Hello, friends . . .

I will probably be dropping off the grid (so to speak) for a week or so – as I am going in for surgery on Tuesday morning.
 
God has such a great sense of timing AND of humor!!!
 
I went to my regular doctor in October for a med-refill check up. Happens twice a year. I asked him to look at a hernia I’ve had for several years – had been told to have it checked whenever it “began to bother” me.
 
He sent me to a surgeon – the Kenai Peninsula’s own Dr. McDreamy. 😉 He sent me for a CT scan.
 
Two days later (the day after Thanksgiving) I received a call that they would NOT be taking care of the hernia until I saw a Urologist (nowhere near a Dr. McDreamy, btw) because of something on my left kidney – a cyst – and a prominent “something/anomaly” on my right kidney.
 
Saw the urologist the following week and he sent me for an MRI – which was botched because they did not do a contrast scan AND the machine (fondly known as Trixie) broke down in the middle. He could not read the scan – the radiologist could not read the scan – sooooooo
 
Last Tuesday I had another scan – this time with the contrast and this time without Trixie up to her old tricks – and gorgeous pictures came back . . .
 
of the prominent cysts on the left kidney (nothing to worry about – they look normal and people in their 50s develop cysts often) – BUT, when I saw the urologist on Thursday he was very blunt – there is a tumor embedded IN the right kidney and so it (the tumor) cannot just be taken off – the kidney has to come out. 😉
 
Off to the hospital I went for the pre-op blood work – only to be asked questions about which symptoms I’d had to make me go to the doctor and the resultant disbelief when I told them NONE – and shared that my God has a wondrous sense of humor and a great sense of timing.
 
By the by, Dr. McDreamy will assist the urologist and if at all possible will take care of the hernia at the same time. Yay!
 
So, I have a stack of books and one more knitting project to complete for Christmas standing by – and at least a week off work to relax and heal. I can take more time if I need it, but I am a “tough old bird” according to my friends so I hope to be back to work by the end of that first week.

Your thoughts and prayers are appreciated – for me and for the Ladybug who is also having surgery that morning. We asked for a family plan, but they laughed us out of the hospital. 😉 Okay, fine.

Oh – the timing thing? With the CT I met my deductible for the year, so I should not have to pay very much for this surgery – I think I’ve met my out of pocket expenses, too. Hopefully – Lord willing – this will all be covered.

And – the one thing I don’t like about all this is that they will, of course, be putting me under for the surgery – I don’t like the idea of that, but know that I will be in God’s hands during that time, too. I think it’s just that whole losing control thing that bothers me. It’s not like I have control over any of this anyway, so send me to Maui with the cabana pool boy, Raul and it’s all good. LOL

take care, everyone and give a hug to the one who’s closest to you.

or . . . songs NOT to sing at next year’s high school choir concert.

The Boy is a tenor in the choir and this afternoon was the Christmas concert. We, being the great grandparents that we are, went to listen.

Really, there is NOTHING this side of heaven that is quite so wondermous as choral music sung beautifully . . . and Hendy does it beautifully. The sound that comes from those kids . . . well, I could go on and on.

I could . . . but apparently some of the kids could not.

They were singing a rousing bit of Frosty the Snowman and had gotten to the thumpety-thump-thump part when a gasp went up from the crowd. Apparently someone of the sopranos (why is it always the sopranos?) went thumpety-thump-thump right off the risers, cracking her head on the acoustic backdrop in the process.

At first Hendy didn’t seem to notice, but slowly (it seemed like slow-mo) all heads in the choir turned to their collective right and downward and people in the audience shouted for help . . . of which there was plenty of qualified help.

A school nurse or two (or three) rushed to the stage along with a gynocologist (the mother of one of the tenors) who all managed to bring the girl back to consciousness and take her off stage.

Hendy got up from the riser where she was sitting overseeing the commotion, dusted herself off, raised her hand and began again . . . thumpety-thump-thump . . . and down went another soprano – this time from the second riser and towards the front of the stage.

She was not quite out – jumped back up – well, was helped back up – and insisted she could stay onstage to finish the song. The school nurses and the gyn-mom insisted as vocally that she most certainly could NOT and escorted her off the stage.

Hendy gave up on the song (whee!) and gathered everyone together to sing the next piece. In the midst of it, yet another soprano rushed offstage, hand to mouth – we’re assuming that SHE at least had eaten something and was now ready to purge.

heh

The others – we’re thinking probably none of those girls had eaten today and thus were swooning – or maybe that was the effect of the tenor section? Mass swooning???

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Long, long ago . . . okay . . . it was 9 years ago TODAY!

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TAT with Loverly, his dog

A beautiful baby boy was born into our family. He was perfect in every way and let us know how much he appreciated being thrust into the cold, dark world . . . when he had been perfectly content in his cozy, warm, smooshy, wet abode.

All went well – until he began to have some tummy problems – severe tummy problems – and he was only a few hours old. His mama called me – his Nana – and together he and Mama and Daddy and Paw-Paw and Nana packed up and sped to nearby town to the hospital.

A lot went on that night – a couple of drives back and forth to the hospital and the airport waiting for the fog to clear so we could fly TAT to big city hospital.

We finally made it – and to the hospital in lickety split time – and into the hands of the most awesome nursing and surgical staff one could ever desire.

TAT turned 2 days old on the operating table as the surgeon repaired a malrotated bowel and gave TAT a very sweet line on his tummy.

They told us he’d be in the hospital’s NICU for a couple of weeks, but it was less than 10 days later when his mama and I got to bring him back home.

Today our little guy turns 9 years old. He’s lived a long life in those 9 years. But I am looking forward to the long life ahead of him.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAT! Who loves you, baby?

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Happy Birthday, buddy!!!

The future’s so bright – they’ve gotta wear shades!

Honest I am!

 Very busy at work – on-site visit from one of our funders – that requires a lot of clean up and preparation. Spent 4+ hours with them yesterday – another couple today.

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