though short of gluing her paws down she is NOT resting much.  She wants to play and if  I lock her in my room she carries on like  she is dying  so I give  up.  She learned how to get her collar off too so she is moving about in stealth mode periodically, no little bell warning of in coming kitten attack.

I enjoyed an over night  visit with my daughter last night.  She  joined us for our Saturday wine night, which this week we went with a beer, Pete’s Wicked Ale.  She crashed here with  the dog, who woke my mom up at 5am to go outside.  Not sure  why she left  the couch with my daughter to get grandma to let her out.  Then she and the big cat sat outside my door doing their  best  to get  Pixel to annoy me enough to feed them all.  They are like a pack of children.  Today my son is visiting, and soon my dad will be over and hopefully one of my brothers, and we will grill steaks and enjoy dinner together.

This time last weekend I was in a rut of shitty days,  today I am reminded what crap cards in life can really be like.  I am from a big family on both sides, dad is one of 10, mom is one of 8.  I have more cousins than I can count, and I know them all.  I have very fond memories of summer  time when growing up, going to grandma’s over by Elder High School.  My cousins all there, in droves, hanging out,  sipping  peppermint iced tea, eating popcorn made on the stove top to absolute  perfection (never a burnt kernel), and eating Smarties.  Sometimes someone walked us around the corner to get penny candy at the little store.  In the garage were a  bunch of tricycles in various sizes  that  we  stood on the back  of and raced up and down the street  and  driveway.  Some of my cousins  I have felt closer to than others,  one of those is my cousin Patty.  This  morning I received the following  email,  it hit  me really hard.  I read it laying in bed via  my BlackBerry, barely able to breathe and crying through a good portion of it.  The Divas will of  course be here for her and her daughter, in anyway we can, but right now they need prayers.  If you are a praying type, I ask that you please keep her daughter, Michelle,  and their family in your prayers.  I asked Patty for permission to post this in my blog, as I believe  in the power of  prayer and the more we can get for Michelle  the better.

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Some of you know that in the past week we have been waiting for Michelle to see a specialist about a soft tissue mass that was discovered in her upper right arm last Friday when an MRI was done.

About 3 weeks ago, Michelle had some pain in her arm and she thought maybe she pulled something.  About a week later, she found a lump and made a doctors appointment.  Last Friday and MRI was done and everyone thought it was something like a tendon, ligament, or something else she tore.  We got a call Friday night that the MRI showed a soft tissue mass in her bone and it had possibly gone outside as well causing the lump.

Long story short – we got into see “THE” doctor in Cincinnati that specializes in tumors of the bone (Dr. Joel Sorger). Apparently, he is the ONLY and the BEST.  The news we received this morning was not what we hoped.  He told us whatever this is – it is very aggressive.  He said it could be one of three things:  1) a really bad infection of some kind; 2) a benign tumor; 3) cancer.  This thing has actually broken through the bone on her arm and is now both inside and outside the bone.  He told us you do not typically see begnine tumors go through the bone – they either stay inside or outside.  He also told us that a lot of times which cancer, you can see little pieces of bone within the tumor and he is not seeing that either.  Basically, we don’t know.

We spent the day at Children’s in Liberty township today getting a Chest CT (too make sure there is nothing to keep her from getting a biopsy – something messing with anesthesia) and a full 1.5 hours of MRI on her whole right arm.

Friday was a long day for Michelle and me. We got to Children’s at 11:05 a.m. and did not arrive home here till after 7:00 p.m. last night.  Michelle got a Pet Scan which is where they inject radioactive material into her and any bad cells that are in her basically eat it up.  Then they put her in what looks like a big MRI machine and scan her whole body.  The purpose of this test was to see if she had any “suspicious” cells anywhere else in her body.

We did the scan and then were told to go up to the Hematology/Oncology department and meet with Dr. Geller.  One of his doctor assistants came in and took a very extensive family history from us.  Then, in came Dr. Geller with 3 other people in our tiny room. I could just tell (you know, as Mom’s can) that something was up.  I was completely petrified yesterday that this whole body scan would tell us Michelle had bad cells everywhere and if that happened I don’t think I could hold up.

He did tell us the mass in her upper right arm lit up light a Christmas Tree.  He told us that the very good thing is that nothing else..not even one tiny speck…showed up anywhere else in her scan.  This means – it’s only in the arm and no where else.  Now…with good news always comes bad.  He told us that the mass in her arm showed up so bright that he typically sees that when it is cancer. He also added that he would be very surprised if the mass was not cancer.  Michelle and I held up pretty good with that news.  I think all along that was my worst fear, but I was ready for it and surprisingly I think she was too.  He said there was still hope that it could be an infection or non-malignant tumor, but not to count on that.

He started to talk to us about chemo therapy and what type of cancer the thinks this is.  He said he believes it’s a sarcoma (sp?) and that it is an aggressive one.  He also said that he believes we caught this very early and that’s a good thing.

Now…that’s when he talked about the possibility of Michelle having children once she received chemo therapy. It seems that they have no clue how chemo affects each person and it’s wildly different with each one.  There is a chance that having chemo would cause her to go into early menopause and render all of her eggs useless.  I had thought about that once the day before, but Michelle was not ready to hear that news at all and completely broke down right there.  No one should hear at the age of 23 and married less than a year should have their hopes and dreams of having children someday disappear in an instant.  He brought in an oncology fertility expert to talk to Michelle (he had her waiting outside the door) and we talked about harvesting her eggs now — before chemo — so they can be fertilized, turned into embryos and frozen until later when her and Adam want to start a family.

There’s even a catch that… to get the MOST eggs possible, she would receive hormone therapy and it takes 4-6 weeks.  He told us we might not have 4-6 weeks, depending on what he finds out today from the biopsy.  So in that case, they would have to go in and get the eggs surgically — and typically they don’t get as many that way that turn into viable embryos.  So now it’s a waiting game to see exactly what the results of the biopsy are from today and how much time we have to harvest eggs.  We are supposed to meet with everyone back at Children’s on Tuesday to have everything laid out on the table and hear what this mass really is in Michelle’s arm.

He did say that if the mass in her arm is what he thinks it is, they have treated thousands of these and given all of the facts right now for Michelle’s case – there is no reason at all that they cannot treat her successful and she will live to be an old woman.  He said he does not believe this was a genetic thing (so we don’t have to worry about this happening to Casey).  It’s a random thing with no rhyme or reason.  That’s when it hit Michelle that she would lose her hair and asked if she would… all of the nurses said yes and we had another melt down.  I don’t blame her – I don’t even like to go out on a windy day once I have my hair perfect.  You men will not understand, but I know all of you women know that you’d rather have anything else happen to you before you lost your hair.  I really don’t know how to console her on this one because it would be devasting to me too and I don’t have an answer for her.  I could not go and start talking about wigs already so I just hugged her and said we’ll figure it out.

Yesterday was Biopsy day.  Her doctor was Australian and quite a character.  He also told her that he believes the mass in Michelle’s arm is cancer and he thinks it’s in the bone too (the Oncologist did not).  We’ll see on Tuesday I guess.  They went in an drilled the hole that is in Michelle’s bone a little bigger and took what they needed for the pathologist.  Ironically, I got a text from my sister, Theresa, saying that she and Marina (her daughter) were there.  I thought they were coming to sit with us during the surgery, but she was there because Marina’s doctor detected a heart murmer earlier that morning during a checkup and sent Theresa and Marina to Children’s to Cardiology.  Since Michelle was in surgery and Steve and Adam were up there, I ran down to be with my sister who was alone and pretty freaked out.  Marina’s heart was making a “goose honk” noise and every resident, intern, nurse and janitor kept coming in because they never heard anything like that before.  Turns out that it’s pretty much nothing – one of her heart valves let’s a little more backflow happen than it should and now it’s making this noise.  It’s not something to be concerned about so they let her lose.  What are the odds of that?   The only two girls in the family both in the hospital at the same time.

I will keep you all posted.  Even though the biopsy procedure was supposed to be very, very painful, it seemed that last night (with the help of pain killers), Michelle was doing pretty well and even told me she was going to work today.  We find out on Tuesday what the results of the biopsy are and what the next steps will be.  We pretty much know how things will turn out at that meeting – we will just have to be strong and march through the steps to get her better.  I will keep you all post.  Sorry it’s through email but it’s the easiest way since we are spending so much time in the hospital and I have hardly been home since Wednesday.

Please keep Michelle in your prayers – I believe God listens!

Patty