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The Diet….

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So my dreaded diet started on LAST Friday…well Saturday actually but I always start a day early to “get in the mode”.  I know that sounds weird but it so easy to wipe a bit of peanut butter off of a knife and put it in my mouth.  I’ve had a bad habit like that for years and most of the time it’s okay but when I’m on this diet it’s a HUGE no-no.

My diet is a low-iodine diet.  I have to be on the diet to do the upcoming test to see where the cancer is hiding in me.  So I can have salt…not iodized.  No dairy, fish, no product whose label says “salt” or “seasonings” on it.  Absolutely no going out to eat or processed food.  Egg whites are okay but yolks are a no-no.

I’ve had to do the diet three times already…this is the fourth.  I hated it every time.  It’s such a mind play.  Then conflicting information doesn’t help.  My book of recommendations say rice is okay….but if I go on the internet and look up rice, some versions of the diet frown on it.  So what’s a girl to do?  I want the test to be as successful as possible so I avoid the rice.

Then they will list an item like oatmeal.  I can have oatmeal…but I can’t have milk on it.  I’m picky and not a fan.  I can have a salad but I have yet to come up with a dressing that doesn’t include mayo, mustard, eggs, salt, “spices”, dairy or other no-no items.  It’s no fun to eat a salad without dressing…that’s why I complain.

This time around I was determined to be better and not whine as much.  So I decided that I need to step up and be the good cook I am….so I tried.

Brownies…with oil instead of butter and applesauce substitute for the eggs.


The batter looked okay…but how would they taste?? Continue reading

Keeping the Doctors in Business

Our family has been doing their part in keeping the doctors in business.

Tuesday Scotty went in and had his adenoids and tonsils taken out and tubes put in his ears.


He was too slow and sore to be out and about for the funeral on Wednesday.  His Grandma Driver was so good and came and stayed with him so Lora, Buck and Lucy could make it.

Scotty has been plagued with getting strep all the time.  He gets it year round…and then spreads it to Lucy.  It was time for those tonsils of his to be gone!

Georgia had her first “feeling sick” trip to the doctor.  Kelli and I had gone to the wake on Tuesday night and Georgia had a miserable night.  She has slept through the night consistently since she was two month old.  She did not at all overnight on Tuesday.  I had her at childcare during the day on Monday and Tuesday and she wasn’t quite herself but she’s at the teething age so I explained it away by that.

By Wednesday she was worse…not eating normal.  Then at the graveside service, we got out of the truck and walked to the spot.  Kelli held Georgia up to give her the “do you have a poopy diaper once over” only to discover she had pooped down her leg.  Kelli immediately went to the truck to change her only to discover there was poop in her carseat and all down Kelli’s dress.  Do Kelli brought a cleaned up Georgia to me and went back to the truck and changed her clothes in broad daylight at the cemetery.  She was completely blocked from family seeing her but UGH.

Then Kelli came back, the service was almost over by now.  Then we looked at Georgia and realized she had a small red rash all over her.  It was then that we decided to leave and get her to Urgent Care.  There were to many things that were suspicious to not take her.

She was not a happy camper.  See?? Continue reading

PET Scan Adventure

Thursday was PET scan day for me.  Remember the insurance preauthorization thing that was going to take until October 2nd.  Well the clinic called me the next day and said I was approved.  This is one of the many reasons it’s important to advocate for yourself.  If I hadn’t I would be waiting until then for this to get moving along.  In reality, it was approved in less than 24 hours.

The family has been juggling schedules to try to help out but with one member of the team, Kramer, gone, it’s a little bit harder.  Kelli ended up finishing up childcare and I went to my appointment myself.

I seem to take a bit of Kramer with me though…checking crops.  Yep, the soybeans are turning color.  They are heading towards getting ready for harvest.


The good news is that I’ve been through all of this a time or two myself..and a time or two with Kramer so the scary part of this go around  isn’t as scary.  I at least know what to expect.  It is pretty sad though.  I find myself saying…”the last time I was here was with Kramer” or “Ugh, back to the East building (which is the cancer center)”.  I’m doing it though and trying really hard to do it with as much grace as possible.

I had a 1:15 appointment and went back right away.  If you haven’t had a PET scan, it’s kind of a weird thing.  They inject a sugary substance into your vein and then you have have to lay in a recliner in a dark room for an hour.  Then you get the scan.  The stress while you’re laying there to relax and let the stuff they injected to work it’s way around your body.  It’s not easy to “relax” with thoughts of cancer running through your head.  Trust me.  This is my third PET scan.

Once you get to the machine they lay you down, then strap you down.  They pack you tight.  It almost feels like you’re a mummy.  A strap goes around your belly and around your feet.  Then in the machine, which is like a tunnel, you go.  After I was in the machine for about a half hour, I was out and on my way.

If you’re ever going for one, a word to the wise is wear elastic waist pants or you might end up laying in the machine with your pants at your knees.  That also was the strangest feeling.

After the scan I headed towards home.  You might remember this is just under a 2 hour drive.  I knew the drive home might be interesting as we were predicted to have strong storms in the afternoon.  There was suppose to be torrential rain.

For the PET scan I had to eat a high protein low carb diet the day before and then no food for six hours before the test.  So I was up at 6am and ate something so by the time the test was over, I was hungry and needed gas so I stopped.  I went in my purse to get my debit card and look what I found…. Continue reading

Saturday Night Again

It’s Saturday again.  Saturday nights are the worst for me.  Although Kramer died on a Sunday, memories always come to me on Saturday.  He’d want it to be remembered as the Sunday.  He fought hard to live until Sunday.


That last week Kramer was with us was a bit of a whirlwind.  The Sunday before on the May 26th he started talking about how he wanted to go to the Memorial Day observance here in town.  He had never gone as he was always farming.  This is the year he was going to go.  He could so he was going to….so Kelli and I started scrambling.  We knew he needed a wheelchair.  She could borrow one.  We knew he needed oxygen, we could get a bag to hook on the wheelchair.  We did what we could to try to make it work.

Memorial Day came.  We started getting things in place.  He was dressed and then “had a spell” only to realize he wasn’t well enough to go.  He was so bummed.

Tuesday came.  Kayla was suppose to drive him to Lacrosse but I could see that Kramer wasn’t well enough for anyone but me to take him. That was the day of the PET scan and when we found out he only had a few weeks to live.  Here’s the post on that if you missed it.  I didn’t tell all of you until Friday.  I had blog posts already scheduled and I needed a bit of time.

On Tuesday the scrambling started.  We had these things on our list: Continue reading