I'm not sure I can adequately express my love for wool socks. I've started keeping a pair by my bed so I can put them on any time my feet are so cold that I can't fall asleep. (This happens more often than you might think.) Also, I wear them pretty much any day with a high of less than 60 degrees. Since I'm having a crabby evening, now seems like the perfect time to make a list of some of the little things that bring joy to my life.
Read MoreFrom last Monday when I saw how ill my 18-month-old niece Hailey was, to Thursday when she was diagnosed with leukemia, to tonight when we received the news that the cancer hasn't spread to her spinal fluid, I've gone through a wide range of emotions. Some of them were expected - gut-wrenching fear, helplessness, grief, thankfulness after today's news. Others were unexpected.
Read MoreBad Things About My Birthday:
- I had to work.
- Justin had to work.
- The kids were extremely crabby.
- The screaming children gave me a screaming headache.
- Justin is going to play poker after work instead of coming home to spend time with me.
- No one sang Happy Birthday.
- No one made me a cake.
A few days ago I attempted to post a blog about how things have been going with Justin, Jordan and myself, but alas, blogspot ate it before I could post it, and I was too irritated to attempt to recreate it. So here is the current version: Justin had surgery on Friday, March 5. It took three very long hours, but seems to have been successful. The (highly reputed) surgeon found the leak in his lung, cut out the weak area, stapled his lung back up, and put in some talc to cause the lung to scar and adhere to the chest wall so his lung won't be able to collapse again. The surgeon said that he's never seen a leak in that location with a spontaneous lung collapse, but he found nothing else of concern.
After the surgery it seemed like Justin was hooked up to just about everything possible. He had an IV with a morphine drip, a separate ball with narcotics going directly into his incision, an epidural for pain, a monitor hooked up to his finger to measure heart rate and oxygen level, a catheter, an oxygen mask, and these things on his legs to keep blood clots from forming (which he had to wear over white thigh high nylon stockings - very masculine).
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