Category Archives: Surgery

How to Hold it Together When the World Falls Apart

Hi you guys! This is basically my week again…only different surgery on the stomach…I’ll update you later…   ****************************************************************************     I get tired–the kind of tired that makes your bones ache. Sometimes, I get grumpy too. Hey, don’t we all? In this ever-winding road of special needs parenting, I find myself often in a…

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Smooth

Is it Saturday already? At times, this week has flown by. And at others, it has dragged on. Especially from 5 a.m. to about 11 a.m. on Tuesday morning when Tim had surgery on his foot. He plays in an adult soccer league and a week ago Tuesday, he got kicked in the foot. That…

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At least it’s not meth, right?

Guess what I’ve found out about childhood cancer…one of the long term side effects is apparently a raging case of hypochondria. It’s not hard to figure out, but Peyton is addicted to pills.  Not in an Amy-Winehouse-Betty-Ford-bound sort of way…but I suppose that’s what happens when you take daily medications for thirty months. Now that…

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Days of joy!

For all the worry and anticipation, Peyton got her port out with very little fanfare and no complication. THANK GOD! It was an amazing day for us, emotional beyond belief and full of pure joy at this final huge milestone in her treatment. It doesn’t mean that we are positive cancer is gone from our…

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The light at the end of the tunnel keeps getting brighter, yo!

Most people want to start the year with resolutions about losing weight, calling their mother more frequently or keeping their house cleaner. MEH! Our resolution is this: Only one hospital stay this year. Can I get an AMEN?! Because we’re already scheduled for it and if all goes well it makes all further hospital visits…

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We Got the Funk

I had a whole post ready to go about Peyton’s upcoming surgery later this week.  She’s supposed to be getting her port removed and the post told of my anxiety, her excitement, and all the changes having that port out would mean….and NOT mean. But in the course of minutes, the surgery has been postponed…

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Losing My Religion

When I was younger I was, what my wife refers to as, “a searcher” – one who is looking for a spiritual meaning of life. I was looking for answers to how I fitted into the universe and in what shape or form a god, if s/he existed, might take. There were plenty of religions…

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