Gary's surgery went really well yesterday. For the first procedure he was in the operating room for about 1 3/4 hours. For the breakup and removal of the very large kidney stone, he was in surgery over three hours. He will feel like he has had a knife stab to the kidney for a while, and he will be very bruised. The doc says he will be in the hospital two or three night.
Today our son Aaron is having a different procedure to remove a kidney stone that he has been trying to pass for a month. He will need someone with him for 24 hours. I plan to leave him for an hour here and there so I can go to the hospital to see Gary. Usually when a family member is in the hospital I stay all day there, but I guess I won't be able to today.
Thanks for praying.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Kidney Stone Wars
My husband is having actual surgery tomorrow to break up a huge kidney stone that takes up the upper half of his right kidney according to the doctor. At 9:00 or so, he will have a wire put into his kidney through his back so later a tube can follow that wire into the kidney to be used to break up the stone. That actual surgery will be at 12:30 unless it is moved up, and it will last about three hours. He will come out of post op at about 4:00 when he will be taken up to his room. He will be in the hospital about two or three days. After that he will be out of work probably another week and maybe longer. Please pray for him.
Our son, Aaron, has also been trying to pass a kidney stone for about a month. He will talk to his doctor tomorrow and it's possible the doctor may decide a manual removal is warranted (possibly as early as tomorrow or sometime in the near future). Please pray for him.
In this war, I will be the negotiator, the go-between, the medical team, the guard, the military police and the cry baby. Please pray for me.
Our son, Aaron, has also been trying to pass a kidney stone for about a month. He will talk to his doctor tomorrow and it's possible the doctor may decide a manual removal is warranted (possibly as early as tomorrow or sometime in the near future). Please pray for him.
In this war, I will be the negotiator, the go-between, the medical team, the guard, the military police and the cry baby. Please pray for me.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
13 Thursday Things I Have Worried Over in My Life
1. That I have cancer
2. That my husband will die before me
3. That I will die before my husband
4. That one of my babies would die
5. That my dad would choke to death
6. That I would be grounded
7. That my house will never get cleaned completely
8. That when people get to know the real me, they will be horrified
9. That I will fall in a hole
10. That a nuclear bomb will hit somewhere near Denver, or Toledo, or Springfield (or wherever we have lived)
11. That my dog will run and jump and hit me in the face
12. That my husband will get too irritated with all that I am
13. About where Heaven is
Keep in mind that I don't worry about all these things at once. Some of them I worried about a long time ago. Some I worry about often. If all these things horrify or worry you about me (and I'm not absolutely sure I'm going to actually submit this entry), then let's just say I'm talking about someone else.
2. That my husband will die before me
3. That I will die before my husband
4. That one of my babies would die
5. That my dad would choke to death
6. That I would be grounded
7. That my house will never get cleaned completely
8. That when people get to know the real me, they will be horrified
9. That I will fall in a hole
10. That a nuclear bomb will hit somewhere near Denver, or Toledo, or Springfield (or wherever we have lived)
11. That my dog will run and jump and hit me in the face
12. That my husband will get too irritated with all that I am
13. About where Heaven is
Keep in mind that I don't worry about all these things at once. Some of them I worried about a long time ago. Some I worry about often. If all these things horrify or worry you about me (and I'm not absolutely sure I'm going to actually submit this entry), then let's just say I'm talking about someone else.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth?
I read an article recently that someone wrote about blogs. She was very negative about blogs and blog writers. She didn't like that bloggers could say anything and not be accountable or tell the truth. She also said she had found a study that showed that 89.9% of people who wrote blogs on media websites have an education level below the fifth grade. She said that some people who read blogs accept what the writers have to say as Gospel truth.
I guess I don't have an overall knowledge of the blog world. I only know about the few blogs I read. I read some nearly everyday. Others I just read once in awhile. And others I only read once, and then I'm finished with them. Personally, I don't believe something just because someone wrote it. Maybe if the majority of the people reading blogs only have a fifth grade education, it's not surprising if they believe everything they read. The people I know who blog don't believe everything. They have brains. I have a brain. And while I love fifth graders, I don't think most of the readers have just fifth grade educations.
And one aspect of blog writing is that people CAN make things up, tell distortions, lie and exaggerate. But that is the nature of blog writing. I can believe it all or not.
I could be wrong about these things. But I'm not.
And I'm not lying.
I guess I don't have an overall knowledge of the blog world. I only know about the few blogs I read. I read some nearly everyday. Others I just read once in awhile. And others I only read once, and then I'm finished with them. Personally, I don't believe something just because someone wrote it. Maybe if the majority of the people reading blogs only have a fifth grade education, it's not surprising if they believe everything they read. The people I know who blog don't believe everything. They have brains. I have a brain. And while I love fifth graders, I don't think most of the readers have just fifth grade educations.
And one aspect of blog writing is that people CAN make things up, tell distortions, lie and exaggerate. But that is the nature of blog writing. I can believe it all or not.
I could be wrong about these things. But I'm not.
And I'm not lying.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Duets and Trios
We had special missionary/church anniversary meetings at church on Friday, Saturday and both services on Sunday. They were all good.
Part of my and Gary's responsibilty was to be involved in special music. Gary sang a solo on Friday; we sang a duet on Saturday; and the we sang in a mixed quartet on Sunday night.
When we practiced Gary's solo at home on Thursday, we started hearing a lovely, thin little high duet part being sung along with Gary's solo. It was our sweetly musical little dog. He was howling with a very delicate voice along with Gary. He was mostly on pitch. He sang with his eyes closed and his nose pointing up to the ceiling. It was a surprise. We didn't know we had gotten a musical puppy.
Then on Saturday Gary and I were practicing our duet. Riley sang with us again. It was really an enjoyable trio. We may have to take him to church someday to sing with us. He may, however, detract from the message of the song. Oh, yes, he rocks back and forth to the beat.
Part of my and Gary's responsibilty was to be involved in special music. Gary sang a solo on Friday; we sang a duet on Saturday; and the we sang in a mixed quartet on Sunday night.
When we practiced Gary's solo at home on Thursday, we started hearing a lovely, thin little high duet part being sung along with Gary's solo. It was our sweetly musical little dog. He was howling with a very delicate voice along with Gary. He was mostly on pitch. He sang with his eyes closed and his nose pointing up to the ceiling. It was a surprise. We didn't know we had gotten a musical puppy.
Then on Saturday Gary and I were practicing our duet. Riley sang with us again. It was really an enjoyable trio. We may have to take him to church someday to sing with us. He may, however, detract from the message of the song. Oh, yes, he rocks back and forth to the beat.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
13 Thursday Free Things
1. Perfume of flowers
2. Sound of bees
3. The view of the mountains
4. Interaction with some people
5. Headaches
6. Dirt
7. Leaves
8. The sound of crying
9. The sound of laughing
10. God's love
11. Doubt
12. Happiness
13. Salvation
2. Sound of bees
3. The view of the mountains
4. Interaction with some people
5. Headaches
6. Dirt
7. Leaves
8. The sound of crying
9. The sound of laughing
10. God's love
11. Doubt
12. Happiness
13. Salvation
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Crime and Punishment
A few years ago I remember hearing a sergeant at the Sheriff's Office laughing out loud every few minutes. She was down the aisle from me so I couldn't hear what she was talking about or who else was there. When she came by my desk I asked her what was so funny. This is the story she told.
She and another officer had been dispatched out to a call at a residence. When the older man came to the door, he was only wearing his underwear--nothing else. When the man saw who was at the door, he said he would go put something else on.
When he came back to the door, he had put something else on alright. It was a hunting cap with ear flaps. That's all. Underwear and a hunting hat.
While the other officer was trying to talk to the man, Cindy, the sergeant, started to laugh. She tried to hold it in but the laughter just kept getting louder and louder. After some explanation to excuse her, she finally had to step outside the porch--where she could still be heard by the man and the officer very clearly.
That's the story she told every few minutes at the Sheriff's Office while laughing rather hysterically each time. It was a good story.
She and another officer had been dispatched out to a call at a residence. When the older man came to the door, he was only wearing his underwear--nothing else. When the man saw who was at the door, he said he would go put something else on.
When he came back to the door, he had put something else on alright. It was a hunting cap with ear flaps. That's all. Underwear and a hunting hat.
While the other officer was trying to talk to the man, Cindy, the sergeant, started to laugh. She tried to hold it in but the laughter just kept getting louder and louder. After some explanation to excuse her, she finally had to step outside the porch--where she could still be heard by the man and the officer very clearly.
That's the story she told every few minutes at the Sheriff's Office while laughing rather hysterically each time. It was a good story.
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