tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67344236019215097242024-03-12T17:15:18.099-07:00Family Life and ESRDWelcome to the blog of a 33 year old, homeschooling mother of three boys. My posts may range from anything in the spectrum of my life, from raising children, homeschooling, making natural/organic food and life choices, to discussing the issues of ESRD (end stage renal disease).Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-52549828704117013842013-12-05T12:32:00.000-08:002015-12-05T12:32:54.367-08:00A Year In Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So I haven't posted in a very long time... but I thought I would give an update on the happenings in our family over the last year. Its just a small review as I obviously can't mention all the details of our year in one post! Well I could... but it would be extremely long and no one would read it. :) At some point I would like to return to more regular postings, if even for just my own enjoyment. <br />
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Kaleb: <br />
Kaleb turned six years old in May. He is active, inquisitive, imaginative. Always playing and exploring! <br />
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Kirby: <br />
Kirby turned four in July. During the summer he started speech therapy but after two months the therapist said there was not much she could do for him since he was not talking or being vocal at all during their sessions. Kirby is very shy outside of our home, but here at home he has lots to say... in his own language. We still don't know what is causing his speech delay, but the therapist agreed with me that she also feels it is by choice. He is just choosing not to talk. <br />
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Kyle:<br />
This summer Kyle started working with a friend from our church family that owns his and runs his own custom car company. He offered Kyle the opportunity to learn from the ground up, welding, fabricating and all aspects of automechanics. As his mother I really felt like God had opened this door and gave my son direction where there had been none. Since then Kyle decided to joing running start and is working towards pre requisites to get into the autotech program at Green River Community College. So far this year Kyle has gone to one semester of Community College and completed drivers ed, all while working in his spare time. <br />
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Jeremy: <br />
My wonderful husband started a new full time job in February (he lost his job last Christmas when the company he worked for shut their doors for good). He works for a company that is contracted through a large Airlines. He loads baggage onto airplanes. The work is very physical in all kinds of weather conditions, the pay is bad and the benefits are non existant. But it is a job and I thank God for that! <br />
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Cooper: <br />
Newest member of our family is Cooper. Cooper belonged to my mom and Stepdad Richard. They got him as a pup <br />
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On May 2nd, one day before his birthday, my Stepfather Richard passed away from cancer. There are so many things that I could say about this man. He was an amazing person. He was funny, loving, hard working, generous and talented. He could build and fix just about anything he put his mind to. He struggled for two years with cancer and he was bound and determined to not seek conventional medical treatment. My mother researched and did whatever she could to help him treat his cancer naturally. The tumor in his stomache decreased in size at one point, but then all the sudden it came back and he was horribly sick. Throughout all of this, Richard showed amazing faith. He truly believed that God would heal him. One week before he passed away, he told me how proud he was of me for how I was dealing with my health problems. There he was sick and frail, full of faith that God would heal him... and he was telling me how proud he was.And these lyrics come to mind.... <br />
"And I will rise when He calls my name<br />
No more sorrow, no more pain<br />
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Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-35624387725017793532012-11-06T10:21:00.003-08:002012-11-06T10:21:29.597-08:00Home Hemodialysis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Since I started in center hemodialysis I have been asked multiple times if I wanted to do home hemodialysis. Shortly after having my peritoneal dialysis catheter removed, one of the nurses came up to me and said "so you will be doing home hemo then right?". My response was "Uh, no". </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Heres the thing with home hemo. You dialysize more often (5-7 days a week insteads of just 3 in center) and for shorter of periods of time. The result of this is less drastic physical 'ups and downs' in between dialysis treatments. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">My reason for not wanting to do it? Number one, kids. With my kids at home with me at all times I'm just not comfortable with the idea of having needles and sterile equipment around them. Two, space. We absolutely do not have the space to store the needed equipment, nor to set up an area in the home for me to do it. Three, time restraints. I don't have time to dialyze every day. It may be for shorter periods, 2 hours a time insteads of 4 hours. But you have to set up and clean up before and after every dialysis session. To me that equals a lot of time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Today in the dialysis center a man came in to say hi to the Techs. One of the Techs asked him "how are you liking home hemo". He responded by saying "Its fine, but its a lot of work. A LOT of work." </span><br />
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Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-62909591642149008062012-10-14T20:34:00.000-07:002012-10-14T22:37:06.921-07:00Homeschool Advice From a Friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The other day I received some wise advice from a friend. The interesting part of it is this is the third or fourth time in the last few months that I've received the same advice, from different friends. Often times I think we hear things over and over until we are ready to accept it as truth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">In May my middle son turned five years old, making him Kindergarten age as of this September. Since he turned five years old I have wanted to start school at home with him. My plan was to find a curriculum and start working on it as early as May/June of this year. However, May and June went by, then July, August, September.... and still no formal curriculum. Once September got here I really started to panic. Then I started to second guess myself and my abilities, and I started to look into putting him into a Christian School. I thought that he would get a better and more consistent education if he was taught by someone else. There are so many limitations to what I can do right now due to this chronic illness that I have come to the realization that I can't do everything I want to. Right now being a mom, a teacher, a cook, a house cleaner, along with all the myriad of chores is too much. Truth of the matter is it would be too much even if I didn't have a debilitating illness! Homeschooling is hard for all moms, I know this because I hear it so often from others that are struggling to keep up with it all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The advice I was given was that at this age, a formal education isn't as important as we sometimes make it out to be (matter of fact there are those that argue you shouldn't teach children too early). Kids learn from their environment and if the home environment is an educational one (meaning learning games, activities, being read to, having a parent that uses teaching moments, etc) they will learn so much. Of course as a parent who cares about my children's education academically and spiritually I have not wanted to just do nothing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">But once again I am hearing that voice telling me "you can not do it all on your own". I'm starting to listen to it more and more. I can't do it all on my own. I need God! So in September in the midst of my 'panic' I really cried out to God. I asked Him for guidance, to help direct me in the way I should go with schooling my children. I asked Him to open the doors that needed to be opened and close the doors that needed to be closed. He did close the doors to putting Kaleb into a Christian school. We just could not afford it and we couldn't get enough financial assistance to make it work. So for the last 5-6 weeks I've just been 'waiting' on Him. I still didn't know how I was going to do it all, but I had prayed and laid it at His feet and now it was just time to wait. Two weeks ago a darling woman from my church called and asked if I would like any help with the kids, she said she would enjoy doing crafts with them. I told her that would be wonderful as its one of the areas I haven't done so well with. She is planning to come once a week for one hour to do crafts with me and the kids and one hour to help clean. Then a week later when I least expected it another sweet woman from my church came up and started telling me about how she is a certified teacher, although retired. She asked me if I would like help once a week with my kids, for 1-2 hours and that she would especially love to teach math! I took a deep breathe and said "YES!". Shortly after, another woman came up to me and asked if my children knew how to swim. I explained that they love the water, but I had not yet put them into swim lessons (that is one of the things on the huge to do list). She offered to take them to the YMCA sometimes to go swimming! Last Wednesday was their first opportunity to do this and they had so much fun! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I know that God answers prayers, but often times it takes my breathe away in the way that he does it! We have so many needs right now and these women are helping to fill some of those needs! What an amazing God we serve! One of the greatest things to remember is that its always in His time. God doesn't always answer us right when we want or expect Him to. But I truly believe that if we ask Him, believe Him, and trust Him that He will meet our needs! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I'd just like to encourage all of you out there, whether you are a mom or not, that whatever you are going through in life, trust God completely. He does care about us, our needs and our hearts desires!</span> </div>
Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-53254807319574972372012-10-10T22:35:00.000-07:002012-10-14T22:37:23.371-07:00Book Review: Whispers in the Wind - Wild West Wind 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lauraine Snelling is the author of this second of a series, Whispers in the Wind. My review is on the second book, but I will say that if you have not read the first in the series, I highly encourage you to do so! <br />
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Whispers in the Wind starts off where the first book left off. The story follows Cassie Lockwood on her journey as she finally finds her fathers property and the family that currently lives there. The story takes us through the emotions Cassie suffers while trying to learn to take care of herself and her friends. We watch as two different families work in unison to
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I was captivated with this series from the first book, but I will admit that this second book was a bit harder to get through. It was a bit redundant and slow in spots. However, having said that I feel that it is still worth the read as its a very interesting series and I look forward to the third book coming out! <br />
I enjoy the overall story, time period and setting of this series and can't wait to find out how the entire story pans out! <br />
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<em><strong>Disclaimer: I received a free copy of this book in exchange for my own, honest opinion. I was not compensated for my review.</strong></em></div>
Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-61759712152374735672012-10-02T11:00:00.003-07:002012-10-02T11:00:46.347-07:00Today another minor surgery<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">So today I head to the hospital once again for another 'minor' surgery related to dialysis. This time they are removing the peritoneal dialysis catheter in my abdomen and the IJ catheter in my neck. It is true that I have decided to not pursue PD (peritoneal dialysis) any further. There were so many complications over the last 6 months with the fluid leaking into my lung multiple times. The next option was to see a thoracic surgeon about having the hole/leak repaired surgically! Yikes, something tells me that wouldn't be classified as a 'minor' surgery... but you never know!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">About two months ago my Nephrologist changed my hemodialysis schedule from the normal three times a week to only two times a week. I'm sure that change has played a huge part in my decision to stay on hemodialysis. Two times a week is sooo much better than three, it gives me time to recover, breathe and live a normal life for a few days in between treatments. Where as three times a week was only time to recover from the treatment and then go right back, it consumed me mentally and physically. Of course the only reason I can do two times a week is because my kidneys are functioning well enough that two treatments does the job. Thank you God!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">So heres to hoping that todays minor surgery goes well, that I won't react badly to the anesthesia when waking up, that I won't have to stay overnight in the hospital (unless I need it... there is something good to be said for those electric hospital beds right after having abdominal surgery). Oh and I am requesting they do NOT give me the anti-delirium medication this time! Sure, it kept me from freaking out when waking up (I am never aware of these episodes, only the limited information they tell me after), but then I threw up all evening long. Yuck, no thank you!</span><br />
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Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-69655942165306973572012-09-21T00:49:00.000-07:002012-10-03T00:34:18.037-07:00Depression and Illness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Since becoming ill, and starting dialysis I have heard some talk about depression and chronic illness. It is said that when someone has a severe illness such as kidney failure, cancer, etc that they go through a grieving process just like someone that has lost a loved one. </span><br />
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Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-74151389478127336002012-09-13T00:53:00.000-07:002012-10-14T23:01:57.854-07:00Some things just can't be explained.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Since my last post regarding my improved Kidney function, not a lot has changed. Other than my increased confusion and a new determined sense to just trust God.</span> <br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">There are two tests that measure the creatinine. One is a blood (serum) creatinine test and the other is called a 24 hr urine clearance test. It would be very hard for me to try to explain the difference between these two tests so if you are interested, in more information, here is a <a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/creatinine/MY00144" target="_blank">link</a>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The 24 hr urine creatinine indicated that my kidney function had improved. However the blood creatinine test indicated my kidney function was decreasing. My Doctor said the longer I went without dialysis the higher the blood creatinine would get and I would also be at risk for increased potassium (which leads to heart problems). I decided to just trust my Doctor because I couldn't make sense of any of it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">All I know is that I am still feeling better, I still have increased urine output and I still have little to no swelling (fluid retention). These are indicators of increased kidney function, regardless of the numbers. I can't explain any of it and I'm not going to try. I am thankful that I am able to do dialysis two times a week instead of three. I am grateful that I have more energy. And I have decided to NOT complain about waking up 3-5 times a night to go to the bathroom. Sure it means a decrease in quality of rest, but my body is creating urine, YEAH! :)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I will trust God completely. He will heal me in His timing. I do not at this time believe that a miracle must be instant, complete and permanent in order to be a true miracle (as described in the book <span id="btAsinTitle"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Miracles-Journalist-Looks-Modern-Experiences/dp/076420937X/ref=sr_1_19?ie=UTF8&qid=1348127432&sr=8-19&keywords=miracles" target="_blank">Miracles: A Journalist Looks at Modern Day Experiences of God's Power by Tim Stafford</a></span>). Who are we to put limitations on God? Some things just can't be explained.</span></div>
Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-46153602104017091982012-09-07T23:00:00.000-07:002012-10-14T23:01:39.878-07:00Book Review: Miracles: A Journalist Looks at Modern Day Experiences of God's Power by Tim Stafford<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-15961876324701680542012-08-15T10:06:00.001-07:002012-08-15T11:13:03.534-07:00"Impressive Recovery, Difficult to Explain"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">"Impressive Recovery, Difficult to Explain". Those are the words my Nephrologist wrote in my medical chart after seeing me on Friday the 10th. To me those are beautiful, amazing words! Praise be to God!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Let me explain.... The last three weeks I have been feeling so much better between dialysis sessions. Throughout this time I have noticed several positive changes physically as well. One was that I was having very little to no visible swelling (due to kidney failure, fluid will build up in between dialysis treatments causing visible swelling usually in the feet, hands, etc). The second is that my body was producing urine like it used to before my kidneys failed (One of the functions of your kidneys is to produce urine and the worse your kidney function, the less urine your body produces). I started wondering if my kidney function was getting better so I called my Doctors office last week and requested a test to see what my current kidney function is. When the results came in I went to see my Doctor. He said to me "well, your kidney function is better. But the question is why is it better? I don't understand why its better." I couldn't help myself, I told him I knew why! "God is healing me!" I must say it was an uncomfortable silence after I uttered those words. His expression didn't change and my heart dropped a little. But we moved on in the conversation and he told me he wants me to stay on dialysis (although I am going from 3 sessions to two a week) and do another test in two weeks to see how my kidneys are functioning then. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">One month ago my Creatnine was 5.70, as of Tuesday of last week my Creatnine was 3.47 (which takes me from stage 5 to stage 4)! Before I started dialysis my GFR (glomerular filtration rate) was a 9 (anything under 15 is considered renal failure). Mine is now 28 (normal is 60)!! <br />
I am giving the praise to God but we are also praying that God will continue to heal me. I'm not out of the woods health wise as stage 4 is still considered critical but I feel that just having these last 3 weeks where I have been feeling better is a miracle itself and I am thankful for that!</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">And if you are wondering how I know what was written in my medical chart... well... it is my medical chart and all you have to do is ask the right person. :)</span></div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-91539360921348250662012-08-07T10:34:00.000-07:002012-10-02T11:01:36.506-07:00Short Straw Bride by Karen Witemeyer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">If you're like me, you've read a lot of books in your lifetime. To me thats a great thing, at least until all the story lines start to run together. Theres nothing more dissapointing than picking up a book to read only to find that you've read one or two others just like it. However, I didn't feel that way at all about the Short-Straw Bride! It was a new and intriguing story line and I enjoyed the read. Karen Witemeyer is a great story teller and I look forward to reading more of her books in the future.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">This is what the publisher has to say about the story:</span><br />
No one steps on Archer land. Not if they value their life. But when Meredith Hayes overhears a plot to burn the Archer brothers off their ranch, a long-standing debt compels her to take the risk.<br />
Years of constant vigilance hardens a man. Yet when Travis Archer comes across a female trespasser with the same vivid blue eyes as the courageous young girl he once aided, he can't bring himself to send her away. And when an act of sacrifice leaves her injured and her reputation in shreds, gratitude and guilt prompt him to attempt to rescue her once again.<br />
Despite the fact that Travis is no longer the gallant youth Meredith once dreamed about, she vows to stand by his side. But will love ever be hers? Or will Travis always see her as merely a short-straw bride?"<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Are you intrigued yet? I was! This is a great, quick read. Be sure to check it out on Amazon or Christianbooks.com!</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">{Disclaimer: I received a free copy of this book from Bethany House in exchange for an honest review. All opinions presented herein are my own.}</span></em></div>
Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-62379932598437210542012-07-12T18:45:00.003-07:002012-08-15T10:14:35.465-07:00Update On The Health Front<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I have found it really hard lately to do updates on my health issues. Originally one of the big reasons I started this blog was to talk about Kidney Failure and hopefully to promote the need for living kidney donors. There are thousands of people out in the world waiting for a kidney transplant and most of the public doesn't seem to understand the severity of kidney failure and the horribleness of a life spent waiting on dialysis. But while living this disease every day I find that I don't always want to talk more about it because it can bring on feelings (such as resentment and frustration) I don't want to cater to. So if my health postings are sporadic, that might be the reason.<br />
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But to give the real update I am still keeping on... I am off peritoneal dialysis for the time being and doing my hemodialysis treatments in center three times a week. Hemodialysis is tough, I feel sick after treatments and the schedule really makes it difficult to lead a normal life. I can't make long term plans or go away for the weekend without missing a treatment. I am still believing God for his mercy and healing!</div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-873561654325469972012-07-03T23:55:00.000-07:002012-07-03T23:55:56.027-07:00Still on Hemodialysis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">At the end of May I posted about the peritoneal dialysis fluid leaking through a hole in my diaphragm underneath my right lung. I haven't posted much since then because frankly I've been on a roller coaster physically. Right before leaving the hospital on May 25th my Nephrologist took me off of Peritoneal Dialysis and arrangements where made for me to start hemodialysis (part of that process was having an IJ catheter placed into the main artery that goes directly to my heart).<br />
(You can check out the post<u> </u><a href="http://familylifeandesrd.blogspot.com/2012/05/chest-pain-and-hospital-stay-post-2.html" target="_blank">here</a><u>. ) </u> For two weeks after my hospital stay I did hemodialysis exclusively. Then about mid June my Nephrologist decided it was time to start adding peritoneal dialysis back slowly. We started at 1000 liter fills for a week, then 1500 liter fills for a week, each week followed up with a chest xray. Then on Friday the 29th the Dr upped it to 2000 liter fills. And that's when it started.... the next morning I went to dialysis, came home and was exhausted. My mother called and said she and my step dad needed help at the garden so we packed up the family and headed over there. I picked raspberries for about 30 minutes then couldn't stand to be on my feet anymore. I went to the van and slept until everyone was done. We went home and I took some pain pills and went to bed. The next morning I got up determined to go to church. If I remember correctly I told my 16 yr old son that I was going to church whether he had to carry me there or not. Ignore the mental picture.... lol. 20 minutes later I realized I was too sick to go. My lungs hurt, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to lean over. I was nauseous and had no energy. I slept the whole day. <br />
Monday morning I had my scheduled xray and after hours of waiting in the Dr's office I was told what I already new.... fluid under my right lung, again. My Dr told me he wanted to take me off PD (peritoneal dialysis) for a week, take an xray next Monday and if the fluid has reabsorbed we will try again with 1700 liter fills this time. I'm praying this hole heals itself and quick. My body is exhausted. Half of 2012 is gone and I've spent the entire 6 months of it being sick. This wouldn't be so bad if I was an old single cat lady (no offense to any elderly people with chronic disease, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes either) but being a wife and mother of three kids... well, I feel like life is slipping away. <br />
Please Lord heal this hole in my diaphragm and let me return to doing PD. I am tired of feeling sick most of the time. This post <a href="http://familylifeandesrd.blogspot.com/2012/05/second-hemo-treatment.html" target="_blank">here</a> accurately describes the symptoms and how I feel about 50-70% of the time after a hemodialysis treatment. On the flip side of it I want to be content and find a way to strive with whatever the future is. If I have to stay on hemodialysis then I pray for the patience, resilience and grace to get through every single day and to accomplish what I need to on a day to day basis.</div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-63973083614529508982012-07-03T18:52:00.001-07:002012-07-03T18:53:13.298-07:00Reflections on Writing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I often think of posts to write, narrating in my head exactly what I want to say and how I will say it. My mind seems to constantly be going so for me its not hard to think on what I'd like to share. But often reality gets in the way and I don't share even a quarter of what I wanted to. My goal on this blog is not to write a post a day, that would be such a difficult achievement to reach and I can see burn out ahead of I attempted that. Instead I just want to share once or twice a week when time permits. Sometimes I've wondered if having such a multi-topic blog would repel people. There are so many wonderful blogs out there. I love to read the homeschooling blogs, the homestead blogs, the adoption blogs, the large family blogs and the list could go on and on. But how can I keep my blog to just one topic when my life is not? Its not one topic, its many. One thing I don't want to do as a mom is compare myself to other moms because it just wouldn't be fair. And in a sense it isn't right to compare my blog to others either.<br />
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I started out just wanting to share my thoughts and feelings regarding dialysis but as a homeschooling mom I want to share that aspect of our lives also. Unfortunately there is not a lot of homeschooling going on these days and the health issues just seem to take over. So for now I will just keep doing what I am doing. Posting when I can, sharing whats relevant at the moment and working on letting God lead my thoughts, my posts and my words. </div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-26248102298304961492012-07-01T22:19:00.004-07:002012-08-05T19:21:18.085-07:00Introducing....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our newest family member, Fluffington Braveheart I (the 1st)! Now I have to say that I had no plans to add any new additions to our family. We already had two cats and one of them needs to go to a new home without children. But... on to our story of the new family addition.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was a cold and rainy afternoon.... my sister had just come home from work and she stopped over to say hi. As we were sitting and chatting she happened to mention that while she was getting her mail she heard some excessive meowing from the bushes behind the mail boxes. I was instantly concerned and asked her "what if its hurt?". Her response was that she was afraid it was some 'creepy' guy hiding in the bushes waiting to abduct her and so she wasn't about to go searching for it. I rolled my eyes in exasperation and said "well I'll go look for it". And since I was not afraid in the least that there was some creepy guy hiding in the bushes, I bundled up the boys and down the road we walked in the drizzle to the mailboxes. Soon as we reached our destination I could hear the meowing. Whoever it was was very upset/scared or hurt. I started to search through the bushes for the sound, but it took me about 5 minutes until I saw who was crying and what I saw melted my heart! A sweet, precious little orange and white fluff ball about 6 weeks old. Of course we brought him home and fed him, he was sooo hungry but in surprisingly good shape. Then the boys started asking what we were going to name him. At first I kept saying "nothing, because we aren't keeping him!". But eventually that changed into "well... I don't know what we should name him..." So now we are a three cat family! lol </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A corner view of the cabin including a bed full of dress up clothes for the kids to try on.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is an outside view of the cabin, as you can see it is huge. It was made large purposelly so they could fit in large groups of people. There were other smaller cabins on the property that we were able to go into to see how the pioneers lived in smaller homes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We found an egg, it was hiding under a chicken. Imagine that?! lol</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They had some of the tamest chickens I've ever seen....</td></tr>
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</div></div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-3707973303066651722012-05-29T21:38:00.001-07:002012-07-03T23:35:04.876-07:00Second Hemo Treatment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Today was my second day of hemodialysis. Saturday I had my first treatment and it went alright although it was nerve wracking with all the strange beeping on the machines. Also, one of the workers who unhooked me from the machine at the end, did not wear his mask. This is so dangerous and I've worried about it all weekend. Not worried that anything was wrong with me, but just worried because I did not stand up for myself properly. I won't make that mistake next time.<br />
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Todays treatment was a lot easier emotionally, but horrible physically. I limped out of the center at the end because I got horrible muscle cramps in my shins. I made sure to eat something right away and I was alright for about an hour then I started sweating, feeling shaky, confused and nauseous. I pretty much felt this way the entire rest of the day. As soon as we got home I crawled into bed and slept... and thats where I am headed back to in a few minutes. </div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-47976751294661405382012-05-28T19:51:00.000-07:002012-05-28T19:51:00.785-07:00Ferry Boat Ride and Gig Harbor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Today the whole family, including my Dad and Sister took a ferry boat ride from Fauntleroy to South... (something... ) and then drove to Gig Harbor. It was very windy and chilly on the ferry, but beautiful! It has been about two years since we were last on a ferry boat and Kaleb couldn't even remember what a ferry was. <br />
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After the ferry ride we drove for a ways and saw some signs for a park called Long Lake, where we stopped and let the boys play and eat their lunch.<br />
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After the short trip across (about 20 minutes) we drove through Gig Harbor and stopped for lunch at Kelly's Cafe. We were going to eat at the Red Rooster restaurant but they told us they were under staffed and it would be an hour wait! Kelly's was a great choice. Good food and delicious ice cream! Although Kirby, the lover of cookies, had a huge cookie insteads of ice cream. <br />
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All in all it was a beautiful and pleasant day! <br />
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In the few hours I've been home my poor little Kirby has cried several times and we have laid hands on him for healing. He is having some re-accuring leg pain but so far that is the only symptom and I am continuing to believe in God for his healing touch (I wrote a post a few months back about Kirby's fevers and leg pain).<br />
I'm thankful for my family and happy to be out of the hospital!</div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-58799516289320819712012-05-26T02:43:00.001-07:002012-05-26T02:43:35.909-07:00Current Homeschooling Plan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So this ratty teddy bear doesn't really have anything to do with home school... other than he's always here and very very loved by one little boy! (Kirby)</td></tr>
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Things have been a little up in the air due to my health issues and also due to lack of finances as my husband has been out of work since December. Originally my goal was to start Kaleb on more of a regular curriculum when he turned 5 years old in May. Last fall I bought him a few items to work on, this is what we tried:<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><u>PS: For those people who are against educating children too early, please be sure to read to the bottom of this post as I do touch on that subject.</u></span><br />
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<strong><em>Before Five in a Row</em></strong> (Mainly reading the book a few times during the week and trying to do some activities but not always so successfully)<br />
<strong><em>Apologia Zoology 3</em></strong> (I would just read a few pages at a time)<br />
<em><strong>What your Kindergartner</strong> needs to know</em> (In steads of being a guide on what to teach your kids, this book actually has specific things to teach them. It has a section on pretty much everything, math, geology/history/social studies, music, art, etc) - Basically I would pick something from this book and go over it a few times a week.<br />
<strong>Reading/Language Arts</strong> - I put a LOT of focus, prior to getting so sick, into reading reading reading. My goal was to read more living books and Bible stories than anything else. I figured if I didn't get anything done in a week but to read to them, it was OK. I also got different books on tape from the library and Kaleb and Kirby both enjoyed listening to those.<br />
<em>Teach your child to read in 100 easy lessons</em> - To be honest 100 lessons is a lot for me and Kaleb is a smart boy, I think he could learn to read sooner so we might try something else as at this point we've only gotten to lesson 8.<br />
<strong>Bible </strong>- For Christmas my whole family (My Dad, Mom/Step dad and Sister) blessed us by each buying one set of the <em>Your Story Hour Cd's</em>, we ended up with 4 sets. The sicker I got the more Kaleb was allowed to listen to these Cd's, they are wonderful and I listened to them as a child! I have no experience with the History Cd's they sell but I'm sure they are wonderful and someday I would like to be able to buy those to try out. Here's my post from a few months back on the <a href="http://familylifeandesrd.blogspot.com/2011/12/your-story-hour-bible-comes-alive.html" target="_blank"><em>Your Story Hour</em></a>.<br />
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Once I am able to buy new curriculum we will be tweaking things a bit and adding some new things. One main thing is I have finally decided I will be teaching the boys Latin first, and then move on to Spanish as they get older. The other thing that is important to me is to teach them about classical music and composers, that's something I didn't get much of as a child and I think it is important for them. <br />
The plan is to home school year round with natural breaks in between as life guides us. Also, Kaleb is still young and really doesn't need a formal education yet. I am trying to nurture a love for learning so even though I listed 'set' curriculum above, I go with his flow... if he is resistant, we do something else. The biggest issue is hand writing. I really feel he should be practicing writing his alphabet at this age, but he hates it. I am not quite sure yet if it would be better to drop it all together until he is closer to age 7 or until he doesn't resist it (whichever comes first). It is so important to me that my kids develop a love for learning. I also encourage and insist that they spend a LOT of time outdoors playing and exploring, which they do. Just last week my husband and I and Kaleb and Kirby were walking down the road looking for ants and other cool bugs when a local city utility worker who was apparently watching us says "Science class?" to which I replied "yes, exactly!". lol<br />
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</div><div align="center"></div>Now on to the subject of Kyle's school work (cringe).<br />
Kyle, 16 yrs old and a Junior in High school: <br />
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Here is what the plan was for 2011/2012 curriculum:<br />
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My Fathers World Ancient History (this covers language arts, Bible and History)<br />
Apologia Biology<br />
Teaching Textbooks Geometry<br />
Spelling (two semesters of spelling, I can't remember the name of the books at the moment)<br />
Health Class - two semesters of online health class through Horizon<br />
Rosetta Stone Spanish <br />
Probably something else I'm forgetting at the moment <br />
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In steads of what you see above, what has mainly happened is the My Fathers World Curriculum and the spelling. Unfortunately due to all my health problems, Kyle has gotten behind in his schoolwork. He did start to get behind before we found out I was sick as well...staying on target is hard for him and he gets distracted easily which is a BIG reason why traditional school was not working. I think school at home actually is working better. He knows that he might be graduating late at this point, but he seems to be alright with that and I think it is better than pushing pushing pushing and making him so frustrated about graduating that he quits. Because we did not start homeschooling until his 9th grade year, the normal habits that most home school kids develop haven't quite developed yet. Such as being more self motivated.<br />
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</div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-86737093715332390442012-05-25T09:36:00.002-07:002012-05-25T21:04:32.106-07:00Chest pain and a hospital stay - post #2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So a few days ago I posted about how and why I ended up in the hospital. Currently I have spent 4 nights in the hospital and since my last post I have had a total of 6 chest x-rays, two thoracentesis's, surgery on my left arm fistula, and a cat scan. And a lot of other issues inbetween.... lol. Over the last few days my Nephrologist tried a few 'tricks' to reduce the fluid under the lung, such as only putting one liter of fluid in my abdomen insteads of two. Unfortunatly that plan didn't work and during my thoracentesis on Thursday they pulled out one litre of fluid from under my right lung, more than what was pulled out the first time.<br />
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</div><div align="center"></div>The current end result is that I have been removed from doing Peritoneal Dialysis (PD) and today (supposedly before noon) they are placing a direct line into my chest. This will serve as a temporary access for doing hemodialysis. In a few weeks my fistula on my left arm should be ready and then the direct line access can be removed. My Doctor is also hoping that the hole in my diaphragm (which is what has caused the fluid to leak) will heal itself over the next few weeks so that I can return to doing PD. I did talk to my Doctor and let him know that if there is anything humanly possible (including surgery) I am willing to do it so that I can keep doing PD. As I've tried to explain in other posts, although I'm not sure if I've been able to make it make sense, Peritoneal Dialysis is a lot better for me than Hemodialysis will be. With PD I have a lot more freedom, sure its an every day thing but its mainly at night and so it allows me to feel good during most days, and to spend quality time with my family. Quality as in feeling good and being active. The issue with Hemodialysis is that it is done in center and takes 4-6 hours three times a week. The process of hemodialysis is very hard on the body and patients usually spend a lot of time feeling sick. My main concern has been not being able to be the mother I want to be. I want to continue to teach my children at home and that could change if I was on HD permanently. <br />
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If you would like more information on what the different types of Dialysis entail, please check out these links: <br />
<a href="http://www.davita.com/treatment-options/choosing-the-right-treatment/what-are-my-dialysis-choices?/t/5415">http://www.davita.com/treatment-options/choosing-the-right-treatment/what-are-my-dialysis-choices?/t/5415</a><br />
<a href="http://everything.explained.at/Dialysis/">http://everything.explained.at/Dialysis/</a><br />
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And if you've ever considered being a live donor and donating one of your kidneys to a person in need, check out these sites: <br />
<a href="http://www.kidney.org/transplantation/beadonor.cfm">http://www.kidney.org/transplantation/beadonor.cfm</a><br />
<a href="http://www.livingdonorsonline.org/kidney/kidney2.htm">http://www.livingdonorsonline.org/kidney/kidney2.htm</a></div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-89150959996176740222012-05-22T11:10:00.001-07:002012-05-22T11:11:18.379-07:00Chest pain and a hospital stay<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Starting Friday I noticed pain in my chest, it got increasingly worse throughout the weekend. It was hard to breathe and bending over or changing position made it more difficult to breathe and often resulted in coughing. On Saturday I called the PD (Peritoneal Dialysis) clinic and talked to one of the on call nurses. The nurse I talked to felt that the discomfort was most likely due to an overload of fluid and that I should try to remove the fluid by increasing the dialysis solution (using a higher concentrate of dialysite will draw out more fluid). During Saturday and Sunday I increased the strength of fluid, using 2.5% solution on the cycler at night and during manual exchanges. I successfully pulled off extra fluid but when I woke up Monday morning I noticed the discomfort in my chest was a lot worse and it felt like my lungs hurt. If I bent over even a tiny bit it was painful. I called the PD clinic again and talked to another nurse who told me to go to the ER. When I got there the ER Doctor ordered an EKG, blood work and a chest xray.<br />
What they found was fluid underneath my right lung. I was taken upstairs to have a procedure called a Thoracentesis. I had to sit on the edge of a bed, a Doctor numbed my back with lidocaine and inserted a catheter between my ribs on the right side and then drew out the fluid. The process was relatively simple although highly stressful (when I don't know what to expect I get very nervous... and I really don't like needles!). One of the nurses asked me if I wanted to see the fluid and I said yes... it was a large glass jar similar in size to a quart mason jar and it was 3/4's full... for a total of 900 ml that was extracted from underneath my lung. <br />
The fluid was submitted for tests so that they could figure out where the fluid was coming from. If the fluid is dialysite that means that there is a leak in my diaphragm allowing fluid to get under the lungs. If the fluid was not dialysite, just regular fluid than that would mean I was under fluid 'overload' and we would need to increase my dialysis.<br />
Last night I spent the night in the hospital and this morning my Nephrologist came to visit me. He told me he thinks that the liquid is most likely dialysite that is leaking through a hole in my diaphragm. He said that this happens to only 1% of patients. They are going to keep me on PD (peritoneal dialysis) throughout the day and night (yes, another night in the hospital) and do another chest xray today and tomorrow. If more fluid builds up under the lung that will indicate to my Doctor that it is dialysite. If it is dialysite they will remove me from PD and I will have to switch to doing Hemodialysis. Since my fistula (the vein and artery that were connected in my upper arm to create a large access for doing hemodialysis) is not ready that means they will insert a catheter into the main artery in my chest for hemodialysis until the fistula is ready. The issue with the chest catheter is it has a higher risk of infection due to the fact that it is a direct access to your heart (so any bacteria traveling through it would be lethal). You also can not shower with this type of access.<br />
The Doctor is also scheduling surgery to have my fistula brought closer to the surface of the arm (I have deep veins). Their thinking is while I am in the hospital they might as well get the surgery taken care of. Makes sense to me, although I dislike surgery and don't recover as easily as I wish I would.<br />
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I will update again when I know more. In the mean time we are praying for complete healing and I am trusting the Lord to take care of me!</div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-53999529071442623132012-05-20T00:25:00.000-07:002012-05-20T00:25:01.089-07:00The Potassium Supplement Has Arrived<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">A few days ago I posted my losing battle with potassium. After several weeks of struggling to get my potassium levels to an acceptable range I finally admitted defeat and told my nurse I would take the supplement. Thanks to the magic of the phone and mailed prescriptions, that supplement has arrived, already. What I was expecting was a pill that I would take once or twice a day along with my other rapidly expanding array of meds. Well, thats not what I got. Oh no. What I received was little packets of 'powder' that say to add to water and take..... FOUR times a day! Yes, you read that right. FOUR times a day. Someone please tell me how a busy mother of three who has a horrible memory to begin with is going to take a supplement four times a day? I honestly cried when I read those instructions... but it was a rough day physically so I think I'm allowed the tears. </div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734423601921509724.post-50427639633767004992012-05-19T11:58:00.000-07:002012-05-19T11:58:33.299-07:00Nothing like a slap of reality to keep you on your toes....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Friday night I spent a pleasant dinner with my sister, dad and my Aunt Susan who came to visit us for the week from Boise, Idaho. When I got home in the evening it was pretty late and I went to hook up to the cycler (dialysis machine) for the evening. When I walked into the room, my husband had set up the machine for me and it was all ready to go. Right as I was about to start the hook up process (this includes proper hand washing procedures, putting on a mask, using hand sanitizer, etc) I noticed that one of my cats was sitting by the drain cord coming from the machine. Issue number one... the cats can NOT be in the room when I am doing dialysis due to the risk of infection if they decided to bite a cord. I stood there staring at the cat because I just had this odd feeling. Right then Jeremy came into the room to throw the cat out and I decided to check the cord that had been near the cat... sure enough, he had bit the cord. We removed the cat from the room (after I gave him a big talking to... yes, the cat) and my loving husband had to throw out the two bags of fluid and all the cords and set the machine up all over again (the set up process takes about 20 minutes). <br />
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I must admit I thanked God for the angels watching out for me... that was really a scary moment because I knew how serious it would have been if I had NOT seen the cat before I started the machine or if I had not checked the cord. For those that might not be aware, dialysis is a very tricky process and there is a high risk of infection. Dialysis patients can die from the infections if they aren't caught in time and/or it can cause scarring on the inside and the patient has to switch to doing hemodialysis (there are a lot of reasons why having to switch to hemo would be bad).<br />
Once the machine was set up, I hooked up and went through the initial drain process (this is where the machine drains all fluid that is inside). After the drain, the first fill is supposed to start, but insteads an alarm went off on the machine that said "check heater line". The next 30 minutes were spent trying to figure out what on earth was wrong with the heater line. Jeremy checked every inch of cord on the machine and we couldn't find any problems. So finally I realized I had to call Baxter, which is the company that manufactures the machine. Lucky for us they have 24 hour staff to answer and troubleshoot any problems. The gentleman on the phone was very friendly and walked me through the process of checking the cords and trying several different things. Finally he determined that we needed to.. start all over... again. So for the third time that night, my sweet, loving husband set up the machine for me. It wasn't until midnight that I was finally able to crawl into bed and sleep. </div>Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15620539051457541052noreply@blogger.com0