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<span style="font-size: large;">His name is Mavis.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He is ours! We got a dog! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This blog is over 2 month old, but as you know, life around here as been a little preoccupied. But after 10 years of hoping and asking and down right begging, Jeremy finally said yes to a dog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He was owned by a couple in Michigan, and after the wife passed away from cancer the husband was looking for someone to take care of him. I don't personally know this couple, but they did such a great job on this dog. He is amazing...really I say aMAVing and Jeremy just rolls his eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He is 1.5 years old, knows tricks, walks like a champ, and loves his new family. Jeremy is his person, and has been since day one. Which, of course, makes me smile since out of the 3 of us he wants the dog the least. I say this, but will also say he is great with the dog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I was in the hospital and still to this day Jeremy walks the dog when I can't, plays with him, lets him out, feeds him...etc. Thanks Jeremy for taking care of the guy when I can't.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Laila loves this dog so much, he sleeps in her bed every night. All we have to say is "go to bed" and he walks to her room, jumps up, and doesn't get up until we wake her up. And even still he doesn't want to get up. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He loves walks, playing, fetching, tummy rubs, did I say walk yet, his family, anyone who comes in the door, squirrels, and ummm walks. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We love him too! I am so excited to finally have my Mavis.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It started Saturday September 10th, and has been a whirlwind since then. I woke up fine, walked the dog fine (yeap, just wait for this blog) and then boom. I was on the couch and not feeling too great, so I decided to go lay down in bed. I made it half way down my hallway when I started to get dizzy and warm and black started filling my eyes. So I hit the wall, slid down and laid there until I felt I could get back up. It didn't take too long. So I slowly got back up, went to the kitchen and then found the next wall to slide down...it happened again. A quick text to Jeremy and he was right over with juice, toast, and a helping hand. I managed to fell well enough to make it to bed for a 2 hour nap. I got up feeling OK but it got better during the day. I ended up making dinner, doing the dishes...normal things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I woke up around 2 on Sunday with a fever, did my tests around 6 and knew I needed to call the doctors. But still not too bad I stubbornly argued just getting some antibiotics at home. Well, a then-hidden blessing, they told me I needed to come in and just make sure. Seeing as it was Sunday I had to go through the ER, and it was cramped...the Iron Man was the same day in Madison and there were plenty of people who needed attention. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They did all the normal tests, X-ray, Blood work, check heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen level. They poked and prodded three times to get an IV (I guessed it would be three pokes before and I was right...its like I have done stuff like this before!) As soon as they checked my oxygen and it as 91% I landed myself a nasal cannula of the good stuff. It helped, a lot. I had yet to see my X-ray but the 2 doctors I saw told me it looked like I had a bad case of pneumonia. Ok,I thought...lets get IV meds started...I need to feel better before the week is up, I have a talk and gala to go to!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From there Jeremy and I were escorted to a room where I would be staying for a few days. Monday morning they would be a bronc to see what type of pneumonia they were dealing with. No biggie, really in the grand scheme of things...they can fix this. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And then that fear was thrown in face, and out my mouth. I coughed up bubbly blood. "Do you guys see blood with pneumonia?!" The answer wasn't really what I had wanted. I start to get a little nervous. They hav me do PFTs and my beautiful 120% was now down to 74%. WHERE IS ALL MY GLITTER!? They took me down for my bronc and I saw my X-Ray, wow. It actually had me hold my breath and my heart started to pound, my glitter was stuck down low, covered in a cloudy white mess. This couldn't be my X-Ray, could it? And then I started to for get sleepy from the meds. I woke up thinking the worse was over.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I started to not be able to do the little things anymore. They started bump up y oxygen more and more. What is going on? I can't breathe. They bump my oxygen. They say I have to wear a face mask, ok, now I have to do high flow oxygen because regular flow isn't enough. I can't eat without my oxygen dipping down into the 80's. I can't walk myself to the bathroom and then back without the same results. And then I lay down to catch my breath, but there is nothing there. Not enough air and I get scared. I keep telling them I need more help, my oxygen isn't going above 80% now. I need to be put on Bi-Pap. They need to force the air in my lungs. They need to take me to ICU. They are in talks about putting me under, putting me on a vent and letting my lungs heal. No.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear Lord, of please wrap me in your arms. I mange to tell everyone that will listen that they can't let me die. I don't know how to say goodbye to everyone. I only gave Laila a quick hug and kiss...I can't die, I can't leave her. Jeremy was by my side, but how can I leave him too. My parents were on their way from MI, they can't watch their daughter die. I haven't seen my sister in awhile, I can't leave her. So much is up in the air, so much isn't finished. Please, Lord, don't let me die. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My bi-pap would beep when I would stop breathing for awhile, the nurses would come in and remind me to breathe. I had to be reminded to use my lungs. I could no longer walk. I could no longer eat. What is going on?! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Every test they performed came up negative. It showed nothing. Nothing for virus, nothing for bacteria, nothing for fungus, nothing for rejection. They can't find out what is wrong with me. How do you fight something that doesn't have a name? With everything. I was on 3 antibiotics which didn't help. So I was placed on steroids. I was put on 3 days of 500 mg/day dose and then tapper for the next 6 weeks. Praying that this would work, and now praising the Lord that it did. 2 days of being in ICU and I was able to move from bi-pap to high flow oxygen. I could stand up and take 2 steps to use the bathroom. I could eat pureed soup and drink milk. I could now talk to my family and friends when they came in my room. I was slowly healing. I wasn't begging everyone to make sure I didn't die.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was done with two ivs that blew and a midline was placed in, only to have to not return blood when the nurse tried to hard to draw from it. why the haste you ask? Well, that nurse poked herself with my needle and needed blood from me to make sure I had no other disease she could catch. She wasn't happy and took it out on me. I was moved out of ICU at 3 am that night. Through scared, drugged, hazed eyes I shed some tears. I just needed to sleep, so I could heal. But was happy to be back in the land of all my good nurses who took care of me way too well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The gala came and went, and my family all said they had a great time. They sent me pictures all night so it was like I was there. Jeremy and Laila took over and gave one of the best speeches I have ever heard. Yes, my 7 year old got up in front of hundreds of people and read the speech she wrote. Check it out on Facebook if you can. They did an amazing job.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The next few days were filled with tests upon tests, pokes upon upon pokes trying to figure out what was wrong. Maybe I was aspirating all my food, so I did a swallow study...and gagged through the whole things. I don't aspirate my food, that would be such a waste anyways right. Still nothing was culturing a positive. Ct scan, xrays, tests and tests and tests. But I was still getting stronger little by little, and was able to now get up and at least sit up, move to my chair, maybe even walk to the bathroom once in awhile (10 feet away)...but to me all those were victories. A few days later I put my big girl pants on and told them I was going to walk the hallway (with the only RT I really trusted...she even washed my hair, changed my shirt, and got socks for me. I was more than a patient, I was a person she cared about!) and I did. And everytime I walked farther, and a little faster. My oxygen staying at about 92% while on 70% high flow rate. But I didn't care, I was walking. And to keep my energy up I was starting to eat more (which was exhausting...like running a marathon type breathing and sweating) and for extra intake I was drinking a protein shake on top. I was determined, I was getting some fight back,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My anxiety was high, and not much would really calm me down. Poor Sunday doctors got the brunt of it when they wanted to do more tests, poke more. My potassium was high, my EKG had changed. I was done and they all knew it. So much knew it that my nurses came in just to talk. Nate just sat next to me and listened to me cry and talk. Sue came in and brought ice water. Joey came in and just talked football with me. These are good nurses. These are the ones that deserve more. I told the doctors they couldn't come in anymore. That was I was ready to go home and that everything they said was didn't make sense...I asked over and over if the extra protein shake I was drinking had anything to do with my levels being off. Instead they treated me a few times and then put me on a renal diet...with boast which I refused to drink. They didn't listen until the 4 time...I was right. Sometimes you have to be very fully aware with whats going on, and its hard. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The good news is in that small amount of time, I had gone from highflow, to face mask to now a cannula with 2 ml of oxygen flowing through. Thank you Lord! My lungs were still healing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I didn't sleep that night, again. I made a list for 8 am when I would see my team and argue the fact that I needed to go in. 2 weeks was too long. Jeremy came as soon as he could because he knew my anxiety sent me through the roof. I told him and Laila not to come Sunday because I didn't want Laila to see me like that. I wasn't confident, I was scared and not handling anything well. My team, who had been warned, walked in and asked how I was. Followed by a you can come home...I didn't have to argue my points. But I told them I had some really good ones HA!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So we packed up, waited for paper work, waited to make sure I had enough oxygen to get us home, that a at home system would follow shortly so I wouldn't have to worry about tanks. I had to get my midline pulled, get dressed and we were out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I cried most of the way home, just thankful that the Lords will was that I was living and going home. Laila and I were reunited again and there was tears on both ends. we didn't leave eachothers side all night, she even slept on the other couch so she wouldn't be far away from me. I had her hand and I wasn't letting go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jeremy's parents came a few days later to help cook and run errands, take care of Laila. It was nice to be able to still not worry about using energy. Just relearning how to breathe again. I couldn't cook or do much so we needed a little mending. 2 days after they left my Mom came to help us too, she worked her buns off PLUS made some of the best chicken! I just dropped her off today and wasn't ready to say goodbye. I didn't realize I could hate those words so much. Thanks for the help guys!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday I had a follow up appointment and all my labs looked really well! My PFTs were still at 74%, but we will never know how bad they had been in the ICU so my doctor said he was good with that, to keep doing what I was doing and see if this is my new base or if things still improve. I walked my 6 minute walk WITHOUT oxygen and now am able to do things without it. I wasn't allowed to leave the house for more than an hour at a time...now I can start doing things again. I drove today for the first time in a month. I walked the dog I wore makeup. I looked like a girl again...a human again. I have lost about 15 pounds, and am trying to work on gaining that back. Its hard because right now I am diabetic due to the medicine, so I'm trying to figure this out right now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Praising the Lord for everything he has done for me and my family once again. This was a lesson for me in letting it be His will, not mine. A hard lesson when faced with, but once I was reminded over and over and over again to give it to Him, my brain and lungs and heart would relax. Thank goodness He is in control.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is still a long road and I have to rest just as much as I have to be active. Tomorrow I plan on vegging out on the couch and watching marathons of Project Runway. My work literally has to be breathing...I have to remember and expand! I am still on higher dose of prednisone which means I am a crazy person, so if you see me and I kind of shy away...please don't take offense its just for everyones own good HAHA!! Thanks to everyone who have helped us this past month, we all appreciate it more than any words can say.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Enjoy this week and don't let things bother you when they are little, because those little things are just that...LITTLE. That cold will pass, the boss yelling at you will be fine, the bad grade is just a bad grade, to start a fight over something so little isn't worth it. You never know when the last moment could really be that last moment, I can tell you that I will never just give Laila a quick hug and peck goodbye anymore...even if it means we are a few minutes late!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yikes, it has been months. I actually missed writing a ton, so I am back and ready to catch everyone up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We have been pretty busy this summer, and its been pretty fun. Plus we have so much more in the next few months to come.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Our Family Feud episode aired. Did you all see it? If not try and find it, it was such a fun time. And I still think the Sky can be black and white! Ask me about it, I can have you convinced!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We went to Kansas City for a Tigers game and to visit some life long friends. The trip was filled with crummy gas stations, flat lands, and Iowa. But well worth it, always great to go back down nostalgia lane with the Freys (we have known Dan separately since about 2nd grade! Here is where I could slip in some funny stories or inside jokes, I have more than 42...but I will spare you all!) While we were down there Laila knocked one tooth out and the other one almost out. It was pushed out by Daddy 2 later. The dentist said everything looked ok, and she has an appointment in a few weeks so I will be interested to see if he still think it looks ok. The girl split her gum from the tooth to the top, and it still has a split. Praying that everything will still heal well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We celebrated our 10 year anniversary July 2nd. Wow, 10 whole years. Making it 18 years total we have been together, passing the mark that we have been together longer than we haven't in our short lives. We were just babies, a sophomore and junior in high school. Again, babies! It blows my mind. We have grown up together. Had a great time, and waiting for the bigger celebration later this year. Hopefully!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jeremy's oldest brother Ben, his wife Leigh and our 3 nieces and 1 very cute nephew came over the 4th to celebrate with us, and again it was a fun filled, non stop, on the go weekend. And once again I wouldn't change a thing. This past weekend Jeremy's youngest brother, Nick, and his wife Theresa came and again, we had so much fun. We ate, ate, and ate...its what we do. We haven't seen them all since Christmas so you can imagine the catch up, laughs, talks, and fun we had.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Its been good. My lungs are still great, but a little sluggish with the missed sleep and all. But nothing some extra TLC won't fix. I good mixture of exercise, sleep, and good eating. But, no, its nothing to worry about. My numbers still rock!! I have often thought this year of all the things I probably wouldn't have been here for. I wonder how much would have been different, how some people would be different. Its hard to think about, but once in awhile my mind goes there, and the emotions catch the best of me. Then I get a hug and eat a caramello and everything goes back to the back of my mind again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I finally found out that YES, I do have a slight hearing problem. But YAY for me not being crazy and imagining the problem. I have a toning issue, making it hard for my tears to not jumble sounds basically. So, I need to do some exercises to help train my ear. Its hard, and I find myself getting frustrated with it. So if you are talking to me and there are others noises around and I ignore you, its most likely that I can't hear what you are saying or that you are saying it to me. It was caused from some antibiotics that I was on for some years, but in the long run I do understand that the issue I have now is better than what could have been without that medicine, without that bandaid that helped me last as long as I have.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hope you are all having a great summer, enjoying the sunshine, warm weather and the outside. We sure are trying around here! Soaking it all up before the weathers changes for the fall in a few months! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was blessed enough that my mom came to help. She helped a ton, and thanked the Lord for her many times. The weight of Laila having a normal(ish) life was lifted as much as guilt allows it to. Also thanks to Jeremy who handled me well. And my other 2 visitors while I was in....great catching up with both of you!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I packed my bags, full of comfy clothes and things to do during the long days. Every Team Cassie shirt, cute new socks, my fav pants, the game SET, coloring books, magazines....etc etc, and Jeremy and I headed off to Madison on Sunday night. I had to be at the hospital before 5:30 am. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was ready for the headaches to be gone, the pressure in my sinuses, the infection gone, and just get to the next level of the process. I was so excited about the thought. After three pokes, they finally got a sort of good IV in and without warning gave me the relax juice. I just remember telling the anesthesiologist he was a trickster, going into the OR (and thinking it was so tiny compared to the transplant one....well duh) and moving unto the table. Then waking up in pain, Jeremy wasn't there, and I wasn't sitting up much. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">They didn't do anything to my nose that day, they treated it like a brand new baby...a brand new baby that they didn't want to bleed all over the place. So they told me to rinse 8 cups of salt/steroid meds through my nose a day to help it heal. But did also say everything looked good considering what they all had done, And the best news...all the infection was cleared out and it had only cultured staph. No ultra nasty bug. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On February 15th Laila had her tonsils out. She did really well, didn't cry too much, expect when I first got to go into recovery with her. This was one of those moments I thanked the Lord for a healthy child. It was so hard to watch her do that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She ended up having to spend the night because she threw up blood, but in reality we are pretty sure it was her red medicine she took 10 minutes before that. Come to find out, her body reacts much like her Moms. Whenever something happens that it doesn't like, it turns into a high fever...but only for the first part of the day. So for a few days we sat and cuddled and took pain meds (well one of us did) and slept. And slept. But she is all healed and doing now praying bugs stay away from that child.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have also been very busy with doctors. I had a skin check for abnormalities, and they found nothing. So all the years of sunblock, umbrellas, hats and every other form of shade has worked in my favor. She said I have done everything right, and to keep it up. So my skinny white legs will stay so porcelain this summer, again. And knowing the numbers I have vs. the numbers others have that don't follow some rules....I will take my legs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My sinuses have also been a beast lately. Like I can't get them to act straight. So after a few years of trying to struggle with sinuses that pretty much are my least favorite thing...its time to go in and fix them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sigh, another surgery. More proof that I just don't think I can do anything normal. But I am alive, I am breathing, and I am ok. So in the next few days I will have a date set for that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Work is going very well. The kids are starting to get to know me, and the girls I work with a nice too. They have been awesome about the time I have needed for Laila, and my health so far. Very blessed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The next few weeks are packed full of fun things, I am looking forward to it! I will try and get on the computer next week to write more! Now I need to go make more lists, and try not to fall asleep too early!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had a doctors appointment yesterday, on a cold winters day. It wasn't really a "planned"visit, at least not a planned for more than 4 days type. With all the germs flying around and this nasty whatever I have in my sinuses that hasn't gone away with 4 weeks of antibiotics, my doc wanted to check me out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I admit I was a tad nervous. I had to fess up that I was around more than your average germs, I had to fess up to having a job, and had to fess up to being sick. But once again, the Lord has me in his protective arms. My xrays must have been clear of crud or infection because nothing was ever said about them, I walked 1920 steps in 6 minutes and my oxygen stayed pretty normal around 97% (although I liked seeing that 100% I had for over 1.5 years....I'm wondering if my body is just so use to O2 now that its getting lazy with it. Expand those lungs and get back to that 100%! But here is the kicker. The levels in my lungs went up even more. Yes, thats right, they are even higher. They are now at 119%. Can we all just pause and look at the number for a moment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I mean we are talking about the little CFer right? The 1% less than 120. Thats like more than 500x better than I was pre transplant. I was in tears yesterday after I saw this. Happy happy tears. I am living pretty close to how an average normal person lives. My mind can't comprehend this. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On a sad side note. One of my nurses is retiring and yesterday was the last time I will see her...at least in that setting. She was a blessing. The first face you saw going into clinic, and even when you were sick she would smile and get a smile out of you. She made me feel so loved, always did. She told me how happy she was that I was there, living. That she remembers everything about my journey since I started at UW. I will miss her so very much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The little bit of me inside (Ok I say little but really its HUGE...more than I will ever lead on) is still wanting to know anything and everything about my donor and family. Its hard for me to know that their lungs are inside of me, keeping me alive, and so unbelievably emotionally undesirable to me; and I don't know anything about the person they were born into. Like these lungs, think about it, had a good home for who knows how long and now they are mine. The ones I was born with are in a garbage (and some pieces used in research!) and the ones I breathe with now don't belong to me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And thats how I treat them, they aren't mine. They were a priceless gift, given to me blindly and I need to take care of them better than I take care of any other things on or in my body. OK, but to get back to what I was going to say...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I asked if anyone knew anything about my donor...basically age and sex but nobody knew. But....BUT...I found out so much about my potential first donor. My dry run donor from back on the July day. Like I know their story. I know it. Crazy emotions right now. Even though those lungs couldn't survive in me, I now know who that person was. I know about them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Right now I feel like I can't say much on my blog for probably dumb reasons, but at the moment don't feel comfortable. This helps some sort of mental state of limbo a tad. One of the donors I know, even if its not the person who lives inside of me, its the person who still signed their donor card and therefore was giving me a chance at life. I still am so thankful for that. And of course thankful for the surgeon who know that those lungs were too damaged from the cause of death. I can't even tell you the feelings, in full, of how and what I am feeling. I don't even know if any of the things I just wrote really make sense.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was the Milwaukee Wineopener and I was asked to be the speaker. There really isn't too many things that humble me more. I open up about my story of CF patient turned transplant survivor. To this day all the emotions run high when I talk about it, and at events were everyone there is her to support people like you...wow, tears and smiles both flow pretty steadily. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The feelings of pre-transplant come flooding back. The getting ready to die feeling that my brain pushes back are now brought up to the foreground and I need to take to minute to remember that, yes, I am breathing. Yes, that is cool air coming in and out of my lungs. Yes, dying has been put on hold. Deep breathing, expand those beauties and show everyone what donations can do. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I said it lastnight, and I will say it again and again. Without people like those who were there lastnight, and people like you who have supported, donated, and helped out...I wouldn't be here as long as I have. I wouldn't have been a sister, daughter, wive, and mom as long as I have. Isn't that crazy!? Thank you all and give yourself a hug from me (and my family.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bid for a cure set a new record for the event, and that money and donations from other events help make a cure something that could happen. The cure for CF may be too late for this girl, but if it means that there are little girls and boys out there right not don't have to worry about what CF will rob them off, of hurting them, then I will forever speak (or volunteer) and the Foundation. I will forever do my part and make CF stand for Cure Found. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I meet incredible people with some incredible stories at events. I get to catch up with so many I have met in the past. I hear from parents how well their own children are doing. All from putting skis out and going in the snow, to moving on to the next big chapter in ones lives....and the best part if these things are huge for CFers, for their families. I talk to parents about how they feel about their child, about the accomplishments. I really have no words for the feelings I get when I have conversations with them. No words. I not only understand a little more the thoughts and feelings of my parents when I was young, but can understand the scared hope in their eyes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Keep on fighting CF warrior and caregivers, keep on fighting!!!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-18455480699213332222016-01-27T19:38:00.000-08:002016-01-27T19:38:29.158-08:00I did another Random 25<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">12. I use to play the piano, and when i say "play" I mean I can do alto/soprano line once in awhile. But have a thing for the cello...swoon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">13. One of my favorite things to do with Laila is sit on the couch and read to her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">17. School supplies items are a weakness of mine, especially pens, pencils, and notebooks. I am sure its so I can make all those lists.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">18. I have always wanted to smell like peppermint. My soap is peppermint. My lip gloss. I want more peppermint.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">19. "Son of a Preacher Man" was always ad-libbed as "DAUGHTER of a Preacher Man" while sung by the Zell girls.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">20. I hate unloading the dishwasher. Like loathe it. Its the worst household chore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">21. I can speak the Lords Prayer in German, but thats about if after 1 1/2 years of German (don't ask about that other half I didn't do!!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">22. I have broken my medical ID 2 times...and its currently broken and I need to fix it so I can wear it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">23. I was friends with Jeremys best friend before he was. Well, I knew him..."friends" is a loose term. (FREY!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">24. My eyes are all sorts of messed up. One is Atonic and the other is Neutonic. Because I can't have anything quite normal HA! (Although I just tired to google the second and found nothing...I'm super intrigued now!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">25. Jeremy bought our wedding rings from a pirate...at a bar...in WI. (And I pass this place whenever I go to work)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-65502218558980468922016-01-16T07:02:00.000-08:002016-01-16T07:02:19.548-08:00The Rundown<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Can we avoid the fact that I haven't written in 3 months? NO?...well, just consider it all as "no news is good news." I do have the guilt of not keeping up on it, not for the sake of thinking everyone is so interested in my life. But the fact that this is all suppose to be for something Laila can go back on in years to come and read about the journey we went through. (HI, LAILA!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We all dressed up to spoil Laila (surprise, surprise!) for Halloween. But to be honest I think we all had more fun than she did! I mean, I got to dress as the MAD HATTER!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I celebrated two years since my transplant! Two whole years and things are going so well. So well! I feel so blessed with my story, a Cinderella story...true fairy-tale. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This year I wanted to celebrate as a family, the 3 of us. And because I love watching, more than most things, my child smile ad get excited we went and watched the Peanuts movie in 3D (and super fun because we had the entire theater to ourselves so we could just talk and giggle the whole time! Followed by an awesome dinner to a nice restaurant. We got all dressed up, Laila in high heels and everything. We talked to our girl out how this is the place that you use every manner you know and oh my goodness was she cute! And I think Jeremy smiled pretty much all day, and I cried all my emotions all day. I wonder if those two things will ever change. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jeremy's oldest brother and his wife had a son (oh my word people this boy is so sweet!) and we were blessed to be his Godparents. And Jeremy preformed the baptism, such a wonderful thing! I love that our families are continuing to grow!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We went back for Thanksgiving and Christmas this years as well. Both holidays were filled with family, food, and the Lord. We were beyond spoiled again this year. Some of my favorite gifts were: my makeup (girl can never have too much), my 2 necklaces, my purse, trash can (long story here folks, but go with my excitement here!!) Jeremy's Avett brother CD.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I also celebrated another year I beat CF, and rocking new lungs while I did it. I was till home in Michigan and this birthday was so much fun! Started out with church and family brunch, then ice skating, and dinner out. I don't think my family have laughed as hard as we did that afternoon and evening. Even dinner was well done (get it Mom, Dad, Jer and Ang...GET IT!!) I got a new coat and comfy scarf, star wars shirt, planner for lists...just to name a few. I also got a carrot cake because its my dads favorite and the next day pork roast. Ever since we were little we got to pick a birthday meal that mom and dad would cook us...might be one of my fav traditions!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The beginning of January I started a job. I am very excited because this means I am feeling healthy enough to do so, and I can help my family out for awhile. I do miss being a stay at home wife and mother, but seeing as Laila is at school I get the chance to work while she is there. I have been enjoying the days that I have been able to go! With that said, germs have hit our house. Sunday and Monday the stomach bug grabbed a hold of the littlest one. And as of Tuesday I have strep and who knows what else, I have been on meds and can't seem to quite shake whatever this is. But hoping to go back to work next week.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That brings us up to speed, up to right now where I am sitting at my computer drinking my morning cream and sugar with coffee, out of my Choose Happy coffee mug wondering if its too late to eat the Chinese food in the fridge or if I should go for the normal cereal. Prepping myself to get in the shower and maybe do something before the day starts. Laila is at a sleepover. Jeremy is of course all ready getting his day started. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hope you all had a great few months. That you are keeping warm in this weather. Staying away from the nasty bugs going around. And have a good Saturday, no matter how you spend it. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-67780093105457172312015-10-14T20:50:00.003-07:002015-10-14T20:50:31.809-07:00Numbers<img height="400" src="https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xaf1/v/t1.0-9/10400000_10207073979427557_1879603398484095859_n.jpg?oh=ed7535df2b2383b2cec5ead23cc677f3&oe=56928F65" width="400" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had a doctors appointment last week and I am still blown away with this whole breathing thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Every single number on all my tests went up. Although my oxygen "was only" at 98% on my walk, not the 100% I love to see. But Dr. Sonetti wasn't worried, especially because I walked an extra 100 steps from last time. I gained 2 pounds, my lung function went up 1% (for a total of 117%) and my chest Xray was clear. I learned I didn't need a bronc anytime soon, don't have to go to clinic for another 6 months, and am still a star transplant recipient. Such beautiful glitter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I did have to gain two more doctors to the already long existing list. One is a skin doctor, just to check over everything since skin cancer is more prominent in transplanted people, and the longer I am out the more likely it can be. So, yes, I am a pale person all year round and when I do sit in the sun, I SPF up...and often. Its OK, pale is beautiful. A porcelain princess. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The other doctor, unfortunately, isn't for preventative reasons. My hearing has been pretty bad lately. I have to ask what about a million times, and ask the same question over again because I don't hear that a person responds. I can imagine thats pretty annoying, if you want that answer for sure...just ask Jeremy. There is always a low tone in my ears and a full feeling. I am hoping it can all be fixed. Plus its odd because I am not on any meds that should give alarm for this. But hopefully in a few months that will all be answered. So, in the mean time, just talk loudly around me HA HA!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On Sunday, September 27, Jeremy got a divine call to in Sun Prairie, WI. This is also where Jeremy served as Vicar. So many emotions have gone into the last few weeks. Please pray for Jeremy as he deliberates where best he can serve his Lord.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am coming up on my second lungiversary and trying to figure out how to exactly celebrate. I feel it will be pretty low key this year, which is fine. Maybe we will finally go out to eat, like we were going to that night we got that call or eat the steak that we left thawing in the fridge. Its always fun to just be able to be normal, and do all those things healthy people do...so maybe I will celebrate by drinking coffee and running errands. Oh the normal life!!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-84244872563407972452015-09-09T09:04:00.003-07:002015-09-09T09:04:30.354-07:00Not sure of a good title...<img height="266" src="https://scontent-ord1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpl1/v/t1.0-9/11952045_10207068163933126_2106639344755996452_n.jpg?oh=9cb14d2cb40376ce0997e3c5d90c5ff8&oe=5670DE26" width="400" /><img height="266" src="https://scontent-ord1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xtp1/v/t1.0-9/11924258_10207068163693120_1074058696651767886_n.jpg?oh=a841b5f032a464101aa2e40ba21627b5&oe=56A207B1" width="400" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Its September and it seems like time is flying. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Laila started school as a first grader, and I wish I could time freeze everything. She is just a funny, artistic, energetic, dramatic, stubborn, beautiful, too smart for her own good, little girl. She gives me reasons to laugh ALL the time. Her sense of humor in not missing. Her patience maybe, but not her sense of humor. She is in piano and ballet this year, and loving both. It goes with her artistic and dramatic side. She loves dresses, glitter, hair pretties, riding her bike (which she just learned to do before school started), horses, crayons, singing, cooking, Yahtzee, baseball, and just being a free spirit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jeremy is working hard, whether it be at his office and church, or his temporary office on our new patio. He also started the fall routine, of teaching classes, and classes, and meetings, with a side of meetings. He has been enjoying listening to the Tigers, having people over on the weekend, sweating this summer since it will be chilly out soon, getting caught up on Dr. Who (which he and Laila both really like, I just think it looks like Power Rangers for adults. Those 2 are just crazy) and peace and quiet while Laila is at school! Right now he is working on the service for Christ the King...and singing hymns while he does it (and getting a tad upset because his computer just closed his program!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been feeling very good lately! My lungs feel great, and all tests I do at home are high...good lung function. My energy comes and goes, as well as my shakes, but I have been pretty good about just listening to what my body tells me. Hence the 8 hours of bing watching Greys Anatomy on the couch yesterday. But other days, I don't stop until I hit the pillow. I actually have really been enjoying this normal life. I have been meal planning, cleaning (TONS), sitting on the new patio reading, cooking, enjoying the company we have, and always trying to plan the next month out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am still learning that my body is different. YAY, I can breathe! But, man, it was a long road to get here. I am often reminded of that road when I see my scars, hear the stories, or when my hand rubs against the wire in my chest. YAY, I can breathe! But man, again, that road was hard. I was close to death. And even though, like I have said before, I didn't see it at the time, but yes...I was in fact dying. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I just said to Jeremy the other day, its weird to think if I would not have been blessed with those lungs at that time, I wouldn't be here right now. And I know what you are thinking..."you don't know that, Cassie!"...but let me tell you I do know that. I understand that everything is/was in God's hands, so if he wanted me to live on 18% lung function for years, that I could have. But I remember that feeling of not breathing. I remember the feeling of dying. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The transplant, the dry run, the almost dying. They have all changed every part of who I am. And I am not just talking about physically changing which lungs I had. I am talking about mentally too. I can say that all of it is behind me, I can. I can say I think more about living now, than dying. And I am. I can say that all that doesn't matter now, and I guess it doesn't. But it all shaped me into the Cassie I am today. The one sitting here writing this blog. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She is so different than who I was. And I think that's ok, right? Sometimes I wonder. I wonder who I was, and if I ever liked that person. Or if I like this person. They are honestly so different. he strange thing is, I am not sure when it all changed, it was so gradually fast, that I blinked and missed it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But I will save all that for another time, another blog. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-26078674656670430152015-08-16T13:19:00.001-07:002015-08-16T13:19:28.152-07:00Last bit of summer vacation<img height="400" src="https://scontent-lga1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpt1/v/t1.0-9/11870733_10207011048865285_5928857265335226568_n.jpg?oh=add9b6eef7b1a43513e562d759b14cd8&oe=5636ABD4" width="400" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Its August and that weird empty feeling hits yet again. Summer ends, school begins. I just don't like August and really never have.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Laila starts school in a week and again this mother is not ready. I'm enjoying the late nights, lazy mornings, and just the freedom that summer always brings. This week, the last week, is full of all the last minute things. Home visit from Lailas teacher, ballet try-outs, Lailas doctor appointment, last bit of school supplies, trying to finish as much as our summer list as possible. Oh, I want to start all over again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We just got back from our almost 2 week vacation, and like everybody else our vacation was anything but relaxing. Cramming everything we could in, and still not getting everything in due to lack of time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We hit up a Tigers games at Comerica (Lailas first home game), birthdayparty for our niece, meeting the newest member of the family (gah Benji...so cute! Just look at the pic), deck party, and FAMILY FEUD.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Zell Family flew down to Atlanta and taped the show! Oh my word! Steve Harvey had me rolling, I had tear in my eyes. The whole experience was crazy and awesome and exhausting..so many emotions in so little days. We will air sometime in May or June...so stay tuned! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My health has been so amazing, I have no complaints. My lungs are working better than ever and I say a thankful prayer at least 2 times a day. I am so blessed to have this blinged out gift. I really hope one day I can thank my donor as best as I can. I hope that one day I will hear from them. This part is hard. I always imagined I would hear from them, that I would meet my family. Get to hear stories of my donor. Still praying that they find comfort, and that one day they will want to hear from me and know how grateful I really am...words honestly will never be enough, never give justice to how grateful we all are!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The rest of my family is doing great too. Mom and I are both trying to tweak a few things in order to feel the best possible, but we will get there. My dad is enjoying having a semi healthy family. My sister is having a ball with her new condo and growing her own veggies...her cucumbers are tasty! Jeremy is starting to get ready for the school year and planning the next few months, he loved Atlanta and has some funny stories! Laila is, well, Laila. She is growing like a weed and has some pretty good lines...not sure where she comes from (ok, I know, I know, she acts just like me!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hope you are all doing as well as I am. Keeping my chin up, nails polished, and house semi-clean. I finally after months got my medical id bracelet fixed...big news for me. Also excited that I have been grabbing my camera and clicking away, and still have some more "appointments" to come...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Enjoy the last bit of summer!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-78540778964565476252015-07-14T19:34:00.001-07:002015-07-14T19:34:29.330-07:00Summer, Summer Time<img height="400" src="https://scontent-dfw1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xfa1/v/t1.0-9/11666152_10207123383702633_3644549960416081406_n.jpg?oh=9a6d0494bb97829eb57915844d577270&oe=56141C62" width="400" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Happy Summer everyone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, I hope you all are having a good summer, full of nice weather, fun times, and lots of relaxing. Ours has been so crazy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We made a list of thirty things to do before summer, and we are more than half way through. Hoping to do a few more this week. Summer is flying by so I am trying to make sure everything gets done, without a rushed "must do" feeling. Tomorrow: a simple picnic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We have had a lot of people visit this summer. Its such a fun thing. And I am excited to say my mom and DAD are coming over later this month. I am excited to have them here and just be with them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Laila and I have made it back to Michigan for 2 baby showers and some fun. Crossed off KAYAK from out r summer list while we were there. And we are headed back in the begging of next month. BECAUSE...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are headed to Atlanta for Family Feud! Hoping the Zell family makes it on, and then keeps making it on! We have been practicing our "Good Answers" a ton, so much so that Laila even says it to just about everyone. The whole experience seems like a dream, its crazy and everyday we seem to get more information on the next step. Once in a lifetime thing right here, and very excited to help Mom cross something off her cancer list.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The last few months have been a little tough for me. My lungs are doing awesome! But my body just hates everything I do. My lungs love my medicine, the rest of my body could leave it. I feel like I am abusing every other organ I have. I am tired all the time, my self image has been low and keeps getting lower...I hate what I see in the mirror (and NO I dont want you all to say Im pretty, so please don't.) I cant get motivated to do too much around the house, so putting shoes on during the day helps me get moving, until I crash on the bed. My body seems to not want to do anything, including my body. I am anemic now, so I had to add iron to my pill box. I had a little scare so they biopsied my uterus...thank God it all came back normal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I found out I do have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. This hit me hard. Just another thing that I can't control. I am not aloud to take hormones with the rest of my medicine, so to get any relief or "cure" would be to have more organs taken out. I can't even think about this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I keep telling myself this is all mind over matter. Just as I did when I was recovering from transplant. Set my mind to it and I can make it all better. Its scary. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But with it all said, I am still trying to make sure we have a good summer. I don't want school to start without that list complete!! So here is to the rest of summer with a smile on!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-8392351097043514062015-05-14T19:50:00.000-07:002015-05-14T19:50:42.681-07:00Battle Wounds<img height="400" src="https://scontent-sjc.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xta1/v/t1.0-9/11107181_10206104486761799_2525362005850875411_n.jpg?oh=71d74cb4409dec0b5e0b1e860936cbde&oe=55D15150" width="265" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This one was is pure selfishness. It was for me to try to be OK with myself and everything imperfectly perfect about my body. I crossed this one off with a little bit of excitement and a whole lot of nervousness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My scars. I had pictures of all my scars taken.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">First, thank you to Twig and Olive for being as wonderful as ever and once again capturing a moment in our families lives. Courtney made me feel so beautiful. I am telling you, if you live in WI you should check them out, some of the most beautiful photography I am ever seen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There isn't a part of my body that doesn't have a scar on it. I wear most of them with pride. A sacrifice made in order to keep beating Cystic Fibrosis. Looking at them, they are far from beautiful; yet the story behind them blows me away. I am a survivor, they tell the most detailed story of my war. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am going to post a few pictures below. But as you can guess, the position of my transplant scar is going to hold me from putting that scar on the blog. I don't want to offend anyone by what they feel they would see. But I will put a few of my other scars. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is, ummm, very scary for me to do. I have lived my life trying to cover up my battle wounds from the world. The reason? The world isn't ready for it, its human nature to stare and wonder. If I could stop everyone I see and explain it all to them and the reason I have each one, I would feel better, I could do it confidently. So I suppose I am not ready either, I am not ready to not care what people think when they see them. So I beg of you to understand my shyness in doing this, in unveiling yet another ugly result of this killer disease.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lets start with my transplant scar. Its big, its about 20 inches long. It starts from 6 inches below my armpit, makes a clamshell shape through my ribcage, and ends 6 inches below my other armpit. I had 58 staples to close that bad boy up. It now looks pretty amazing, it healed very well. The interesting part is on my right side of my sternum, you can feel where they cracked me open. I am a little lopsided HAHA! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The chest tube scars. I had five chest tubes after transplant, each about the the size of your finger. I still am amazed that my body handled that many...honestly my body gets little woozy and sore when I talk about all this. I have 3 scars on my left side and 2 scars on my right. Each tube ran through a space in between my ribs and they were stiff, and I could feel it rub against my ribs. Those scars, although necessary, were a pain in my everything...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You all watched as I got my port, and now have it removed. Laila plays with this scar weekly. She likes talking about it, she remembers Mom having the "ball" in her chest and now its just a reminder that she can squeeze mom extra hard without having to worry about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My Gtube scar. I had a feeding tube when I was younger. I still remember my first week of high school basketball not sure how to address the thing coming out of my stomach. I could just quickly change with my back towards everyone. I could ignore it and just change in a stall. But it was my first step in just trying to be normal with battle wounds. So, I just got everyones attention and showed them, because I didn't want to have to worry about hiding. In college I had it removed and then as an adult got another one placed, and you were all with me as I got to get that removed too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The battle wounds that make me the most anxious. I don't wear shorts, rarely wear shorter skirts, and goodness if you can get me into a bathing suit I will most likely have something covering me up! In my early 20s I was placed on an extremely high dose of prednisone and for way too long, and even though my lungs healed, my skin never could. It still is having problems (especially since I am on prednisone for life.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You will see a few under my arms, and on my elbows, but the worst is my legs. I have stretch marks covering my entire thigh area, and now slowly going past my knees. A Zebra would be jealous of the markings. My skin is weak, and it hurts. I didn't wear jeans for years, and honestly, don't wear them too often now. I've tried to look at them as beautiful, but can never see anything but a disaster. Me telling you all this won't change my mind set although I pray that it would. Yes, I do hope it will help me with the worry of wearing shorts and skirts...I made a promise to myself after I wrote this I would start to do those things!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So this is me. This is my imperfectly perfect scared up warrior body.</span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-size: large;">Crossing off number</span> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Philosopher;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">24. Get pictures of my transplant scars</span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-34017629070326733042015-04-30T12:26:00.002-07:002015-04-30T12:26:57.121-07:00Its only been about 1 week...<img src="https://scontent-iad.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xtf1/v/t1.0-9/11139419_10206563426424051_4987009086187845096_n.jpg?oh=ce1e9acda4364189f65faed4f07c2e44&oe=55CB49F0" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This house has had one crazy week. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We were able to spend a good chunk of time in Destin, FL for a family friends wedding. These are the type of family friends that you call "Aunt" and "Uncle" you the kids care share the same found memories of Shoneys with. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My sister, Angie, and our daughter, Laila, we both asked to be in the wedding. They all looked beautiful with the white sand and blue ways. It was so awesome to watch it all happen. One of those times you watch the father/daughter dance and tears come because you remember when you were 6 and vacationing with them, now we are all grown up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Tuesday before we left, Jeremy got a call (if you aren't sure this means, think of it, I guess, as a job offer) to a church in Norfolk, NE! Unreal. Exciting. Nerve raking. Plus many more emotions. The way he told we was actually kind of funny, the poor guy was getting so frustrating cause I was being my ditzy self. We have learned a ton about Norfolk, about Nebraska, and talk a ton about it during our 36 hours in the car. Please keep Jeremy and our family in your prayers while he deliberates. And thank you to everyone who has given us advice so far. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The last few days have caught up to me and I have been running a fever as high as 102. Thank goodness Jeremy could drive the entire way home because I kept falling asleep in the middle of a sentence. Today, I took a warm bath, medicated myself up, called the doctor, got on antibiotics, and the fever is down. Please pray that this will just take 10 days of pills, and I don't end up in the hospital again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">People may think I complain all the time, but I'm not. I'm just letting you know that even though I am blessed with a miracle in miracle with this gift. Transplant life is still very scary. One wrong cold, or pills not swallowed could mean a life...my life, and I fought too hard to be here. I can be fine today and in the hospital with pneumonia the next. I'm telling my story so that people can understand the real life behind it. The cold that Jer has, is a fever of 102 for me. There is no immune system, we transplant patients kill our in order to keep our organ happy where it is at. I'm not even that good of a patient, I try to live too much of a normal life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Keep and eye out for a post tomorrow. I crossed off an awesome thing on my bucket list and have been thinking how to share it. But I am just going to do it! YAY!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And I ask again to keep Jeremy in your prayers!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-19322517066042245992015-04-07T07:09:00.002-07:002015-04-07T07:09:33.004-07:00He is Risen<img height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xap1/v/t1.0-9/11046434_10205992796889622_3158093899947730991_n.jpg?oh=85fb44890a6394ca63c19e982b5d59bf&oe=55B095AE&__gda__=1437185275_2b74c5a7794868e4709384e0ae2d439a" width="266" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hope that everybody had a great Easter. We had a relaxing one filled with jammies, steak, and peeps in our yard. Yeap, we got peeped. Ha, its actually pretty funny...Laila loved it! Church services where very nice, and it was great to sing in choir. Jeremy had sunrise service so during festival I was up and down the stairs so I could sit with the family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had a doctors appointment yesterday and it was probably the best yet. I once again blew all numbers out of the water. Jeremy actually laughed as I dusted my shoulder off on the way back from PFTs. 116%...so as I brag once again, my lungs are probably better than yours. My oxygen was 100% my entire 6 minute walk, which I managed to step over 2,000 steps. My XRay was clear. My weight could probably get better, but nothing was said. The only thing is that my BP is still a little high so they bumped up my meds again, and may need to add another "agent" to help lower it if this doesn't work. The Dr. pretty much said I was one of the best cases...blush.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My team is finally realizing that even though I am a great case, that I never do things easily...like weird blood in my throat, or asking for a dog, or getting sick on holidays. But, this has pretty much been me since I was a child, just ask my mom, dad or sister. I have great timing. So after a few more questions yesterday Dr. Sonetti smiled and said, "Anything else? You want to travel to a third world country? Live in a dirt house underground?" HA, no...I think I am pretty much done asking to break the rules.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is April of 2015 and its the first time I have been feeling "healthy" this year. Praise the Lord for giving me all the necessary therapies, meds, team, loved ones to help me fight CF and become a transplant patient. But of course, also for my hero I will never know...my donor. For his/her family for giving my a more than awesome gift.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Transplant isn't easy, the road is difficult, both physically and mentally. I've fought all my life and now, today, I get to breathe a little easier. Relax my stressed out mind and body. I am doing well, very well. I get to clean, run errands, do laundry, pack, bath Laila, and get ready to catch a train to Michigan. And I won't run out of breath, I can do it all and still have energy to entertain my child on the train.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Praise the Lord, for wrapping me in his arms. That tiny prayer I said over and over before transplant, is still being answered.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-84101443562806316742015-03-17T12:39:00.001-07:002015-03-17T12:39:55.945-07:00Short but sweet<img height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xpa1/v/t1.0-9/10563003_10205491156628929_7179830868223510327_n.jpg?oh=a480e8db29eaa9fb524c6274a37b3477&oe=55839E87&__gda__=1434378129_a59475ea87daf362e56ba52434317824" width="400" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After a little visit and a one night stay they finally told me what they thought was wrong...they weren't sure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I stayed overnight in order to run tests through the night and figure out what was going on. Nothing showed up in all the tests they did. All they knew was that the antibiotics were working, so they sent some orals home with me and said call if it doesn't get better. It did get better. I am just glad that I am healed up and my lungs never took a huge hit. Praise the Lord!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, yes, I am doing better but not without getting side affects from the meds. I am so dryed out...like I had blisters on my hand because I was so dry. This winter just wasn't my winter. But again Praise the Lord that I survived it and warmer weather is coming. Windows are opened in our house and the germs are flying out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This Saturday, Jeremy and I are talking to WELS nurses about our experience and how nurses made those times easier. I am looking forward to this one so much, not just because Jeremy will be there doing most of the talking (we all know I like to talk but I do get nervous) but because I love talking about my nurses. Heck, I named my lungs after 2 of them. Nurses work hard, next time you see one you should just thank them for all the work they do. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These next few months are so busy...so busy. And I am so excited for every part of them. Next week my Mom flys in to help with Laila's birthday party. Thats right everyone, my little turns the big 6 in a few weeks. Oh she is as sweet as ever but she is growing way too fast. But more about that later.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am working on my 100 list but these things are taking time. I love that I can accomplish things. Where do you all think my sister and I should fly this summer to knock a number off my list?! My goal is to cross off about 10 by the end of the summer, so I guess I should be hitting it harder than I am. One of the easiest ones has really become a hard one...I can not cook Country Fried Steak. For real, it turns out nasty!! But I am still working on it, I have tried it about 6 times now and am so gun shy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hope everyone has enjoyed the last few days of nice weather. And I have convinced myself it isn't getting cold anymore...ha! </span><br />
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(TBT to pre transplant fighter...trying to get some motivation here!)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It really does amaze me how sick everyone is this year. I have never seen my family as sick as we have been. And I, like I am sure most of you are, am so sick of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been to the labs and doctors office (a more local one, my primary dr) a few times this week, my throat has been so swollen and sore that I can barely swallow. All they can tell me is that I don't have strep. UGH! Well, what the heck is it?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been coughing out actual blood clots that are forming anywhere from my sinus to my throat. And its not pretty. I took a picture and showed it to my mom (gross I know but she is like one of the only people I can show who doesn't get totally nastied out) because I needed somebody else who if necessary could tell the doc how bad it looked! Its not pretty guys so when you start to get sick, don't wait too long because it can get bad....fast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But I am blessed with an awesome team in Madison because they threw me on antibiotics asap so whatever this is would be get put in the hospital and I could feel like a normal person again. After taking only 1000mg my throat is already less sore and not as much blood coming from wherever. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But this brings up the point I have always said for years. The reason I will wait an extra 12 hours in pain instead of going the the ER. Why I would rather drive to Madison to see my doc vs drive to a primary. My doc knows me, knows I know my body, has my charts, knows CF, knows transplant. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I want to put it on record that I am sure all these docs are wonderful on "normal<br /> cases on "normal" people. I would trust them to look at Laila, I would trust them if Jeremy, or any other family member went there. But not for me. Do any of you other sick/chronic disease people feel this way?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Two examples in these few short days that make me frustrated (just two but there were more...)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I tell the nurse taking my vital signs, "My blood pressure is going to be a little high, but thats pretty normal for me right now." Just letting her know since I know, really nothing to question. But she did anyways with an, "You think so?" to which, well, I am not proud but when I dont feel well my patience isn't as high so, I straight looked her with an, "I know so." Ooops may have been a little snarky, because she is doing her job as a nurse. But when I come in and tell you, since its been a battle for over a month now, don't question my like I'm dumb. There is a way to ask without questioning my ability to know my own body. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When you have a disease in which you have to often OFTEN follow and know your body and what feels right or whatever....you learn it very well. I can now after years tell you when I even have a fever of 99. Crazy but you learn how to listen to signs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The other thing is that the prim doc said he didn't want me to just take antibiotics because they are only saved for situations that need it, and since I was showing negative for strep, not to take any. Its probably just viral. Yes, he is 100% correct and would never argue that if was taking a look at, again, Laila, Jeremy or somebody "normal" but guess what, I am not normal (haha very funny guys...I was only talking health here) and need a little extra attention. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I not only have CF, and a lung transplant, but because of the later I have NO immune system. You need to fix this, make sure its not bacteria. Insert call into my transplant coordinator and BOOM I'm only Levaquin and heading back so I can get more labs done. PHEW.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So here I sit at home fighting yet another illness of some sorts. Coughing out blood, and I can tell you the color red remind me of CF and my fears...of death...and I am done with that for awhile. Hurry up spring and heal me fast meds, I am ready and beyond ready to be that healthy girl in a healthy girl body again!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-33000524024785115942015-02-12T19:35:00.000-08:002015-02-12T19:35:13.193-08:00Work, Work, and more Work<img height="400" src="https://scontent-a-lga.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xfp1/v/t1.0-9/10388181_10205589800654968_8160882702318026762_n.jpg?oh=d1d1b4bf127ac62b3d015b380511cbe1&oe=5596E916" width="300" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Its been over a month and today is the first day that I have said the words out loud, "I think my virus is finally gone." Praising the Lord for that number above.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This was from my spiro this morning. Not only is it my transplant normal, but it is even better. This is the highest number I have ever created on my machine. I just about cried. Not only that but tonights blood pressure was lower (at a whopping 148/88) plus my blood sugar was 75 without taking insulin. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My Tac has been lowered to about half of what it was. So the shakes, and anxiety, and sleepless nights are getting so much better. Which in return will help all of the above issues. This Monday I am getting it checked and as much as I want a normal level, it would be sort of, kind of, nice if it was high a bit because it would mean I coud get it lowered again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The hard work is really starting to pay off. I am still avoiding big crowded areas, this weekend will be my first time is a large crowd but am so prepared for it. Trying to stay in as much as possible so I feel I haven't see anyone in so long, except Connie who comes over...thanks Friend. I have been walking and running on the treadmill (tonights run was done to Micheal Jacksons <i>PYT</i>...good running song. Yesterday was MMMBop) I lift weights. I listen to my alarm 5 times a day, swallowing a handful of pills. I am training myself to breathe deep from the diaphragm. I am eating better (for the most part...peanutbutter and chocolate covered kettlecorn is ok, right?!) and really just trying to get healthy again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now that I am getting back to me, I am hoping that my house can finally get cleaned and organized. Anybody know of somebody really good at doing this?! :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another plus is that our family got chosen to be on Family Feud! OH MY WORD!! We tape this summer (not sure when yet) and will let you all know when it airs. Is this crazy or what? I am pretty sure my mother is the most excited person I know, followed closely by Jeremy. Now don't get me wrong, I am excited too, but those two are geeked to the max.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">March brings another talk, and this one is one I am excited to be asked to do. We get to talk to a bunch of nurses about our experience in the hospital, how and what we liked that our nurses did. Thanks to all the hard working nurses out there, us chronic patients love what you do! </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-49534368961521900892015-01-25T18:01:00.000-08:002015-01-25T18:01:06.987-08:00Almost there<img height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xpa1/v/t1.0-9/1970454_10205453791574826_5259017880545656770_n.jpg?oh=08601d98c2727eba737ab704abf8903a&oe=552B4FC6&__gda__=1432443564_5594f8b0de76deb4650d2d31fc61b3cd" width="400" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My lung function in up to 112%...only 2% away from where I was. I know that it may not sound like that much, but I only get a 10% change before its not good. I need that 2%, and honestly I want even higher. I am a transplant patient and that has been my major role this month. Everything I do, I think of how it will affect my body. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I go out, but not often and not in large crowded crowds, I for sure am avoiding those the rest of this nasty season. There is just too much out there. People come over, but I screen for health first..."how healthy are you?" It has been a roller coaster and I feel like a brand new baby when in comes to germs. But honestly, I am totally OK with it....for the first time ever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My chest X-ray looked better, my 6 minute walk was still good, my heart rate normal, temp normal....but oh that blood pressure! Still so high. I have never feared the BP cuff until now, it just gives me anxiety thinking about it. But they are changing my meds in order to (hopefully) lower it back to a good number. Breathe, it will be OK. My Tac (an anti-rejection med) is high too, so this week I have check it 3 times and waiting to hear whether or not I can lower that. This would be, in one word, AWESOME. The lower that med is the better my kidney levels (also on the higher side) will be and better my blood pressure and blood sugars will be. Saying prayers and crossing fingers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My body really has started to hate me this last week. I shake even more (this can be related to the high Tac level) and there seem like times I can't move off the couch, I get dizzy, and my legs just don't want to work. I am carrying water weight and get a little sore due to that...maybe even a little swollen. Oh the joys of being on so many meds!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let my clarify that although this seems like I am complaining, I really am not. Yes, I do get super frustrated and annoyed to the point of tears, but I am just glad to be here swallowing all those pills. Living. I will gladly do this transplant life for many many years if it means I am still alive. I have had a few reminders that, yeah, I wouldn't be here today if I hadn't had that call. I know that. I know I would be in heaven without these lungs and pills. Would you complain about that, probably not!?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thank you all for the many prayers, not just in the last few weeks, but for the last few years. I got my miracle. I have my hero. You can be someones hero too...register to be a donor. You won't need any of the parts when you pass away, but there are so many people fighting to stay alive for those parts. Donate Life.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-29555790989290150202015-01-19T21:00:00.001-08:002015-01-19T21:00:08.368-08:00H.O.M.E.<img height="400" src="https://scontent-a-lga.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpa1/v/t1.0-9/10556277_10204404652536053_6883392654774660758_n.jpg?oh=2ff8bd11b4096b155abd00cdf59e0659&oe=555EE6D0" width="300" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been home from the hospital for over a week and my workload is wonderfully hard. My life is all about being a transplant patient trying to get back to her high standards. It seems as if my alarm on my phone in going off so much, the treadmill and weights are getting more use, my devotion book, regular books, and my house is getting clean. Thanks Prednisone for giving my the energy for all of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That evil love of mine: prednisone. Its amazing how much it helps my lungs...crazy amazing. They aren't as tight and I am able to be getting more junk moved around and out of my gift. But nothing is all good. This comes with non stop eating (as a matter of fact I am eating peanut butter/chocolate kettlecorn as I type), a halo of weight, mood swings,high blood pressure, high blood sugar, and very irritated. I am blessed that my husband and child understand. I have been taking 5 minute breaks when I need to sit and breathe and just get my act together. It will all be ok.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have a doctors appointment this Friday and am hoping things have started to turn around and that massive white blob on my xray has shrank....a lot. NO WHITE! I know my PFTs are higher, but am still working on getting them even higher. I am going to have them check out my arm, sigh I am very nervous I may have another blood clot after being poked way too much in the hospital. Please say an extra prayer that everything is ok there...that it will pass without having to get on blood thinners. I also have to get my blood pressure looked at because my heart is working too hard and my pressure is so high. Never thought I would be a person to have to worry about this. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">About 2 hours after I was released from the hospital and happy with my child home from school...she got the stomach bug. She couldn't keep anything down in her tiny tummy. I felt awful. Plus, I was so worried that I would nab that bug along with the metapneumovirus and would end up back in the hospital. My hands are still raw from all the hand washing and sanitizer. Praise the Lord that it didn't spread in this house. SOAPBOX: if you or your child are sick...STAY HOME!! It isn't worth being miserable and spreading the virus to everyone else. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am still staying away from most crowded crowds and staying in the house. I can't be too safe. Its ok with me, my house is getting kind of clean and organized (slowly) and going out is fun when I go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sorry this is an odd blog, but I just knew I needed to update....and I am tired! I just had a little playdate with Connie and we rocked out to some Just Dance and had some girl talk. Hope you all are well and everyone is beating this winter blue with a little extra fun here and there. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-11541484812173874272015-01-08T15:00:00.003-08:002015-01-08T15:00:38.356-08:00Hospital Update<img height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xaf1/v/t1.0-9/10885229_10205605050510630_4290021126901505294_n.jpg?oh=7dc8b695eceb8ea7590f82fdcdcd26c9&oe=553B7954&__gda__=1429341920_a8db34da47604dbe840e010d33d59ecb" width="400" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am saying blessings today for sure. I went through all my tests and finally got all the results back, and I am so ok with them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I tested negative for the flu, they are saying no pneumonia (YES!!!) and nothing else cultured....meaning no bacteria. I have a nasty nasty virus called Metapneumovirus. It is much like RSV, and just needs to run its course. But seeing as I am compromised, due to lack of immune system, I am getting a little bit of help. Help from...(swallows hard)...a large amount of Prednisone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I take 5 mg of it every morning as part of my anti-rejection med. But now I am taking 20 mg a day. Please, I beg all of you to have a bit of patience with me. My body hates this stuff and I get all those reactions you hear about. You know like I eat everything in front of me, I gain weight, and worse of all....roid rage. If I see you and just wave a polite hi, don't take it to heart. It just means I am raged up and need some space. You can say hi and I will say hi back, its just that I am focusing on not losing it for the little things (like sharing a sharpie with my sister, or Jer beating me in a game.) I, knowing I can be a little, well, MEAN, have been working on my roid reactions and irritability. I'm trying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I got to get my IV pulled this afternoon, stopping the antibiotics and fluids all together. All my levels are back to normal, happy times. I get to sleep well tonight, I get to itch my arm, I get to wash up! Best yet, I get to go home tomorrow....hold your applause, please HAHA!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I woke up after my first higher dose of meds and I could remember what breathing was like a little more. What a bright face was. How my legs do work. How my voice can be chipper again. Now, don't get me wrong...I still have a road of work ahead of me. I need to exercise, work the lungs, eat, rest, sanitize, wash hands even more, and UGH mask up...trust that pretty much everyone has a bug I can get. Its a good things my home is so cozy :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hope you all are surviving this chilly weather!!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-52625608335280572372015-01-07T06:16:00.002-08:002015-01-07T06:16:51.863-08:00The start of 2015<div>
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Happy 2015! The year of "Back to the Future." The year everyone can start a new. The year Michigan is going to start winning again. The year I started in the hospital.</span><div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Christmas was really nice this year, the whole season including the New Year. It was mellow. Jer, Laila and I stayed In Wisconsin for Christmas Day, to be leaving on the 28th to go see family. This planned seemed to be perfect since Jeremy and Laila both had the flu. Rest, liquids, pajamas, eating whatever sounded good, bing watching tv and tons and tons of games were exactly what was needed. Plus we could spread the wealth of the holiday out longer, turkey dinner was the 26th, my birthday the 27th and we would leave the 28th. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My birthday was an entire day of surprises. Like seriously and entire day. From presents at 8 am, to lunch with friends, to Connie taking me everywhere with new friends at each stop, to roller skating, to a trip to the ER for a broken ankle (sorry April, hope you are healing quickly!) I did it all with ease and excitement.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now to travel to the mitten, the low-key, non-stop trip. We had a blast seeing everyone, laughing, eating, exchanging presents (I was spoiled this year for sure) and even though everything was great and I wouldn't have changed much of it...I started to get run down, caught the MI flu and spiked a major fever. Bummer. So, even though I was in the mitten I called back to my transplant team to see the next step. "Sounds like the flu...lots of rest and liquids." OK, I can do that, I can beat this one my own. Well, that was dashed hard when they called the next morning (Sunday) to say I should get evaluated...and possibly Sunday night in Madison. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Unfortunately, Mother Nature came those past 2 days to both states and the drive was longer than expected so we stopped in Hartford. I woke up shipped Laila off to school and went to the doctors. I brushed my teeth, but thats about it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The short story is: my normal lung function of 114, is now down to 101. Yes, I am in awe that I went DOWN to 101...but that 13% change is a huge problem, couldn't get my oxygen to 100, 6 minute walk wasn't the norm, and eek that chest xray! My doctor walks in surprised I drove myself, which told me it wasn't good. I was right, that flu settled to a massive bought of pneumonia. PNEUMONIA. I had to be admitted. I had to go home, get bags, shower, and have Jeremy drive me back up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been here since Monday and still feel all cruddy. They are pumping me full of 3 different antibiotics, liquid in between, treating me for the flu, gave my lungs a bronc "wash", been poked more now than during transplant, testing everything they can on me. But am praying I turn the corner soon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I want my glittery 114. I was all the oxygen I can have. I want to end the holidays ok I want to be home. I want my lungs to not hurt again. Pneumonia hurts. Little did I know when I kept saying my lower back hurt on my right side, it wasn't that I twisted or slept funny...it was the pneumonia. </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291089954881217072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2108551315050262533.post-46096894834974600182014-12-17T22:28:00.002-08:002014-12-17T22:29:43.130-08:00I got this one too!<img height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xap1/v/t1.0-9/10457934_10205295870175937_1837334738398072035_n.jpg?oh=e2a6bb76330eacd871450e11b8ea7c70&oe=553D57C0&__gda__=1430664085_067a1092b323ab47d4767c0a875495a7" width="400" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Has it really been that long? Guess I need to sneak in a blog post in December, so here I am. The picture you may ask? Thats "The Zell family from Ann Abor, MI!" HAHA....as most of you know my family tried out for Family Feud, and should know soon if we got on the actual show! Helping Mom work on her Cancer Sucks bucket list!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">First I will say thanks for everything everyone did for my Lungiversary. It was a good week of spoiling the crud out of my lungs, whatever they wanted they got. I am alive because of my donor, and even though I know nothing about them, they are a person close to my heart. I am still hoping one day that the family will want to read our letters and that they will want to write us back. I pray often about that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thanksgiving was nice. After much mulling we decided to hop in the car for a crazy 36 hour trip to the Mitten so we could see family and be thankful with all of them. Good food, good laughs, good company! I brought a sled back that I fell in love with, its outside our house right now with a wreath. So cute, if you drive by check it out. I hunted for that!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Added a neurologist to my list of Doctors to see. He said there is no reason I should be having migraines and wanted me to make sure I don't have a tumor. Well, as most patients who are on tons of meds know...you get side effects and I just happen to get the "migraine side" one. So, right now, I am not going to get the MRI. He gave me some medicine and it has been working so, well, literally haven't had a migraine in 7 days. Since the day I started this medicine. Only down fall...its suppose to make you sleepy but since I have been taking it...I don't fall asleep until about 4. The insomnia was getting better but...WIDE EYED right now. Naps about 8 am come in handy for that!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Shannon and Francesca are still doing great! I had my "one year out" appointment earlier this month. I once again broke my own records and my Doc said I had the highest numbers so far. All I need to do is drink more water and exercise a bit more. And, yes, after the Christmas season, I do plan on getting my body is better shape and using my treadmill more than I do. I want to keep this girls around.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The best news that I smiled and started tearing up about was....drum roll...(ok it may not sound like a big deal to most people who read this, but honestly its huge!)...I don't have to go back to the doctors for 6 months (unless something comes up and I need help with it!) 6 MONTHS!! I have never gone that long since...since forever. I have never done that, I have always had my normal appointments every 3 months since I can remember...and now they say I'm "healthy" enough for the time to double. 6 months. Count them...6!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now for the not so cool news. The following day I had my bronch and psh it kicked the crud out of me this time. While I was still sleeping they had informed Jeremy that I had infection but everything looked good for a negative rejection. BOO and infection. This was coming off the cusp of a cold I was trying to kick without help, as was doing it well. So my doctor just said I can try to kick this infection off by myself too. Well, that lasted all of 6 hours. SIGH, that evening I started to run a fever over 100 and chills...which are two big NO NOs in transplant land. So I took some Tylenol to relax my body around 4 am so I could sleep. Called the doctor bright and early in the morning to inform them and they gave me the sad news of admission. So, yes, I cried. This was my first December in 4 years I could do everything with my daughter and make it magical for her. I didn't want to spend anytime in the hospital let alone Christmas. So after talking to Jeremy, I convinced them to try oral antibiotics on me first. After awhile Kelly called back and gave me the deal, but would have to call back in 2 days if I was better.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Praise the Lord, it worked. I coughed up all the blood that was left over in my lungs from the bronch and started to feel even better. There was more blood than I feel there should have been for a little longer, but the girls fought hard. I am going to talk to them about the way my body handles bronchs and what to do about that...I need the bronchs. My lips got cut and swollen from it, a fever, blood, and just felt yucky (that is the scientific wording I am sure...haha.) But it is working out so far and am resting, a lot, and listening to my body while trying to get everything done for Christmas (not complaining because I love the hustled and bustle.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today is the day! I am 1 year from this very day that this wonderful gift was given to me. A shiny, blinged out, only blows glitter, pair of lungs. I will not even begin to count the number of times I have cried today. I started to count but have already stopped because all the texts, messages, phone calls, cards, posts, well they all make me cry. A wonderful, crazy, mixed emotion sort of cry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But in honor I thought instead of hearing me write on about how excited I am (that can wait until tomorrow and the week of celebrating) and things that I sort of maybe remember...I decided to hand over my blog for the day. I gave it to the person who was with me from the moment the phone rang to, well, the person who is still by my side. I thought this person needed to write how it all went for him, his feelings. So here we go. Presenting...Jeremy Jon...</span><br />
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So, yeah, Laila and I got to do a lot of things together. And, no, I wouldn’t trade it. I’m positive that having that daddy/daughter time while mommy napped or relaxed is why Laila still has her days where she follows me around and completely ignores anything Cassie does or says. I love it. But, still, there were times, particularly <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_629542322" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">on Sunday</span></span> afternoons (I know I only work one day every three weeks <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span>, but when I do, preaching takes a lot out of me!), where I needed my rest, too. So, Cassie in bed, Laila with her, me on the couch, we took a nap.</div>
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We were trying to figure out what to have for dinner. It was snowing. I didn’t want to trudge through the snow to start the grill, even though we had steaks thawed in the fridge. That meant a tiring trip to the grocery store. That meant me cooking. That meant me washing the pots and pans and the dishes right away afterwards because I’d have a busy <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_629542323" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">Monday</span></span> and wouldn’t be able to get to them for a couple days…plus I was out of underwear and undershirts. We decided we’d go out to eat instead. And then it happened. Cassie’s phone rang. She looked. <i>Lungs.</i></div>
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It’s gonna be ok, Cass. <i>Step one, I’ll call Marquardts to see if they can take Laila.</i> I remember trying to explain like 6 or 7 different things to Mike and then realizing I wasn’t making any sense. Can I bring Laila over now? Look back at Laila and Cass. Laila is running around and jumping all over the place. She’s singing about how her mommy is going to be able to run with her. <i>God, I hope so. Don’t cry. Be strong. Go hug your wife. She’s gotta be going crazy.</i></div>
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Ok, Cass has her transplant bags ready. I need to figure out what I am going to wear, knowing that it is cold outside, but I’ll probably be inside for the next three weeks. I just need something comfortable to wear that won’t make me sweat, that I can wear for about the next 36 hours. <i>Stop focusing on this silly problem. Go hug your wife. She’s gotta be going crazy. </i>It’s gonna be ok, Cass. I promise. Jesus promises. It’s gonna be ok. I love you.</div>
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We got in the car. It was snowy. I called my mom. <i>Don’t cry. </i>I called my brothers. <i>Don’t cry</i>. I called my fellow pastors. <i>Don’t forget to drive carefully…</i></div>
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We arrived about 90-100 minutes after we got the call. It usually takes about 90 minutes…but somehow we got packed, took Laila next door, and still got there in the same amount of time.</div>
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We got there around <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_629542324" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">6 pm</span></span>. They said surgery was planned for <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_629542325" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">9 pm</span></span>. <i>Yeah, right.</i> Ok, surgery is now planned for <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_629542326" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">10:30</span></span>. <i>Yeah, right. </i>Ok,<span class="aBn" data-term="goog_629542327" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">midnight</span></span> at the latest. <i>Yeah, right</i>. They poked and prodded Cassie. <i>Hug her. Tell her everything’s gonna be ok.</i> <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_629542328" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">3am</span></span>. Time to go to surgery prep. We went down. Everywhere we went, there was NO ONE around. It looked almost like a <i>Walking Dead</i> hospital. Lights in hallways were only halfway on, if on at all. Went to a prep/waiting room. And boy, did we wait. Alone. No nurses checking in. No Dr. DeOlivera saying everything was ready. No nothing. Just me and Cass. Talking. Silence. Tears. Talking. <i>Tell her everything’s gonna be ok</i>. <i>Smile</i>.</div>
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Around 3 they called again. They were closing her up. It was successful. I was going to meet with the surgeon and talk about how it went. So I updated and then I went to the waiting room. And then I waited. About <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_629542334" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">4:30</span></span>, Cassie’s dad said he arrived at the hospital. I met him and we walked together toward the waiting room and, on the way, ran into Dr. D. He smiled. <i>That’s a good sign, right?!</i> The three of us went into the waiting room. He talked. I listened. I tried to process. I tried to think of good questions. Over and over Dr. D said that everything went really, really well, but, we can’t get excited yet. Things WILL go wrong. Be prepared. Stuff WILL happen that is unexpected…expect it anyway. One thing in particular (<i>make a mental note of this, this is gonna be important</i>) that Dr. D is not worried about, but will keep a close eye on, is that she is draining a LOT of dark red thick sticky blood. They’d like it to be a little more translucent…a little more watery and pink. But not worried. Again, set backs WILL happen. My father in law and I, both at about the same time asked the important question…CAN WE SEE HER NOW?</div>
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“You ready for a beer?” <i>What?! Am I ready to drink? My wife just had major surgery and you want me to drink?!</i> And then it made a little more sense. It was time to celebrate. It happened and it went well. Not to mention that, amid all of the coffee and energy drinks, I forgot to get food in my belly too. My tummy started to rumble. I excitedly agreed. We gave my cell number…again…and we left. In the car, we went over everything that Dr. D said with a fine toothed comb. We couldn’t find anything in what he said to worry over…except that she was draining too much dark red thick sticky blood.</div>
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I ate. I drank two big beers. My nerves calmed. My adrenaline went back to normal. It was time to, finally, sleep. I got gowned, gloved, and facemasked. I told Cassie I loved her again. I told the nurses my cell number…again…and told them where I would be sleeping. It was<span class="aBn" data-term="goog_629542335" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">9:30</span></span>. I fell asleep.</div>
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At <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_629542336" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">1am</span></span> the light in the room turned on. “Jeremy?” Check my phone. <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_629542337" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">1 am</span></span>. No phone calls. 30 emails. I asked the nurse what was up. They had called. They needed to take Cassie back into surgery. There was too much dark red thick sticky blood draining. As we walked back to Cassie’s room, I tried to process what she was saying. They were going to give her a “wash.” They had to open her back up and “wash” through the area to make sure that it would drain the way they wanted it to drain. I was confused, to say the least. They were going to take her in 15 minutes. <i>God, NO! She made it through. Do NOT let her die NOW!! </i>How serious is this procedure? How long will it take? Explain the process again? <i>That didn’t help.</i> This very kind, pretty nurse, for the third time, explained what was going to happen. <i> I still don’t get it!</i></div>
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“Listen, I know you are doing your job, and you’re doing a great job. I just need you to tell me, should I be calling my inlaws to get back here? They are in Lake Mills. Sleeping. Should they be here for this?”</div>
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“Listen again…uh..well…ok fine….Is my wife going down there to die!?”</div>
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So I went back to the room. I chose to let Zells sleep. I opened my bible. I laughed. Someday, picture yourself waiting while your spouse is in major surgery and read the first 90 psalms. It is insane how much of it had a direct correlation to the feelings I was experiencing. I laughed. God knew what he was doing. He is in charge. <i>We should fear, love, and trust in God above ALL things</i>. Never in my life did Luther’s explanation to the 1<sup>st</sup> Commandment mean so much to me. Trust in him above all my feelings. Trust in him above all the medical jargon. Trust in him above the days and weeks and months of Cassie dying. Trust in him above all things. Recognize his almighty power…power he promises to use for your good. Love him. Love his care and concern. Love his providence. Love him for the fact that no matter what happens in the next 4 hours, you and Cassie (and Laila) will eventually be together forever.</div>
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Today, November 18<sup>th</sup>, 2014, my wife woke up and got Laila ready for school. As I’m writing this, she just got back from driving, out in this wonderful 9 degree weather, to get Laila’s favorite lunch from Panera. She’s going to walk over to school and sit with her 5 year old and laugh. And then she’s going to come back home. She’s going to finish up some laundry. She’s going to wash some dishes and tidy up the house a bit. We are going to go out to eat tonight to celebrate. And then, <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_629542339" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">tomorrow</span></span>, she’s gonna do much of the same…because she can. Because she can breathe.</div>
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<sup>1 </sup>I will exalt you, O <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>,</div>
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<sup>2 </sup>O <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> my God, I called to you for help</div>
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and you healed me.</div>
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<sup>3 </sup>O <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>, you brought me up from the grave;</div>
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you spared me from going down into the pit.</div>
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<sup>4 </sup>Sing to the <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>, you saints of his;</div>
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praise his holy name.</div>
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but his favor lasts a lifetime;</div>
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but rejoicing comes in the morning.</div>
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<sup>6 </sup>When I felt secure, I said,</div>
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“I will never be shaken.”</div>
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<sup>7 </sup>O <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>, when you favored me,</div>
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you made my mountain stand firm;</div>
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but when you hid your face,</div>
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I was dismayed.</div>
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<sup>8 </sup>To you, O <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>, I called;</div>
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to the Lord I cried for mercy:</div>
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<sup>9 </sup>“What gain is there in my destruction,</div>
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in my going down into the pit?</div>
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Will the dust praise you?</div>
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Will it proclaim your faithfulness?</div>
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<sup>10 </sup>Hear, O <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>, and be merciful to me;</div>
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O <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>, be my help.”</div>
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<sup>11 </sup>You turned my wailing into dancing;</div>
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you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,</div>
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<sup>12 </sup>that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.</div>
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O <span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> my God, I will give you thanks forever. </div>
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