Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I'm Alive, I haven't fell off the face of the Earth.

Yes I'm alive, no I didn't fall of the face of the Earth and the plot thickens... my darling Soldier only did part of his deployment.

Last I left you, I had moved to the new house and was dealing with and getting into the swing of my husband was deployed, I just did a move by myself, I now had 2 kids in school not 1 and besides the every two month my hubby was gone for some sort of school and training it had been five years since the last deployment, five years and 2 more kids later, it was here the deployment had begun, he was in Germany for some more training and preparations before heading to Kosovo.

We were settled in, the kids had gotten into the swing of daddy was gone, he would call when he could but we were just fine on our own. We laughed together, we cried together, but we were together and clung to each other and life was going on. Then someone hit the brakes..I guess in a way I did.

For the past year I had been in extreme pain, I had been having severe girly issues and yet like I always do, like I'm sure many wives and moms do I pushed it aside, because I could manage. My soldier and kids needed me, I had too much to do, too many things going on and too many depending on me to be sick. Not me, I have super powers or so I thought, but my own body was my kryptonite.

End of October, when I was in so much pain I couldn't get out of the bath tub and had let things go enough that I was pale and anemic I made a Dr.'s appointment, and then the chaos really began.

Test, exams, blood work, more tests, ultra sound, a lump here, tenderness there, the whole time, when hubby calls on Skype I act like nothing is wrong. You don't worry a soldier who's away. Well, that was my plan anyway. My new Dr. had different ideas, such as beginning of Nov. I'm scheduled for Thanksgiving time a hysterectomy, as well as other stuff, because tests results showed the presence of pre-cancer cells, and some tests aren't reliable because my Endo. would interfere with the results. So I was warned that this was a very serious, very high risk surgery, not able to give me a full idea of what to expect because there was no way of knowing till she got in there how bad it was. Then depending on what she found would determine treatments to follow after surgery. BAM! I just had a complete bomb dropped on my lap. What happened next was so quick and fluid I didn't have time to full grasp it until I was at the airport late one night with my soldier holding me, telling me we'd get through this. My Dr. had sent a Red Cross request and his command had decided best he's home, and that was that, they handled it all, he was home for the rest of the deployment.

I had the surgery and it went well, after waiting for results, I'm cancer free. It took a long while to heal. More was needed than just a hysterectomy, so I had a long recovery ahead of me, but with my support sisters (military wives) and my family beside me I did fine.

That was Thanksgiving this is just after Easter. I am off all my restrictions, I am pretty much back to normal. After helping the family do some Spring cleaning on the yard I did discover I'm not able to shovel and lift and push and pull completely yet. I'm optimistic though.

So... there ya go. Now I'll get back to our regularly, errr try to be regular scheduled blog.

Be thankful everyday for what you have, hold your children and family close, you never know when a single Dr. appt could change the entire outlook and attitude you have in life.

Monday, September 21, 2009

The move, 4H feeder lamb and the fair all the same weekend

I said I would so here it is...

The last weekend of August is when our count
y fair is. Which in my house means all the training and chores and work my now 9 year old son has been doing with his spring lamb will be put to the test.

4H..it's a great organization, my husband and I as has our families before us have all been a part of this group. It's part of being a farm kid. It's right up there with chores before school, not afraid of mud on your jeans and laughing at city folks who snicker and laugh when the male anatomy of cattle and horses show, oh I don't know, I always get a chuckle out of the women walking through the barns in flip flops or heels and then grumbling they stepped in poop.

This was my oldest cowboybaby's first year and 4H and he's been working with his lamb since late spring. First bottle feeding it, then getting it used to him, teaching it to walk on a lead...that is funny on its, own lambs can be very very stubborn, eventually to be able to lead it around by it's head, for the most part. Oh, and getting it sheared before the fair..poor little bald thing.

The Fair was here before I knew what hit me. He was at the fair everyday, with our 4H advisor and her daughter, while I'm back home packing and cleaning a house, chasing after my other two tots and trying to keep my head from popping off with the stress of the task ahead of me.

Friday rolls around, the day before the move I might
add, and it's time to go in the show ring and show the little critter...the lamb, Spot...yeah he named it. It's a weather or whether I don't remember the spelling, that means it's a male with no uhm balls. OK we are adults hear I can say that without snickering right. He did great, walked around the ring, set it up to show, had his pretty, mostly clean white shirt on and guess what blue ribbon. He didn't get grand champion or best of show or anything, can't say I really expected him to, but blue ribbon means he can take it to the premium sale.

So yes, it all worked out very well. He followed though, he worked hard, did his best and learned the lesson that I was going for..Hard work and dedication will pay off in the long run. A blue ribbon to be proud of hanging on the wall and the good feeling that you did a great job.

No Spot is not possessed, the lighting in the sale barn was not the best.