It's only 9:10 on Saturday Morning and I am in a hurry already. This is my sleep-in day.
But I digress.
After the 8:30 telephone call from the doctor yesterday I was confident I had all the news and opportunities for the day and weekend undersontrol. But no!
I got to take a sweet sister to the hospital in the afternoon and then do her visiting teaching with her companion for her. It was so good to visit with all the sisters. But at 4:30 or so I got three phone calls, while visiting, of course. I don't get that many phone calls in two days let alone in half an hour.Beck I reminded about the ward party, Dad told me he was 45 minutes from home and then the doctor's office from SLC . I have an appointment for 11;30 Saturday.
Who are you kidding, doctors do not have office hours on Saturday. But his receptionist said he was coming in to see a couple of people, including me. Now that was fast! I wasn't too worried about this tumor bit until this. Maybe he is just too busy to squeeze anyone in next week.
anyway, I am off to SLC. Mary offered to go with me so I told Dad he could stay here if he really did not want to go. He offered. I can not get mad at him for not supporting me--he offered. I thought I should spell that out so everyone understood, and I could remember!
Granny was prying so i told her I got a quick appointment with a Doctor about my eyes and thought I would spend some time with Mary since I do not get to very often. When I know more, you will know more. No need to give Granny more time to worry-got it?
Love ya' lots and lots and lots! Mom
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Test Results
It is not even 9 a.m., I can't believe the doctor has already called with the news of the day. I decided to send the news out this way so everybody got the same story at the same time.
The blood work so far was ok. However, I am going to have to have more tests
The MRI not as much. There is a tumor on my pituitary gland. It is NOT cancer (He said they never are) but it is putting pressure on my optic nerves and the pituitary gland is like the control center for the rest of the body and it needs to be taken care of. Dr Stones will attempt to contact the endocrinologist in SLC and make an appointment for me next week. It may have to be surgically removed but they may be able to do it with radiation. We will just have to wait and see (Ha!)
It is a relief to know there is something there and I am not totally over the edge. And it is correctable.
I love you all!
Mommy Nolan
The blood work so far was ok. However, I am going to have to have more tests
The MRI not as much. There is a tumor on my pituitary gland. It is NOT cancer (He said they never are) but it is putting pressure on my optic nerves and the pituitary gland is like the control center for the rest of the body and it needs to be taken care of. Dr Stones will attempt to contact the endocrinologist in SLC and make an appointment for me next week. It may have to be surgically removed but they may be able to do it with radiation. We will just have to wait and see (Ha!)
It is a relief to know there is something there and I am not totally over the edge. And it is correctable.
I love you all!
Mommy Nolan
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I do have a brain and I have got proof
I really tried to put a picture in here, real proof that inside this thing attached to my shoulders is a brain. But since this brain couldn't get passed the "internal error" no picture is available to you at this time. So sad! I wanted you guys to see and believe. Of course, even the picture could not prove that the brain is actually capable of processing thought or making decisions, let alone good decisions. But it was a start.
I did have the MRI done today and the results should be available tomorrow. I can get them from the doctor in the morning, if he is in the office. I will let you know when I know something.
I did discover that something was broken in the latest fall. But it wasn't a bone. It was the strap on my favorite black shoes. With no cobbler in town and very worn tred they are most likely not worth the effort of saving. But I morn the loss. They were so comfortable and I could wear them to church, the store, around the house, camping, anywhere. It is definitely cheaper to replace them then repairing a broken bone!
Yet another day has passed and I got the MRI, replaced the nail that popped off, went to lunch with a couple of friends--and watched every word I said (yea Mom) and got a massage. Now that was really, really nice adn relaxing to my stiff neck muscles. So I feel pretty good about making it through another day. Thank you God, thank you my loved ones.
I did have the MRI done today and the results should be available tomorrow. I can get them from the doctor in the morning, if he is in the office. I will let you know when I know something.
I did discover that something was broken in the latest fall. But it wasn't a bone. It was the strap on my favorite black shoes. With no cobbler in town and very worn tred they are most likely not worth the effort of saving. But I morn the loss. They were so comfortable and I could wear them to church, the store, around the house, camping, anywhere. It is definitely cheaper to replace them then repairing a broken bone!
Yet another day has passed and I got the MRI, replaced the nail that popped off, went to lunch with a couple of friends--and watched every word I said (yea Mom) and got a massage. Now that was really, really nice adn relaxing to my stiff neck muscles. So I feel pretty good about making it through another day. Thank you God, thank you my loved ones.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Ooops!
OOOPS!
I thought about never writing again as my most recent posts were well, offensive to some. No offence was ever intended. I surely wish you, whoever you are, would have talked to me instead of , oh well it doesn't matter now.
I actually feel bad for all of you that don't have much of a choice regarding me. I am the only mother you may ever have on this earth. And I feel bad about what I have put you through. You all deserve so much more. I guess I actually feel really bad about who I am right now, Maybe tomorrow will be better, new pills, actually a return to the old, old pills. "Could be, who knows" a return to the old me.
I am so sorry to all of you!
OOOPS again
Unfortunatly when I get over stressed I lose focus for even the simple things, like walking down stairs. Actually it was as much the eyes as anything else but it's done now. This time it was the front steps, I got up close and personal with the orange rock in the dirt/tulip garden. The fall also shattered the plate of food I was carrying. Oh shoot!
Here is the really good news! I do not have a black eye or broken upper jaw! My lip is not torn and I do not need stitches on my face. Now that is a lot to be grateful for! My face avoided the rock. My left arm is pretty scraped up, my watch band broke-but the crystal, which was damaged before Christmas, is still intact, sort of'. My left knee is scraped and I get a sharp pain in it every once in a while, but I can't see any swelling yet. I didn't go to the emergency room as they wouldn't have been able to tell if it was broken or not. Remember it took five weeks for them to tell me last time.
Additional good news, Beck saw me fall and was there to pick me up brush me off and clean up the mess. I cannot say thank you enough, to Beck and my Heavenly Father.
Even more good news, they drew blood for tests today and I get to have the MRI tomorrow. I sincerely do not believe they will find anything in the MRI, but what they rule out will be a relief sort of. I really want to be able to see again. This is so frustrating! There has to be something that can be done about my vision. Since I am going to be at the hospital anyway, if anything feels real bad, I'll have it looked at then.
Golly, that adds up to Spiritually challenged; physically, falling and in pain; and emotionally, unstable at best. This does not look good. But I am still alive, God must not be done with me-yet. So I will keep going and pray for better fays ahead. I hope you will too.
I thought about never writing again as my most recent posts were well, offensive to some. No offence was ever intended. I surely wish you, whoever you are, would have talked to me instead of , oh well it doesn't matter now.
I actually feel bad for all of you that don't have much of a choice regarding me. I am the only mother you may ever have on this earth. And I feel bad about what I have put you through. You all deserve so much more. I guess I actually feel really bad about who I am right now, Maybe tomorrow will be better, new pills, actually a return to the old, old pills. "Could be, who knows" a return to the old me.
I am so sorry to all of you!
OOOPS again
Unfortunatly when I get over stressed I lose focus for even the simple things, like walking down stairs. Actually it was as much the eyes as anything else but it's done now. This time it was the front steps, I got up close and personal with the orange rock in the dirt/tulip garden. The fall also shattered the plate of food I was carrying. Oh shoot!
Here is the really good news! I do not have a black eye or broken upper jaw! My lip is not torn and I do not need stitches on my face. Now that is a lot to be grateful for! My face avoided the rock. My left arm is pretty scraped up, my watch band broke-but the crystal, which was damaged before Christmas, is still intact, sort of'. My left knee is scraped and I get a sharp pain in it every once in a while, but I can't see any swelling yet. I didn't go to the emergency room as they wouldn't have been able to tell if it was broken or not. Remember it took five weeks for them to tell me last time.
Additional good news, Beck saw me fall and was there to pick me up brush me off and clean up the mess. I cannot say thank you enough, to Beck and my Heavenly Father.
Even more good news, they drew blood for tests today and I get to have the MRI tomorrow. I sincerely do not believe they will find anything in the MRI, but what they rule out will be a relief sort of. I really want to be able to see again. This is so frustrating! There has to be something that can be done about my vision. Since I am going to be at the hospital anyway, if anything feels real bad, I'll have it looked at then.
Golly, that adds up to Spiritually challenged; physically, falling and in pain; and emotionally, unstable at best. This does not look good. But I am still alive, God must not be done with me-yet. So I will keep going and pray for better fays ahead. I hope you will too.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Courage
I guess I have always had a certain amount of courage, faith you could say.
But I have always wanted to have someone believe in me enough to actually stand up for me. Through all the teen years of my children, one in particular but we don't need to name names, I longed for the day that someone would see things through my eyes and rescue me or at least defend me, as the mother. A simple, "You don't treat your mother like that!" would have been a blessed event. It never happened. "You were doing a pretty good job of defending yourself." was as close as it ever got. Didn't anyone see me crouched on the floor of the kitchen, taking the--all be it verbal--assault? Have I always been so useless as to be not to be worth defending?
Somethings never change.
Courage, the strength to be who I am, where I am. "I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father, who loves me, and I love Him. I will “stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places.” Even if I have to do it alone. I know, with God on your side you are never alone. But every now and then you, maybe not you, but I, coud use a human hug and someone along to boost my courage. Who lnows even defend me?
But I have always wanted to have someone believe in me enough to actually stand up for me. Through all the teen years of my children, one in particular but we don't need to name names, I longed for the day that someone would see things through my eyes and rescue me or at least defend me, as the mother. A simple, "You don't treat your mother like that!" would have been a blessed event. It never happened. "You were doing a pretty good job of defending yourself." was as close as it ever got. Didn't anyone see me crouched on the floor of the kitchen, taking the--all be it verbal--assault? Have I always been so useless as to be not to be worth defending?
Somethings never change.
Courage, the strength to be who I am, where I am. "I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father, who loves me, and I love Him. I will “stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places.” Even if I have to do it alone. I know, with God on your side you are never alone. But every now and then you, maybe not you, but I, coud use a human hug and someone along to boost my courage. Who lnows even defend me?
Monday, March 16, 2009
Celebrating the Green
It's the celebrating of the green once again. Don't forget who your are. Irish at heart. and green of clothing.
Be sure to wish your favorite "green man" aka Papa a happy him day!
We had our traditional brisket and cabbage on Sunday. It was good but very fatty and greasy.
There is a surprise for each of the little green Nolans in the big city at Mach's house. Here it's just another day in Paradise. Food orders, evictions, more people out of work, who could ask for more? At least there haven't been any deaths in the ward! Now that is something to be grateful!
Be sure to wish your favorite "green man" aka Papa a happy him day!
We had our traditional brisket and cabbage on Sunday. It was good but very fatty and greasy.
There is a surprise for each of the little green Nolans in the big city at Mach's house. Here it's just another day in Paradise. Food orders, evictions, more people out of work, who could ask for more? At least there haven't been any deaths in the ward! Now that is something to be grateful!
Swans are Birds
Pat earned some serious Hubby of the Year Points on Saturday.
Pat listens to the Saturday early morning sports show-whatever it is called, on KSL. He heard about Swan Days at the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge. I used to be a birder, I loved being able to tell them apart! So he took me, over to the park and we drove, at least10 miles off and on (sudden changes and car eating potholes) of dirt roas and then a full 12 of all dirt-one way-that was oftern ignored-road followed.
We could hear the swans even before we could see them. They were beautiful and huge, what I could see of them. You "see" the eagle eyes are not what they used to be. And worse, the doctors don't seem to be able to correct them! UGH!!! These tundra swans are headed for the NORTH coast of Alaska and Canada. Look on a map, that is a long way!
We also saw geese and ducks and lots of coots (little black duck like birds with whilte beaks.). In the visitors center they had a live pelican, one of my all time favoriites. They are big also-and fond in Florida (usually brown there).
I wished we had taken Ella but in the end, four hours of driving and only tow short potty stops just might have been asking too much. I had an idea for her birthday party though . . .
Thanks Papa!
Pat listens to the Saturday early morning sports show-whatever it is called, on KSL. He heard about Swan Days at the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge. I used to be a birder, I loved being able to tell them apart! So he took me, over to the park and we drove, at least10 miles off and on (sudden changes and car eating potholes) of dirt roas and then a full 12 of all dirt-one way-that was oftern ignored-road followed.
We could hear the swans even before we could see them. They were beautiful and huge, what I could see of them. You "see" the eagle eyes are not what they used to be. And worse, the doctors don't seem to be able to correct them! UGH!!! These tundra swans are headed for the NORTH coast of Alaska and Canada. Look on a map, that is a long way!
We also saw geese and ducks and lots of coots (little black duck like birds with whilte beaks.). In the visitors center they had a live pelican, one of my all time favoriites. They are big also-and fond in Florida (usually brown there).
I wished we had taken Ella but in the end, four hours of driving and only tow short potty stops just might have been asking too much. I had an idea for her birthday party though . . .
Thanks Papa!
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