tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4755482083923956022024-03-13T14:46:22.256-06:00Wilson LoveShawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.comBlogger360125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-58381452589631054472012-06-27T22:54:00.003-06:002012-06-27T23:38:19.718-06:00Camp Hobe and H2O<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Earlier last week Taryn was lucky enough to go to <a href="http://www.camphobekids.org/">Camp Hobe</a>. It is a camp for kids and teens who either have cancer or have gone though cancer, as well as their siblings. <br />
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They really have it all figured out there... a lot of the counselors are nurses from ICS who volunteer to help. Leaving Taryn there for 6 hours each day made me a bit nervous, but it would be really nerve wracking to leave your child who either has a central line or is on treatment. It all made sense once I saw those familiar faces! The volunteers and counselors make every child feel so special and welcomed. The kids never want to leave!<br />
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Taryn did the day camp on Monday and Tuesday.... and by Tuesday she was ready to pack her pillow to spend the night!<br />
I'm thinking next year I won't be able to convince her she's too little and she will end up doing the week long camp... which every parent says their kids are on cloud nine when they pick them up.<br />
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<em>Taryn trying to ignore me when I came to pick her up - the girls after eating popcicles</em></div>
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<em>Taryn with my cancer mom friends children.</em></div>
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<em>Taryn and Isabelle...one of the many buddies she became friends with</em></div>
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Tenley was too young this year, but might be able to do the day camp next year with special permission. She was having fun running around the dirt trails when we picked Taryn up. I was bummed because I didn't jump on the opportunity to spend the night at a nearby hotel with all the other cancer moms who I have come to love and adore. They are a special group of ladies who always have a listening ear, and just "get it." Next year I'll for sure plan on joining them!</div>
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In th meantime while Taryn was having a blast, Tenley was having some pretty nasty diarrhea. Poor thing had been having it all weekend, and it was still a problem on Monday and Tuesday. Monday we spent the day at the park with all the other cancer moms and Tenley ran around for a good two hours straight. It was over 90 degrees out, and I could not get her to drink very much, and sh did not eat anything at all. - which for Tenley is not normal. <br />
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By Wednesday she woke up throwing up and was hardly moving around. She layed in bed with me all morning and I was so beyond worried about her. It's hard to go from cancer world to normal world when these kids get sick. I wanted to know what was wrong, but at the same time I didn't. One thing was for sure though, it was obvious she did not feel good. <br />
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I took her into our pediatrician and he gave her a normal look over. He is always so kind with his words and makes sure I understand everything he explains. The conclusion was she was dehydrated. After the diarrhea and vomiting, and the day in the sun, she was needing fluids pretty badly. He had me go home and sit with her while she drank gatorade. I was going to have to try and get at least 24 ounces in her before the end of the day. I'm certain we didn't make that goal...<br />
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Next day, she woke up in a better mood, but as the day went on she got more tired and just wanted to be held. Again, another scary sign for me knowing that was one of her symptoms before being diagnosed with Leukemia. I was a wreck about her that evening... worrying about my instincts, not knowing if I should just give it some time for her to bounce back, or if I needed to rush her to the ER for an IV.<br />
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The nurses were so friendly, as always, and I'm sure after examining her could tell she really was just fine... but they took my concerns to heart and went ahead with a litte blood draw followed by an IV of fluid. <br />
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<em>She just lets the nurses do their jobs!</em></div>
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<em>check out all that georgous blonde hair!</em></div>
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K, seriously... Tenley is a total champ. My mom stepped out of the room worried about seeing Tenley upset when they poked her and got her hand ready. Tenley didn't flinch, cry, or even blink when they did it. It was like la-di-da... just a normal day. Then after 30 minutes of getting that good juice flowing, and a thumbs up on the blood work, we were on our way! <br />
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Ahhhhhhhhhhh.... huge sigh of relief! I can't even begin to describe the worry this gal gives me when she isn't acting 100%. I wish so bad I could just think of her as a normal little two year old who of course is going to get sick and have a bug or two go through her system. I know it's going to take time... and quite a bit of it for me to get past those feelings. <br />
But I'm happy to say she is most definitely back to 100%<br />
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Our summer days are back to running, playing, and swimming... and I'm making sure it's filled wlots of water drinking as well.</div>
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Oh... and here are the twins. 30 weeks! </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The countdown is on!</span></div>Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-72836039298005583942012-06-27T00:09:00.001-06:002012-06-27T00:14:13.437-06:00Our next chapterWow we have come a long way. <br />
This summer is flying by, and even though we are still going through trials, I am grateful every single day that Tenley is healthy and continuing to stay that way. <br />
Whenever I find myself looking through pictures or reading old blog entires, I can't believe we actually went through all of that. <br />
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Tenley is an amazing fighter. She still is. Normal things that should make every child upset do not seem to phase her.<br />
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Like slivers for example. <br />
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She always has one or more on her little hands from our back deck. I didn't even realize that's what they were because she never complained about them. Taryn on the other hand can't handle the pain of one! (and neither can I for that matter) <br />
It makes me sad to think maybe Tenley is just so used to pain she thinks it's a normal part of everyday life. I guess going through cancer will do that to ya. <br />
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We have done quite a bit this summer....<br />
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We ventured to Disneyland and it was such an amazing fun wonderful trip.<br />
We celebrated Taryn's 5th birthday and I have to say her party was a blast.<br />
We've been swimming, eating popcicles, playing at parks, and enjoying new splash pads.<br />
We have all marveled at the rapid growing rate of my pregnant belly.<br />
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We usually spend our days from dawn to dusk in our backyard.<br />
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And the best part of this summer for me... We have settled back into a normal routine of life that I so desperately wanted and yearned for. My family of four is all under the same roof with my role as mother and wife. I truly find joy in wiping away crumbs from the kitchen counter after little mouths have been fed. Picking up shoes and toys and crayons and lipglosses that my girls are always leaving trails of. Nightly routines with bathtime, picking out pajamas, climbing onto Daddy's lap (not me, the girlies) and reading a bedtime story, then reading scriptures and having family prayer. Rocking Tenley and holding her close. Robbie tossing Taryn into bed. Giving goodnight kisses and telling my girls I love them sooooo much and to have good dreams.<br />
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That has been the best part of summer so far.Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-68302587715182729582012-05-07T00:00:00.001-06:002012-05-07T00:03:53.342-06:00let them be littleSomething about being pregnant just makes me not feel like blogging...<br />
I think it's called extreme laziness.<br />
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But, there are too many things happening too fast that I can't let slip away.<br />
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Like my little girl that seems to be growing up into a big girl right before my eyes. It is happening and I can't even believe it. She is growing up and in a few months will be going to school at the elementary... wih other big kids, and just thinking of that makes my eyes tear up.<br />
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So for now, let's focus on the little girl I want her to continue to be.<br />
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She was awesome in her preschool cowboy program. This was the darndest cutest thing and I couldn't believe how well behaved these children were. So polite and respectful to their sweet teachers. Every song was so sweet, and they said funny little jokes in between... like these.....<br />
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"Hey little partner, how do ya spell horse?"<br />
"H.O.R.S."<br />
"But what's at the end?"<br />
"A Tail!"<br />
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Taryn's part was spelling horse and saying a tail... she was so cute! She even filled in for a girl who was sick and did her knock knock joke....<br />
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"knock knock"<br />
"who's there" (Taryn)<br />
"butch, jimmy, and joe"<br />
"butch, jimmy and joe who? (Taryn)<br />
"butch your arms around me, jimmy a little kiss, and let's joe home."<br />
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She was such a darling little cowgirl, and was so excited to show us around Miss Palmers preschool class. <br />
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And not only does she have one preschool class... nope, she has two amazing preschool classes. She's a bit more biased to Miss Denise. Maybe because she's known her longer. She did start preschool there two years ago, and has loved her evr since. She even cried about missing her when she started school in Reno. </div>
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So to have Miss Denise welcome her back with loving open arms was like a dream come true. </div>
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This past Friday they celebrated her birthay at school. She was in heaven having this special day. We colored her birthday poster and made<em><span style="color: red;"><a href="http://keephomesimple.blogspot.com/2010/08/trix-on-stix.html"> these</a></span></em> yummy treats to take, then picked out her favorite story to have me read to her class. </div>
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A long cardboard tag he colored birthday cakes on one side, and hearts on the other. </div>
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Topher is his name, and he said Taryn is his very best friend in the whole wide world... then he made sure to remind me to take a lot of pictures of him and Taryn together. </div>
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Another sweet boy who she's buddies with gave her a cinderella play camera. Not sure if his mom knew he swiped it, but Taryn was thrilled and felt like the belle of the ball recieving all these gifts.</div>
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All the kids took turns saying what they loved about Taryn, and she wore a special birthday crown which Miss Denise had written all sorts of special things about Taryn on.</div>
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She was glowing.</div>
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Next up, her dance recital. She loooooooves dance. </div>
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Loves her teacher, loves the outfits, loves everything about it. </div>
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She told me the other day that when she grows up and is a mommy she wants to be like Miss Natalie (which she really says Miss Matalie) and be a real ballerina.</div>
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She couldn't handle waiting around all morning for her recital. It didn't start until 11:30, and she kept saying, "Hurry up Mom! We are going to be late!!"</div>
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She got a little stage fright in the beginning, but once she realized what was going on, she followed along and danced her heart out. </div>
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Have I mentioned how much I love our new neighborhood. It is almost too good to be true. <br />
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We have THE BEST neighbors and there are a ton of happy go lucky kids on our street. </div>
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Including a sweet little one named Charlotte, who happens to live right across the street from us.</div>
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She and Taryn are like a match made in heaven. They play almost every single day and could go for hours. Lately they have been playing outdoors with all sorts of polly pockets and barbies that are "swimming at the pool" in a big green bowl full of water. I full on took a nap while they stayed entertained with this make believe world.</div>
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The neighbors to our east are building a treehouse, a full on magical treehouse! And they have the cutest little boy who is in kindergarten and I'm already seeing the future as the flirty love affairs begin between all these girls and his little boy charm. Plus he has a little sister who is a few months older than Tenley, and Charlotte has a little brother who is Tenley's age as well. </div>
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It's perfect in every way... now I just have to make sure no one gets the idea of moving away. Ever.</div>
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I love that we have all these buddies right here nearby. It brings me back to my own childhood days.</div>
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There isn't enough money in the world to buy that kind of friendship and the memories that come along with it. </div>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Charlotte and Taryn giggling over milk mustaches and eating grilled cheese sandwiches.</span></em></div>
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So you see... this little girl of mine is growing up, and in a blink of an eye she'll already be living her dream as a mommy ballerina. </div>
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But for today, you are little, and I like it that way.</div>Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-47763946647576761282012-04-09T00:24:00.003-06:002012-04-09T00:35:46.572-06:00a very special birthdayI took a break.<br />
A break from worrying, a break from thinking anything hospital related, a break from the word cancer, and a break from blogging.<br />
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It's strange to explain the feeling of being "done." That first week was really hard for me. The immediate fear of the dreaded word relapse sets in, epsecially when so many of our other cancer fighting friends have had it happen to them recently. <br />
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So for my sanity and anxiety...<br />
I needed a break.<br />
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Now that a month has passed since we waved goodbye to our room in ICS, I feel like we are finding our normal once again.<br />
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So many things I want to write about. To tell you all...<br />
Moving into our new house<br />
Robbie losing his job, which has been a huge blessing<br />
My ever growing belly and the two babes that fill it<br />
The special second birthday of a very special girl<br />
The love note that came home in Taryn's backpack from the boy she talks about often<br />
The peachy fuzz that is coming in soft and blonde on Tenley's little head.<br />
The trip we had to St. George and the crazy weather that came with it.<br />
Our Easter... the first holiday I was back to being the Mom I love to be, doing it all the way I love to do.<br />
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Let's start with Tenley turning the ripe age of two.<br />
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I had been looking forward to this day for quite some time. After learning Tenley would only need 4 rounds of chemotherapy, I figured out the time frame in my mind that we could be done right around her birthday, March 22nd. Keeping that as an end date in mind made it somewhat easier. Knowing we could celebrate so much once it was here.<br />
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As much as I wanted to make this party over the top, I have come to learn that the best part of celebrating is having those you love surround you. So when panic set in the day of the party because I didn't have everything planned out and ready the way I had envisioned it, I had to remind myself that those things didn't matter. Tenley was here and healthy and happy. That is what we were celebrating.<br />
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We went with the Tangled theme. That was her favorite movie for quite some time... she still loves it and after watching it over and over and over again in the hospital, we all have the show memorized. I have to say the lantern song will always have a special meaning to Tenley and I. At last we are seeing the light and the foggy days have lifted :)<br />
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This new place of ours has me so excited for get togethers. We have a fun covered deck right off of our kitchen and a huge backyard and cement patio for the kids to play with bikes, scooters, chalk, or run around naked if they wanted to. It's all there... fenced in and ready to have memories made! This party was the perfect test for it all. I'm so bummed I didn't take more pictures of everything. I hung paper lanterns all around the deck from sparkly starry tinsel. Robbie and Amy draped colorful crepe paper that ran above our heads. And the food table was ready for feasting with the first BBQing of the season to take place. Balloons were out, music was playing, banners were hung, oh and of course we had every repunzel doll and trinket set out as decor.<br />
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It was perfect, and having this sweet girl of ours home and running around with the other kids was priceless.<br />
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I'm amazed with how much she really has grown over these past few months. <br />
She is still the crack up at our house, always finding ways to make us laugh and keeping us entertained.<br />
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Some of her favorite things right now:<br />
Taryn. She loves her big sister.<br />
Snuggling. She'll cuddle into you and rest her head in the crook of your neck and say, "oooooooh."<br />
Eating. Yup, even through all the ups and downs of chemo, her appetite is here to stay.<br />
Singing. Her favorite song is called shoes. She sings the word shoes over and over again.<br />
Shoes. Maybe this is why she sings about them! Yep, this girl is mine, she looooooves shoes!<br />
Justin Biebers song "Baby." She loves singing baby baby baby in the car.<br />
Playing outside. She is always wanting to go out in the backyard and says, "side!" and wants to do everything independently once she's out there.<br />
Licking her lips. Well, more like just sticking her toungue out from side to side. She does it whenever she is busy, or happy, or just being silly.<br />
Making messes. We have a play room in our new place, and when Tenley is playing in there... you can count on a huge mess being made.<br />
Sleeping in a big girl bed. The girls have a bunk bed and just this week we started having Tenley sleep on the bottom bunk. So far we've only had one night of late night jibber jabbering (all started by Tenley being naughty and getting out of bed while Taryn strictly told her over and over again... No Tenley! GO TO SLEEP!)<br />
Being the center of attention. This is something we will have to work on. Two babies coming home and staying is really going to throw her off guard.<br />
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Her favorite words are...<br />
Scuse You! (excuse you)<br />
Bless you<br />
Ewwwwe!<br />
Shoes<br />
Mama<br />
Dada<br />
Nama (grandma)<br />
Taya (Taryn)<br />
Cece (Lexi)<br />
Meemee (Amy)<br />
Cesa (Lisa)<br />
Whoaaaa<br />
Baby<br />
Side (outside)<br />
NO!<br />
She nods her head and makes her eyes huge for Yes.<br />
and her famous.... What's that?!<br />
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I am so grateful for this girl and all that she has taught me over these past two years. I absolutely love her personality and the way she makes me laugh every day. Seeing that personality rise again makes me sad to think it had been lost and buried for a period of time. I didn't even realize it had so much at the time, but once it came back... It made sense looking back in the weeks cancer was a part of her body. I never want to lose that personality or any part of her to that disease again. <br />
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Enjoy being two my little one. You deserve happy days filled with love and giggles and all that a two year old desires. <br />
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<br /></div>Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-15801379465028675162012-03-11T22:24:00.003-07:002012-03-14T13:08:50.282-07:00We finished the race!!We finally did it! Tenley FINALLY made it to the finish line! I am so proud of her. I am so unbelievably grateful for how smoothly this last round went for us. Our very first night (Valentines day) starting this last round was the worst. Tenley had a high fever, and I was so worried that we would be in for a very hard and long road. Robbie had just left for Reno the day before, and I had forgotten to have him give her a priesthood blessing. Thankfully our good friend, Doug Johnson, came to the rescue with his newly returned missionary son Austin. <br />
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They performed such an amazing blessing to my sweet girl. It filled me with hope and peace. He blessed Tenley with strength to endure this last treatment and that the previous problems she had faced in the past would not affect her. He blessed her to live a long full life, and to grow and thrive. He blessed her with so many wonderful powerful things... I know they are only capable through the Lord's will. <br />
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I know that blessing played a huge part in this last treatment. The doctor had warned me that this would be very hard on Tenley, and she would most likely develop mouth sores, loose her appetite, become nauseous, and go through all the other awful things chemotherapy does to your body. <br />
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This was the one round Tenley never once needed any help with her nutrition. She was such a good eater, and even on the days she wasn't up for much... she still ate enough to keep the docs pleased. The only thing she didn't care for was drinking any fluids, besides her bottle before naps and bed time. It was so funny... she never wanted to take a sip of anything! Which wasn't a huge deal, they just had to run an IV with extra fluid at night and sometimes during the day.... but for the most part she was as free bird in that big room. Running around, pushing her babies in the stroller, and climbing onto the couch to look out the window. <br />
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Man... I am SO glad we are out now! I wonder how many hours in total I really spent in ICS. <br />
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There is no way I could have done all of this on my own. With Robbie not being able to be here full time, I had to have some back up help. Back up is not the right wording... the people who saved me gave up so much of their time and we became our own ICS cancer family. I owe so much to them, and will never be able to thank them appropriately. <br />
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The people I will always be grateful to...<br />
Mary Cox<br />
Lisa Healey<br />
Brett Healey<br />
Amy Cox<br />
Connor Johnson<br />
Margo Wilson<br />
Carrie Ross<br />
Brooke Brady<br />
Sydney Lindsley<br />
Annie Lindsley<br />
Nicole Davis Lindsley<br />
Janice Sansom<br />
Sara Bateman<br />
Sara Christensen<br />
Hannah Christensen<br />
Becky Brown<br />
Sandi Rice<br />
Katie Pierce<br />
Becky Erickson<br />
Laura Miller<br />
Brooke Storheim<br />
Rhonda Fullmer<br />
Candi Merrell<br />
Jill Holt<br />
Marylynn Olsen<br />
Kris Kimball<br />
Jeanette Soffe<br />
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Whether it was 2 hours or 100 hours, each and every one of you took the time to stay with my little Tenley. (and if I forgot anyone... please let me know! I want to remember who helped forever!)<br />
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There are so many others that helped with Taryn, sent us meals, took care of Robbie, watched our dog, sent us money, took care of our payments, and kept us in their prayers daily. <br />
I wish I could personally thank each and every one of you.<br />
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Now onto the celebration of our very last day! I didn't even know it was going to happen this quick! Sara Christensen was at the hospital Wednesday morning taking over after Robbie spent the night. He came home and said, "the nurse (Emily) said she thinks today would be a great day to send Tenley home!" Her ANC was at 200, and her other counts were rising. Sure enough the doctors took her advice and I got a call from Sara saying... they said she can be discharged!<br />
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I was so happy I couldn't stop smiling and crying all at the same time. The day had finally come... we were DONE! Robbie and I celebrated right then and there by eating some delicious cheesecake we got the day before at Cheesecake Factory. After getting my mom's house spick and span, then getting myself ready, and getting a cookie bouquet for the nurses and doctors, we made our way up to Primary's.<br />
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On that drive I made a mental note to look outside at the mountains. They looked fresh and ready for spring, the sun was shining brightly and the sky was a bright blue.<br />
I remember distinctly the day we were told to go straight back to Primary's to be admitted for what could possibly be leukemia. Fall was all around us. The mountains were covered in autumn colors. As tears rushed down my cheeks, I had a very strong feeling that this drive would become a very routine everyday drive. <br />
Now we were finally ending that routine. It was such a relief. <br />
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I had sent texts out to our ICS family that Tenley was ready to come home and we would be having her ring the bell at 3pm. I am so glad so many of them made it there to see. I think the nurses and techs were shocked to see such a crowd... but they knew we had all been in this together. (and I think they want to hire my mom to start a scheduling program up there)<br />
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ringing that bell!!!</div>
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<br />Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-48711999480338180302012-02-24T11:32:00.000-07:002012-02-24T11:53:41.160-07:00day by day playSo far this week proved to be a good one! Tenley has been doing great. She is playing, eating a ton, and running all around just living life best she knows how in her hospital room. I am always in awe with how happy she can be stuck there. <br />
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She loved this one. Her name was Mary and she was so sweet.</div>
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She also has been telling me all about the man with the white fluffy hair. That he cut down a cherry tree and couldn't tell a lie. <br />
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You should hear her recite the pledge of allegiance. Cutest thing ever.<br />
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Tenley's counts still haven't dropped all the way down. They have to hit zero and then make their way back up slowly before we get to say peace out f.o.r.e.v.e.r! I was so shocked to learn her ANC was at 7700 when we started this round! That is like a totally normal happy ANC! I will take that and run with it any day! <br />
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Last night was one of those nights when I had to repeat over and over... we can do this, we are almost out of here, I can handle this for a couple more weeks. <br />
The nurse has to check Tenley's vitals every 4 hours. Even during the night. Tenley is usually pretty good about sleeping through them, but at 4 am it seems like she thinks it's a wake up call. <br />
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This morning was no different. <br />
I tried to ignore her and pretend to be asleep hoping she would lay back down, but finally around 5:30 I got her out of the crib and we rocked for awhile. She kept pointing to the TV and I'd say softly, "no." Which then led to a major cry fest. At 7 am she was snoring and after I tried transitioning her to the crib with no luck, we turned on the TV.<br />
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By the time 9:00 came and a wonderful friend of ours (Sandi Rice) came to take over... I was feeling so frustrated by this whiny child of mine. She was so overly tired and crying about anything and everything. That's what ya get when you wake up at 4! Thankfully she didn't cry for long after I left, and Sandi was happy to rock and love her. <br />
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Then there is my 4 year old. She had a rough night of her own. Let's just say there was a major tantrum going on in the middle of the night. It involved kicking and scratching my poor sister Amy. <br />
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So, again I will repeat... We can do this! We are almost done! We can handle it for a few more weeks!<br />
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Then it will be on to a getaway <a href="http://www.utah.com/stgeorge/"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">here.</span></b></i></a><br />
and <a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/parks/"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">here.</span></b></i></a> <br />
Yes<a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneys-california-adventure/world-of-color/"> <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">HERE!</span></b></i></a> <br />
I can't wait to go <b><i><a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/characters/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;">HERE!</span></a></i></b><br />
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Watching the videos makes me cry just knowing we will have made it through! I think I'll cry with every magical moment.<br />
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Then it will be Spring and Summer and Babies! Oh my!!! <br />
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Inspired to describe what I know as true love.<br />
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I met Robbie one week after my 18th birthday. It wasn't long until I found my thoughts swirling and whirling as I could only think of him. We spent every day together. We talked on the phone constantly, we sang cheesy love songs to one another, and every night as we said our goodbyes... it took over an hour to really leave each others side.<br />
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I knew I wanted to spend my forever with him, no questions asked.<br />
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Love is not easy. It is always a work in progress.... but when it is real, it is always worth working for. <br />
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I was married young. Very very young, and I would not ever change that. Sometimes I wonder what experiences I may have had, had I not been married right away. Then I realize how blessed I am to have such a real relationship that has grown and aged over the years. I could not have made it through a lot of things without Robbie there beside me. He has a way with putting things into perspective. He has learned how to listen to me, letting me say all that I need to.<br />
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Cancer brings on more stress than you can ever imagine. Try dealing with that stress with your spouse 500 miles away. It was beginning to tear us down. I wanted things, and he wanted things. We were not on the same page. It was creating this horrible barrier and everyone around us felt it.<br />
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Thankfully we have grown... a lot... and those listening skills needed to be used in full force. We spent a day collaborating, communicating, and compromising. Everything was put out on the table, and ever since then, we have a new understanding for one another. I have grown to love this man more than I thought I could. <br />
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Even tough our life isn't glitzy or glamorous, or even what we had hoped for and imagined... we have each other forever. I have learned that <i>that</i> is what is most important. We are a team. I know he loves our children more than himself. I worried about telling him the news of me being pregnant. Oh how I was wrong with what I had imagined his reaction to be. All I could think of was how much more stress this would put on our lives, and he... he couldn't stop smiling. <br />
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No matter the obstacles we face -and believe me, there have been many- I am confident we will see them through. Continuing to grow together as one. Know one knows me better. I hope he knows how much I truly love him...<br />
for always and forever.<br />
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<br />Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-35635751442626210302012-02-15T18:49:00.001-07:002012-02-15T22:53:19.680-07:00The Beginning of the END!So here we are beginning our very last round of chemotherapy! It hasn't really hit me yet that we are so close to being done. I don't really know how I'll feel once that day is actually here. Of course it will be a huge sense of relief... but I also am so used to doing this now, that I am somewhat scared to be done and expect life to go back to normal.<br />
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Not sure what normal is anymore! But I am ready to have it back!<br />
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So far we've already dealt with the fever thing. Remember <i><b><a href="http://www.robandshawnawilson.blogspot.com/2012/01/days-are-long-but-years-are-short.html" target="_blank">this</a></b></i>? Well I sure hope we are not repeating our last round. That was not fun. Last night was a long night due to the fever, and of course I was a nervous wreck as usual until it finally subsided as the sun began to rise. Thankfully Tenley did pretty well throughout today. Just a lot of catching up on sleep and taking it easy. <br />
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Our room this round is huge!! Compared to what we've had, it seems like a suite or something. We have a full on couch that turns into a bed. Not a fancy bed whatsoever, but it's 90% better than the lame pull out annoying chairs we've been sleeping on the last few months. Oh, and the bathroom is ginormous! It makes this a bit more do-able. I think I can I think I can I think I can!<br />
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I can't skip over Valentines. Mine came to town this weekend and it was so so so very nice to have our little family all under the same roof. We did more this past weekend with taking Tenley out than she has since October. More on that to come later... but my valentine sure spoiled me, and I loved every second of it! (besides all the barfiness in between) Yep, it's been an ongoing daily battle, but what can ya do? <br />
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Unfortunately he had to go back to work in Reno Monday, and we all said our sad goodbyes. Bills still have to be paid even when your child has cancer. Lame, right?!<br />
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Tuesday came around and we were busy getting Tenley to the hospital for her bone marrow aspirate and lumbar puncture... afterwards we got all settled in our new fancy room in ICS to start chemo. My mom stayed so I could head home and be with Taryn. I was surprised yet again with some lovely flowers, chocolates, and a sweet love note from you know who.<br />
swoooooon!<br />
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I miss him like crazy already.<br />
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My other little valentines were pretty darn cute. Taryn had two party's (she is in two different preschool classes) and she was overly spent from writing her name on 36 valentines. -I may or may not have ended up doing most of them- Then we delivered more to the neighbor kids the old fashioned way. She loved every second of it. I love making holidays special for my kids. Even with our chaotic life, those kind of moments add up and I hope they are the ones Taryn will remember most.<br />
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So the adventure continues... I am hoping one day soon my nauseousness will disappear, but more importantly that this last and FINAL round will be super quick and hassle free!! <br />
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<br />Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-41869921844525961382012-02-09T21:16:00.000-07:002012-02-09T22:12:27.894-07:00It's a winding roadTrials never go away.<br />
They change as we age and enter new season's of life... but they never stop challenging us.<br />
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Today I sit and wonder why. <br />
I wonder why Tenley got leukemia. Is it something she would have been given no matter what? Just one of the cards she picked in heaven? <br />
I wonder why a strong little 6 year old girl would find the finish line of cancer, only to learn that not even one week later she'd be starting a brand new race through it?<br />
I wonder why my sister who has a wonderful husband, a beautiful house, a room just waiting to be her babies.... why oh why can't her baby just be?<br />
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Life does not make sense sometimes. <br />
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I do know this....<br />
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<i><b>"Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not to thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him and he shall direct thy paths."</b></i> - Proverbs 3:5&6<br />
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A couple of months ago I went to a missionary homecoming. He read this scripture and it clicked with me in a way I had never thought through before. <br />
We cannot try to understand. We cannot make sense of why things are the way they are. As long as we acknowledge our father in heaven, our hearts will be softened and the confusion this earthly life brings will melt into faith that He knows our path.<br />
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I was utterly shocked to find out I was pregnant. You can only imagine the greater shock that came with learning it was twins. Immediately I went into anxiety mode. Worrying about how in the world we will function with two babies. Two car seats. Two newborn mouths to feed. Two sets of diapers. Two wee ones to constantly worry about. When will I ever sleep through the night again? How will I ever find the time to give everyone the attention they need? What in the world will we do to pay for all of this?<br />
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Again.<br />
Only Heavenly Father knows our path and as long as we follow His word, the rest will fall into place.<br />
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If things in your life right now seem simple, kind of routine, and almost boring...<br />
count your lucky stars and be grateful for those boring breaths. <br />
I had them once not too long ago.<br />
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So as trials come and go, and we get to take a breath of fresh air every now and again.... never ever forget to give thanks to the one directing all of our paths.Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-85639962088545518642012-02-01T16:17:00.000-07:002012-02-01T16:17:34.112-07:00missing life beforeToday I really miss this....<br />
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Yes, it is true I mourn this little girl.</div>
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I know my Tenley will get her hair back, but some days it really hits me what we are going through. Whether I see a 2 year old blonde little girl at the store, or think of what a normal day at home with two healthy kids would feel like again... I realize just how <i>not</i> normal this all is. </div>
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After spending hours with Tenley at the hospital, I'll go home and listen to Taryn fill me in on her day, watching her eyes and thinking to myself, "wow she has sooo many eyelashes and such thick eyebrows!" </div>
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I will never forget seeing the first cancer patient out in the hall in ICS. I couldn't imagine my own child becoming that... and now I've become so used to it.</div>
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Tenley is home, and I am ever so grateful for our break from the hospital. It always takes a few days to re-adjust. The doctors never give us a heads up about going home. It's just a... "hey, you want to go home today?... cause we will let ya!" So there is never much time to prepare physically or mentally. I'm now in charge of calling the shots. I am in charge of giving her meds, making sure they are on time. I'm in charge of watching her temperature. I'm in charge of keeping her fragile body safe. </div>
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So... for the next mom who is hit with this heartache. Know that you are not alone when you cry over the old life you once had. You are not alone in mourning the carefree child you had before cancer hit. You too can make it through this difficult time, and it is ok to not always be strong. </div>
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Because one day you will have more strength than you ever could have imagined. You too will push forward and be a strength to the next mom who is looking for comfort.</div>
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TWO be continued.....</div>
<br />Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-74018485372750335082012-01-23T22:19:00.002-07:002012-01-23T23:10:39.539-07:00This too shall passThis past Saturday night... Everything was going pretty well. We decided to give the NG tube another shot. After some Zofran and Adavan, the nurses got it in place and Tenley didn't even throw up. I was feeling confident this time would be better.<br />
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After an evening of snacking on sour patch kids and watching Princess and the Frog, I got her bottle and was ready to put her to bed. She drank most of it and didn't get an upset stomach. So far so good! The nurse was great and had explained how they would do things differently from the night before to avoid our previous problems. - They were going to start the feed at an even slower rate and not boost it up more than once throughout the night.<br />
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One little glich... as the nurse tried to pull back some sort of stomach fluid from the tube, just air came back. After pushing some air back in, she was pretty sure it was in the right spot because of a bubble noise that came right after from Tenley's stomach.<br />
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I woke up to Tenley gagging and the nurse wrestling with her. I jumped up and yelled, "What is going on!!" I couldn't even hear what the nurse was trying to say because Tenley was such a wreck. The tube was out, there was throw up everywhere, and I finally lost it.<br />
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I started crying and yelling saying I was so done with all of this!! No more torturing my child! I have had ENOUGH! They were trying to get the tube in once more, and the throwing up continued, so much so Tenley couldn't even catch her breath. It was beyond awful. I was bawling and yelled, why are you ruining everything! I just fed her a bottle before she fell asleep, an 8 ounce bottle of milk! You people keep sticking S#%* down her throat and making this impossible!!!!!!!!<br />
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I have never freaked out at a nurse through this whole ordeal. Not once. I hardly even cry in front of them. <br />
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They told me I had every right to have them stop and not insert the tube. I grabbed Tenley and she could not calm down. She was so tired and upset and was hitting and scratching me and screaming her lungs out. I cried right along with her. The nurses cleaned up the mess, and I somehow got Tenley's pajamas off, held her in a blanket, and after another dose of Adavan, she calmed down and fell fast asleep. <br />
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I couldn't stop crying. The nurse came back in and sat down by me in the dark. She took off her mask and told me how sorry she was... that this was all her fault and it should not have happened. She said she had tried to pull back fluid to be sure the tube was in the right place before starting the feed, and still nothing came up. This made her unsure to start the feed, and decided to try and move the tube a bit. Well once she tried that it made Tenley gag and wake up. No wonder she was so upset. What a horrible way to be woken up!<br />
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We talked for a long time, and she listened to me cry and tell her all my worries and frustrations. She sat there patiently listening, agreeing, understanding... and it felt so nice to let it all out.<br />
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The rest of that night went smoothly. The nurse hardly came in, and never bothered Tenley or woke her again. Tenley stayed asleep until 10 the next morning, with only her diaper and a blanket on. <br />
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I woke up and knew that I had to stand my ground and not let that tube go down Tenley's throat ever again. At least not now, not this round. <br />
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I went out and bought every snack food she has ever liked. I was determined to get her to eat on her own. After a little break, I went back and she was in a much better mood. Hoping she had forgotten the night before, I started to offer her the different snacks. We didn't have much luck. After a couple of hours passed, she was acting pretty tired, and I could tell her head was getting warm. Sure enough a fever was coming.<br />
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Stay strong I thought, this is to be expected. Fevers are almost a given at this stage. After some tylenol and starting antibiotics, it was starting to go down. My sister in law came to stay the night so I could have a break. I needed it badly. I headed out and the nurse made sure she had my number in case she needed to get a hold of me. <br />
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At 1:00 am my phone rang. It said Primary Children's. My heart seemed to stop as I answered. The nurse said right away that Tenley was fine. She just wanted to tell me her fever had spiked and was at 104.5. She went on to tell me her vitals were all good and steady, and her heart rate was a little high, but there wasn't anything I needed to worry about. She was watching her carefully and started her on another antibitic (that's three now)<br />
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How the heck was I suppose to sleep now? I called Robbie in tears. I asked him to pray over the phone. I was spent, and my heart felt heavy. Then I called my sister and she told me I had to get some rest, and to trust the nurses and know that they were doing everything they could and if I needed to go there, they would let me know. <br />
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I prayed my heart out... prayed I could rest and know that angels were with my little girl. Comforting and protecting her. My mind was at battle with my heart. I let my heart win and finally drifted off to sleep.<br />
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I only woke up a couple of times, and at 7am, the nurse called to tell me the fever was still lingering, but not quite as high. She reassured me that all was well, and her vitals were all still solid. She told me the plan for the day. Tenley's platelets had dropped down to 10. Yes, that's it... a normal platelet count would be somewhere around 150-400. Also, her potassium was running low.<br />
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I got to the hospital around 9, and Tenley definitely had some tired eyes. As I picked her up, I could tell she was still pretty warm. They gave her a fluid bolus that adds a lot of electrolytes, fluids, and helps her vascular system.<br />
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We had a very easy going afternoon. A lot of snuggling, and cat naps. The fever never going under 100. <br />
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She's also had a lot of diarrea. Not your normal poop... it is insanely stinky. Everytime she'd rest her little eyes, it would seem like I'd have to change her diaper right after. Finally around 2:30 she fell asleep and had a nice long nap. She needed it. This evening she was starting to get her personality back. Her temp is slowly going down, and she is taking a few little bites of crackers.<br />
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Dr. Wright came by earlier in the day and said, "let's go ahead and start her on TPN." She was very easy going about the idea, and understood that the tube was not an option at this point. I am so thankful for doctors who listen to me, and that keep a positive attitude. I feel a lot of comfort knowing they are pleased with how well Tenley has done. <br />
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ANC 100 (normal 1500-8500)</div>
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The one I'm in now is no exception. It is by far the hardest race I've ever been in. <br />
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Right now I feel like I'm not quite close to the end, but have made it past the half way mark. <br />
Still at a point where quitting is possible, but haven't yet received the exhilaration of knowing the end is in sight.<br />
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Each race I've ran in, I have never quit. Never given up. No matter how badly my knees are aching... trembling... and at some points, not even bending. I managed to see it through to the end.<br />
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My knees are aching now, and if I stop I know they will become even more painful and it will be impossible to start running again. <br />
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Yesterday was a long hard day. <br />
I woke up with Tenley and we got our day going by ordering some breakfast and turning on Disney Junior. Our nurse came in, one we've never had... but I could tell she was going to be great. I could tell just by Tenley's coloring that she would probably be getting some blood. Her hematocrit had been getting pretty low, and when that's really low, red blood cells are in need. We also had to change her dressing over her central line. It was coming up on the bottom, so it needed to be replaced asap.<br />
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Tenley was doing really well and hardly cried when we started taking off the old dressing, but then she decided she was getting sick of it and started to scream and yell. That turned into her coughing... then gagging... then throwing up. All while her chest was exposed. Thankfully I had her head tilted away and we rang in another nurse to help us. We got the job done, but this was just the beginning...<br />
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After the food came, Tenley was back to feeling happy and we began eating. I ordered one of my kids favorites, "sparkly toast." We named cinnamon sugar toast this when Taryn was little. Tenley ate two whole slices of the stuff! Yes, I was so happy. She has been on a calorie count for the past few days. Knowing her counts were heading down, and her appetite would be as well, the nutritionist asked us to write down every little bite she takes. So this was big success.<br />
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That cute nurse came back in with the stuff that makes my anxiety rise.<br />
Oral meds.<br />
Tenley HATES taking them and fights with all her might to spit them right out.<br />
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After I squeezed her cheeks, and the nurse put the syringe full of medicine in... Tenley started coughing, then gagging, and it all came right back out, with the sparkly toast.<br />
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Our morning was shortly turning into a very barfy one. <br />
The nurse practitioner and the nutritionist came in and we talked about Tenley's appetite. After tracking her calories, she was only getting 1/4th of what she needed. So, they brought up the option of an NG tube. (feeding tube) - Now, I know my Tenley, and she has a lot of fight in her. This idea of a tube being there on her face wasn't something I thought would go well with her.<br />
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We tried one day last round to do the NG tube just to get her oral meds in, and it was very traumatic. I can usually deal with the screaming fits and holding her down, but that was one time I had to turn away and just cry. It was awful.<br />
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So of course this idea was not one that I liked. The type of nutrition they have supplemented her with before is called TPN. It runs through her central line into her blood stream, which is harder on her system and can cause liver problems. The doctors and nurses all prefer the NG tubes because it's a more natural form of receiving nutrition, straight into her tummy, and has less risks for infection. <br />
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So why the need to change??<br />
Well, the last two rounds of chemo Tenley has had mouth sores that go all the way down her throat and stomach. Shoving a tube down there would have been 100 times worse. So far this round there have been no signs of mouth sores, just a weak appetite. So the benefits of the NG tube seemed to outweigh the TPN.<br />
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All of this talk was too much for me to handle. The nutritionist said they could wait until later to place the tube. My mom came up and brought Taryn. Hearing Taryn's voice made Tenley perk right up. Even with the low energy of needing blood, and her yucky morning, she gave Taryn a huge smile. They snuggled right up together and it was a priceless moment. Tenley's blood was ready and they hooked it all up. Immediately I could see her coloring come back and her energy rise. <br />
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After eating some lunch, and the girls getting some ice cream cones, I told Taryn it was time for us to head out and that grandma would stay with Tenley. Well apparently Taryn had a different plan in mind... She ended up screaming the entire way out of the hospital. The kind of screaming that brings everyone to a halt. <br />
I couldn't believe her freak out. As soon as we got outside, I grabbed her cone and threw it telling her naughty girls that throw fits like that do not get ice cream! After dragging her flailing screaming body to the car, I started bawling and told her she couldn't act that way. We both cried together and after a few minutes, we got over ourselves and she said she was so sorry and would be nice and really really wanted her ice cream.<br />
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So, after feeling like the the worst mom ever, I went back inside and got her a new one.<br />
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I called Kim and told her this day was getting more and more insane. She told me to come right over and at least let her have Taryn for awhile so I could go home and rest/shower.<br />
After complaining all about my crazy life, and letting the kids get settled watching a movie, we decided to touch up my super dark rooted hair. It was just what I needed. Who needs a shower when they can get their hair beautified instead?<br />
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I was feeling so much better. The kids were having so much fun playing together. We snacked and gabbed while my foils were cooking on my head, then ate delicious brownies, and gabbed some more. For a bit, life felt normal again. <br />
As Taryn and I left, I felt rejuvenated and ready for what the night might bring. We drove back up to the hospital to switch off with my mom. As we made our way down the hall I could hear Tenley screaming. They were putting in the tube. I rushed Taryn over to play in the toy area, and ran to the room to be there for my baby. They were just finishing up getting the tube in place and thankfully it all went pretty well. They had given her Adavan, which is similar to Benadryl in making her drowsy and forgetful, but that did not stop her from gagging over and over again until she finally threw up. Imagine this tube running down the back of your throat. Just thinking about it makes me feel gaggy. The gagging came and went for the next hour, which the nurse said was to be expected.<br />
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Taryn was so concerned for her sister. We explained what the tube was for, and how it would help Tenley grow and get her medicine. After my Mom and Taryn left, (this time without all the drama) we got settled and watched some shows, read books, and played. Tenley seemed content, and was playing her little laundry game, helping me fold and unfold her blankets. Finally after 8:00, it was time to start her nutrition, and see how well she handles it. <br />
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Because this tube is going into her stomach, which is not a sterile area, it is pretty easy to hook it all up. No alcohol wipes... no gloves... just hook the two tubes together and it's set. They set the rate very very slow to start. If it goes too quickly, the gagging and throwing up issue starts again. Throughout the night they planned to up it in small increments.<br />
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At 10:00 we were all ready for bed. I started rocking Tenley and she kept pointing to her bottle. I had the nurse get her some milk and after she drank half of it, she pointed to the crib. I started to lay her down, and just then she threw up. A ton. Everywhere.<br />
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It was a huge mess, and the tube they had put in just hours before had come right out. She was so overly tired, and all of this was just too much for her to deal with. <br />
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After she threw a major fit, and did NOT want me to change her clothes, her bedding, or her pillow, I finally gave in and she slept in most of that mess. I am not even kidding. She was asleep, and I was exhausted from the day. I realized I never even had anything to eat for dinner. After talking and crying to Robbie, I called Kim yet again, and she was out with our friend Tiffany. They came up from Fort Union and brought me a burger and fries from In 'n Out.<br />
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Again, a lifesaving moment. More tears came as they arrived, and laughter followed soon after. I made my way back to the stinky barf room, and couldn't have fallen asleep any faster. <br />
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Today we woke up to a new day. The rest of the night went well, thankfully, and I felt like the worst was over. After an easy going morning, the throwing up started again. <br />
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Not again I thought.... what is the point of this tube that is suppose to give her the nutrition she needs, if she is just going to throw up constantly!? I have been on the fence all day with how to handle this situation. On one hand, I just want to say, "No more! We are done with this tube, and it is just not working!" But on the other hand, I want to do everything possible to keep her from becoming weak and make sure she receives the nutrition she needs. <br />
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Who knew these would be the worries I would have. I want the worries of wondering what to make for dinner tonight, and which laundry detergent is best. Those are suppose to be the normal mom day to day worries. <br />
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But for now, I have to keep up the pace and lengthen my stride. We will get to that finish line soon, Tenley by my side.... and when that finish line comes into view, nothing will hold us back from sprinting across it. <br />
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Enjoy!!!</div>Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-48042552301789659802012-01-15T14:46:00.003-07:002012-01-15T14:48:17.659-07:00Consider the sweet tender children<div style="text-align: center;">
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Well, we had an awesome two weeks at home. It was so great and easy going... nothing to hook up to her central line, just a couple of oral meds a day. Yep, that I can handle.<br />
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We did have one little blip... that central line of hers started to act up yet again. This time our home health nurse (oh, we found one that we love!) caught it before it actually had a break, he saw that it was weak in one spot... so we made the trip to Primary's and got it all taken care of by the I.V. team. I am learning through trial and error what works best for us...<br />
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I was so worried Tenley was going to get a fever at home. Taryn caught a bug and had a yucky runny nose with a cough and a fever the second day after Tenley was home... so I thought for sure we'd be heading right back to Primary's once Tenley caught the bug.<br />
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She did catch it, but never once had a fever. It was a miracle. Really it was! Her nose was a mess, and the cough was full of phlegm, but the fevers never hit her like they did Taryn.<br />
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Yesterday we were admitted to start round 3. The day started off with a visit to the clinic and then to the RTU for her bone marrow aspirate and lumbar puncture. These procedures are done after every round once her counts have reached a certain number to check and make sure she is still in remission.<br />
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Everything went nice and smoothly, she came out of anesthesia just fine, and we made our way up to our room in ICS, which happens to be the same one we had last round.<br />
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My mom and Lisa helped bring everything in and put things away. Then Tenley decided she was tired and I rocked her to sleep. She would not let me lay her down in the crib. "So we are back to this little game?" is what I thought, but I figured she knew where we were and wasn't going to let me set her down anywhere... not quite yet.<br />
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After a short nap (for both of us) I woke up realizing I had been drooling on her head... oops! Then I put a movie on for her while I kept working on hanging things up in her room. After awhile I realized she was being pretty quiet and looked pretty tired and worn out. I decided the room could wait, and I needed to keep holding my baby. When I picked her up she was burning hot. I called the nurse in and sure enough she had a fever.<br />
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To consider a temp a fever there, it has to be at least 100.4. They check everything in celcius. So 100.4 would be 38.<br />
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She was 38.7<br />
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After waiting for blood cultures to be drawn (which they do everytime they get a fever to check for any infection that could be growing) and Tylenol to be ordered, I felt like she was getting even hotter.<br />
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Sure enough, I was right. The nurse checked her temp again and it was 40.2<br />
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For us farenheit people that is 105.4<br />
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I was in a total panic! How do we get it down!!! We had already given Tenley the tylenol about ten minutes before, so we got out ice packs and cold cloths to put on her head and body.<br />
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She felt like a fire in my arms, and I really was a mess stressing over all her little body has gone through and is about to go through. Thankfully the nurse that was taking care of us is one of my favorites and I trust her completely. She has worked there for over ten years and she is the real deal. She kept telling me that all of Tenley's vitals were good. Her blood pressure, oxygen, and everything else was looking good, so panicking wasn't neccessary.<br />
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After 20 minutes or so we checked her temp again, and it was down to 39.1<br />
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I felt like I could breathe again.<br />
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It jumped up a little and then would go back down, and until she fell asleep around 11 that was how our evening went. Me holding her with ice packs and damp cloths, praying that this would subside, and not cause us any more problems throughout the night.<br />
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My Aunt and Uncle came along with their daughter and her husband. My Uncle gave Tenley as well as myself blessings. I prayed that I would have faith in his words and let the power of the preisthood take over and work it's miracles. <br />
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Finally at midnight, after we had both fallen asleep in our own beds, her temp was back to normal. <br />
I am so thankful we were there... already admitted to the hospital. If a fever ever does occur at home, and if it lasts at least an hour, we have to bring Tenley in immediately. So to have already been there was such a blessing.<br />
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And to have an around the clock nurse that was so on guard and prepared to come in and check on Tenley every two hours, making sure she was doing well, checking her temp regularly, but also letting her get some good sleep. It was a huge relief to me. I felt like I could actually fall asleep.<br />
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and sleep we did....<br />
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So that was day 1 of round 3.<br />
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Round three actually begins tomorrow with the first dose of chemo. It will last 5 days and Tenley will be receiving a much higher dose of a drug called ARA-C. The last two rounds she has been given this same drug, but it has been increased to more than 4x it's strength for this round.<br />
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Today was less stressful, and Tenley kept a normal temp... but I could tell the area where they did her BMA/LP from yesterday was painful to her. She did not want to walk, and if she did, she was hunched over and only took a few steps. Seeing her walk in pain brought back a flood of feelings from her being diagnosed. Anxiety rushed over me as those early days and thoughts came back. Such an awful feeling....<br />
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I am so glad we are halfway done. I never want to relive those first few days of fear, worry, and heartache that came with it.<br />
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We have made it this far, and will continue to fight... this I know. Once again, Tenley is my hero and I will forever be cheering her on. These days may feel long and seem to never end, but the years of young children pass too quickly and I will not let myself take them for granted.<br />
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She is here, and that is all that matters today.... <br />
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Today just reaffirmed my love for this place. <br />
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Normally Taryn and I meet up with Kim and her kids. <br />
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Today it was just me and Tar. We walked inside and immediately she started whining saying she wanted to hangabur (hamburger). This was after the crying plea she gave about wanting to go to chick-fil-a!<br />
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I tried explaining to her that they only have chicken nuggets for the kids and that's why it has the name CHICK in it. Finally she decided she'd have the chicken strips. We all love their special dipping sauce (and when I say "all" I mean me, Taryn, my mom, Lisa, Kim, and anyone else that has ever tired it) So that's what I asked for....<br />
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Once we sat down, and had our food brought out to us, Taryn yet again started to whine saying she couldn't start eating yet. After repeatedly asking her why she finally told me, "Because Kim isn't here yet with Ava and Gage and Vivi!" <br />
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I told her they weren't coming and we hadn't called them to ask if they could come. So I pretended to call on my phone and see if they could meet us and then told Taryn they were taking naps. <br />
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More crying came and I tried to just let her calm down on her own, then after a minute I asked if she still wanted to try her chicken strips... well, I had to break them up into nugget sizes for her to give them a chance. She still was bummed about her friends not coming, so I told her we could go pick a new dipping sauce if she wanted, and if she turned her frown upside down she could trade her toy in for an ice cream cone.<br />
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Thankfully the drama ended and we had fun eating our yummy chicken and giggling about funny shadows we were making. <br />
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All the while, I noticed a 40 something year old guy kind of glancing our way and smiling when we went to make the sauce change... Not in a creepy way, just a... ya I've been there kind of way.<br />
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A few minutes later he came over to our table and nervously said, I have to tell you something... I was really impressed with how well you handled your daughter when she was upset. There are so many parents that just yell back and get extremely frustrated with their kids and it's uncomfortable to watch. It was so nice to see you take your time and be understanding. I can tell you are a very loving and good Mom. <br />
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Wow... made my day! <br />
Actually I think that comment will forever make me grateful to be a Mom. I am FAR from being perfect, and I know this whole parenting thing does not come with any kind of handbook, but to have a moment like that, it's reassuring to hear that I'm doing an ok job.<br />
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Now if you are not a chick-fil-a lover... let me give you some other reasons why you should become one.<br />
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1. The customer service is top notch. Seriously, they train those employees to really help the customer first and always. Before Tenley was diagnosed and we were eating there after an afternoon at Gardner Village... I had my hands full trying to carry Tenley and our tray and making sure Taryn wasn't running out of sight. One of the employees grabbed my tray, asked what other items I needed, got us to a table and even got the highchair!<br />
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2. Oh, one of my favorite things... they place these plastic sticky placemats on the table for your kids to set their food on. Genius!! No ghetto McDonald's napkin to set fries on here!<br />
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3. They always bring your food out to your table if it wasn't ready right when you ordered it... and then without fail they always ask if there is anything else they can get for you or help you with.<br />
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4. The peppermint shake. 'nough said.<br />
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5. The play area for the kids is perfect in every way. You know they were thinking straight when they kept it a "kids only" type thing. No tables or chairs to make the parents sit in torture to eat a meal or sip a diet coke while sniffing stinky socks and skid marks. Nah-Uh! <br />
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7. Today I noticed it was actually peaceful there. The music playing throughout was just piano music. Soft and mellow. - wow does that make me old? Whatever, I'm all about peacefulness right now. <br />
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8. Oh, and the food there is sooooo good. Like really, I crave those chicken strips. The fries are different, and I like that. For some reason the waffle shape makes them seem less greasy and more healthy? Yes, they have healthy fries. <br />
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9. Another great find today.... they have someone come in and do a craft for the kids every other Thursday from 2-3! Really? No, Really!!! I'm Serious!!! This lady came up to me and said, when your daughter is done with her meal, she can come make a mini marshmallow snowman if she'd like. <br />
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It was hard for me to decide on what to do for the special day. I didn't want to weaken the excitement for Taryn.... she is very much aware of Santa and his elves. I also didn't want to miss seeing her face Christmas morning as she walked into the same living room I did for so many years...<br />
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A few days before Christmas we received packages from people we had never met, they work for a company that does a sub for santa to a specific family every year. We were the chosen ones. The gal that shared our story came by the house a few weeks prior to give us some gift cards and make us aware of how much our story had impacted her fellow employees. I feel so thankful to them and the heartfelt gifts that were sent our way.<br />
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Each one I feel an enormous amount of gratitude towards. </div>
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The only way I can think of thanking them is by paying it forward. I want to change someones Christmas season for the better. I want to make them feel Merry and Bright. I want to know their children as well as themselves will be surprised on Christmas morning as they open exciting gifts with smiles that cannot be rubbed off their faces. </div>
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That joy reminds me of the true meaning of Christmas. Even though the fun of St. Nick will always be a tradition, Christ is here all year round. That joy and gratitude is something we can all keep in our hearts if we keep Him the center of our lives. </div>
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What an eventful year it was! Not the kind of events I ever want to repeat!<br />
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2012 will bring all the pieces of my family back together<br />
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2012 will bring cancer free goodness<br />
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2012 will bring a new kind of love and respect for my husband<br />
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2012 will bring a forever grateful heart for my children<br />
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2012 will bring humbleness for a kind, gentle, always loving Heavenly Father<br />
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2012 will continue to bring renewed faith in miracles<br />
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Every nurse and tech has told me nothing compares to Christmas time there. So far we have not been disappointed. Gifts come in all shapes and sizes every single day, carolers sing in the halls, fun trees are in every corner from the festival, ice sculptures, Santa has been a few times, the Jazz players and dancers came yesterday....</div>
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Sure enough he was down the hall in someones room, and the nurses were starting to crowd around waiting for him to come out. I instantly got super excited and nervous all at once. I truly love this guy. Ever since American Idol, I have always loved him. My mom and I even got last minute tickets to his concert a couple of years ago. </div>
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Taryn was such a good sport following my trail in Nordstrom, H&M, and a few other places... then she finally groaned "moooooooooom I thought we were going to BUILD A BEAR!"<br />
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So to build a bear we went and she picked out two cute hello kitty's - one for her and one for Tenley. <br />
My heart melted as she made her wish for the bears heart... "I wish my sister (thisther) Tenley will get all better."<br />
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After all that shopping and bear building we got some corn dogs. While we were eating we talked about how much walking we did in the mall, then Taryn said, "hey, I know a good idea! I think we should get pedicures now!"<br />
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So that's just what we did... But before that we made a pit stop at fresh market to grab a few groceries. While we were there, we got a picture with a big polar bear standing in front of a huge truck filled with what we guessed were Santa's presents.<br />
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Pedicures were great... Taryn chatted with the workers and told them all about her thisther in the hostible. They remembered us from getting pedicures there over a year ago... and they recognized me as Mary's daughter. They even knew I wasn't Lisa or Amy! Now that is impressive! <br />
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They also gave us the royal treatment and glitzed up Taryn's toes. She loved it!!<br />
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After finally getting home, we started dinner and then decided to make the gingerbread house my mom bought before Thanksgiving. After I finished the roof, I told Taryn she was in charge of doing everything else. I kept adding stuff and putting things on my way until she said... "what the heck mom, I thought you said I was doing it!"<br />
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This was the Best. Day. Ever. (Taryn's words)<br />
and I couldn't agree more.<br />
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And thanks to a very gracious thoughtful anonymous friend, the build and bears and pedicures were free.<br />
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Thanks for the fun day cute girl!</div>Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-35799607600437452562011-12-17T21:44:00.000-07:002011-12-17T22:20:33.138-07:00a Tenley update<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ok - sorry there are no pictures! I left my camera at the hospital, and I haven't downloaded any for awhile. They will come, I promise!</span></i><br />
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So it has now been 12 days since we started round two. Tenley has been doing so great! She really came back with much more gusto and personality. So much that she took a dive, literally, out of her crib one day. <br />
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The first day back my mom and I got to work making her room cozy. All the while, Tenley just sat in her crib, laid back on a pillow, ate some doritos, and watched a show. It was like... Ok, here we are again, let's just get it all started!<br />
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So we did... that evening the chemo began. We finished chemo this past Monday (December 12th) and she sailed through without any issues! No throw ups, no fevers, just a few whines when getting vitals - which included eyedrops, but other than that she was golden. <br />
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A few days ago she started to get a pretty sore bottom. Thankfully we had a super genius nurse named Dave who switched her normal baby wipes for some damp cotton pads with some special cream to spray on it... after using those plus the diaper rash cream, her bottom is back to baby soft happy bum cheeks!<br />
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Slowly she has been losing her appetite. Last week she had a blast sitting in her own high chair eating on her own... she even figured out how to use a fork, and stabbed chicken nuggets over and over again one afternoon, eating them one by one.<br />
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Today... not so much.<br />
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Today was a big change, actually it started more last night. My mother in law was with her throughout the evening, and I got to the hospital around 9:45. Tenley looked really tired and ready for bed. All she would eat that evening was popcicles. I got the room ready for bed, and around 10:30 was ready to rock her to sleep with a bottle.<br />
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No way josé was she taking that bottle.<br />
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Ok - so I figured I'd just rock her for a bit, and then she'd doze right to lala land.<br />
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Um, ya... not happening either. <br />
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Finally around midnight I decided her mouth must be bothering her. I knew she was so sleepy, but she just could not give into sleep. I had the nurse give her some morphine, and thankfully she dozed off soon after. <br />
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BUT - this little girl is a trickster. Just when you think she couldn't possibly be more sound asleep, and you try to make the switch from the rocking chair to her crib, she grabs at you like a monkey and cries as if she was faking it the whole time.<br />
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I rocked her from 10:30pm - 1:30am <br />
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Now don't get me wrong... I love to snuggle this girl, but those rocking chairs are not the most comfortable, and I was getting anxious and tired. Really emotional, mind racing, crazy person tired. Finally at 1:30 I got her squealing monkey grabbing self to lay down while I hovered over her, still holding her tight. Slowly I had to pull away, and I made it into my own non-bed. <br />
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5 o'clock came in a blink of an eye and the nurse tapped me and said Tenley was running a fever... which required them to change her claves (on her tubes from her chest) and some blood cultures done, and yadda yadda I couldn't think straight so who knows what else they had to do. <br />
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After all that and rocking Tenley back to her "deep sleep" the whole process began again... but this time I was never able to fully get her back into the crib. <br />
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I rocked her from 5am - 8:45am<br />
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Thankfully a wonderful gal came to relieve me, on her one year wedding anniversary as well. ANGEL!<br />
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I took that break, headed home (to my mom's) stopped by her ward Christmas party to be with Taryn, and then made the drive back up there. Taryn came along and we brought a cute poster with a collage of pictures of Tenley, our family, our old life. <br />
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As we walked into the room Taryn ran up to her, and then gently kissed Tenley and ran her hand across her face. She understood that Tenley was not at her best, and needed soft quiet loves. She kissed her over and over and whispered I love you Tenley... then she showed her the poster and Tenley loved looking at it, pointing her finger at everything. <br />
Watching my girls together is always my favorite.<br />
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My mom was with her at this point, and after she left, Taryn wanted to head to the kids playroom... Thankfully she absolutely LOVES going there and has no fear whatsoever going with whatever volunteer comes to get her. She stayed there for 3 hours today playing. <br />
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During those 3 hours... guess what I was doing.<br />
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Rocking.<br />
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Total rocking time = 9 hours and 45 minutes in a 19 hour time frame.<br />
When I am a bajillionaire, I am buying that hospital some awesome luxury rocking chairs and amazing pull out chair beds.<br />
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Or maybe I'll try to invent some, yes... that would be the best idea, then I could pay off all these hospital bills!Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475548208392395602.post-62919934813333198912011-12-15T23:35:00.000-07:002011-12-15T23:35:03.845-07:00Taryn's Dance Anthem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It started when I was about 4. I wore a fancy new dress, and had a beautiful fur coat with my hair ready in curls. My grandparents would always get a room at the Inn on temple square. I can still remember how beautiful those rooms were. So elegant and lovely. I loved to collect all the mini lotions, shampoos, and conditioners. I would set them all up on my dresser at home, keeping a piece of the lovely Inn part of my own room. </div>
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After we had dinner, which was usually at the hotel... we would walk around downtown looking at the lights on temple square and watching the carriages ride by on the street. I also remember walking past the glass window scenes on the sidewalk of ZCMI. I always felt so special and happy walking alongside my grandma and grandpa. </div>
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When we made our way back to the hotel room, I would have a present waiting for me. A new nightgown or set of pajamas... which were usually made by my Grandma. I would wear them and dance around the room acting out the ballet and playing with either a new nutcracker doll, or clara doll. There was usually a fun little window seat in the room where I'd sit and stare at the lights across the street, and watch the people pass through with their shopping bags and puffy coats. </div>
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This year Taryn was lucky enough to go. My grandparents got last minute tickets... and even though the Inn on Temple Square no longer exists, and the window scenes at ZCMI are something of the past... the nutcracker remains the same. </div>
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We talked about it for days leading up and we read stories of the Nutcracker, watched the Barbie movie of it, and listened and danced to Grandma Mary's book that has a little Clara that spins around and around playing the song over and over and over again. </div>
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Taryn has talked about her favorite part every day... "The part when the tree grows and the magician raises his hands and it gets bigger and bigger!!"<br />
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as far as her Christmas list goes, this is what she wants:</div>
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1. Pretend Puppy</div>
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2. Barbie</div>
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3. Nutcracker</div>
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I love that she got to experience the magic of the Nutcracker with my Grandparents, and I am glad they got to experience it with her. I'm sure it will be a memory she will hold onto and cherish, just as I do. </div>
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Yup, REMISSION! I never knew that word could bring me such joy....<br />
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Yesterday we "checked in" to ICS ready to start round two. They really need like a concierge and some sort of baggage claim area... at least for us. <br />
We had wagon after wagon loaded up with so much stuff. Most of it we had never even unpacked from the back of my mom's car. I figure we might as well make this room feel like home since we will be contained there for the next few weeks.<br />
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As we were unpacking and adding our glitz to the bare walls, one of the many docs came in to give us a run down of our plan for this round. After talking for a few minutes she said, "oh and I have some good news for ya! Tenley is in complete remission! Everything came back clear and there were no signs of any cancer!"<br />
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I couldn't believe the news! I wasn't expecting to hear about the bone marrow results until later this week. I didn't even know how to react... this means her body accepted the chemo and she is less likely to relapse. To me, this determined everything. From an outward appearance, I knew she was doing well and was obviously feeling great, but I was so worried about the clockwork inside and what was really happening to her body. <br />
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It is hard for me not to just expect the worst... and to assume this is just my course in life and the scary hard road is what I have to go down. It's been engraved into my mind ever since experiencing the loss of my Dad and how much bad news we received day by day.<br />
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Even through the many blessings and miracles, Satan still finds ways to drown our spirits and tries to make our worst nightmares come to life. And they will if we let him.<br />
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Not today. I was not going to let those thoughts overtake me. This time I am on the winning side, and I have full confidence that Tenley will continue to stay in remission and we will make it through these undertows that keep wanting to pull us down.<br />
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Last night after I got Tenley to sleep (at 10:30!!) I laid down, but felt so much emotion surging through me. I cried with an overwhelming gratitude to Heavenly Father thanking Him for answering my prayers and the many prayers of others. I felt astonished seeing them answered right before my eyes. <br />
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I cried because I read <a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/2011/12/erin-carolines-birth-story.html" target="_blank">this</a> and it made me miss Robbie more than ever. I wanted him to be here to hug me and share this exciting moment... knowing our baby was thriving and fighting, giving her all to conquer this demon.<br />
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I cried because we were starting the chemo process all over again. We had built her up, brought her back to herself....only to bring her back down. <br />
I cried because I wanted all the hard parts to be in the past and to leave them there... I don't want them to resurface.<br />
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This time will be different though. This time I will have the reassurance that after the storm we will see the sunshine again. For this is just a short season and one that I am grateful for. Without it I would not feel His love so strong and pure. His spirit so close, at times I feel as if I am in Heaven.<br />
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I know I am being molded into the daughter He wants me to be... and one day I will tell Tenley the story of how she shaped me into the mother I could only dream of becoming.</div>Shawna Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09656295373735164099noreply@blogger.com7