Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Round 6 starts today. :)
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
A not so helpful guy strolled over.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Kaleb: you know....the jeans...
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
('scuse me while I read my book.)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Okay...this picture above is Kaleb's brain. Don't get wierded out by the eyeballs. This is an MRI slice of his brain. You will notice that in the very middle part of his brain is a little heart looking shape. Those are his ventricles. They are filled with cerebral spinal fluid. This is what a normal brain looks like except for the white spot above the ventricles. Do you see that? That is his CYST that he has. (you can see the line running through it - they were measuring the size of it.) It resides in his left temporal lobe. His actual brain is everything else around the ventricles. Okay...so now that you have an image of what a typical brain (minus his cyst) looks like lets move on to the next picture....
This is Ben's brain, or lack of. This picture is a CAT scan so it's a little different than an MRI. CAT scans are used to look at bone mostly so you can see all the white going around his head - that's his skull. Do you see the two kidney bean shapes in the center? (they're rather large) Those are Ben's ventricles. They are filled with cerebral spinal fluid too. Because Ben's brain did not develop, the fluid filled the space. The little faded spot in the middle of the picture is his brain stem. You can't see it on Kaleb's because his ventricles are covering it. Ben has no brain, just fluid. That's the difference. Don't be sad. It's okay. Ben's brain wins him a ticket straight to the Celestial Kingdom.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I pulled over before he even turned around.
I can NEVER bring myself to announce that fact.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Amy and I dressed up for the occassion.
I can't resist a "Charlie's Angel's" pose in the subway.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
This gal has 10 children and is married to my brother Rich. Anyone that has 10 children is an angel in my book. Wanna know something crazy? She is exactly the SAME age as my sisters Amy and Jenny - same birth year and everything. HOW CRAZY IS THAT???
Happy Birthday you
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
This is a HUGE shout out to Papa Don, we picked pears off his pear tree a few weeks ago and canned them today. My husband was an excellent helper. (except for when he was complaining about his hands being all sticky and stuff) Provident Living people...these jars are headed to my basement for their long winters nap.
I VOTED. My mommy will be proud. I dragged my pale face, tired rear out the door to go cast my vote. I got my sticker friends. I earned it. Thank you and amen.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Dear Thomas A. Clairmont:
I was recently a patient at your hospital in Franklin, NH. (10/29-10/31/2008) I was scheduled for a same day procedure but ended up staying a couple of days because of some minor complications. This was my first experience at the Franklin Hospital. Turns out it will be my last. My surgery consisted of a “hysteroscopy and D&C”. The pre-surgical team was great, the post-surgical team was great as well. It wasn't until I got moved up to the floor (2nd to be exact) that things started to go down hill. After surgery, I tend to have a reaction to the narcotics that I am given. My body itches all over. To help with this reaction, the nurses usually give me some IV Benadryl. Up on the floor I was begging for some benadryl as my dose had worn off. The nurses continually told me “no” and that “you don't need it”. After begging and begging some more, I was told “just stop itching, you're only making it worse.” Because they denied me the benadryl, I rubbed the skin off my nose which created a scab, and I caused sores all over my body from itching so badly. I was eventually reduced to tears while begging for relief when the nurse finally responded, “FINE, I'll go get it for you.” All through that first night I listened to an elderly lady moan and yell out in pain. She was ignored throughout the whole night. She verbalized her pain, but they continued to ignore her. When they finally came in to help her their voices dripped with annoyance. Time after time when I used my call button I was either ignored or rudely told “we're trying to find your nurse”. After waiting over an hour at a time I would push the call button (this time to get help to use the bathroom) and again the staff would say “we're TRYING to locate your nurse!” and then hang up on me, never asking me what I had called for. It was degrading. I felt trapped. I felt inhuman. I wanted to leave so badly but because my potassium levels were low, the doctor wanted to keep me another night. “I can't stay here ANOTHER NIGHT!” I thought. Maybe if they had brought me a meal tray in the first 48 hours, my potassium levels might not have dropped. That's right, the nurses never offered me anything to eat or drink. Just for the record, I was on a regular diet. That meant that I should have been eating AND drinking. Because I was in a narcotic haze, I couldn't think straight or make any decisions for myself. Isn't this what nurses are for? Where was the compassion? Did they know that I had just recently been through 4 other procedures in the past four months? They should have, it was in my chart. Did they realize that I had JUST lost a baby at 20 weeks? They should have, it was in my chart. I am still trying to recover from this traumatic experience in my life while going through more surgeries. The nurses didn't care. They SHOULD have. It worries me that others (such as the elderly lady that was beside me) have to go through similar experiences as mine. If these nurses have lost their compassion then they need to go. I have had such wonderful experiences at LRGH and it frightens me to think that Franklin is associated with that hospital. I am writing you this letter to make you aware of the kind of treatment that I received at the Franklin Hospital. I want you to know that I am someone with excellent health insurance and that all my bills will be payed. On the other hand, I want you to know that I feel I was heavily short changed. My stay at the Franklin Hospital was no less than a nightmare. One that I couldn't escape from fast enough. In closing I want you to know that as I was being wheeled down from my room to my waiting car, the nurse realized my IV was still in my arm. She ran into the nearest bathroom, grabbed some crunchy paper towels, literally ripped the IV from my arm and threw the paper towels at me telling me to apply pressure to my now gaping wound and then wheeled me out the door. That was the icing on the cake. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me.