This is my appointment week for my cancer screening. It’s the week of the long drives and what I hope will come to some sort of plan. Our kids have been trying to plan birthday parties and get togethers wondering when I was free or not free. Scotty’s birthday party is July 19th, and I sure hope to be there…but can I be? Who knows!
Every time some event comes up I have to go back and explain everything all over again. I just don’t know what is going to happen. I think I know one of three plans will happen. But which one, I have no idea.
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Here I am finished with week one of my low iodine diet. For those of you who have been following the blog know that as part of having a full body scan. in hopes of finding where my thyroid cancer is, I have to be on a low iodine diet.
I promised I would try not to whine about it so I’m hoping this post sounds factual and possibly will share some frustrations, yet not be too whiny. An added complication for me is that I am diabetic so although I can make my own bread, muffins and the like, that don’t have salt in them, I can’t eat much of it because of the carbs. People who aren’t diabetic often think we can’t eat sugar, truthfully, carbs are almost as bad.
While doing the diet, I rarely if ever, eat anything without looking it up on the computer first. Today breakfast was strawberries and walnuts. The plainer the food, the better chances are that it’s something I can eat….but that’s not always the case.
I bought bananas without rechecking to see if I can eat them, I can’t.
I’ve grown to love this… Continue reading
Today has been a busy day. Carver and Gannon were here for a grandma day while Kalissa was sleeping after working the overnight. Then I got a call from Craig. The Waucoma Firemen were moving their meeting to tonight. If you’ve been reading my blog long, you know that our family is a big time supporter of our local fire department.
Everyone on the department has been awesome from the moment Kramer, my husband who passed away last year, joined the department. I think that was back in 1997. Since then our son Buck spent time on the department and now our daughter Kalissa’s husband is on the department.
Our family decided that we want to have a tradition of supplying supper for the firemen at their meeting every June. We aren’t thinking anything fancy…this year we’re just doing pizza, chips, drinks and bars.
The firemen have been so good our family. When Kramer was sick they came and did our yard work, tilled our garden, fixed the siding on our house even did some landscaping. Here’s a picture of them all from that day. We couldn’t have been more thankful. Kramer and I both appreciated that so much. (Read more HERE)
Then once we knew Kramer didn’t have long… Continue reading
So Kalissa and were out and met someone we both know. I’ve known the person for 25 years at least. We aren’t close friends but I know them and consider them to be a very nice person. Carver was with us. We were chatting. Carver was restless so I took him off and helped him and was away from the conversation.
After a short bit Kalissa caught up to me and said, “Oh my, that was awkward.” I didn’t know what was up, so I asked, and she told me that after I left with Carver, the person asked- “So how’s your mom’s cancer?” Then following that response she asked, “How’s she doing without your Dad?”
People, STOP! Please STOP! I am not mad about this. It’s human nature. We all wonder about the widow in the room. We all wonder about the person with medical issues. We all want to ask. We all wonder. It’s natural. It’s normal and it’s entirely okay. But…let’s find a better way to ask about it.
We all have been places and all of us were aware that there was “an elephant in the room”, a topic people wanted to talk about yet didn’t.
So…today I’m writing this to help you all who feel uncomfortable talking about the “elephant”.
Number one thing I want everyone to know:
I don’t mind if anyone talks to me about Kramer (my husband who died in June of 2019). I don’t mind it a bit. I love it in fact. By you talking about him, it lets me know that someone else besides me is missing him. It also lets me know that you care about me. Talking about him lightens my load and the grief we bare is shared. The load is lightened. That’s awesome. Yes, I might get a tear in my eye with a shared memory but that tear isn’t hurting me. It’s helping me.
The problem is…how does one mention “the elephant”? How do you bring it up in conversation?
Here’s my suggestion: Continue reading