On Monday, James and I met with a couple of ladies with Palliative Care. Holli is a nurse practitioner and Paula is a social worker. They helped me to understand what we will likely be facing in the next little while. They explained that palliative care focuses on quality of life. There is still the option of seeing the doctor or going to the hospital if needed. James has complete control over the decision of when to enter hospice care.
Hospice care will essentially help to care for him for the last six months of his life (roughly). They use a scale of 0-10 to help determine how his quality of life is, with 0 being the best and 10 being the worst ever. Last week he told Holli that he was probably at a 7, on Monday he said he was maybe at 6. But Holli and Paula helped me to understand that it is not a matter of whether he is fighting to live or whether he is giving up, palliative care helps to focus on goals. He is simply working toward a different set of goals right now.
One of his goals is to be able to spend Christmas with Bob and Teresa's family in Pinedale. He really wants to have a fun Christmas with the kids. Another of his goals is rebaptism. We do not have a definitive timeline on that right now, but it is something he is working toward.
I did ask him to try and not die on my birthday... I like my birthday, I don't want a reason to not like it, it helps me get through the winter, having something like that happen would make me sad and not like it. I did realize though that if it happened, I could live with it. I might not like it, but I would live.
At any rate, his prognosis currently is as such: they had started a different antibiotic for him, it is a lot slower acting than many of the other options, but he is allergic to all of those other options. It does seem to be making some improvement, but it is slow. He has had some trouble with his gastrointestinal system. Seems to have stuff not moving well through his system. His stomach feels overly full and that increases his trouble with breathing. He has been taking miralax and they tried to get him to drink golytely, but he just could not choke that stuff down. He has had some relief but not enough to really feel better from that.
With any luck, he may get to come home on Thursday (tomorrow) but we are kind of playing it by ear. They want to be sure they have machines for him to use here at home, as well as all of the proper medication. They will keep him at the hospital until they can make sure he will have everything he needs here at home. He gets lonely, and he misses me and Foster, we'd go up more frequently if gas prices weren't so high and we could afford it.
Holli and Paula are going to meet with us again tomorrow at one'o'clock to talk some more. I do not feel like I am in despair. I do worry for James, I do not want him to have to suffer, I feel like he has suffered enough and I just want him to be as comfortable as possible and not have to linger for longer than necessary.
I have always known his wishes, he does not wish to be intubated (have a tube put down his throat to help him breathe). He does not wish to be resuscitated if he were to die or quit breathing. He has never wanted to be placed on a list for possible lung transplant, and at this point if he were to change his mind, it would likely be too late. I have had 15 years of marriage and 22 years of knowing him to come to terms with these things, and that is fine. It has taken years of going through almost a grief process to come to terms with some of these things, and that is okay. I am at peace with whatever may happen.
We haven't always had an easy go of things, but I have enjoyed the time I have had with my Jamus. I have my moments sometimes I am fine, other moments I fall apart, but that is okay too. Paula explained I was likely going through some pre-grief, I was like no kidding... I do feel like I am grieving his death before he has died, but I am preparing myself. Some people don't have the opportunity to prepare for such things. I consider myself blesses to have the opportunity to not be shocked or traumatized by a sudden death. My beliefs help me to know that I will see my J again, and that helps to ease the pain.
Holli explained too that CF patients are lucky in a way to be able to partially orchestrate the last time of their lives. They have some control, some options, they can make choices so that they and those they love can be saved from some end of life things that other people cannot do. I hope I do not sound morbid, I am not meaning to, I just know that this has always been at the center of our marriage. James' ultimate demise has been the center of his life, his whole life. Sometimes it is hard to live when you are continually told you are going to die. I think J did a pretty good job considering. He has things he wishes he could have done in his life, both in and out of his control, but overall, I believe he has lead a pretty good life. Sure he has regrets, but honestly who doesn't.
I know I can say for both of us, we are so especially grateful to everyone who has kept us in their thoughts and prayers, who've fasted for us, or placed our name on prayer rolls. I maintain that were it not for prayers of everyone on my behalf, I would not be upright. While I know J often still doesn't feel well, he has shown some improvement and we have been educated on what to expect in the coming weeks and months. In between hospital visits I asked him how long he thought he had, he said maybe a year. Although it was a sad moment, it helped both of us to mentally prepare for what we are facing.
We would like to ask that if you have it in you to keep praying for us, please do. If you can keep your thoughts turned to God's will and acceptance of His will, that will help all of us. I will try to better and keep people updated, but sometimes it feels like it changes minute to minute or that I don't have anything new to report, so forgive me if I don't always give an update.
Thank you all again, B and J
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Learning about Palliative and Hospice Care
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Thursday, August 4, 2011
Remembering truths and learning to 'Cowboy Up!'
The following is from my Spotlight post from Lifting Hearts (formerly Sister Survivors). As I was sitting here tonight, not being able to sleep, I was reading the other spotlight posts and felt like I needed to reread my own interview. I am glad I did, I needed to be reminded of truths I know, but that I have pushed to far reaches of my mind. Satan is a wily guy and he tries so hard... He knows just which of my buttons to push and I have been letting him... I need to regroup and "cowboy up" (I am a Wyoming girl after all). This is to a new start, to new reaches and to kicking his butt to kingdom come!!!
March Spotlight - B-Jo Laing-Dumler
Our March spotlight is B-Jo Laing-Dumler. B-Jo has been part of our group since the beginning. She is a talented, happy person, and since she will be helping us out with a few thing over the next 6 months, I thought it would be fun to get to know her a little bit better. Enjoy the interview!
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Monday, May 30, 2011
Memorial Day--More than just dying
So, it is Memorial Day weekend, and while prepared to support those who have lost their live in service to our country, we also remember our ancestors, family, and friends who've passed before us. I was realizing this is the first Memorial Day that my Grandpa Bob was gone and I was trying to determine a good way to honor his memory. I remember going with him and Grandma Donna to decorate graves as part of our Memorial Day remembrances. I also went with Grammy Hellie and Papa Joe. I did not always know who's all grave we were visiting, but they would tel me and I would listen.
However, I was not prepared for the loss of a beautiful young life. The Harris family lost their Bradley Michael today. All I know was that he and his father, Craig, were involved in a motorcycle crash, and Michael, he didn't make it. I think after we came back, I was able to watch Michael once, maybe... But I was a nanny to his older siblings, Brian, Brooke, Lynnie, and Brianna. I love these kids, they aren't so little anymore and now a portion of them has been ripped away from them. I am trying to be more positive about things, like Michael's mission in this life was over and Heavenly Father has something important for him to do on the other side, but he was 14, turning 15 in June... He was so young, was there really stuff more important, couldn't he have stayed with us just a bit longer? I have to remember the Lord knows His plan, and we have to abide by His plan, not the other way around. Someday we may comprehend, but sometimes I struggle to go by faith.
As I sit here, pondering Michael's passing, watching music videos that are patriotic and especially supportive of our military men and women, I am still uncertain... I do feel the need to express gratitude.
I am grateful to have the Gospel of Jesus Christ in my life, and while I may stumble from time to time, I am certain it is truth. I am also grateful to a Savior who is there to help me when I do stumble. I am grateful the Harris family also has the Gospel and they are sealed for time and all eternity. They are an eternal family and will be together again someday. I am grateful for the many men and women who offer themselves in the name of our country, too many have paid the ultimate price, and too few of us express our thanks. I am grateful for ancestors who sacrificed, who lived, who made this a great country. I am thankful for parents, grandparents, and other family members who have been an example to me. My words will never be enough. I am especially grateful to a brother in the Army, a brother in law enforcement, an almost-brother in the Air Force, and for a husband who has shown me the importance of willingness to serve and how important service men and women are. To my examples, to my family, to my Lord, I am grateful.
I ask that thoughts and prayers be with the Harris family at their time of loss. I ask that we all remember our military, to thank them for their service, both in the past, currently and in the future. I ask that we thank God everyday that we live in these United States and we do our best to uphold His virtues and remain united.
America the Beautiful
Melody by Samuel Ward
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!
O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through
wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!
O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice,
for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Last Meals?
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Friday, April 22, 2011
Tasting Event
On May 20th and 21st, I will be hosting a Tasting Event for my Alison's Pantry business. Along with my AP products, several friends will also be participating with their own independent businesses. A mini-fair or boutique if you will...
As part of the event, there will also be a fund-raiser to help with the remaining balance of my reconstructive surgery (the part medicaid DID NOT cover). I hope you will join us and be willing to contribute. Any contributions beyond what is necessary will go to support other breast cancer survivors, FYI.
Keep watching for more information...
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I did not realize...
Somehow I guess I did not realize I had not posted since grandpa actually passed away... Holy cow! Well, I am here today with an update about me and everything...
I saw Dr. Breyer yesterday, she is my oncologist. I was actually hoping she would tell me that today was my last Herceptin treatment, no such luck. But, it is close to the end. They have been giving me my treatments in does of three, so today when I go I will receive doses 46, 47, and 48... When I go again in three weeks, I will receive doses 49, 50, and 51. Then a week after that I will go for dose 52... That makes my year. I was curious, why so long, so I did some back tracking with my calendar to figure out why it came out this way... Somewhere someone goofed, and must not have been giving me three doses at a time... I just do not know who or where...
At any rate, I go to have a mammogram on my right side on Thursday, this is just precautionary to make sure all is well. This one is the kicker, though... My blood pressure has been steadily increasing and there is some worry about that, so I have to go have my blood pressure checked at my regular physician's office. I am doing that on Thursday as well, after the mammogram. Yay for me, NOT. I must say I am somewhat concerned about this. I don't want to give up my cheeseburgers, you see, and I am afraid that is what I may get told. Rude... I shall keep you posted.
Until next time...
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Grandpa Bob, I love you!
Mom called today to let me know Grandpa Bob had finally passed away this morning. It has been a long time coming and he was suffering and it has been hard on Grandma and Mom too. I have been praying that Heavenly Father would take him home, but last night, well, maybe I was more fervent, I dunno... I just didn't want him to suffer anymore in this life, in his frail body that just hasn't been able to do what it needed.
On the flip side, this is my Grandpa, my buddy. 'Bampa' was my first word. When I was little Grandpa was probably my biggest hero, EVER! In fact, if it hadn't been for the fact that my brother was named for him instead, I may never have forgiven my parents for not naming him Burt Reynolds or the Snowman i.e. Smokey and the Bandit movies.
This is the Grandpa that took me to Burger King every weekend, just he and I. This is the Grandpa that helped me sell Girl Scout Cookies to everyone he knew, which were a lot of people. This is the grandpa who built me a sandbox, built things for Girl Scouts, PTA carnivals, stuff for our toys, our room, our house. This is the Grandpa who danced with me while Lawerence Welk was on, with me standing on his feet. The Grandpa who taught me how to play cards, and how to cheat at playing cards. Grandpa taught me Cribbage. Grandpa would let me sit and read National Geographic with him and when I wouldn't touch a page cause it had an icky spider or snake on it or something else that scared me, he would turn the page for me. This is the Grandpa that helped me learn to ride a bike, roller skate, make stuff. He would push me in the swing and recite the poem of the same name...
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
Come out and play with me
And bring your dollies three
Climb up my apple tree
Shout down my rain barrel
Slide down my cellar door
And we'll be jolly friends
Forever more more more more more
Say, say, oh playmate
I cannot play with you
My dolly's got the flu
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Ain't got no rain barrel
Ain't got no cellar door
But we'll be jolly friends
Forever more more more more more
Words and music by Saxie Dowell
Now mind you, I may not remember the words exactly, and I had to copy them from online, but just seeing the words brings back so many memories.
This is also the grandpa who helped instill a love for Gene Autry and Marty Robbins, I remember one car ride from Casper to LaGrange where we listened to the Marty Robbins 8-track over and over, we sang along the whole way. Grandpa tried to teach me to whistle, he taught me all kinds of things. I was his buddy I remember waiting for him to come home from work so I could spend time with him. I would call him on the phone, even though we lived right next door. This is the Grandpa who told me stories of how he worked with Paul Bunyan and his Big Blue Ox, Babe. I loved Grandpa's stories. There are so many things I love about my Grandpa. This is the Grandpa who took me to the fair, and let me take all the time I wanted to look at the animals and the displays. I remember he even rode rides with me, because I just wasn't big enough to go alone. What an awesome Grandpa.
Yes, Grandpa is my hero, he is just about as close to perfect as can get, at least anyone I have met--for me, he probably comes in real close to my Savior and my Heavenly Father.
Grandpa, I love you, I miss you, I have for a while because I did not make as much time as I should have to see you. Please see if they will let you watch over me from heaven, in between all the other stuff they have you do.
Love, B
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