IS YOUR GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?

We all have a tendency once in a while to look in the wrong direction. You know, to see our glass as half empty instead of half full.


Last October our son, Reid was in the Neuro Science Intensive Care Unit at a nearby hospital. He had a large mass in his chest and a tumor in his spinal canal. I was devastated. They wanted to operate as quickly as possible because he was already numb from the chest down from the spinal cord compression. In fact, the surgery was scheduled and then canceled by the anesthesiologist due to concerns that when they turned him over to operate the mass in his chest cavity would make it impossible for them to keep him breathing during surgery. Finally, a couple of days later it was decided that benefit outweighed risk and they had to get the tumor out before he lost more feeling in his body. Surgery went forward successfully with a lot of extra care by anesthesiology.


During that time I would arrive in intensive care and walk back to Reid's room with a heavy heart. There was still no diagnosis, but we knew that cancer was a very real possibility. Reid was often taken out of his room for various tests and procedures and observed the patients in other rooms. One day when I arrived he told me that he had decided he was probably the luckiest person in intensive care. I was shocked, but I think I recovered before he noticed. Lucky? Numb from the chest down with a spinal canal tumor and mass of unknown origin didn't exactly sound very lucky to me, but I hadn't been paying too much attention to the other patients either. He had been, and when I looked around I saw what he saw. There were people on ventilators, people obviously recovering from head injuries or brain surgery, and people totally unresponsive. Perhaps he was correct, but the most important thing was that he saw himself as lucky in the middle of a crisis. He could have been drowning in self pity, but he chose to look in another direction instead. His glass was half full.


He's now completed two rounds of chemo (4 treatments) and I asked him this past week if he ever felt sorry for himself. Did he ever think why me? Chemo is certainly no fun. He usually ends up feeling crappy for a week afterwards and has at least four more rounds to go. And along with the chemo there's the risk of complications down the road. He will likely have radiation after the chemo. He told me no, not since the very first day at the emergency clinic when he realized that something was seriously wrong. After that he just concerned himself with getting well. He says he knows there are people a lot worse off than him. I truly believe that his "glass half full" attitude will take him far in the coming year.



In the year 2010 may all our glasses be half full!

THE DAY AFTER...

We had a very nice Christmas yesterday. Keith was here from Austin, Reid was feeling pretty good, and Troy and Deanna joined us in the afternoon for Italian Spaghetti and Meatballs...a family favorite.

We decided to get a head start on the meatballs on Christmas Eve. I also cooked the Italian sausage at that time. I knew we'd be going to the nursing home to see Dad on Christmas morning and this way we could start the sauce when we got home and just throw in the already cooked meatballs and sausage. Keith and Reid were the official meatball rollers.

On Christmas morning Jim, Keith, Reid and I headed over to the nursing home with Dad's gifts. We found him dozing near the nurses' station and when he opened his eyes we said, "Merry Christmas!" He looked up and smiled. We brought him over to a table so he could open his gifts.

He didn't have much to say, but we encouraged him to open the gifts and finally he got started. Here he is opening my sister's package. He carefully peeled off most of the tape. It was like opening gifts in slow motion. Dad used to be as sharp as a tack mentally and very physically active. This year I don't even think he knew it was Christmas until we told him and he probably forgot as soon as we left.

Then we posed for a picture, but by that time Dad was busy looking at a library book. The nursing home has a small library and there is a set of WW II Encyclopedias. He enjoys looking at the pictures, so we usually get a book for him to look through while we visit since he doesn't talk much any more. He's always enjoyed books. This is me, Keith, and Dad.

I called my sister while we were there and put Dad on the phone. He did tell her Merry Christmas, but that was about the extent of the conversation. We stayed until it was time for him to go to the dining room for his Christmas dinner. When I said Merry Christmas to the other men at his table one of them said to me, "Is today Christmas?" I told him it was and then he wanted to know if it was Christmas all day. It's sad, but this man is always smiling and my Dad always seems content, so I console myself with that knowledge.

We came home and Keith got the spaghetti sauce cooking. It cooks for two to three hours and then we add the meatballs and sausage. We double the meatball recipe so our pot is full.

After dinner Christmas Boy handed out the presents. This is a tradition with our family. When the kids were little they'd fight to be Christmas Boy, but now I suspect they secretly hope they won't be chosen. We usually all gang up on one person and they have no choice but to be a good sport and put on the Christmas Boy hat. By the way, Christmas Boy doesn't have to be a male or a boy. It can be a man or a woman, but they're still called Christmas Boy.

This year Troy was Christmas Boy. He was a good sport.

We had a lot of fun and shared a lot of laughs. It was a good day.

And then came December 26th...chemo day for Reid. I'm so glad it fell right after Christmas so he could enjoy Christmas Day. He and Jim left at 8:30 this morning for a 9:30 appointment. There was a mix up and Reid needed blood drawn. Then they needed the doctor's OK for the chemo to begin and the doctor didn't call back. Finally, they called another doctor and he OK'd the chemo. By then it was 3:00. They had some problems with his port and the chemo didn't begin until 4:00. They arrived home a few minutes before 8:00 PM. It was a long day and Reid wasn't feeling well by the time they got home. He went to bed. What a difference a day makes.

We're hoping six months of chemo will be enough. If so, he's a third of the way there. On January 7th he'll spend the day at the hospital for tests and scans. Hopefully we'll know more then. All prayers are appreciated.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, BUON NATALE!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

BUON NATALE!!

Any luck catching Santa??? None here either.

Have a wonderful day.

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

Luke 2:14

FINALLY...WE HAVE SNOW TOO!

I've been so envious reading about and seeing the beautiful snow on many of your blogs this past week. Well, the snow storm took a sudden Southwesterly turn and we woke up to snow this morning. The kids couldn't wait to go outside and play and Mr. Jeff finished putting up some last minute Christmas lights.

Merry Christmas Eve!!

MORE CHRISTMAS DOLL SCENES

Bare with me...setting my Vogue Ginny Dolls up in scenes is how I entertain myself. :) This was the annual birthday party for Jesus taken a couple of years ago.

And here they are decorating the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

CHRISTMAS 1951 - OOPS, CHRISTMAS 1953 AND 1954

OOPS...I decided to add this picture out of order. It's another one from 1951 and I've shown it on my blog before because of the old television set in the background. That was our first TV...the one we watched Winky Dink on and fought over who would get to draw on the TV screen. If you have no idea who Winky Dink was you are probably under 55 years old! I looked closely at the original picture and the train on the table was by Hallmark.



This is Christmas 1953. It reminds me of the pictures I used to see as a child in my Sunday School books. It would be a picture of the family...the mother sitting in a chair, the father standing behind her, and the children sitting on the mother's lap or the arm of the chair. Behind all of them, surrounded by light, would be Jesus with his arms stretched out. As a child I thought Jesus was behind me when no one else was around to see him. So, I'd spin around real quickly and try to catch him. I've asked other people if they ever did this and so far I haven't found a single person. I guess I was the only mixed up little kid. Good thing no one ever caught me by myself in my room spinning around. Anyway, in this picture we're wearing matching red felt skirts with white reindeer.

This is another picture from that year and you can see the tin dollhouse we received. It's a ranch style house and I see them on eBay from time to time. Behind the dollhouse are some Vogue Ginny Doll clothing boxes, so I know we must have had Ginny Dolls in 1953. You can barely see the boxes sticking out.

And this is Christmas 1954. My sister is holding her Ginny Doll and the Brownie Doll I received that year. I'm holding my Dennis The Menace Doll. I slept with him for many years and still remember the way he smelled. It was a rubbery plastic kind of smell. My sister and I both received Ginny Dolls that year wearing the same outfit. Her doll had blond hair and mine was a redhead. I still have my doll. Once again, we're wearing matching outfits. I remember the dresses being a teal blue, but my sister tells me they also had purple in them.

And this is the entire family that year. Even Lucky the cat is in the picture. He was the very first cat I ever loved and is now one of many that have stolen my heart. (I can still remember every cat I've ever had.)

This concludes the vintage Christmas pictures. I'm afraid after this year my mother gave up. I think we both complained about having to pose for the pictures and mom decided it just wasn't worth the hassle. Over the years I've shared these pictures online and some even appeared one year in Doll Castle Magazine. One of the pictures is shown on Carolyn's Rock and Roll Ginny site. (If you're interested in vintage Ginny dolls her site is one of the best.) My one regret is that mom didn't live long enough to know how much other people enjoy these pictures.

Thanks, Mom. Sorry for the hassle and Merry Christmas!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAROL SUE!

Today, my much older sister turns 66. How time flies! She was born at Holy Name Hospital in Teaneck, NJ. My mother always said that the nuns were singing Christmas Carols and that's why she was named Carol.

Since we were both born around Christmas we didn't usually have birthday parties. My mother said it was already a hectic time of the year (and now that I'm older and wiser I understand), so we usually just had a cake on our special day. We both really wanted to have a party and we begged and begged and finally my mother decided that we'd each get to have a party, but separate years. Carol being the oldest would go first. My party would be the following year. This is a picture of her party on December 23, 1950. She had nine of her friends at the party. Mr. Sheriden the Christmas photographer came to the house for the occasion.

I helped her blow out the candles. I'm pretty sure that was Mr. Sheriden's idea. There's no way she would have let me do that otherwise.

And then the following year it was my turn. By then my mother had decided that Carol Sue's party the previous year had been a bit too much with nine guests and I was told I could only have 6 people at my party. That was 6 people including me, my sister and a cousin that had to be invited. That really meant I could only invite three friends. This was a problem because during the previous year I had told all my friends that they would be coming to my party. I begged and begged to be allowed to invite more people, but my mother was firm. Only 6 people could be at the party and there could be no boys. Boys were much too wild according to mom. So, I had to uninvite some of my friends and settle on three...Janet Smith, Chris Kelly, and Peggy Park. The theme was New Year's and that's why the cupcakes had '52 on them. It was still actually 1951 when this picture was taken.

And then we all posed with the dolls Carol Sue and I had received for Christmas. Yes, we were definitely spoiled. How I wish I still had my dolls today.

Happy 66th Birthday Carol Sue!

CHRISTMAS 1951 AND 1952

Christmas 1951 found my mother in bed sick, so it was just Dad that posed with us. Of course, I still didn't like having my picture taken and was being uncooperative. My mother ended up shouting threats from her sick bed. (Isn't it strange the things you can remember from so long ago?) In this picture I can see a Toni doll dress hanging on the rack behind my sister. There must have been Toni dolls nearby, but they don't show up in this picture. There are a few baby dolls...we always got dolls for Christmas. Dad is holding one of those little Singer sewing machines that you now see in antique stores! There are two doll trunks behind Dad. They had the cutest graphics and I was finally able to find one in half way decent condition on eBay a few years back. And of course, my sister and I are wearing matching red, white, and blue dresses.

This is Christmas 1952. I know it's probably difficult to see, but I was sticking my tongue out just a little bit so I wouldn't get caught. Don't be fooled by the smile. The tongue is sticking out. That tin kitchen was really cute and I see them from time to time on eBay. There was a way to hook up water to the sink, but my mother said it would make a mess and we weren't allowed to do it. When those kitchens show up on eBay in good shape they usually go too high for my budget, but I'd love to have one again someday. Once again we got dolls. I must have undressed my doll, but our dolls were usually dressed alike...just like us. We always got the same dolls. And this year we're wearing matching maroon dresses.

DAD'S CHRISTMAS PARTY

I had intended to add one of my doll pictures to the bottom of this post, but I couldn't get the picture dragged to the bottom, so it will have to appear here. I also tried to just delete the picture, but I have yet to figure out how to delete a picture once it's placed in a post. If someone out there knows how to do it...please let me know. I'm using the old post editor since I couldn't find spell check in the updated edition. Is it there and I'm just missing it? Again, if someone knows...please let me know.

This is a picture of Ginny with her Advent Wreath. It seemed timely and I had intended to put it in yesterday's post and forgot.

Now on to the Christmas party. Last Friday I attended the party at Dad's nursing home. Sadly, it was one of those days when he didn't have much to say and seemed to be lost in his own little world. I went over again yesterday and it was pretty much the same.

Before the party began I brought him to his room so he could open the cards I had brought over. He opened them very slowly and studied each card. I really think he was trying to figure out who they were from and I tried to jog his memory with names and stories.

Then it was off to the party. There was punch and finger foods to eat. Dad ate and looked around the room. Again, I think he was trying to figure out what was going on.

And then they got to open their presents. I had gotten Dad a snow globe that runs on batteries. I showed him how to push the button to turn it on and he seemed to enjoy watching the snow swirl around and the music play.

It's very sad to see what Alzheimer's had done to Dad's mind, but on occasion he has a good day where he talks a little and still has that twinkle in his eye.

DO YOU STILL BELIEVE?

I don't know when this picture was taken, but I do remember being distressed that we had to leave our snow pants on for the picture. We were inside, we had taken off our jackets, so why were our snow pants still on? I'm sure it was in the interest of time that Mom decided we'd leave the pants on (and we were probably wearing boots too), but I knew it wasn't right. We had worn nice dresses for the picture and they were all covered up. It's funny how I can remember all that, but I don't remember where the picture was taken. I'm guessing it was Arnold Constable's in Hackensack, NJ and probably 1949.

I still remember the day I found out about Santa. I was in kindergarten and we sat at long tables and there were maybe 6 to 8 of us at a table. One day Alan Friedman announced to the table, "You know there's no Santa Claus." He stated it as fact. We all nodded our heads in agreement. Not one person challenged the statement. Up until that moment I believed. I'm sure most of the others did too, but no one wanted to admit it. I guess we didn't want to look foolish or gullible? Even at 5 or 6 years old we cared about what our peers thought. I went home and told my mother there was no Santa Claus. After that Christmas was never quite the same. I guess some of my innocence was gone.

Every year the newspaper prints the famous "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus" and every year I read it. I'm older and wiser now and if I ran into Alan Friedman today I would no longer be afraid to admit that I still believe. At 63 (almost 64) I don't care what my peers think anymore. Santa Claus is fun and I'm still young enough for fun!

CANCER S_ _ _ _ !!!

This came in the mail yesterday for Reid from my sister.  We had a good laugh.  Secretly we had all been thinking this, but no one said it outloud.  Now it's out in the open.  Yes, cancer sucks!

You've got to admit he's kind of cute.  Remember...laughter is the best medicine!

Christmas 1950

I only have one picture from Christmas 1950.  I think that's because a picture of my mother, father, sister and I was never taken because Mr. Sheriden (the photographer) came to the house that year for my sister's birthday party.  Dad was probably at work.  Her birthday is December 23rd, but I'm assuming the party was held the week after Christmas.  That's when this picture was taken because we're wearing the same dresses as we did in her birthday party pictures.  (I'll be posting the birthday party pictures on December 23rd.)

I remember these dolls.  I loved the size and thought I had a real baby!  Aren't they nice?  I understand that these dolls didn't hold up well over the years because they had "Magic Skin" which was a rubbery type skin that turned black and rotted over the years.  And you'll notice that my sister and are are still dressing alike only in different colors.  My dress was green.  I don't recall the color of my sister's dress.

And see the Christmas stockings hanging behind us?  They're a red cotton knit.  Today, I have mine hanging on the mantle in our den.


Today was the Christmas party at my Dad's nursing home.  I took pictures, but they're still on the camera (which is where a lot of my pictures seem to stay these days).  I'll try and get them uploaded tomorrow.

Reid went to rehab yesterday and today.  He's been complaining that his legs hurt.  I'm so excited!  That's wonderful news!  It must mean that more of the feeling is returning to his lower body.  Two months ago he probably wouldn't have even realized if he had stubbed his toe and broken it.  I think his walking is improving a little too, but it's only been noticeable the last couple of weeks.  To be honest, I was trying to stay optimistic, but deep down inside I was feeling discouraged when I didn't see improvement sooner.  Now I'm very hopeful that he'll be able to walk normally again someday and even drive a car!

Just For Fun...Some Christmas Doll Scenes

I haven't put up any pictures of my doll scenes lately, so today I thought I'd share some of my Christmas pictures from past years.  (Fortunately, the dolls don't change much from year to year.)  :)  Right now my poor dolls are still dressed in their Halloween clothes, but I hope to have time this weekend to dress them in their Christmas duds.  These are all dolls from the Vogue Doll Company.  It's a combination of vintage, vintage repros, and modern day dolls.  Here are some of my older pictures.

This was the year we had the Christmas Tree decorating disaster.

And here they are in the kitchen doing their Christmas baking.

And here's a close up of what they're baking.

Christmas 1949 Continued...

Here's another picture from Christmas 1949. My sister and I were having a tea party which I'm pretty sure was the photographer's idea since I have no recollection of us ever having a tea party on our own. However, this is one of my favorite Christmas pictures. The cute little folding table and chairs were eventually passed on to my cousins. My aunt refinished the set and I believe it magically appeared under their Christmas tree one year. And of course, I'd love to have the little tin tea set again.

It's strange, but these pictures are all black and white and yet I believe I can still remember the color of things correctly. The table and chairs were covered with red oil cloth, the tea set was white with a blue design, and the plaid jumpers we're wearing were mostly navy and burgundy.

And now on to my day. Reid was supposed to go for rehab at MD Anderson this morning, but after his shower he didn't feel well and needed to take his anti-nausea medication. Unfortunately, the pills help with the nausea, but they put him to sleep. He ended up canceling the appointment and going back to bed. He slept most of the day. I asked him which was better...being sick to his stomach or sleeping? He said it didn't matter. Either way a week is wasted after each chemo.

I wrote to the Postmaster General yesterday. Perhaps I overreacted? Anyway, I had this year's Christmas mailing planned in advance. I'd buy smaller gifts and mail them in Priority Mail Flat Rate Boxes. You've probably seen them advertised on television? A flat rate no matter how much it weighs as long as it fits in the box. On December 3rd I went to the post office for the free boxes. They didn't have any and I was told I could order them online and they would be delivered right to my door. So, I went home and ordered them. It's now December 16th and they still haven't arrived. When I went online to check it said they had been shipped on December 11th, but when I called I was told that was wrong and they were really shipped on December 7th. Either way the mail sure is slow...huh?

I decided I couldn't wait any longer and today I used some boxes I had on hand and will now have to mail them regular Priority Mail which will be more expensive. I wish I had just mailed them Parcel Post the beginning of December! By trying to save money it will now cost me more. I was told when I called that they hadn't anticipated the response. I suggested to the Postmaster General that at the very least they should pull the ads. If they can't meet the demand they should stop advertising them. I felt a lot better after writing the letter. :)

Did I tell you that we finally got some Christmas decorations up? Not as many as in past years, but it's really looking like Christmas around here now and that's a good thing!

Christmas 1949

This was the first Christmas in the new house that my parents had built for us. It was a cute little two bedroom, one bath Cape Cod. They left the attic unfinished and some years later finished it off with two more bedrooms and a bath. My sister and I then moved upstairs and had our own rooms.

This was the Christmas that I decided I no longer wanted to pose for these pictures. Of course, I had to pretend to cooperate or my mother would have gotten mad, but I did manage to give a sneaky sneer which only became obvious when the pictures were developed.

This was also the year my mother decided that my sister and I would be twins. Thus began many years of dressing alike.

And you'll notice that the wallpaper became a little more "conservative" in the new place.

And yes, I wish I still had that doll and carriage!

I ran over to see Dad this morning at the nursing home. We spent some time in the library where he enjoys looking at pictures in the books. I had to take the gifts over for the party on Friday. I told him I'd be back for the big shindig.

And tonight I made Chicken Noodle Soup with Matzo Balls. I've been dreaming about this soup since our last trip to Austin and Manny Hattan's Deli. I finally found a recipe online that sounded good. It made a big hit with the family and Reid had two bowls. So, either the soup did the trick or the change in medication has made a difference with the chemo side effects. Personally, I like to think it's the soup that took the better part of the afternoon to make. Anyway, I'm so pleased that he's feeling somewhat better this time.

(I double space between paragraphs and twice I've published this post and some of my double spacing disappeared. I'm going to edit one more time and if you don't see double spacing between all the paragraphs just know that I tried!)

Busy, Busy, Busy

I haven't been posting because I've been very busy the last few days. It also occurred to me that I'd run out of vintage Christmas pictures before Christmas if I didn't slow down a little.

On Friday Reid had his doctor's appointment at MD Anderson. He found out that the suture sticking out of the port is OK and it will eventually dissolve. (So I can stop worry about that now.) :) He also spoke to the doctor about how sick he had been after his last chemo, so they changed some of the medication. He went for chemo on Saturday and so far he's much better than he was last time. Thank goodness! He even had a little soup earlier today, so that's a good sign. He didn't have to go back for a shot today because his blood work was good on Friday. Since we had spent the better part of two days down there we were elated that things were looking good and that he didn't have to go back again. He's been sleeping a bit today, but they told him that the new medication would make him sleepy.

Keith arrived from Austin on Saturday and will be here until Tuesday. He's working in Houston tomorrow. It's nice to have him around and Reid is enjoying his company.

And today I put up the Christmas tree and Jim put up the outdoor decorations. So, its beginning to look a lot like Christmas around here!

This week Reid has rehab on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. I'll take him on Wednesday and Thursday and Jim will take him on Friday.

Dad's nursing home is having their Christmas party on Friday and I'll go there. I had to buy a gift for Dad and one other resident. I had to think about what to get. I didn't want to get any candy or cookies because quite a few of the residents are diabetic. I also didn't know if the gift for another resident would go to a male or female. And they don't have a lot of space in their rooms. I finally settled on plastic snow globes that run on batteries and play Christmas music while the snow swirls and lights blink. All they have to do is push a little button on the front. I thought it would keep Dad entertained and hopefully whoever gets the other one will enjoy it too.

And now I'm off to bed. Good night!

Are You Ready For Christmas 1948???

Christmas 1948 was our last Christmas in the attic. I only have one memory of living upstairs and that was the steps. I can vividly remember coming down the steps to my grandparent's place. For some reason I had a fear of steps and things that I remember from my childhood often involve steps.

In this picture my sister would have been five and I would have been just about three. My goodness...Dad would have been thirty and Mom would have been twenty-eight. You can tell this was a long time ago just by looking at the wallpaper!

I often see the dollhouse on the left (behind the little piano) on eBay. And the little guy on the bike in front of me sometimes shows up in antique malls, but he's quite expensive when I see him. I'd love to have the little Super Market again! Isn't it adorable?

We always got dolls and their accessories at Christmas time. Some years back I went to a flea market/antique show up near Intercontinental Airport in Houston. I walked in and there at the first booth was a high chair just like the one you see in this picture. It was missing the tray, but I recognized it immediately. Yes, I bought it!

And look...I spoke too soon yesterday. I don't have ugly shoes on in this picture! I'm sure they were put back on shortly after this picture was taken.

And I'm so proud of myself today. My husband was off and I convinced him to help me get some of the Christmas stuff out of the storage place and bring it to the house. We now have boxes and plastic containers stacked in the den. It's a start anyway! I didn't bring as much over as I have in the past. I'm not decorating the dining room this year. When Reid came home from the hospital with the walker we had to move some furniture and accessories out of his way, so the dining room is now being used for storage. We'll be eating Christmas dinner in the kitchen this year.

And I ran over to see Dad this morning. He was sleeping with his head on his Bible. It was opened to Mark and he told me that was his favorite one. I brought him a milk shake and he drank it right down. They're having a Christmas party on the 18th and I should be able to make it. Reid has a rehab appointment that morning at 8:00 AM, but my husband will take him since I would have to leave here in the dark if I drove him and I have trouble with depth perception when it's dark.

And it's after 8:30 in the evening and I just vacuumed and mopped the kitchen floor. I either don't have time or I don't have the energy. We had rain last week and dirt and leaves were tracked in. What a mess! I got it mopped just in time for more rain this weekend.

Some More Vintage Christmas...

I found two more Christmas picture from 1946. This one has the whole family gathered around the tree.

And this is Dad keeping us entertained.

And this is Christmas 1947. I was sick...probably an ear ache. My mother said I was sick every year for either Christmas or my birthday. And the attractive shoes were because I had a clubbed foot. It seems like I wore ugly shoes for years.

I still have that little black rocking chair that I'm sitting in. It's now in the den holding my kids' old teddy bears.

Reid started rehab at MD Anderson today. He's going to have rehab three times a week in addition to his other appointments, so we'll be spending a lot of time down there.

On the way home he told me there was something sticking out of his port. (Here's a site with a good description of a chemo patient's port.) Most cancer patients have a port for their treatments and it's implanted under the skin and goes to a central line. He has to be very careful about infection and my first thought was that this thing sticking out might allow an infection to enter. I wish he had said something while we were down there, but he called when we got home and they said they'd check in out on Friday when he has his doctor's appointment. It's probably a suture and when he scratched the incision it somehow came out. Anyway, he covered it with a band aid and hopefully everything will be OK. While I paniced he was pretty calm about the whole thing.

Since this is his "good" week we stopped for lunch at a local restaurant on the way home. I'm hoping he gains back some of the weight he loses on his "not so good" weeks. He says he's not looking forward to Saturday and his next treatment because he knows what will probably follow. He's going to talk to the doctor and see if a change in naseau medication might help and if there's something else he can do for the mouth sores. Hopefully, the doctor will have some answers.

A Little Vintage Christmas

I've told this story before, but back in the 1940's and 50's my mother had a professional photographer come to our house every year at Christmas time to take a family picture. There were a few years when he also came for our birthdays. My sister's birthday is December 23rd and mine is December 29th, so we also have some pictures of our birthdays. As I grew older I hated posing for these pictures, but now I'm so glad that I have them.

I've shared these pictures online before and people always seem to enjoy seeing them. My only regret is that my mother is no longer alive to know how much her efforts were appreciated. It must not have been easy getting the house straightened, hair combed, everyone dressed appropriately, etc. Anyway, I thought I'd share some of the pictures on my blog this year.

This was Christmas 1946 and I was almost a year old and my sister would have been three. We were living upstairs at my grandparent's home. The war had ended, my Dad was home, and the attic had been converted to an apartment for us.

I'll try and post Christmas pictures from now until the end of the month. I hope you enjoy them.

Reid is feeling a whole lot better this week and eating well. It seems like the first week after chemo really wipes him out and then he has a good week before he goes back for chemo again. Tomorrow he goes for rehab at MD Anderson...the appointment we rescheduled due to the snow last Friday.

Snow???

The TV weather people haven't had this much fun since Hurricane Ike. Yes, it snowed today in Southeast Texas. They tell us this is the earliest it's ever snowed in the Houston area, but they also tell us it usually only snows once every four years or so. We did have a few flurries last December, so this snowfall really wasn't due.

Reid had an appointment at MD Anderson and I had really hoped to get him there. This is what it looked like when we were ready to leave. It didn't look too bad, but the snow flakes were the largest ones I had ever seen (and I'm from New Jersey originally). You can't really tell by the picture, but believe me they were huge!

Anyway, as we drove along the snow really started to come down. This is about six miles from the house. The median was decorated with American flags in honor of a soldier that was killed in Afghanistan. He was from a neighboring town, but his funeral service was held at a church in our town and this is the route the motorcade would be taking later in the day to the cemetery. I thought it was really nice that our town put out all the flags in his memory. You can only see the one in this picture, but they lined the median for miles.

The camera caught some of those big snowflakes and they actually look like pieces of torn paper.

The snow kept getting worse and visibility was poor. Shortly after this we called the hospital and got his appointment rescheduled for next week and then headed home. By the time we got to the house the snow had let up and shortly afterwards it turned to rain.

We did have a few more snowflakes around dinner time, but now it's all gone. I realize this would be no big deal to people living up north, but for us it was exciting. Once again I didn't need our snow shovel. Yes, we still have one. It came with us when we moved to this part of the country in 1980. We've kept it all these years because you just never know. We've kept the sled too. I guess it's wishful thinking.

It Must Be Working...

I tell Reid that the chemo must be working. Yesterday morning he woke up with sores in his mouth and it's worse today. The nausea is better, but now the sores are preventing him from eating the way he should. He's already lost fifteen pounds as of a week ago and I'm afraid it's probably more by now.

I'm hoping he'll feel a bit better tomorrow since he has his first rehab appointment at MD Anderson. He has been walking around the house without the walker lately, but the numbness from the chest down remains. He still uses the walker when he needs to do a bit more walking...like when we go to the hospital. He tires easily and it helps.

Progress has been made! I took down the remaining Halloween decorations today. Of course, I cheated and threw them in the garage. I still have to pack them away. Christmas decorating can't be too far behind...I hope!

And I attended a meeting at Dad's nursing home this morning where they gave me an update. Since Dad doesn't say or remember much I had no idea that he was participating in some of the activities. He enjoys the "country ride" they have once a month. They load them in the van and drive around looking at the countryside. I'm sure he enjoys getting out, but probably doesn't remember as soon as he gets back.

There were some people singing Christmas Carols at the nursing home this morning. Afterwards, Dad continued to sing Carols and even remembered all the words. It's strange how Alzheimer's affects memory. He can't remember what he did fifteen minutes ago, but he remembers all the words to some of the Christmas Carols. Anyway, he was having a good time and that's what counts.

And I'm starting to worry about my memory! (Maybe it's just the stress?) I went grocery shopping and completely forgot about Sophie being in the backyard. I never leave her out longer than fifteen minutes. I hope she enjoyed all the extra time she had to watch squirrels. She sure was happy when I got back!

Christmas Is Coming???

Yes, Christmas is fast approaching and I'm wondering if I'll get around to putting up any decorations this year. All the indoor decorations are kept at a storage facility and it means going over there and sorting through boxes and then lugging everything over here. It seems like every day I have some place to go...today I'm going to try and get a permanent, tomorrow I have a meeting at my Dad's nursing home, and Friday I have to take Reid down to MD Anderson for rehab.

Perhaps next week. I expect that Reid will be feeling better. The way it's been going is that he has chemo and then for a week he feels really bad. I've been trying to cook things that he likes and he does attempt to eat, but unfortunately he can't keep much down and feels horrible. As a parent it's heartbreaking to see. He's already been through so much and now he has to endure at least five more months of chemo. He's a real trooper and never complains. He's just determined to do what he has to do in order to get better. So, next week should be a "good" week and maybe then I can get some decorations up.

He's scheduled for his next chemo on Saturday, December 12th which means he should feel OK for Christmas. I believe his next treatment after that won't be until December 26th. I think I'll make Italian Spaghetti and Meatballs for Christmas dinner. Everyone loves that meal. Before my Dad moved here we used to go out to dinner on Christmas Day, but as it became more difficult to take Dad out we discontinued that practice. Now we need to keep Reid away from crowds in hopes of keeping him well through chemo, so we'll stay here. He needs to eat well while he can and Italian Spaghetti and Meatballs is one of his favorites.

I went to the nursing home to see Dad yesterday and brought him his favorite Mc Donald's meal. He enjoyed it and then as I was leaving began eating the meal that the nursing home was serving. He has an excellent appetite. There are days when he's talkative, but most days he isn't and sadly yesterday he only said a few words. As sad as it is to see Dad like this...in a way it's a blessing. He's content and doesn't even realize I'm not there as often any more. And that makes it easier for me.

Soup Day!

We've had some good old fashion soup days lately. It's gotten cold...well, cold to us anyway. It's somewhere around 50 today, but it's a damp cold. Are you feeling sorry for us yet? :)

Reid has been feeling kind of "yucky" from the latest round of chemo, so yesterday I made a pot of his favorite soup. For the life of me I can't remember if I ever posted this recipe before. but if I did it's worth repeating. It's so simple to make, feeds an army, and in our family it's everyone's favorite. I found this recipe in an old magazine while sitting under a hair dryer at JC Penny. I quickly scribbled it down on a piece of scrap paper.

Here's a picture. Unfortunately, I forgot to take it last night while it was hot, so here it is ice cold from the refrigerator. It somehow looks better hot, but you'll get the idea anyway.

Meatball Minestrone

3 garlic cloves, minced
1 T. olive oil
3 (15 oz.) cans Cannellini beans, untrained, divided
1 (32 oz.) box chicken broth
1 (1.4 oz) package vegetable soup mix (I use Knorr vegetable soup mix.)
60-64 frozen cooked meatballs
1 (14 ½ oz.) can diced tomatoes with basil, garlic, oregano
½ t. dried, crushed red pepper
8 oz. Uncooked rotini pasta
1 (10 oz.) bag, fresh spinach, torn
Garnishes: Parmesan cheese, chopped fresh parsley

Saute garlic in hot oil in stock pot over medium high heat one minute; stir in two cans beans and chicken broth. Bring to boil.

Stir in vegetable soup mix until dissolved. Add meatballs, tomatoes, and red pepper. Return to boil. Add rotini and cook, stirring often for 15 minutes.

Stir in remaining can of beans and spinach. Cook five more minutes. Garnish if desired. Yield: 4 quarts; Prep: 10 minutes; Cook: 30 minutes

I'm Still Thankful!

YEA! Reid had his second chemo treatment today at MD Anderson. That's two treatments which completes one cycle. Don't ask me why they call two treatments one cycle, but they do. Tomorrow he has to go back for a shot to boost his blood count in hopes of keeping him from getting ill. That has to be done 24 hours after the chemo.

One of these days I'll remember to bring my camera. I'm never posting pictures because I keep forgetting to take them. On Thanksgiving Day I completely forgot. Everyone was together and I was brain dead. Oh well, there's always Christmas.

I'm thankful that Reid's getting better!!!

30 Days Of Thanksgiving

1. I am thankful that I finally realize Thanksgiving Day is more than turkey, gravy, dressing, sweet potatoes, Campbell's Green Bean Casserole, etc. Thanksgiving is about being thankful for those closest to us and for the many blessings we have received (and we've been receiving a lot lately).

Note: This is where I should be inserting the Norman Rockwell picture of our happy family. Unfortunately, I was lost in the moment and never even thought to take a picture. :)

2. I am thankful that the steaks we threw on the grill turned out perfectly!

3. I am thankful that Keith and I were able to spend time with Dad this morning at the nursing home and that he was content and happy with the Mc Donald's milk shake we brought him. He didn't realize it was Thanksgiving Day, but he sure knew he was enjoying that milk shake!

4. I am thankful for the cool, crisp day. It really seemed like fall to this New Jersey girl.

5. I am thankful that we'll be sleeping late tomorrow morning (or as late as the cats allow) and won't be getting to any stores at 4:00 AM. Even if they were giving it away for free I wouldn't be there!

I hope your Thanksgiving was as blessed as ours!!!

30 Days Of Thanksgiving...

I never realized the obstacles that would keep me from posting on a regular basis. Believe me, it's not due to not feeling thankful. I just never anticipated that I'd get sick for a week...on top of everything else!

1. I'm am thankful that Reid had his first appointment at MD Anderson yesterday!!!

I feel so blessed that they have agreed to treat him. There's nothing worse than having a child sick with cancer (no matter what age) and then having to worry about whether or not he'd get treatment on top of that is very stressful. Now we can just focus on getting him well!

He's back down at MD Anderson this morning for a spinal tap. I feel so bad...he's been through so much already, but they felt they wanted to make sure there wasn't any cancer in the spinal fluid. On Saturday he'll go back for another chemo treatment.

2. I'm thankful that tomorrow our little family will all be together. That's what Thanksgiving is all about to me!

I hope everyone has a wonderful day tomorrow!

When It Rains It Pours...30 Days Of Thanksgiving

1. I'm thankful that Reid came home from the hospital on Monday!

2. I'm thankful that he'll have his first appointment at MD Anderson on Tuesday.

3. I'm thankful that Reid is feeling better each day and is able to eat.


I'm sorry I haven't been updating my blog, but Reid came home on Monday and by Monday evening I was ill with a stomach virus. The timing couldn't have been worse. The last thing we want is for him to get sick, so I've been isolated in our bedroom. This is the first time I've ventured out to the computer room and I'm only here for a few minutes. I'm still not 100%, but hope to be back within a couple of days. It probably will be after Thanksgiving before I catch up with E-Mail. Thanks again for your thoughts and prayers!

30 Days Of Thanksgiving...

1. I'm thankful that Reid has begun his journey back to good health with his first chemo treatment!!!

2. I'm thankful that tomorrow he'll be coming home from the hospital!

3. I'm thankful that my sister was here this past weekend and was able to celebrate Dad's 91st birthday with him at the nursing home.

4. I'm thankful that the truck started up and we weren't stranded in the hospital parking garage today.

5. I'm always thankful for Zoom, but I wish she wasn't sitting here on the computer desk swatting me with her paw.

More Good News! 30 Days Of Thanksgiving!

MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston has accepted Reid for treatment under their financial aid program. We are thrilled...and very, very thankful! It is one of the best cancer hospitals in the country.

Today he has been sleeping due to the medication he's been given for nausea. If things go as expected he should be released from Memorial Hermann Hospital on Monday. I will forever be grateful to them for the wonderful care he's received while hospitalized. The doctors there have been very supportive and were pleased to learn that we've been able to obtain follow up treatment for him at MD Anderson. Memorial Hermann is a wonderful hospital and the doctors and staff will forever hold a special place in my heart.

Today, I am thankful for all the good things that have happened in recent days!

Thank you everyone for your support and prayers! I am thankful for all of you!!!

Reid's On His Way...

Reid's Chemo got started last night and finished around 3:30 this morning. I spoke to him a few minutes ago and so far he's feeling fine. The doctor told me that the mass in his chest would begin shrinking within a few days. Isn't that amazing?

This is the answer to our prayers. We believe he is on his way to being cured. The next six months (or longer) may not be easy, but we're keeping the final goal in mind. I hope he'll be discharged from the hospital within a few days.

I haven't forgotten about 30 Days Of Thanksgiving. When Reid is home I'll resume those posts, but today I am so thankful for all of your prayers and concern. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Update...

Reid was moved yesterday to Oncology in anticipation of starting chemo. Some tests have to be done before they determine the correct treatment plan. Thank you for your prayers!

Reid's back in the hospital...

...and I'll have to take a break from 30 Days Of Thanksgiving. It's not that I'm not thankful...I just won't have much time online.

We took him in yesterday through the Emergency Room for shortness of breath. He's doing fine and I should know more today. I'm getting ready to head on back to the hospital this morning when rush hour is over.

Thank you for your prayers!

30 Days Of Thanksgiving - Sunday, Nov. 8, 2009

OK...here's today's list right on time. Sorry about having to post yesterday's list today, but I'm not online as much as I used to be.

1. I'm thankful for freedom of religion.

2. I'm thankful we have never known what it's like to go to bed hungry.

3. I'm thankful for hot apple cider with whipped cream on top!

4. I'm thankful for air conditioning...which is a necessity here year round. Even on cooler days we often run it just to get the humidity out. Don't want to live without it!

5. I'm thankful for good television entertainment. In a short while we'll be watching The Amazing Race...one of my favorite shows. (I'm rooting for the Harlem Globetrotter's team this year.)

30 Days Of Thanksgiving - a day late!

I'm a day late...never had a chance yesterday to post, so I'll do two posts today! I'm already behind anyway because I was a little late finding out abut the 30 Days Of Thanksgiving. Here's Saturday's list:

1. I'm thankful that Reid was able to get a swine flu vaccination while they were still available!

2. I'm thankful for all the good memories I have compiled over the years.

3. I'm thankful for my 2000 Mustang. I've taken good care of it over the years and still enjoy going for a ride.

4. I'm thankful for my backyard. I especially enjoy sitting out on the deck this time of year when the weather is gorgeous.

5. I'm thankful for Grace...our fifteen year old cat who seems to sense when I need her presence. (We'll actually have her fifteen years this month. She arrived on our doorstep the night before Thanksgiving...thus her name. Grace always comes before Thanksgiving dinner.)

30 Days Of Thanksgiving

1. I'm thankful for the little squirrel that startled me when I opened the shed door today. There he was hard at work hiding a nut. I couldn't help but laugh!

2. I'm thankful for my Vogue Ginny Doll collection. I've loved Ginny since childhood and can't help but smile when I look at my dolls.

3. I'm thankful that I didn't get too lost in the heavy fog this morning and arrived at my destination safely.

4. I'm thankful that every time I talk to Keith (our oldest son) on the phone he makes me laugh. He's got a great sense of humor.

5. I'm thankful for my daily newspaper. I'd be lost without my Houston Chronicle and hope it will be around for a long time.

30 Days Of Thanksgiving - November 5, 2009

1. I'm thankful for my American Flag that I can freely fly because of the sacrifices made by our armed forces. Today my flag flies in memory of the soldiers lost in the tragedy at Fort Hood.

2. I'm thankful that I was reminded to be thankful for all that I have. It's so easy to take it for granted or forget.

3. I'm thankful that family is never really far away.

4. I'm thankful for the compassionate doctors we have on our side.

5. I'm thankful for our happy dog, Sophie. She always seems to know when to make us laugh.


Reid went back to the Neurosurgeon today and had the staples removed from his back. He was thankful for his first real shower in around three weeks! It was the first thing he did when we got home.

Thanks again for all your prayers!!!

30 Days Of Thanksgiving - November 4th

1. I'm thankful for the beautiful weather...low humdity and temperatures in the 70's!

2. I'm thankful for the squirrels that keep my sweet dog entertained for hours in the backyard.

3. I'm thankful for the encouragement I receive from perfect strangers while trying to find medical treatment for our son.

4. I'm thankful for Zoom (our newest kitty)...who celebrated her one year anniversary with us. She's a tiny, feisty cat who's here today because of a strong will to live. We all admire her attitude.

5. I'm thankful for fall and pumpkin milkshakes at Jack In The Box, pumpkin lattes and muffins at Starbucks, and pumpkin pancakes at Ihop. Can you tell I like pumpkin?

30 Days Of Thanksgiving

Two posts in one day?? Hey, there's a good reason.

When I have a few extra minutes I try and quickly scan a few blogs. Today I happened upon Mimi's blog, Our Family Attic. I used to read her blog on a regular basis, but "real life" got in the way of my blog time and so I've been absent for a while. I believe in divine intervention and I don't think it was an accident that I stumbled upon her 30 Days Of Thanksgiving post. I'll try and keep up, but might have to play catch up again. Here's my first five:

1. I'm thankful for the love and support I've received over the last few weeks.

2. I'm thankful that my son was diagnosed with a good cancer instead of a bad one. (Bet you didn't even know there was a good one.)

3. I'm thankful for the wonderful medical care he received at Memorial Hermann Hospital in Houston. It was amazing...everyone we came in contact with was kind and compassionate. No grouches in the bunch. Just a great group of professionals. The care was excellent! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

4. I'm thankful for my family. We're definitely all in this together and we're circling the wagons to fight this thing as a group.

5. I'm thankful for all the prayers!!!!!

A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss...

...and so we keep plugging along leaving no stone unturned in our quest to find treatment for Reid.

Today his application for financial assistance from MD Anderson was submitted by the county clinic. Please say a prayer that his application will be considered. Meanwhile, we're still exploring all other options.

He's been very optimistic, but the last couple of days have been downers as he slowly accepts his diagnosis, limitations, and lack of a treatment plan. He had hoped his legs would have improved some by now, but I think it's still too early. He has an appointment with the neurosurgeon on Thursday to have the staples removed and we'll see what he says then.

Here are some pictures that I took on Monday, October 26th...the day he came home from the hospital.

He said he felt like a kid at the grocery store, but this is what they used to wheel him to the car. Our grocery stores have something very similar only with a shopping cart attached to the back. The dog was something Jim found at a hospital gift shop. We did have a lot of fun with him. People would walk past Reid's room and do a double take. Just about everyone that past thought we had a real dog in his room.

And here's our real dog welcoming him home! (Yikes! The house is a mess...don't look!)

Once again, thank you for your warm thoughts and prayers. Betty

Felt Like Crying...

We left the house this morning at 7:00 AM to be at Mall Of The Mainland for the Swine Flu Immunization Clinic which was supposed to begin at 10:00 AM. Unfortunately, the only unlocked door at the mall was located quite some distance from where the line was forming. I told Reid to take his time, sit and rest when needed, and I would run ahead and save us a place in line. (I had brought a folding chair along for him.) There were only 15-20 people ahead of us and they had 5,000 doses!!

They started early and around 9:00 they began handing out clipboards with the form to be signed and by 9:20 Reid had gotten the immunization. For me it was a very emotional experience. I felt like crying, but Reid would have been mortified, so I kept my emotions in check. We celebrated by having breakfast at Denny's.

What a difference a few weeks make. All of a sudden the Swine Flu vaccine became very important to us. Before he left the hospital they gave him the regular flu vaccine, so all he needed was the Swine one.

We were commenting today on how Howard Hughes almost seems normal to us now. We carry hand sanitizer and every time we touch a new surface we sanitize.

And so we keep on plugging along and continue to try and do everything we can to get treatment for him. Thanks again for all your prayers! I can't even begin to tell you how much they are appreciated.

I finally got some pictures off my camera and uploaded to the computer. They'll appear in my next post because right now Blogger won't cooperate.

He's Home!!!

Reid came home from the hospital on Monday, but I just haven't had time to post. He's doing well and the pain has lessened some, but his legs are still numb and he must use a walker to get around. He's in good spirits and very optimistic. He raises my spirits!

Since Reid doesn't have insurance the hospital told us to go to a clinic in Galveston County and they would contract out his treatments. Well, that's not the way it works. We've been to the clinic and the doctor told us that we shouldn't be optimistic since they no longer have any place to send people for specialized care since UTMB in Galveston stopped doing indigent care post Hurricane Ike. If we lived a mile away in Harris County there would be services available.

I haven't really been paying a whole lot of attention to the health care debate since it all seemed so political and I've always considered politics a necessary evil in a Democracy. No matter what is proposed the other side is going to object. That's just the way it works. Now that it's impacted my son's life I'm paying more attention. Yes, he should have had insurance, but he didn't and he's 33 years old and in good health except for the Hodgkin's Lymphoma. With treatment there is over a 90% chance that he'll be cured, but he needs treatment. So, we're trying to figure out a way. He had insurance, but quit his job and then went back. He lost his insurance and was ready to fill out the forms in October and send them back in when he became ill. Please continue to pray. This whole thing has been an emotional roller coaster and the ride is not over yet.

I'll try and be better with updates, but I spend a lot of time online trying to find resources, taking Reid to appointments, etc. And today I mowed the lawn and I'm trying to vacuum the house one room a day. And, Jim and I are very tired.

Final Pathology...

I forgot...we got the final path report. (See how I've picked up the hospital lingo?) It is Hodgkin's Lymphoma. At this time it's the best possible outcome. Hopefully, treatment will begin soon.

(I tried twice to put up a hyper link for Hodgkin's Lymphoma from Wikpedia and both times the wrong thing appeared. I've given up! Just Google Hodgkin's Lymphoma for more information.)

Sunday...

It looks like he'll be going home tomorrow!!! At least that's the plan right at the moment. The Thoracic Surgeon said that the latest X-ray looked OK and as far as he was concerned he could go home tomorrow. I see no reason for the other doctors to disagree since they were ready to send him home last Monday before the lung problem developed. Reid feels good and is ready to go, so we're keeping our fingers crossed. Thank you for your continued prayers.

Another Update For Today...

I'm still home and will head back to the hospital shortly. I called Jim and he said they were removing Reid's chest tube as we spoke. However, one of the doctors said he'd have to stay in the hospital for a day after the chest tube was removed, so it doesn't look like he'll be coming home today. Reid is discouraged...he wants to get out, come home, and get a good night's sleep. On my way back I'm going by Perry's and getting him one of their pork chops. He loves them and we're hoping it will cheer him up since there's absolutely nothing wrong with his appetite.

Thanks again...Betty

Nothing New...

I don't have anything new to report except that we think the chest tube will be removed today and we think that means he'll be discharged. They took him for a CT scan at 2:30 this morning (I'm learning that hospitals are definitely 24/7 operations) and when I left to come home to shower they were supposed to be taking him for a chest X-ray. I'm sure all of that will factor into whether or not he is discharged.

Now we have to worry about where he'll receive treatment because he does not have insurance. Up until now we didn't have to worry because he went into the hospital on an emergency basis. We've been told that there aren't that many resources in our county and UTMB at Galveston does not do indigent care (that's what it's called) post Ike. The social worker has given us the name of a clinic and once the "official" diagnosis is made there might be other places we can try. I would have loved to have seen him continue with the doctors he's been seeing...especially the Oncologist. Everyone has been wonderful at Hermann Hospital and he's received excellent care. I just can't say it enough. We have truly been blessed. God led us to that hospital thought their emergency room. I don't know what would have happened if we had gone any place else.

I'll be heading back to the hospital in a little while. I've turned off mail to my Yahoo groups and have been deleting a lot of mail. If I've missed something I apologize...my time at home is limited. I can't even begin to say how much I appreciate your prayers!!! Betty

Preliminary diagnosis

Late yesterday afternoon we were told of the preliminary diagnosis. The pathologist hasn't officially signed off on it, but they're saying he has Hodgkins Lymphoma and they just have to determine which of the four types so they know the proper treatment. The doctor told us that at this time it is the best possible scenario. It is treatable.

Yesterday he went around 20 hours without any pain medication which is good. I'm a little concerned about his coughing. It seemed to increase yesterday, but he has to inhale into a devise that helps with his lung expansion and that causes him to cough more. I'm hoping that won't be a problem and the chest tube can be removed and he can come home.

This morning when he got up to walk to the bathroom I could see him walking a little faster. He uses a walker and I'm assuming he will until he can actually feel his feet under him. There's one injection that he gets in the stomach and he can't feel it when they give it to him, so he's still quite numb from the waist down. Just not sure how much of that feeling will return.

We're hopefull and appreciate all prayers. Thank you!!

I have no new news today. The doctor told us yesterday that the pathologists still can't determine what's going on. They initially thought it could possibly be a sarcoma, but the pathologist still won't sign off on that as a diagnosis and so we wait, hope, and pray.

Now if it wasn't for all the medical equipment in the ICU you would never know there was anything wrong. He looks healthy. This was before the back surgery.

This was after he was moved out of ICU and post back surgery.

And this was yesterday. He's sitting in a chair with the chest tube equipment.

I hope we can bring him home in the next day or so. I'll stay at the hospital again tonight. With the chest tube I'm there to help him if he wants to get up. The one tube has to be disconnected and that way he doesn't have to wait for a nurse.

His walking seems to improve a little each day although he still doesn't have all the feeling back. They told him it might not come back, but we definitely see improvement. PT works with him a little each day and he uses a walker.

All prayers appreciated.

Please excuse all errors...typing or otherwise. Not a lot of time to proofread.