Wednesday, September 26, 2012


I was loving all the nice, warm, summery weather we had the first few weeks in September but then, BAM!, the weather changed on me.  It has rained on and off for the past two weeks.  The leaves are falling heavily and I'm not seeing the gorgeous autumn colors we usually have.  I'm a spring and fall kind of girl.  I love when the leaves are coming out and flowers are popping up all over.  I love crisp fall days with all the beautiful colors on the sugar maples.  What happened?  One day it was summer, which I thoroughly enjoyed this year, and now it's cold, dreary and I'm feeling a bit down about that.

Last week was our four day AKC licensed field trial at the beagle club.  We also lost an older club member to death.  Very sad.  Phil and I were very close to him and his wife.  Because the funeral took place on Saturday morning none of the club members could attend because we couldn't stop or delay the field trial.  We did go to the funeral home to pay our respects.  The field trial went on and we were able to finish the trial at our club instead of having to move to another club.

We sold four of the five pups from Elsa's litter.  We decided to keep the remaining female pup.  We've named her Roxy and plan to breed her to Rocco when she turns two.  We plan to breed Opal when she comes in season.  She had a miss the last time we bred her to Harley.  We'd like to breed her to Harley again.  The pups we get out of that breeding are amazing!

Since the weather is turning so quickly we've got to finish the kennel sooner rather than later.  The radiant floor heating system is in but the hot water tanks are not hooked up yet.  We need to put up insulation and then wall boards before we get the metal kennel panels to attach to the inner walls.  We have 10 rolls of insulation and we have the wall boards.  They're very heavy.  I don't know if Phil can lift them by himself or if I can even help with that.  I'd like to buy four sets of kennel panels for right now and then the remainder next spring.

On another subject, I usually have a PET scan at the end of September.  It's once a year now instead of twice a year.  I haven't been contacted by the cancer center to schedule it yet.  My appointment with the oncologist is the first week of October.  I don't know if they've forgotten about me or are just too busy right now.  Most times I get a phone call but I've also received a scheduling notice in the mail.  If I don't hear anything by Friday I'll give them a call on Monday.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Five Years Today!

Five years ago today Phil and I were at the hospital as I had my first colonoscopy.  The doctor came in to Recovery to tell me he'd found a tumor and I needed surgery right away.  And then he left.  I never saw him again.

My journey into cancerville was filled with terror at the thought that cancer means death and at the age of 45 I was going to die.  Every day was filled with panic that this might be THAT day.  I never heard a positive or hopeful comment from a doctor or nurse about my situation.  Everyone told me to plan for the inevitable.  Even the insurance company had a palliative care manager call and ask to coordinate my care.  Cancer is scary business.  Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

The only hope I felt was when I met with Dr. Arthur James Moser at UPMC and he told me that he had a plan and he thought he could help me.  At the same time he also explained that there was a man across the hall who had pancreatic cancer who he would not be able to help.  I felt a horrible stabbing pain in my gut when he said that.  While I was finally given hope the man across the hall was being told something different.

Today, and every day that I continue to wake up in the morning, I am thankful that God gave me an additional five years of life!  I continue to have a wonderful life with my husband.  God has blessed us with three beautiful granddaughters!  My parents are in good health.  Mom has gone through her own journey with cancer and after chemo and radiation she is clear!  My oldest son had his first colonoscopy.  His doctor said he had the colon of a teenager.  If that means he'll never develop colon cancer then this mom shouts Hallelujah!

So, today is a day of celebration for me.  I am a cancer survivor.  Prayer works.

Monday, September 3, 2012

What's this Grandmother to do?

Friday morning I was on the way to drop off clothes with Jassie and Dixie.  I got a call from Jassie on my cellphone asking if she could come over to visit.  I said yes and when I got there Dixie's bag was packed and ready to go, too.  Of course, later I would find out that Jassie packed Dixie's bag and there were absolutely no clothes in the bag which fit Dixie!  There were no shoes for Dixie to be found so I had to take her barefoot and the only carseat I was given for her to sit in was a booster seat for an older, larger child.  This really ticked me off!  I strapped her in the seat and away we went.  It was no time at all before she climbed out of it and was reaching for the handle to get out of the car.  Immediately I clicked on the child lockout button.  I went straight to Walmart to shop for a carseat, shoes and diapers.  GRRRR!  This makes me so mad.  I have one daughter in law who truly cares for her daughter and the other one can't really be bothered.  I don't understand this at all.  I don't know the last time the girls have been to the doctor for checkups or to get their shots.  Jassie was supposed to have her teeth fixed by the dentist over a year ago and still this hasn't been done.  I am worried that the decay from the tooth which chipped and fell out will ruin the remainder of her teeth.  She is very self conscious of her teeth and won't open her mouth to smile for photos.  How can a mother not do what's in the best interest of her child?  I can't blame the entire situation on her mother because my son should step up and take over where the mother isn't doing her job.  What can I do to make sure that my granddaughters are taken care of properly?