Sorry I know there is a lot of spelling errors....
Things have been going ...well.... good and bad I guess. Two of the kids in my preschool are moving in a couple of weeks leaving me with some openings. But I have already been in contact with a mom who asked that I let her know if I had openings and I already met with another mom yesterday about her daughter too. So I may have the slots filled before they move, which is a good thing!
Today I took the kids to the store and let my daughter pick out her first school backpack. She got a cute pink Hello Kitty one with stars and little lightning bolts and hearts on it. It matches her Hello Kitty lunch box perfectly that she picked out a couple of years ago (we bought it and put it away for her since it was on clearance for only a couple of bucks).
Afterwards we picked up her friend to join us at the local splashpad.... We weren't even there 20 minutes and the heat got to me horribly!!! I felt so sick despite drinking my ice water and sitting in the shade. The heat just messes with my stomach so bad and there weren't any bathrooms at the park! So I yelled for the kids to get in the van as fast as they could- I didn't care they were soaking wet- and we rushed over to my friend's house. I ran the kids in and ran to the bathroom... I was SSSOOOO embarrassed!!! But what could I do at that point? She was awesome enough to let us all hang out until I cooled down and my stomach settled to where I felt I could drive home. So even though the splashpad playdate got cut short I know the kids enjoyed having the playdate over there.
So my grandmother has been in town from FL for the last few months. It was not a liesurely visit but for medical reasons. She has a disease that I cannot spell let alone pronounce but on top of that she only has half of a working heart and for the past few years she has been having major issues with kidneys slowly starting to fail, retaining fluids (not to gross anyone out but she has to literally have the fluids drained otherwise they fill her lungs and her body could quite literally drown itself) and then a couple of years ago we found out she was having heart failure on top of everything else. So she met with specialists out here at the Heart hospital and Mayo and she comes out every so often to meet with them. She has been now living on a strict no salt and no added sugar diet and limited to basically only being allowed to sit and walk and lay down. Well she met with the doctors and they gave her the news, her heart, what still works, is failing and there is nothing they can do about it. They thought it may be caused by all the different medications that she has taken over the years for her disease catching up to her- she had to fire her old doctor in FL because he was older and wasn't updating himself on the latest info and watching how some meds interact with other meds to a point that he had her on lethal doses of some meds and she didn't even know it (he was her doctor for years and she trusted him and didn't think to question) and then she met with a doctor out here and ended up havinbg to do months of oral chemo just to ween herself of the meds to do new meds. She still has to have her I.V. treatments. But there is nothing they can do to fix her heart now. She can't do any surgery because she can't go under anestisia with her disease or she'll never wake up again. So all she can do is stick with her diet and limited mobility and wait and hope it prolongs the inevitable.... My grandmother has lived such a hard life. She grew up with an abusive father, married and had my dad young, battled breast cancer leaving her without her left breast and scarred up from the treatments (medical science wasn;t so invasive back then), found out her husband had lung cancer when he went to pick her up from the hospital when she finished her cancer treatments, her husband died leaving her as a single mother to my dad when he was about 17 right before Christmas, she lived poor as a seamstress until she was forced to retire when her right hand became paralyzed and living in the original house that was built on her property when the property was literally first "claimed" while it molds and mildews and needs to be torned down but she can't afford to rebuild but she is too stubborn to sell the property and move out here with us, while battling her disease her whole life.
When the doctors diagnosed her with the disease they would tell patients that they needed to take it easy with everything, not over do it or be too energetic and that she would be in a wheelchair by age 50 completely dependant on a nurse for everything. She ignored them. She clogged for years(its a type of line-dancing meets tap dancing). She gardens on her property. She has one of the greenest thumbs I have ever known. She has hobbies of baking and sewing and painting. She gave up the painting when she had to learn how to write lefthanded but it hasn't stopped her from baking and sewing (her sewing projects just are simpler and take longer than they used too). she is one of the craftiest people I have ever known. She still continues to mow her acres of property in the country on her riding lawnmower... She just turned 70 this past May. She can be a comlete "spitfire" and off color at times to where she can really piss you off or offend someone. I have had my moments of being sick of her I will admit. I actually stake claim of being the first person in my family to stand up to her, which ended in a screaming and cursing match, but I think our relationship has improved because of it. She is aware that I will not take her shit and will stand up to her and because of that we have been able to be more open and honest about our feelings without having to sugar-coat everything. I enjoy doing things with her even more now. My ability to speak my mind despite it possibly hurting someone's feelings or offending someone who thinks differently is something that I like to credit to her. She is a good woman- I will never forget the lessons of honesty she taught me growing up. She is quite literally the strongest woman I know. I am just having a extremely difficult time accepting her prognosis. I cannot accept her becoming weak. And she is stubburn too so she wont let you know that she is terrified. When they told her to take it easy she said no "if I slow down then it will catch up to me". Now doctors tell patients with her disease not to slow down. Because of her being stubborn she has probably out lived many people who where diagnosed when she was since she hasn't slowed down. I just don't know how to handle watching her slowly fade and become weaker and weaker. Its not fair. She has survived through so much, and now all we can do is wait and hope to prolong the inevitable.
Today I took the kids to the store and let my daughter pick out her first school backpack. She got a cute pink Hello Kitty one with stars and little lightning bolts and hearts on it. It matches her Hello Kitty lunch box perfectly that she picked out a couple of years ago (we bought it and put it away for her since it was on clearance for only a couple of bucks).
Afterwards we picked up her friend to join us at the local splashpad.... We weren't even there 20 minutes and the heat got to me horribly!!! I felt so sick despite drinking my ice water and sitting in the shade. The heat just messes with my stomach so bad and there weren't any bathrooms at the park! So I yelled for the kids to get in the van as fast as they could- I didn't care they were soaking wet- and we rushed over to my friend's house. I ran the kids in and ran to the bathroom... I was SSSOOOO embarrassed!!! But what could I do at that point? She was awesome enough to let us all hang out until I cooled down and my stomach settled to where I felt I could drive home. So even though the splashpad playdate got cut short I know the kids enjoyed having the playdate over there.
So my grandmother has been in town from FL for the last few months. It was not a liesurely visit but for medical reasons. She has a disease that I cannot spell let alone pronounce but on top of that she only has half of a working heart and for the past few years she has been having major issues with kidneys slowly starting to fail, retaining fluids (not to gross anyone out but she has to literally have the fluids drained otherwise they fill her lungs and her body could quite literally drown itself) and then a couple of years ago we found out she was having heart failure on top of everything else. So she met with specialists out here at the Heart hospital and Mayo and she comes out every so often to meet with them. She has been now living on a strict no salt and no added sugar diet and limited to basically only being allowed to sit and walk and lay down. Well she met with the doctors and they gave her the news, her heart, what still works, is failing and there is nothing they can do about it. They thought it may be caused by all the different medications that she has taken over the years for her disease catching up to her- she had to fire her old doctor in FL because he was older and wasn't updating himself on the latest info and watching how some meds interact with other meds to a point that he had her on lethal doses of some meds and she didn't even know it (he was her doctor for years and she trusted him and didn't think to question) and then she met with a doctor out here and ended up havinbg to do months of oral chemo just to ween herself of the meds to do new meds. She still has to have her I.V. treatments. But there is nothing they can do to fix her heart now. She can't do any surgery because she can't go under anestisia with her disease or she'll never wake up again. So all she can do is stick with her diet and limited mobility and wait and hope it prolongs the inevitable.... My grandmother has lived such a hard life. She grew up with an abusive father, married and had my dad young, battled breast cancer leaving her without her left breast and scarred up from the treatments (medical science wasn;t so invasive back then), found out her husband had lung cancer when he went to pick her up from the hospital when she finished her cancer treatments, her husband died leaving her as a single mother to my dad when he was about 17 right before Christmas, she lived poor as a seamstress until she was forced to retire when her right hand became paralyzed and living in the original house that was built on her property when the property was literally first "claimed" while it molds and mildews and needs to be torned down but she can't afford to rebuild but she is too stubborn to sell the property and move out here with us, while battling her disease her whole life.
When the doctors diagnosed her with the disease they would tell patients that they needed to take it easy with everything, not over do it or be too energetic and that she would be in a wheelchair by age 50 completely dependant on a nurse for everything. She ignored them. She clogged for years(its a type of line-dancing meets tap dancing). She gardens on her property. She has one of the greenest thumbs I have ever known. She has hobbies of baking and sewing and painting. She gave up the painting when she had to learn how to write lefthanded but it hasn't stopped her from baking and sewing (her sewing projects just are simpler and take longer than they used too). she is one of the craftiest people I have ever known. She still continues to mow her acres of property in the country on her riding lawnmower... She just turned 70 this past May. She can be a comlete "spitfire" and off color at times to where she can really piss you off or offend someone. I have had my moments of being sick of her I will admit. I actually stake claim of being the first person in my family to stand up to her, which ended in a screaming and cursing match, but I think our relationship has improved because of it. She is aware that I will not take her shit and will stand up to her and because of that we have been able to be more open and honest about our feelings without having to sugar-coat everything. I enjoy doing things with her even more now. My ability to speak my mind despite it possibly hurting someone's feelings or offending someone who thinks differently is something that I like to credit to her. She is a good woman- I will never forget the lessons of honesty she taught me growing up. She is quite literally the strongest woman I know. I am just having a extremely difficult time accepting her prognosis. I cannot accept her becoming weak. And she is stubburn too so she wont let you know that she is terrified. When they told her to take it easy she said no "if I slow down then it will catch up to me". Now doctors tell patients with her disease not to slow down. Because of her being stubborn she has probably out lived many people who where diagnosed when she was since she hasn't slowed down. I just don't know how to handle watching her slowly fade and become weaker and weaker. Its not fair. She has survived through so much, and now all we can do is wait and hope to prolong the inevitable.
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