Dear Kids,
Yay! I have no medical news this week! I’m doing better and better, and Dad’s neck has completely healed up. I’m feeling so good that we went on a walk down Hilltop Road yesterday afternoon. It was glorious. Just being outside in the beautiful clean air, with the fabulous view down onto the Provo River, gave my spirits a big boost. We walked too far, and I was too tired to walk back, so I sat down to rest and sent Dad back to get the car. A nice guy who was pulling his boat into his back yard said he was glad to see me up and around, and asked me if I wanted a drink of water. People are so good!
It’s less than six weeks till July 28, that wonderful day for the Allen family reunion and Lucy’s baptism. The reunion will be at Riverwoods Park, where we always have it, probably about 9 am. I’ll send you more info when Bonnie gets it out. And then, at 5 pm, Lucy will be baptized in the Provo River! What a courageous little girl! I’d thought we might have the afterparty there at the river, but Sharon pointed out that Lucy will be cold and wet. (Seth, too.) So we’ll come back here to our house for the dinner, probably hamburgers and hot dogs. Sharon is in charge. It will be a wonderful evening. Then, August 2-5 will be our Ackerson family reunion at Pineview. We’ll be camping over for Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights. Nora will be sending out more information when it gets closer. We’re really excited about that! So much fun coming up. I’m so glad to be getting well again!
I’ve got a regular hair-coloring studio going here! Last Sunday morning, when Nora was here with her kids, Paige added some more pink to her ends. Then, Sunday night, when the rest of our visitors were here, I put a streak of purple in Anna’s hair. Then Kim did purple streaks in Abi and Ali’s hair. These little girls were very excited about it. We tried to get Julie to color her hair, and she said she wanted to, but she works in John’s office and Heather’s dress code is very specific about that. My own hair color varies from week to week, from purple to pink and back again.
Thursday mornings, when Dad and I go to the Heber senior center, we often see crews from state corrections working on the library grounds. Last Thursday morning Kristen Danielson was in the group. She was sweeping the sidewalk, and it looked like she was having fun. The crew were all girls, with matching pink t-shirts. Kristen said she wasn’t allowed to talk to us–she could only say hi.
Life is good. I love you all! Mom
Sunday, June 10, 2018
Dear Kids,
My medical troubles go on and on. Last week I wrote that I was feeling better and better (and Dad, too) but I spoke too soon. Just a couple of hours after I posted my letter, something really weird happened–my stoma prolapsed. (If you google it, you can see how icky it is, but I don’t recommend it.) I called my doctor’s answering service, and got his partner, Dr. Dean, who told me it wasn’t a big deal. He said that I could easily wait another day (since it was a Sunday morning) and make an appointment to see my regular surgeon, Dr. Bossart. So I spent the day mostly lying down, trying not to aggravate it. By evening it was swollen and bleeding and looking awful. I called in again, and Dr. Dean told me to go to the emergency room. The weird thing is, Donna and Bevan were here fixing us dinner, (bless their souls) exactly like the Sunday night six weeks ago when I had to go to the emergency room. So we left in the middle of dinner (again) and Dad drove me down to the ER at LDS Hospital. After they checked me in, they called Dr. Dean and he came and looked at my stoma. He got a packet of sugar from the break room and sprinkled some on, because he said he’d seen on the internet that it might make the stoma shrink and go back inside. Funny–I’d just read that same article. Is that how our doctors know what to do, they just google it? Well, of course it didn’t work. They called in Dr. Bossart, and he started fiddling with it, and was eventually able to push it back inside. (I’m really sorry this is so gross.) But of course it wasn’t going to stay, so they put me on the surgical schedule for the next day. And they moved me up to the sixth floor, my old haunt from my last two visits. I even had the same room I had the first time!
The operation was really simple, and Dr. Bossart said some people don’t feel any pain from it. But of course I’m not “some people,” and I’ve had a lot of pain. But luckily the pain from my incision in the back has practically gone away, so I only have my front side to worry about now. And I think it will heal lots faster than the back.
I have to get better quickly because I’m taking on new piano students this week–adults, of course. Tomorrow Claren Palmer is coming from West Valley, to have a lesson here at our house. I used to teach him in our Lighthouse piano class, and then he took over the class when Dad and I had to bail out. He said he wants to come here for lessons, and to fish in the Provo River while he’s at it. He’s going to pay me with this fabulous fruit cake that he bakes. Then, on Thursday, I’m starting a new session of my senior piano class in Heber. So now I’ll be teaching there from nine to twelve every Thursday morning. It isn’t work, though, because my students are so wonderful.
Since my letter is totally about me this week, I’ll add one more thing. I changed my hair color again, from pink to purple, and this isn’t the discreet purple highlights I’ve had before. It’s bright! It turned out way brighter and more purple than I imagined. Maybe I’ll post a picture.
Meanwhile, I love you all and hope your lives are going well. Mom
My medical troubles go on and on. Last week I wrote that I was feeling better and better (and Dad, too) but I spoke too soon. Just a couple of hours after I posted my letter, something really weird happened–my stoma prolapsed. (If you google it, you can see how icky it is, but I don’t recommend it.) I called my doctor’s answering service, and got his partner, Dr. Dean, who told me it wasn’t a big deal. He said that I could easily wait another day (since it was a Sunday morning) and make an appointment to see my regular surgeon, Dr. Bossart. So I spent the day mostly lying down, trying not to aggravate it. By evening it was swollen and bleeding and looking awful. I called in again, and Dr. Dean told me to go to the emergency room. The weird thing is, Donna and Bevan were here fixing us dinner, (bless their souls) exactly like the Sunday night six weeks ago when I had to go to the emergency room. So we left in the middle of dinner (again) and Dad drove me down to the ER at LDS Hospital. After they checked me in, they called Dr. Dean and he came and looked at my stoma. He got a packet of sugar from the break room and sprinkled some on, because he said he’d seen on the internet that it might make the stoma shrink and go back inside. Funny–I’d just read that same article. Is that how our doctors know what to do, they just google it? Well, of course it didn’t work. They called in Dr. Bossart, and he started fiddling with it, and was eventually able to push it back inside. (I’m really sorry this is so gross.) But of course it wasn’t going to stay, so they put me on the surgical schedule for the next day. And they moved me up to the sixth floor, my old haunt from my last two visits. I even had the same room I had the first time!
The operation was really simple, and Dr. Bossart said some people don’t feel any pain from it. But of course I’m not “some people,” and I’ve had a lot of pain. But luckily the pain from my incision in the back has practically gone away, so I only have my front side to worry about now. And I think it will heal lots faster than the back.
I have to get better quickly because I’m taking on new piano students this week–adults, of course. Tomorrow Claren Palmer is coming from West Valley, to have a lesson here at our house. I used to teach him in our Lighthouse piano class, and then he took over the class when Dad and I had to bail out. He said he wants to come here for lessons, and to fish in the Provo River while he’s at it. He’s going to pay me with this fabulous fruit cake that he bakes. Then, on Thursday, I’m starting a new session of my senior piano class in Heber. So now I’ll be teaching there from nine to twelve every Thursday morning. It isn’t work, though, because my students are so wonderful.
Since my letter is totally about me this week, I’ll add one more thing. I changed my hair color again, from pink to purple, and this isn’t the discreet purple highlights I’ve had before. It’s bright! It turned out way brighter and more purple than I imagined. Maybe I’ll post a picture.
Meanwhile, I love you all and hope your lives are going well. Mom
Sunday, June 3, 2018
Dear Kids,
This beautiful spring weather goes on and on, and Dad and I are feeling better and better. Dad’s neck hardly bleeds at all now, and his wound is closing up. He can cover it with a bandaid and not get blood on his clothes now. I think I’ll build a fire in the firepit this morning and burn up all his old bloodied garment tops. Nora’s family is coming for a visit, and maybe they can help me with that. They’re on the late Sunday schedule now, and this will be their second Sunday morning visit in two weeks. It’s been lots of fun.
My life is getting lots more normal, too. Yesterday Dad and I worked in the yard. He mowed and trimmed, and I planted a new potentilla bush. I sprayed some Roundup on our weeds and re-buried some of my sprinkler tubing that has popped up. It just felt wonderful to be outside. I’ve already missed out on most of this beautiful spring, but I don’t plan to miss out on any more of it.
It was great having so many of you here Sunday night for Dad’s and Dallin’s party. Thanks for Donna for preparing so much of the food, and thanks to the rest of you for the things you brought. Thanks to all of you who went in on the snow blower. Dad is absolutely thrilled with it. It doesn’t bother him that there’s no snow now. He can tinker with its parts. It’s really a beautiful machine.
I mentioned a while ago about the ads that show up on your phones, and how they reflect what you’ve googled and what you’ve bought. A couple of months ago I was getting ads for brown sandals, and then for cheap colonoscopies, and then for lawyers doing wills and estates (creepy!). But what’s this: now I’m getting ads for criminal defense lawyers! Maybe I did something terrible while I was high on pain pills. Who knows?
Here’s a thought for the day: The scriptures say “weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” (Proverbs 30:5) Why doesn’t it say “joy in the night and weeping in the morning?” Just wondering.
I hope you’re all doing great! Have fun with all your summer plans!
Love, Mom
This beautiful spring weather goes on and on, and Dad and I are feeling better and better. Dad’s neck hardly bleeds at all now, and his wound is closing up. He can cover it with a bandaid and not get blood on his clothes now. I think I’ll build a fire in the firepit this morning and burn up all his old bloodied garment tops. Nora’s family is coming for a visit, and maybe they can help me with that. They’re on the late Sunday schedule now, and this will be their second Sunday morning visit in two weeks. It’s been lots of fun.
My life is getting lots more normal, too. Yesterday Dad and I worked in the yard. He mowed and trimmed, and I planted a new potentilla bush. I sprayed some Roundup on our weeds and re-buried some of my sprinkler tubing that has popped up. It just felt wonderful to be outside. I’ve already missed out on most of this beautiful spring, but I don’t plan to miss out on any more of it.
It was great having so many of you here Sunday night for Dad’s and Dallin’s party. Thanks for Donna for preparing so much of the food, and thanks to the rest of you for the things you brought. Thanks to all of you who went in on the snow blower. Dad is absolutely thrilled with it. It doesn’t bother him that there’s no snow now. He can tinker with its parts. It’s really a beautiful machine.
I mentioned a while ago about the ads that show up on your phones, and how they reflect what you’ve googled and what you’ve bought. A couple of months ago I was getting ads for brown sandals, and then for cheap colonoscopies, and then for lawyers doing wills and estates (creepy!). But what’s this: now I’m getting ads for criminal defense lawyers! Maybe I did something terrible while I was high on pain pills. Who knows?
Here’s a thought for the day: The scriptures say “weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” (Proverbs 30:5) Why doesn’t it say “joy in the night and weeping in the morning?” Just wondering.
I hope you’re all doing great! Have fun with all your summer plans!
Love, Mom
Sunday, May 27, 2018
Dear Kids,
Happy Birthday to Dad and Dallin! We’re looking forward to seeing a lot of you at the party this evening. It’s supposed to rain around noon, but it’s also supposed to clear out by early evening. We can have a lot of fun whatever. Thanks to all of you who went in on Dad’s present! He already knows about it; in fact, it’s in our garage right now. He goes out and visits it several times a day. Thanks to Bevan for finding it!
Our medical news is getting better. Dad’s neck has nearly stopped bleeding, and it’s mostly closed up. I’m doing a little better, too. I’m feeling a little less pain, and Dad says my incision is starting to heal. (I can’t see it myself, so he gives me regular reports.) I’m grateful for any progress at all, and I thank you for all of your prayers. I know that’s helped. My troubles have gone on for a long time, but your prayers have helped me feel better about my whole situation. I talked to my radiation doctor a couple of weeks ago, and he said that when I’m all healed up, I should meet with a medical oncologist and have him look at my films–something about the nerve endings being close to my tumor, and evaluating the “pathology” of it all. I didn’t quite follow. He said they might recommend a “little bit” of chemo. I hope they won’t find anything more. I don’t want to cross any more bridges when I come to them.
We’ve had beautiful weather this week, and on Friday Dad and I turned on our sprinklers. We only had a couple of breaks in our drip lines, but nothing major. It was just fun to be outside working in the yard again. Yesterday I spent about half an hour raking dirt, and I’m hoping to be able to handle more as the days go on. It’s funny–I’m OK moving around, but if I stand or sit, I’m in a lot of pain. So church is a problem. Last week I went to the first part of sacrament meeting (in Francis 2nd ward, because my beloved Spanish branch has been dissolved) but I had to leave right after the sacrament. It was too hard to sit. Today I’m hoping to make it longer.
It’s hard to believe summer is here! It’s time to think about summer fun. The big Allen family reunion at Riverwoods park is July 28th, and Lucy’s baptism will be that evening, in the Provo River. I hope it’s a nice hot day. At least Seth won’t have to cut through any ice, like some people have done to be baptized.
Then, August 2-4 is our Ackerson family reunion. (Or will it start on the evening of the 1st?) I’m excited about Pineview. We’ll have a wonderful time, like we always do.
Lots of love, Mom
Happy Birthday to Dad and Dallin! We’re looking forward to seeing a lot of you at the party this evening. It’s supposed to rain around noon, but it’s also supposed to clear out by early evening. We can have a lot of fun whatever. Thanks to all of you who went in on Dad’s present! He already knows about it; in fact, it’s in our garage right now. He goes out and visits it several times a day. Thanks to Bevan for finding it!
Our medical news is getting better. Dad’s neck has nearly stopped bleeding, and it’s mostly closed up. I’m doing a little better, too. I’m feeling a little less pain, and Dad says my incision is starting to heal. (I can’t see it myself, so he gives me regular reports.) I’m grateful for any progress at all, and I thank you for all of your prayers. I know that’s helped. My troubles have gone on for a long time, but your prayers have helped me feel better about my whole situation. I talked to my radiation doctor a couple of weeks ago, and he said that when I’m all healed up, I should meet with a medical oncologist and have him look at my films–something about the nerve endings being close to my tumor, and evaluating the “pathology” of it all. I didn’t quite follow. He said they might recommend a “little bit” of chemo. I hope they won’t find anything more. I don’t want to cross any more bridges when I come to them.
We’ve had beautiful weather this week, and on Friday Dad and I turned on our sprinklers. We only had a couple of breaks in our drip lines, but nothing major. It was just fun to be outside working in the yard again. Yesterday I spent about half an hour raking dirt, and I’m hoping to be able to handle more as the days go on. It’s funny–I’m OK moving around, but if I stand or sit, I’m in a lot of pain. So church is a problem. Last week I went to the first part of sacrament meeting (in Francis 2nd ward, because my beloved Spanish branch has been dissolved) but I had to leave right after the sacrament. It was too hard to sit. Today I’m hoping to make it longer.
It’s hard to believe summer is here! It’s time to think about summer fun. The big Allen family reunion at Riverwoods park is July 28th, and Lucy’s baptism will be that evening, in the Provo River. I hope it’s a nice hot day. At least Seth won’t have to cut through any ice, like some people have done to be baptized.
Then, August 2-4 is our Ackerson family reunion. (Or will it start on the evening of the 1st?) I’m excited about Pineview. We’ll have a wonderful time, like we always do.
Lots of love, Mom
Sunday, May 20, 2018
Dear Kids,
A week from today is Dad’s birthday, and Dallin’s, too. There will be a birthday celebration/dinner here at our house at 5 pm. Donna is planning the dinner, so you can call her for a food assignment. If you need an idea for a present for Dad, you call or text me. It’s supposed to be warm here that day, with only a 10% chance of rain, so we can have a lot of fun outside. Be there or be square!
Our medical adventures go on and on. Dad’s neck bleeds every day, but just a little bit, and it’s old blood. We saw his doctor on Wednesday, and he wasn’t at all concerned. He said this could go on for a long time, but it’s very upsetting for Dad. For me, too, because he’s ruined three garment tops, and I have to wash them every day. If he wears them over and over, he won’t ruin any more. Dad thought Tina would be interested in his gooey neck, since she’s a jungle cat way down deep, but she doesn’t like old blood.
I’m still the same. I saw my doctor on Wednesday, and he said my incision is starting to heal, but I can’t feel any difference. If anything, it hurts more than ever. He said that’s just part of the healing process, which made no sense at all to me. The pharmacy is balking now at refilling my ultram prescription, so I have to get my doctor to prescribe it differently, and see if that will help. I wish there were more to my life than constant pain. I’m able to do a few minor projects, but I can’t play the piano, because it hurts me so much to sit. It hurts to stand, too, although I can walk around a little bit. So everything I can do lying down, I do. But it’s a boring life. The worst thing is that it’s beautiful spring weather outside, and I can’t go out and work in the yard.
But there are good things. Jana McGettigan and Cami Cook came to visit me on Thursday, and they entertained me wonderfully with their news of the outside world. Our old neighborhood chapel at Bangerter and 4100 South is going to be demolished to make way for a traffic overpass at that intersection. Where can they possibly build a new church around there? Maybe John is right, that we’ll all be going to a 2-hour Sunday block soon, and they can fit four wards in each building. That way, they won’t have to build so many chapels.
Another good thing is that people from our ward have been bringing us food and goodies. This week we got chocolate frosted cookies and cin-a-bons. There are other invalids in our ward, but we’re probably the only home that has two of them, so we get a lot of attention.
So life is good. I love you all! Mom
A week from today is Dad’s birthday, and Dallin’s, too. There will be a birthday celebration/dinner here at our house at 5 pm. Donna is planning the dinner, so you can call her for a food assignment. If you need an idea for a present for Dad, you call or text me. It’s supposed to be warm here that day, with only a 10% chance of rain, so we can have a lot of fun outside. Be there or be square!
Our medical adventures go on and on. Dad’s neck bleeds every day, but just a little bit, and it’s old blood. We saw his doctor on Wednesday, and he wasn’t at all concerned. He said this could go on for a long time, but it’s very upsetting for Dad. For me, too, because he’s ruined three garment tops, and I have to wash them every day. If he wears them over and over, he won’t ruin any more. Dad thought Tina would be interested in his gooey neck, since she’s a jungle cat way down deep, but she doesn’t like old blood.
I’m still the same. I saw my doctor on Wednesday, and he said my incision is starting to heal, but I can’t feel any difference. If anything, it hurts more than ever. He said that’s just part of the healing process, which made no sense at all to me. The pharmacy is balking now at refilling my ultram prescription, so I have to get my doctor to prescribe it differently, and see if that will help. I wish there were more to my life than constant pain. I’m able to do a few minor projects, but I can’t play the piano, because it hurts me so much to sit. It hurts to stand, too, although I can walk around a little bit. So everything I can do lying down, I do. But it’s a boring life. The worst thing is that it’s beautiful spring weather outside, and I can’t go out and work in the yard.
But there are good things. Jana McGettigan and Cami Cook came to visit me on Thursday, and they entertained me wonderfully with their news of the outside world. Our old neighborhood chapel at Bangerter and 4100 South is going to be demolished to make way for a traffic overpass at that intersection. Where can they possibly build a new church around there? Maybe John is right, that we’ll all be going to a 2-hour Sunday block soon, and they can fit four wards in each building. That way, they won’t have to build so many chapels.
Another good thing is that people from our ward have been bringing us food and goodies. This week we got chocolate frosted cookies and cin-a-bons. There are other invalids in our ward, but we’re probably the only home that has two of them, so we get a lot of attention.
So life is good. I love you all! Mom
Sunday, May 13, 2018
Dear Kids,
Happy Mothers Day to all my wonderful daughters and daughters-in-law. You are all doing so well raising your children and organizing your families and being wonderful homemakers! I’m very proud of you all!
In case anybody didn’t hear about Dad’s surgery adventure, I’ll recap it here. Tuesday morning he had the squamous cell carcinoma cut out of his neck, a circle about an inch and a half across, and as thin as a piece of skin. The doctor was able to pull enough loose skin together to sew it up, without a skin graft, and it looked really good. (If a Frankenstein scar can look good.) Dad was supposed to go home and take it easy, and he mostly did, except for going up and down the stairs a couple of times. So what happened next wasn’t his fault. About 2 pm the incision broke open and blood started pouring down his neck, soaking his shirt. I honestly thought he was going to bleed to death. I had him hold gauze pads over the wound, but the blood poured through anyway. I was (miraculously) able to get his doctor on the phone, and he said we both needed to calm down. (“Each of you take a deep breath,” he said.) Nobody has ever bled to death from this procedure. He said to keep applying pressure, and it would stop bleeding eventually. It did, but not until late that night. The next morning we met the doctor in his office, and he said it looked OK. Dad was supposed to hold ice packs over it, and we needed to drop by again later in the afternoon. (Since it was Wednesday, we were in Salt Lake anyway.) So we came back at 3 pm, and the doctor said it was going to be fine. It looks terrible, but it’s gradually getting better, and Dad is feeling better.
Unlike me. My incision is still open, and still hurts terribly. My doctor said this could go on for another four weeks. I guess I’ll stand it somehow. I discovered I could double up on my pain medication–just because our insurance coverage limits me to just one pill every four hours, I can pay for more out of my pocket. As long as the doctor prescribes it, the pharmacy will fill it. Anyway, it’s not a narcotic, but ultram. Katie told me it doesn’t do any good, but it’s helping me. That, and everybody’s prayers. So I’m taking two ultram every four hours, and making it through each day. Someday I’ll look back on all this and think it was good for me. Right now I can’t see the big picture.
So I dyed my hair pink. It was easy. I bought a pouch of pink dye off Amazon, and it only took a little bit to really brighten up my hair. It will wash out eventually, but I’m enjoying my new look now. If you can’t do anything else to make your life better, at least you can change your hair color.
Lots of love, Mom
Happy Mothers Day to all my wonderful daughters and daughters-in-law. You are all doing so well raising your children and organizing your families and being wonderful homemakers! I’m very proud of you all!
In case anybody didn’t hear about Dad’s surgery adventure, I’ll recap it here. Tuesday morning he had the squamous cell carcinoma cut out of his neck, a circle about an inch and a half across, and as thin as a piece of skin. The doctor was able to pull enough loose skin together to sew it up, without a skin graft, and it looked really good. (If a Frankenstein scar can look good.) Dad was supposed to go home and take it easy, and he mostly did, except for going up and down the stairs a couple of times. So what happened next wasn’t his fault. About 2 pm the incision broke open and blood started pouring down his neck, soaking his shirt. I honestly thought he was going to bleed to death. I had him hold gauze pads over the wound, but the blood poured through anyway. I was (miraculously) able to get his doctor on the phone, and he said we both needed to calm down. (“Each of you take a deep breath,” he said.) Nobody has ever bled to death from this procedure. He said to keep applying pressure, and it would stop bleeding eventually. It did, but not until late that night. The next morning we met the doctor in his office, and he said it looked OK. Dad was supposed to hold ice packs over it, and we needed to drop by again later in the afternoon. (Since it was Wednesday, we were in Salt Lake anyway.) So we came back at 3 pm, and the doctor said it was going to be fine. It looks terrible, but it’s gradually getting better, and Dad is feeling better.
Unlike me. My incision is still open, and still hurts terribly. My doctor said this could go on for another four weeks. I guess I’ll stand it somehow. I discovered I could double up on my pain medication–just because our insurance coverage limits me to just one pill every four hours, I can pay for more out of my pocket. As long as the doctor prescribes it, the pharmacy will fill it. Anyway, it’s not a narcotic, but ultram. Katie told me it doesn’t do any good, but it’s helping me. That, and everybody’s prayers. So I’m taking two ultram every four hours, and making it through each day. Someday I’ll look back on all this and think it was good for me. Right now I can’t see the big picture.
So I dyed my hair pink. It was easy. I bought a pouch of pink dye off Amazon, and it only took a little bit to really brighten up my hair. It will wash out eventually, but I’m enjoying my new look now. If you can’t do anything else to make your life better, at least you can change your hair color.
Lots of love, Mom
Sunday, May 6, 2018
Dear Kids,
On Monday, Dad got the results of his biopsy, and as you can guess (the way things have been going for us,) it wasn’t benign. It’s a squamous cell carcinoma. He’s going to have it removed on Tuesday, not by our regular dermatologist, but by a Mhos doctor in Sugarhouse. (Mhos is a special procedure, named after the doctor who invented it, where a lab technician examines each piece of tissue the doctor removes, until the area is finally clear of the cancer.) Because the area is so large and flat, Dad might have to have skin grafts when they’re done. What is it with us, that every medical thing is as bad as it can possibly be? I’m just glad we have good medical care available, and that our insurance has an out-of-pocket limit. (Which we’ve just about hit.) Anyway, Dad can use your prayers for Tuesday. He’s very nervous.
And naturally I’ve had another hitch in my recovery. Things had been going really well, and last Monday I even drove a jazzy around Walmart. But Monday night I started feeling a lot of pain from my incision, so I called my doctor Tuesday morning. I saw him Wednesday, and he said my incision has totally opened up. He blamed it on the radiation I had, which he said is still working on my body tissues. I thought he might stitch it up again, but he said the best thing is to leave it open until it heals itself, which he promised would happen. He told me to soak it twice a day, and he showed Dad how to pack it with gauze. And I still have my home health nurse coming. Between the two of them I’m well taken care of, but the pain is really intense. So I still need your prayers. You won’t run out of people to pray for, as long as Dad and I are around.
The only nice thing about all this is that people are so good to us. Especially you kids! We really appreciate all the help (and food) you’ve given us. When you’re sick you see the best side of everybody! Yesterday morning the Spanish branch president brought a crew to work on our yard. They mowed and trimmed and pulled weeds, and it looks really good now. Dad and I have been doing what we can, but it was nice to have the extra help. I can’t count all the people who have helped us out!
It’s supposed to be warm today, 76 for a high, and our fire pit is crying out to be used. So if any of you who come tonight, we can make smores! I have everything we need. And I bought more of those colored IKEA cups, so there’s one for every grandchild now, with his or her name on them. My stack is gigantic.
Jane and Joe came to visit yesterday, and while Joe took Dad to get a hamburger, and drive around, Jane and I had fun talking and watching a movie (Ball of Fire.) It’s sure fun having them live close by now. We’re so lucky to have lots of family around us!
I love you all! Mom
On Monday, Dad got the results of his biopsy, and as you can guess (the way things have been going for us,) it wasn’t benign. It’s a squamous cell carcinoma. He’s going to have it removed on Tuesday, not by our regular dermatologist, but by a Mhos doctor in Sugarhouse. (Mhos is a special procedure, named after the doctor who invented it, where a lab technician examines each piece of tissue the doctor removes, until the area is finally clear of the cancer.) Because the area is so large and flat, Dad might have to have skin grafts when they’re done. What is it with us, that every medical thing is as bad as it can possibly be? I’m just glad we have good medical care available, and that our insurance has an out-of-pocket limit. (Which we’ve just about hit.) Anyway, Dad can use your prayers for Tuesday. He’s very nervous.
And naturally I’ve had another hitch in my recovery. Things had been going really well, and last Monday I even drove a jazzy around Walmart. But Monday night I started feeling a lot of pain from my incision, so I called my doctor Tuesday morning. I saw him Wednesday, and he said my incision has totally opened up. He blamed it on the radiation I had, which he said is still working on my body tissues. I thought he might stitch it up again, but he said the best thing is to leave it open until it heals itself, which he promised would happen. He told me to soak it twice a day, and he showed Dad how to pack it with gauze. And I still have my home health nurse coming. Between the two of them I’m well taken care of, but the pain is really intense. So I still need your prayers. You won’t run out of people to pray for, as long as Dad and I are around.
The only nice thing about all this is that people are so good to us. Especially you kids! We really appreciate all the help (and food) you’ve given us. When you’re sick you see the best side of everybody! Yesterday morning the Spanish branch president brought a crew to work on our yard. They mowed and trimmed and pulled weeds, and it looks really good now. Dad and I have been doing what we can, but it was nice to have the extra help. I can’t count all the people who have helped us out!
It’s supposed to be warm today, 76 for a high, and our fire pit is crying out to be used. So if any of you who come tonight, we can make smores! I have everything we need. And I bought more of those colored IKEA cups, so there’s one for every grandchild now, with his or her name on them. My stack is gigantic.
Jane and Joe came to visit yesterday, and while Joe took Dad to get a hamburger, and drive around, Jane and I had fun talking and watching a movie (Ball of Fire.) It’s sure fun having them live close by now. We’re so lucky to have lots of family around us!
I love you all! Mom
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