Good evening,
Today, JP and I have been talking. I have way too many crafts (crocheting, sewing, beading, scrapbooking and more)going on plus trying to do spring cleaning. I have decided to take a big step and downsize. Yep, I am going to box it up to do later or start selling my supplies. This is very hard for me to do, but I think it will be easier on my nerves, noggin and my house. I have started already tonight and will go work on more of it.
I have noticed that I have not posted anything else about my surgery and what I am thinking about all this cancer stuff. I will spend more time next week and post more about it.
Have a great night and will see you all next week.
Lori
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
one of those days...
Okay, have you ever had one of those days (I know you have) to where it hits out of nowhere and then everything goes downhill. Nothing specific, just a blue day from nowhere. I had one of those today. It happened “after” I got my bathrooms cleaned, a load of laundry through the washer and dryer and some general picking up. Then it hit – where it came from, who knows, but it did. Now please understand, this is just venting. I am okay with my life and I am ok where we are in this life, today was just too much thinking all at once. I should have hit the pause button.
I wanted to go somewhere, anywhere but why. I didn’t “need” anything, so why spend the money, especially in gas, to drive to town. Then it was “I” wanted to go so “I” could drive and not be chauffeured. It seems where ever we go JP drives or KP (my son) in his vehicle. It doesn’t bother me usually, but today it did. Then I thought, why not, but then I thought why go because the stores would be closing in about 3 hours, I should wait and do a whole day thing, and then it would be worth the gas money. Then there were the thoughts of, I have so much stuff here at home, so why should I go out. I think in the long run I just “needed” to get out of the house. But…. I didn’t. Sooooo… tomorrow with plans or no plans, I AM getting out, even if it was to the library to wander, sit and read. Who cares what I do, I am getting out.
Hope this finds everyone had a great day!
I wanted to go somewhere, anywhere but why. I didn’t “need” anything, so why spend the money, especially in gas, to drive to town. Then it was “I” wanted to go so “I” could drive and not be chauffeured. It seems where ever we go JP drives or KP (my son) in his vehicle. It doesn’t bother me usually, but today it did. Then I thought, why not, but then I thought why go because the stores would be closing in about 3 hours, I should wait and do a whole day thing, and then it would be worth the gas money. Then there were the thoughts of, I have so much stuff here at home, so why should I go out. I think in the long run I just “needed” to get out of the house. But…. I didn’t. Sooooo… tomorrow with plans or no plans, I AM getting out, even if it was to the library to wander, sit and read. Who cares what I do, I am getting out.
Hope this finds everyone had a great day!
Friday, March 16, 2012
I am one lucky & blessed Wife, Mother & Nana
It has been way to long and I am sorry for not posting.
Life just gets in the way and you have to make choices -or- the brain just doesn't remember and it skips over it -or- you just aren't sure what to share. Hmm?? Maybe all the above.
Here is what I have typed up from February 14th (surgery day) to post but it never made it here until now.
When the hospital personnel started getting me prepped for surgery, they told me I would need “two” IV’s. It would be two because of the type of surgery I was going to be having, the Da Vinci Robotic Surgery. It was interesting. To see their expression while I thought “they must be thinking that my veins are just going to pop out and say “Here I am!” at them. It wasn’t going to happen, especially with me being dehydrated for 13 hours. The nurse first tried my left arm and decided after about 10 minutes to give that one a break. She then moved over to my right arm to where she got a good and easy IV. Yeah! I am not surprised because that arm has been a real trooper. It has seen me through way too many blood draws and all but one of my chemo visits. The nurse then moved back to my left arm with the thinking that I was a little hydrated now and it would work. HA! The nurse said there was a lot of scar tissue in that one. What?!? The arm that got so neglected from the blood draws and chemo. Why does it think it needs scar tissue for? She got one in too much of her surprise. The IV needle sat half way out but the fluid was flowing great so she taped it down. The OR nurses gave it a weird look but I guess they decided it was working great, as I woke up with it still there.
The surgery went well with a possible nick of a nerve and a LOT of scar tissue removed, along with the two masses. I vaguely remember my Mom and Sister being there, but I knew one of them touched my toes before they left. I also remember too many times of hearing the nurse tell someone that they couldn’t move me yet because they were still cleaning the room I was going to be move to. How long does it take to clean a room? Who knows, but it seemed like forever.
I found out that JP went and moved the car closer to the hospital while I was still out of it back in recovery. He tried waiting patiently to come back in recovery to see me, but he decided that instead of waiting and waiting that he was going to go through some “restricted” doors and find me. He did find me, but was then escorted back out by nurses saying that he couldn’t be back there. I love him so much!
We finally made it to my room, where we found my daughter-H, her hubbie and my lil buddie J (grandson) waiting for me just outside the door. Later, after I got home and going through the pictures that JP took, I would be so thankful and teary eyed again. My buddie has a way of doing things and they just happen to get caught on film. JP snapped a picture of the nurses on each side of me taking my vitals and getting me settled and there is my buddy gently reaching out and touching my finger tips. Possibly to make sure I was okay or maybe it was his way to say he was ok. I just know that I am one lucky & blessed Nana.
Good night all and I hope to be back a lot more often.
Life just gets in the way and you have to make choices -or- the brain just doesn't remember and it skips over it -or- you just aren't sure what to share. Hmm?? Maybe all the above.
Here is what I have typed up from February 14th (surgery day) to post but it never made it here until now.
When the hospital personnel started getting me prepped for surgery, they told me I would need “two” IV’s. It would be two because of the type of surgery I was going to be having, the Da Vinci Robotic Surgery. It was interesting. To see their expression while I thought “they must be thinking that my veins are just going to pop out and say “Here I am!” at them. It wasn’t going to happen, especially with me being dehydrated for 13 hours. The nurse first tried my left arm and decided after about 10 minutes to give that one a break. She then moved over to my right arm to where she got a good and easy IV. Yeah! I am not surprised because that arm has been a real trooper. It has seen me through way too many blood draws and all but one of my chemo visits. The nurse then moved back to my left arm with the thinking that I was a little hydrated now and it would work. HA! The nurse said there was a lot of scar tissue in that one. What?!? The arm that got so neglected from the blood draws and chemo. Why does it think it needs scar tissue for? She got one in too much of her surprise. The IV needle sat half way out but the fluid was flowing great so she taped it down. The OR nurses gave it a weird look but I guess they decided it was working great, as I woke up with it still there.
The surgery went well with a possible nick of a nerve and a LOT of scar tissue removed, along with the two masses. I vaguely remember my Mom and Sister being there, but I knew one of them touched my toes before they left. I also remember too many times of hearing the nurse tell someone that they couldn’t move me yet because they were still cleaning the room I was going to be move to. How long does it take to clean a room? Who knows, but it seemed like forever.
I found out that JP went and moved the car closer to the hospital while I was still out of it back in recovery. He tried waiting patiently to come back in recovery to see me, but he decided that instead of waiting and waiting that he was going to go through some “restricted” doors and find me. He did find me, but was then escorted back out by nurses saying that he couldn’t be back there. I love him so much!
We finally made it to my room, where we found my daughter-H, her hubbie and my lil buddie J (grandson) waiting for me just outside the door. Later, after I got home and going through the pictures that JP took, I would be so thankful and teary eyed again. My buddie has a way of doing things and they just happen to get caught on film. JP snapped a picture of the nurses on each side of me taking my vitals and getting me settled and there is my buddy gently reaching out and touching my finger tips. Possibly to make sure I was okay or maybe it was his way to say he was ok. I just know that I am one lucky & blessed Nana.
Good night all and I hope to be back a lot more often.
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