I'm not sure I remember what to do with this space. What's the saying? Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans? That's the headspace I'm in right now.
I'm sure I'll be back soon.
In the interim, I find it highly odd that the number one google search term that brings people here is "48 hour hangover". Perhaps I shouldn't look at that too closely. Might send me to rehab.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
And it's a wrap. Well...wrap-ish...
Very quick update. Had my post-op appointment today. Pathology reports came back as moderate pre-cancer throughout the endometrium and S.D. Dr. is comfortable in waiting and seeing at this point. Have blood work scheduled every 4 weeks for the forseeable (is that a word?) future. She said that she would actually be surprised if I was feeling better yet. The anemia is so much to overcome that it is going to take my body a long time. It just sucks. Now that we've removed the mass that was getting the blood, it should start to resolve.
I feel ok about it. Kinda eh. Still in such a state of limbo and I hate that.
Oh well. Nothing I can do about it. This is how it is.
I feel ok about it. Kinda eh. Still in such a state of limbo and I hate that.
Oh well. Nothing I can do about it. This is how it is.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Long time no post.
I kinda just took off on ya'll, didn't I? Sorry about that. I'm actually doing really well. While the surgery was NOT fun, I'm glad i did it.
Recovery was about like I expected it was going to be. I was so sick on Wednesday. I just don't do well with being put under general. I woke up in pain and the nurse immediately started trying to get me to drink coffee. I hadn't been able to have any in the morning and she said that was why my head hurt. The absolute LAST thing I wanted was coffee. She was very stupid. There was a mixup in my chart and she was under the impression that I had pain pills at home already. I was trying to convince her otherwise and she kept yelling at me that she couldn't give me more, that I had them at home. I had just woken up and wasn't making a very good case for myself. When they finally let Joe back he took her into the hallway and told her that she WOULD be fixing the problem, we WOULD be getting my prescription and we WOULD be getting a new nurse. My hero. I couldn't understand why we had a new nurse and why she was so incredibly nauseatingly sweet. Now I know why.
We went home and I went to my bed and stayed there. Little Boy was extremely freaked out about me. My mom had told him that I was having surgery (who the hell knows why she did that) and she kept bringing him to my room to see me. I was throwing up pretty constantly so he kept getting more and more afraid. If he wakes up and comes into my room, he always is my velcro boy. Right by my side. I woke up about an hour after he went to bed and he was curled up on the floor at the foot of my bed with one hand reaching up and lying right beside my toe. It was the saddest thing. It's taken him all weekend to realize that I'm ok and to be confidant in that.
They took the entire endometrium and Squishy Danielle and sent it off to pathology. I should get those results on Monday. There was a big debate about whether or not I was strong enough to make it through the surgery. With no blood loss whatsoever, my numbers had dropped again. From 9.5 to 8.2. It was decided that it was more important to remove Squishy.
So that's where we are. Still waiting. Still not knowing anything. Still oh so very tired all the time. I'm back at work now and actually hurting more than I did all weekend. I think the constant movement that I do at my desk is aggravating the scar tissue. Who knows.
I'm just really ready to feel better.
Recovery was about like I expected it was going to be. I was so sick on Wednesday. I just don't do well with being put under general. I woke up in pain and the nurse immediately started trying to get me to drink coffee. I hadn't been able to have any in the morning and she said that was why my head hurt. The absolute LAST thing I wanted was coffee. She was very stupid. There was a mixup in my chart and she was under the impression that I had pain pills at home already. I was trying to convince her otherwise and she kept yelling at me that she couldn't give me more, that I had them at home. I had just woken up and wasn't making a very good case for myself. When they finally let Joe back he took her into the hallway and told her that she WOULD be fixing the problem, we WOULD be getting my prescription and we WOULD be getting a new nurse. My hero. I couldn't understand why we had a new nurse and why she was so incredibly nauseatingly sweet. Now I know why.
We went home and I went to my bed and stayed there. Little Boy was extremely freaked out about me. My mom had told him that I was having surgery (who the hell knows why she did that) and she kept bringing him to my room to see me. I was throwing up pretty constantly so he kept getting more and more afraid. If he wakes up and comes into my room, he always is my velcro boy. Right by my side. I woke up about an hour after he went to bed and he was curled up on the floor at the foot of my bed with one hand reaching up and lying right beside my toe. It was the saddest thing. It's taken him all weekend to realize that I'm ok and to be confidant in that.
They took the entire endometrium and Squishy Danielle and sent it off to pathology. I should get those results on Monday. There was a big debate about whether or not I was strong enough to make it through the surgery. With no blood loss whatsoever, my numbers had dropped again. From 9.5 to 8.2. It was decided that it was more important to remove Squishy.
So that's where we are. Still waiting. Still not knowing anything. Still oh so very tired all the time. I'm back at work now and actually hurting more than I did all weekend. I think the constant movement that I do at my desk is aggravating the scar tissue. Who knows.
I'm just really ready to feel better.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Today
It's all going down today, my pretties. In 1 1/2 hours I will be being prepped for surgery. The biopsy results came back moderately pre-cancerous. I am having a D & C and sending everything that they get to pathology.
I really have no wit. The wit has left the building. I assume that I will not be really coherent enough to type later but check twitter. 140 characters are much less intimidating.
I really have no wit. The wit has left the building. I assume that I will not be really coherent enough to type later but check twitter. 140 characters are much less intimidating.
Friday, June 20, 2008
The plot thickens...
My results are in. I don't know them. All I know for sure is that they are moving my surgery to next Wednesday.
The ride continues.
The ride continues.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
If I were any more graceful I would be committed.
So they were able to do the biopsy last Friday. It was one of the least fun experiences of my life. I'm not sure what I was expecting exactly. A parade? Balloons? Tequila shots on the stirrup table? It sucked. My numbers were still not where they needed to be but the dr. did not feel like we could wait any more. I was the proud recipient of a pint of blood at the same time! Yeah me! And then I drove myself home. Joe offered to come and pick me up but I didn't know when I would be done...and I'm kind of a narcissist who likes people to feel sorry for me and figured that was the best way to get sympathy. (hey...at least I know my faults, right?)
As a side note. Joe and I had a HUGE talk last week. We came to the agreement that we have both been sucking as spouses and we needed to change. So we've been trying. And it's been better. I feel like I can talk to him about how I'm feeling and what's going on and he actually listens. And cares. Or does a really good job pretending to anyway. What more could a girl ask?
So I had my biopsy. I should get the results sometime this week or next. The longer it takes, the more likely it's not a great result (WHY do the dr's feel the need to share these little tidbits of information with their patients? WHY do I need to know that???) I guess the theory is that if it's normal, it's normal. But if it's abnormal they will need to re-run it and verify the abnormal tests.
After my biopsy we decided to go camping. Luckily we sold out last summer and bought a camper so it was very much easier. Mancub was a huge help getting ready since Joe wouldn't let me do anything. We spent the weekend in our happy place in the woods and had a wonderful time. The water was SO FRICKIN' COLD that we couldn't really go swimming but much beer was consumed and that made it all better.
Sunday we were getting ready to pack up and I was cleaning out the boat. I took a step and slid. And broke my foot. I am the smartest, most graceful, prettiest stupid person EVER. Luckily I am in a walking boot that I can take off so I can still go swimming and play.
We are going out tomorrow night to celebrate my birthday. Fancy dinner and bar hopping after. I'm really way too excited. Which just tells me that my life is lame right now. Stupid drunk pictures to come!!
As a side note. Joe and I had a HUGE talk last week. We came to the agreement that we have both been sucking as spouses and we needed to change. So we've been trying. And it's been better. I feel like I can talk to him about how I'm feeling and what's going on and he actually listens. And cares. Or does a really good job pretending to anyway. What more could a girl ask?
So I had my biopsy. I should get the results sometime this week or next. The longer it takes, the more likely it's not a great result (WHY do the dr's feel the need to share these little tidbits of information with their patients? WHY do I need to know that???) I guess the theory is that if it's normal, it's normal. But if it's abnormal they will need to re-run it and verify the abnormal tests.
After my biopsy we decided to go camping. Luckily we sold out last summer and bought a camper so it was very much easier. Mancub was a huge help getting ready since Joe wouldn't let me do anything. We spent the weekend in our happy place in the woods and had a wonderful time. The water was SO FRICKIN' COLD that we couldn't really go swimming but much beer was consumed and that made it all better.
Sunday we were getting ready to pack up and I was cleaning out the boat. I took a step and slid. And broke my foot. I am the smartest, most graceful, prettiest stupid person EVER. Luckily I am in a walking boot that I can take off so I can still go swimming and play.
We are going out tomorrow night to celebrate my birthday. Fancy dinner and bar hopping after. I'm really way too excited. Which just tells me that my life is lame right now. Stupid drunk pictures to come!!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Happy Birthday To Me.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Stupid Montana winter. Wait. It's June. It's my birthday. Stupid Montana summer?
Happy birthday to me!
Stupid Montana winter. Wait. It's June. It's my birthday. Stupid Montana summer?
Happy birthday to me!
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Things certainly seem more clear now.
Let me start off by saying that I am not looking for comments with this post. I don't want sympathy. I don't want hugs and loves and pats on the head. I want a record. I need to remember. This is for me.
Things are not good here. It is becoming more and more clear to me that I am, basically, all alone in this medical mess. I am so consumed with it...so concerned...and there is no one that I can talk to about it. I try to talk to best friend #1 and #2 and feel like I am being a drag on their good moods. They miss the fun friend...the in charge friend...the one who always cracked the jokes. They don't know what I'm going through. I can't expect them to. They don't understand. They don't know why I'm getting more and more freaked out. I try to tell them the new things going on that are scaring me and they tell me they are sorry and move on. I cannot move on. It is with me all the time. I've got too much. It's all too much.
Husband and I fought badly tonight. He always tells me that I am too hard on mancub. I need to let him make more decisions on his own. I need to remember how old he is. So tonight I let him make one. And, apparently, it was wrong of me to do that. Husband talked to me like I was a child. Like I was no bigger than something he would scrape off his shoe. He did apologize after for his manner of speaking but continued to tell me that I haven't been a real wife to him for a long time. That it seems like I'm so consumed with other things that I can't make a decision. Like my equilibrium is off. He told me that he knows that I'm not feeling well but that he doesn't want to hear all about it. It doesn't make him feel comfortable to know all the details. He doesn't want to understand because there is nothing he could do about it anyway.
So where does that leave me? All alone. Trying to suck it up and be the mom, wife, employee, friend, person that I have been before. Going crazy in the head. Stuffing. Pretending. Faking.
Alone.
Things are not good here. It is becoming more and more clear to me that I am, basically, all alone in this medical mess. I am so consumed with it...so concerned...and there is no one that I can talk to about it. I try to talk to best friend #1 and #2 and feel like I am being a drag on their good moods. They miss the fun friend...the in charge friend...the one who always cracked the jokes. They don't know what I'm going through. I can't expect them to. They don't understand. They don't know why I'm getting more and more freaked out. I try to tell them the new things going on that are scaring me and they tell me they are sorry and move on. I cannot move on. It is with me all the time. I've got too much. It's all too much.
Husband and I fought badly tonight. He always tells me that I am too hard on mancub. I need to let him make more decisions on his own. I need to remember how old he is. So tonight I let him make one. And, apparently, it was wrong of me to do that. Husband talked to me like I was a child. Like I was no bigger than something he would scrape off his shoe. He did apologize after for his manner of speaking but continued to tell me that I haven't been a real wife to him for a long time. That it seems like I'm so consumed with other things that I can't make a decision. Like my equilibrium is off. He told me that he knows that I'm not feeling well but that he doesn't want to hear all about it. It doesn't make him feel comfortable to know all the details. He doesn't want to understand because there is nothing he could do about it anyway.
So where does that leave me? All alone. Trying to suck it up and be the mom, wife, employee, friend, person that I have been before. Going crazy in the head. Stuffing. Pretending. Faking.
Alone.
Friday, June 06, 2008
Surrounding me
Why is it that wherever I go...whatever I turn on...whatever I read there is a newly diagnosed person fighting cancer? And why are they all my age? And dealing with bizarre types of cancer that are not supposed to hit people my age?
My birthday is Tuesday. I will be 32. I wonder what this year has in store for me.
My birthday is Tuesday. I will be 32. I wonder what this year has in store for me.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Just call me Popeye
The anemia is starting to resolve itself. My numbers have gone up almost a full point in the time since my last test. That's good! The not so good is that there is still 13 points to go to reach the low end of normal. And a week to do it in. This means lots of spinach for me. Oooh, and basically raw meat. Excuse me while I grab a fork.
Little Boy got hurt last night. He was attempting to get off of the trampoline and got hung up on the net. You know, the net that's there to prevent them from hurting themselves on the trampoline. Oh the irony, it slays me. His foot got caught and somehow he ended up dangling. He had net wrapped around his throat and underneath his left arm. We had a horribly long night last night with him in extreme pain. He did not go to school today. I took him to the dr. this morning. Between you and I, I felt very silly taking him in for a rope burn. Seriously...what could they do? But it turned out to be the right decision. He has 2nd-3rd degree burns underneath his arm. His neck is just a rope burn. So now we have dressings and ointments and creams and antibiotics because it's already infected.
Trampolines are the devil. Tramps and little girls.
Little Boy got hurt last night. He was attempting to get off of the trampoline and got hung up on the net. You know, the net that's there to prevent them from hurting themselves on the trampoline. Oh the irony, it slays me. His foot got caught and somehow he ended up dangling. He had net wrapped around his throat and underneath his left arm. We had a horribly long night last night with him in extreme pain. He did not go to school today. I took him to the dr. this morning. Between you and I, I felt very silly taking him in for a rope burn. Seriously...what could they do? But it turned out to be the right decision. He has 2nd-3rd degree burns underneath his arm. His neck is just a rope burn. So now we have dressings and ointments and creams and antibiotics because it's already infected.
Trampolines are the devil. Tramps and little girls.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Not enough creativity for a title.
I've not been in a place where I can put words to what I'm feeling. There are so many emotions running through my brain that to attempt to limit them to one or two sentences doesn't seem fair to the rest. Nothing has changed since the last time I wrote about it. I go to the dr. tomorrow to find out if the anemia is resolving itself. I am hopeful that it is. I am still very tired though. Having a hard time making it through the day. Sitting in my family room right now are 8 laundry baskets full of clean clothes and I physically cannot do anything about them.
We received a letter from the dr. office last week that told us what our portion (after insurance) of the surgery will be. They expect for that to be paid up front. Our insurance isn't bad but the dollar amount was slightly staggering. Not sure how we're going to handle that but we can only take it day by day. We'll figure it out.
I've decided to focus on having fun right now. We spent yesterday on the boat. Friday night we had a bonfire. I am surrounding myself with friends and family and fun. Things that require no thought.
Not thinking is just easier.
We received a letter from the dr. office last week that told us what our portion (after insurance) of the surgery will be. They expect for that to be paid up front. Our insurance isn't bad but the dollar amount was slightly staggering. Not sure how we're going to handle that but we can only take it day by day. We'll figure it out.
I've decided to focus on having fun right now. We spent yesterday on the boat. Friday night we had a bonfire. I am surrounding myself with friends and family and fun. Things that require no thought.
Not thinking is just easier.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
A new beginning
Oh, my girl, how amazing. She is beautiful. I am so incredibly happy for you. Words do not express.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The state of things
Sticking with statements because it's just easier.
Dr. appointment today.
Hemoglobin and hematocrit actually going down. This is not good.
Cannot do surgery right now because I am so anemic and my body is so taxed with that there is a real possibility I would not make it through surgery.
The original plan of surgery on Monday was before my latest round of tests.
Cannot have blood transfusion to correct the anemia because of the type of anemia I have. My blood will not bond with transfused blood.
Non bonding blood = non clotting blood.
Non clotting blood + surgery=bad bad things for Jessie
So what's the plan?
Have to take mega doses of iron and other assorted pills and try to get the anemia resolved on its own.
Once that is resolved will have biopsy.
What that says will determine next step.
Biopsy tentatively scheduled for June 13. Depending on my stupid blood, of course.
So that's where we are. Still knowing nothing. Oh wait...we do know something else.
Dr. said she is 47% confidant that I don't have cancer. She came up with that number only because of my age. Apparently that's pretty much what I've got going for me right now.
How about them odds?
Dr. appointment today.
Hemoglobin and hematocrit actually going down. This is not good.
Cannot do surgery right now because I am so anemic and my body is so taxed with that there is a real possibility I would not make it through surgery.
The original plan of surgery on Monday was before my latest round of tests.
Cannot have blood transfusion to correct the anemia because of the type of anemia I have. My blood will not bond with transfused blood.
Non bonding blood = non clotting blood.
Non clotting blood + surgery=bad bad things for Jessie
So what's the plan?
Have to take mega doses of iron and other assorted pills and try to get the anemia resolved on its own.
Once that is resolved will have biopsy.
What that says will determine next step.
Biopsy tentatively scheduled for June 13. Depending on my stupid blood, of course.
So that's where we are. Still knowing nothing. Oh wait...we do know something else.
Dr. said she is 47% confidant that I don't have cancer. She came up with that number only because of my age. Apparently that's pretty much what I've got going for me right now.
How about them odds?
Monday, May 19, 2008
Long story short...
Severe Anemia of unknown origin.
Other basic medical fun thanks to PCOS.
Stat ultrasound performed last Friday.
Mass of unknown origin with massive blood supply (hence anemia, I'm assuming) located in uterus.
Not presenting as a fibroid or a polyp because of lack of shadowing (WTF does that mean exactly?)
Surgery scheduled for today. Of course, our secretary is on vacation so have to reschedule for next week sometime. Dr. not happy about reschedule. Throws around words like time and essence and cancer.
Note to self. Do not google link between PCOS and uterine cancer. Bad idea.
Trying to see this as an instant weight loss tool. Mass is size of grapefruit. Imagine how much that must weigh!
Kinda losing my shit a little bit.
Other basic medical fun thanks to PCOS.
Stat ultrasound performed last Friday.
Mass of unknown origin with massive blood supply (hence anemia, I'm assuming) located in uterus.
Not presenting as a fibroid or a polyp because of lack of shadowing (WTF does that mean exactly?)
Surgery scheduled for today. Of course, our secretary is on vacation so have to reschedule for next week sometime. Dr. not happy about reschedule. Throws around words like time and essence and cancer.
Note to self. Do not google link between PCOS and uterine cancer. Bad idea.
Trying to see this as an instant weight loss tool. Mass is size of grapefruit. Imagine how much that must weigh!
Kinda losing my shit a little bit.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
The things that drive me nuts
1. Men. No explanation necessary, I'm sure.
2. Work. Once again, see explanation to #1.
3. Teenagers. The sighs. The eye rolls. The huffing. The puffing.
4. Kindergarteners. The sighs. The eye rolls. The huffing. The puffing. All with added crying!
5. Rain and snow. I know I live in Montana. I'm sick of whining about it. It's time for sunshine. Seriously.
Things that I'm loving...
1. My kids. Along with the sighs and the eye rolls and the huffing and the puffing and the crying, they are still damn cute and funny. If not for them, you would have read about me in the paper a long time ago.
2. Beer. Wine. Everything that gets me through the night. ;-)
3. The weather forecast is calling for sunshine and 85 this weekend. If that is true, I will be on a lake on a boat with Ky. And beer. Even though we will probably frighten everyone around with our pasty asses, it will be worth it. Oh so worth it.
The weather forecast had better be right...
2. Work. Once again, see explanation to #1.
3. Teenagers. The sighs. The eye rolls. The huffing. The puffing.
4. Kindergarteners. The sighs. The eye rolls. The huffing. The puffing. All with added crying!
5. Rain and snow. I know I live in Montana. I'm sick of whining about it. It's time for sunshine. Seriously.
Things that I'm loving...
1. My kids. Along with the sighs and the eye rolls and the huffing and the puffing and the crying, they are still damn cute and funny. If not for them, you would have read about me in the paper a long time ago.
2. Beer. Wine. Everything that gets me through the night. ;-)
3. The weather forecast is calling for sunshine and 85 this weekend. If that is true, I will be on a lake on a boat with Ky. And beer. Even though we will probably frighten everyone around with our pasty asses, it will be worth it. Oh so worth it.
The weather forecast had better be right...
Friday, May 09, 2008
May 9, 2008
Dear Mother Nature,
I understand your job is hard. I know it's impossible to make everyone happy. I get it. Would you like me to rub your feet for you? Get you a nice cup of coffee? Tea? ANYTHING? I would do anything for you, you know. Just to get that little smile on your face.
However. I do have a little bone to pick with you. It's May 9. Supposed to be springtime, right? Supposed to be sunny? Can you please explain to me why I'm looking out my window and watching the snow fall? Basically hon, if you're not gonna step it up, BITE MY ASS.
Love and Kisses,
Jessie
I understand your job is hard. I know it's impossible to make everyone happy. I get it. Would you like me to rub your feet for you? Get you a nice cup of coffee? Tea? ANYTHING? I would do anything for you, you know. Just to get that little smile on your face.
However. I do have a little bone to pick with you. It's May 9. Supposed to be springtime, right? Supposed to be sunny? Can you please explain to me why I'm looking out my window and watching the snow fall? Basically hon, if you're not gonna step it up, BITE MY ASS.
Love and Kisses,
Jessie
Sunday, April 27, 2008
The face of six
It's been a week full of songs, cake, presents, parties and birthday snuggles. I don't know where the last 6 (SIX!!!) years have gone but I know I love you more today than ever. You amaze me, my boy. You see more good in people than I ever have. You care more about people than I ever could. You cried at your birthday party yesterday because one of your friends got his feelings hurt by someone else and it just wasn't fair. You will grow up to be a wonderful, caring man who makes an impact. Of that I am completely sure. I love you. I am proud to be your momma.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Well? Have ya?
Your Slogan Should Be |
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Umm...Not sure where to go with this one...
It's definitely not helping my dirty mind, that's for sure.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Good times
I have never watched the Miss USA pagent before. Tonight, for some stupid reason, I am. I've decided to turn it into a drinking game. Whenever the contestants (or donny or marie) say something stupid, I'm going to drink. I give it 10 minutes until I'm knackered.
Oooh, and I had two spoonfuls of cheesecake filling for dinner. I am taking care of my body tonight! Word!
Oooh, and I had two spoonfuls of cheesecake filling for dinner. I am taking care of my body tonight! Word!
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