Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Because of Him

This evening I was touched by the thoughtfulness of Z. He and Nev were grouped in age together at a local Easter Egg Hunt (dash) and I was watching from a distance. As it started Nev had her basket on her head as a hat. I figured that was going to be a problem but had no way to do anything about it since we were blocked by a bunch of other parents.

I watched as they started the hunt and she ran about 3 steps and then panicked: where was her basket? She couldn't possibly pick up eggs without the basket. Her brother was long gone, of course with task in mind. She turned back searching for me, the expression on her face heartbreaking the parental crowd thinned enough and I went to her, I pulled the basket off her head and handed it to her and told her she was okay (she was crying), and to go see if she could find an egg. I watched as she picked up one and then it was evident that all the eggs had been claimed. Her brother found her as he was charged to do and then from a distance I saw a huddle around her. When they emerged from the group everyone was happy.

They described to me what had transpired when they found me. Now looking through the pictures I am touched even more to see what I couldn't at the distance I was.

Without any adult interference just the sorrow of his sister he took it upon himself to make all things even.

In the pictures I can see her meet up with her brother, shoulders slumped in defeat.

I can see Z's appeal to the other hunters on her behalf. You can see in their faces what kind of a response they received.

He later told me he gave her half his eggs and then asked other kids around him if they would share just one with her.

It's a simple thing. A Christlike thing. A small act that makes me such a happy mom. Because of Him, Because of Jesus Christ my children know how to see a need and fill it, see a broken heart and mend it. They learn to serve as Our Savior served. Z ended up with less eggs than his sister.

Afterwards they had a raffle for a few gift baskets. In a tender mercy Nev's number won the raffle.
Which means that Z was even more unbalanced with the one he worried over, but it was all okay. 
As a parent, standing back and watching my children take care of each other is one of the most rewarding things. Their innocence, and charity is inspiring. 

May the beauty and awesomeness of Our Savior's gift and sacrifice be evidenced in types all around you. 
Happy Easter!
#becauseofHim 

Because of Him I'm a better Mom, Because of Him my children are better people, Because of Him I learn to love more perfectly. 

Thursday, March 6, 2014

A wasted degree



I just got a call from a my alumni school. One of the questions they asked was whether or not I am employed. My answer was no. Technically, I own my own “business” and I have a unique product but haven’t pushed it in the recent year or two since I have other priorities. I contemplated calling back after I hung up to change my position on employment, because I am not a waste of my degree.

Recently there has been so much discussion about women, their rights and roles and their limitations in the workforce and even in my church. I feel it important as a mother and as a leader of the young women in my church to understand these varying viewpoints, whether or not I agree with them. When the call from the school where I received my Associate Degree came I was in the middle of reading a few articles and blog posts on the subject. 

There are many reasons I do this. One is to be understanding; another is to not teach in the old way with the old stigma and the old ideas. Is there something wrong with the old way? Well, I firmly believe God’s way is right. Right now our loving Heavenly Father has given us a “new” way to teach and I'm doing my best at it.  The “old” way certainly has its issues introduced by what I assume are well meaning individuals who can’t possibly foresee all the ways their good intentions will be misconstrued and torn apart or what the individual will internalize it as. My blog has gone relatively quiet lately because I see so many good blog posts, well written, well thought out get completely decimated my commentators who are cruel and often do not try to understand the author or their position at all. Bloggers simply share their world, their thoughts as they are. Generally speaking a Blog will never and can never cover all the angles and it shouldn’t try to. I am not great at putting my thoughts down and so I often keep them to myself, because I love a variety of people with a variety of views and ways of living and don’t want rifts, but I quietly try to understand them and know better how to approach them when those things we don’t see eye to eye on come up. I’m passionate about what I believe. Most people are.

So while I was trying to find a piece of information for the phone call I asked the questioner, “What is the purpose of keeping up with the Alumni?” “To see how Alumni are using their degrees.” So then I asked the pointed question, “Am I a waste of my degree?” Remember I just told her that I was unemployed. The young woman answered correctly in the negative. I let her know I do not feel that I have wasted my degree either, but that that view was certainly narrowing in the world around me. 

After my Associates degree from BYU-Idaho I went to BYU in Provo and received my Bachelor’s degree. I do freelance graphic design here and there, more frequently when my children were less and younger and took naps. Now we spend hours on homework and cuddling, reading and practicing letter forms, painting masterpieces and building with ceramic clay, we spend time playing in the tree house and making chalk masterpieces on the driveway, and dragging a red wagon laden with heavy little bodies up the slope to the road just because it’s the shortest route. I spend time folding laundry and telling the kids not to eat on the couch, dragging myself into the kitchen to attempt to create a meal that will please a vast audience, sweeping under the table and picking up random discarded clothing. I spend time reading the scriptures with my children and teaching them to brush their teeth, to organize the toys and fold laundry, I teach them to make choices and accept consequences, I teach them the way around a kitchen and recognize a need and be willing to serve, I teach them to pray, I teach them to change their attitude. I also sometimes yell, roll my eyes and melt to the floor like my toddler and then I get to teach by example to repent and forgive. I eat chocolate after they go to bed and whine about getting up in the morning to redo everything I did yesterday. I pray.

I’m a mother who is doing the best she can to raise a few children who will know how to handle life and work for themselves. Just like me, sometimes they will totally suck at it. It’s a fact, but they’ll get up and keep working at it, because that’s what their mom did and what their grandma’s did, and their great grandmas etc. etc. all the way back to Eve. She made a choice that bettered mankind and yes, womankind that includes you, the terms man and mankind is not exclusive. Eve isn’t to blame, but to thank. I’m thanking her by doing what I feel God has asked me to do; to live, to raise children, to nurture them and to be a supportive wife. Yes, I’m married. No, my husband wouldn’t stop me from working if that was my burning desire, or even a little desire. I don’t home school. I am happy to send my children who I have found thrive in the public school environment, where they can choose to live what we teach in our home and believe me, they have a choice. 

So what do I do with my degree? Sometimes I use it to make money, remember, I do freelance. Sometimes I do it to help out a friend, sometimes I use my degree to make something as a gift, or something I learned in my college classes to serve someone else or to add beauty to their world. Sometimes I advise people in things concerning my degree. Sometimes, I use my degree to simply teach my daughter that she can draw a neck between a head and its arms because it is there. Sometimes I use it to help my child with a homework assignment or project or to research something that interests us simply because we love to learn. Sometimes I even use it to help my daughter do a project on a "feminist." GASP! Sometimes I use it to make things for my husband that helps him in his job, and sometimes I use it to document our marriage or show him I love him. I use it to express myself.

Does it really matter if I use it? USE it in the way the general public thinks I should use it? No. It doesn’t. Because once you learn something it is stored away in that magical space in your spirit. It’s a place that sometimes my brain can’t quite access so I can’t remember how to do long division in a pinch to help my daughter, instead I get to learn it again with her, which gives me patience. But my spirit has it, it’s locked down solid and when I die, all those things will be opened to me again perfectly and I’ll use them. I’ll use them and build on them and be better for having the pittance of a foundation my 16ish years of schooling brought me. 

I am not a waste of my degree. I am exactly what I planned to be. A mother, a wife, a woman with experience, a woman with knowledge, a woman with talents, a woman with testimony, a woman with a plan.

I am a woman with divine destiny. 

Monday, February 20, 2012

Giddy's Renal Adventures: part 1

In life we want things to be cut and dry and quick easy answers, but we all know it is rarely like that, in the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson: life is a journey, not a destination.

Our youngest son gave our family and many that know him an extra journey of faith the last week of January.

I include his story here, because I want it journal-ed and because there are so many people that were praying for him and thinking about him and their faith, service, and concern has been such a blessing to our family. Much of it comes from notes I took in the moment and so my apologies if tense changes etc are odd. I have to do it in installments or 1) it's too long 2) life is like that 3) otherwise it won't get done at all.


Gideon is a big boy. Always has been. He's a sight to behold with broad shoulders, wispy blond hair and icy blue eyes. He's tall for his age and well filled out. He loves to eat and has 7 teeth and loves to gnaw at things. So a rotund baby belly would be expected and he certainly had it. We hear comments often about what a big healthy boy he is, but the best thing about Gideon is that he is Giddy. His nickname is very fitting as he is a very sweet smiley boy.

About Christmas time I started to wonder about the fact that he had taken to spitting up again. It was in sneaky burps but it smelled like vomit and he hadn't been spitting up for a few months. There were a lot of factors so I discounted it at first because he never seemed bothered, he'd cut a tooth so we'd pin the spit up burps on that and then he was eating more table food, then more vitamin d milk would get the blame, then over eating.

The first week of January I kept him out of a few activities because I couldn't tell if he was sick or what. But since he was happy as ever I would just go around the house cleaning up quarter size or more stinky spit ups.

Sunday the 23rd of Jan I was in another room listening to Gary change Giddy's diaper and commenting on what a big boy and big belly he had. He has commented this very often lately. So I felt the need to investigate a bit when I was getting Giddy ready for bed. With more careful scrutiny, as I tried to secure his diaper I noticed he was fatter on one side than the other. I started poking around his belly. It was soft and bouncy on his left side, on his right it was firm and solid. I tried to sort out the lump and gauged what I could feel to be at least the size of my fist. I got very concerned. I zipped up his jammie's and went downstairs where the family was waiting for FaceTime with grandparents, scripture reading and prayers.


Gary was at the computer lining up bills for the week. I said, "I think something is wrong with Giddy. His belly is really hard on the right side." Gary of course, thought he was fine, (I can't blame him, if i had just allocated all out money to necessary expenses I would think he didn't need to see a doc at the beginning of the deductible year too) he's just a big boy. He's probably just constipated. I said I wanted to take him to the pediatrician. "It's not supposed to be hard. It's not squishy like on his side. It's a whole handful. That's huge! Besides constipation usually happens in the descending colon."

So the poor boy was given a suppository. He pooped. There was still a hard lump. Poor Gary was upset because as he said, "You are usually right and this is really bad timing. We were getting on a plane next Tuesday. They are non refundable flights. That's a LOT of money. I hate it when you are right about stuff like this."

I got into the first apt I could with the first doctor I could Monday. The appointment happened to be at 2:10 and I was watching a friend's daughter. While Waiting for 2 pm to circle around we melted down crayons pieces and made some cards with the thin layer of melted wax. (I have blurred out our friend's beautiful face because I don't have permission to show her.)

Then lunch and loading up. The kids were good at the doctor's I did try to find someone to drop off at least Zurich with but no one answered. So I took the four of them. "Ju-la" (as Nev calls her) helped by pushing the stroller. I'm glad I had our friend with us that day because having someone else to care for actually helped keep me calm and focused on normalcy.

I do think it was one of the shortest doctor visits I have ever had. I explained my reason for bringing him in. The doc felt it and said, we need to do a CT scan. She left to schedule it and sent in Giddy's doctor who felt it and concurred and tried to console me when I said, "It's a tumor huh?" And then thinking about Gary's comments before, bad timing and we can't afford a ct scan. One ct scan is the tip of the iceberg folks, and I knew that. You could tell by the doctors, this was serious.

The scan was set up for the next day first thing in the morning. I arranged for someone to watch the kids. I had asked Gary's help in sheeting Zurich's bed and then wondered what was taking so long for him to join us for scriptures. He was laying on Zurich's bed breaking his heart. "I have always coped by accepting the worst case scenario but I can't this time. I can't accept not having Giddy."

Early the next morning Gary and I headed with our Giddy to the children's hospital an hour away. We were scheduled for 8am and were there at 7:39 but didn't have the actual CT till 10 am.


He was given the dye and drank it (easily since he had been fasting and not eaten anything yet) and then we waited 45 minutes for it to move to where it needed to be. We both went back while they hooked up an IV. To try and calm him down they turned on some colored lights.


Gary stayed with them while they did the actual scan. Then back in the waiting room while they read the ct. He came out with all his bug bites looking like blood blisters. We were not supposed to leave until our referring doctor called us but when it was time instead of talking to her at the desk in the waiting room they invited us back to the room where they keep the toys and snuggles for bad news. It was bad news.

When the phone rang I let Gary talk to the pediatrician. He asked pertinent questions I wouldn't have had the mind to.

Diagnosis: Wilms Tumor, Kidney Cancer.

They said the C word about my baby. My mind resisted, my heart resisted, my prayers began.

When Gary got off the phone and confirmed pieces I had overheard I cuddled my sweet baby and broke my heart. "My baby, my baby" we went through periods of disbelief and devastation, numbness and worry. Chances were good he would live but he'd be in the hospital probably have to have chemo etc. Thinking of all the possible implications was too much and that's where numbness would rescue us for a few moments. I threw out, maybe it wasn't cancer at all: maybe it was just a freaky tumor like my two separate tumor sites had been.

"Why not me? Why my baby?" Gary asked
"Because he's strong."

I remember assuring Gary at one point, that this wasn't some punishment from God, but just part of our mortal existence. Just something that is part of it. And it was specifically part of Giddy's, something that he had the strength to deal with.

(It would be interesting here to see why we chose the name we did for Gideon. If I get that typed up and posted I will link it here. )

We cried and looked up Wilms on the Internet. The prognosis is very positive. We waited for the oncologist for more thorough explanation. Gary tried to give him a priesthood blessing but he was too wiggly. I said a prayer and he quieted immediately listening to me and stared up at the lights after the prayer he dropped off to sleep. Gary was able to use the anointing and give him a Priesthood blessing. This of course gave us some comfort and new thoughts.

We called Gary's parents, & my sister, I couldn't get a hold of my parents. There were no pictures taken in this room. As Gary said, "I don't ever want to see that room again." However, I don't think we will be able to get it out of our minds.

The oncologist Sutphin and his resident came in and talked to us while I held sleeping Giddy. Sutphin confirmed the diagnosis Wilms cancer: of the kidney. For sure surgery with a ten day hospital stay after surgery. Pathology will be done at time of surgery. He thinks it is stage one or two cancer, with a very positive prognosis. We were told that they would remove the right kidney as the tumor is involved in the kidney.

We were ready to get the surgery done that day and get things started, but more tests needed to be done to see if it affected anywhere else. They said that he would be admitted that day and that they were already working to clear out a room for him. There are possibilities that it can affect / spread to lungs. Some of the tests will help rule that out.

At least 6 months of chemo after surgery if tumor weighs too much. Too much was anything over 550 grams.

He will have 1 kidney. He should be fine with just one. He won't be able to take certain medications. (Motrin) Be careful with contact sports. Sutphin then mused over Gary being a baseball fan, probably the hat. :) Like Giddy would still be able to swing a bat. 15% chance of re-occurrence. Nope. Gary doesn’t play baseball. (Later we were talking about why this was his guess, and I said, it was probably because baseball players aren’t usually known for their physique. Can you say foot in the mouth?) I asked could it be just a freaky weird tumor like the two I have had and not be cancer. No. But we did then discuss the kinds of tumors I had. (Each time I have had a tumor discovered there was the talk of it being cancer and testing but it was never really a scary reality.) But he thought that Giddy’s was only stage 1 or two which meant a very favorable outcome. We talked about 6 months of chemo and a 90% chance of survival. He’ll live, he’ll be okay. At this point Gary got up and hugged the doctor.

We remained in the bad news room for quite some time waiting for things to be worked out, or maybe just for us to calm down. Then we waited for a room to be admitted to for at least a half hour in the registration office.

When we were brought up to the 4th floor they gave us a tour. It really hit us when we were in the family room and we saw the box of donated hats. That said cancer to Gary and me more tangibly, more track switching.

Giddy's stats were taken and we settled in trying out his robot crib and Giddy sliding around on the floor purposefully in his gown.
When Giddy was admitted he weighed 23.1lbs and was 30 1/2 inches tall.