Tuesday, February 17, 2015

The one where I ramble

I've been binge watching Friends on Netflix.

 (Does the blog title give it away?)

Can you imagine if Joey were president?


I am thinking about getting my hair cut, really short.  Not because I think I would look cute with that cut but because "wash and go" is super enticing right now, anything to make life simpler.  Because life really hasn't been that simple lately.

Ross is exceptionally annoying
and whiny most of the time.
Except when he is wearing leather pants.

Losing my mom, two uncles and a grandmother in six months, interspersed with kids dealing with depression, suicide attempts, trips to therapy, life and family changing revelations, some worrisome weight loss, and three of four children now with jobs, are all things that tend to lend to complications.

Not exaggerating. I wish I was exaggerating, but nope.

Phoebe cracks me up
and I love her outlook on life.
Sometimes I wish I could be more like her.

I get up and go to work, come home and all I want to do is nothing.  I've made it through "The Gilmore Girls" on Netflix.

Side note: How cool would it be if the writers of that show would write dialog for me?
That would be amazing.

Now I've moved on to "Friends".  Maybe I'll follow that up with "Lost".

I need Monica to live next door and be my friend.
(except for that whole being a massive competitor thing)
That way she can come and clean my house...
She totally would want to.

My house isn't a total wreck but it sure isn't clean.  Monica would have a heyday.  Dishes and laundry are never ending, as usual, but I can't seem to find the energy to keep on top of it.  (Not that I was super good at that before the complications.)

Mom's house still needs to be cleaned and put on the market. The garages still need to be gone through. I still have things of hers that need to be delivered to my siblings, things that have been sitting in my house for months.  I can do things in fits and spurts but any prolonged ability to cope with more than what title to watch next is pretty much non-existent.

Chanandlar Bong cracks me up but sometimes...
his humor can be mean.
And he's slightly homophobic.

I used to make dinner on a regular basis. Now? Not so much.  And I feel bad about that. In fact one doctor asked if we were eating healthy and I had to laugh.
 Eating?  Yes.
 Healthy? No.
Trying to get figure out what to have for dinner and have the energy to fix that as soon as I walk in the door from work? That just isn't happening.  I dread hearing the phrase "What's for dinner?" It takes all I have not to go completely ballistic on the person who is unlucky enough to utter those three dreaded words.

I don't have a whole lot to say about Rachel.
She is pretty focused on herself.

But Tom Seleck? Those dimples.
He is fine.  Still is at 70.
How is he 27 years older than me?

I have gained back the weight that I lost (no the concerning weight loss isn't mine).  And it's making itself known through lovely plantar faciitis, heartburn and heart palpitations.  I need to exercise.  My head knows this.  My body is basically yelling at me to get moving.  I know that when I do exercise I am happier.

I need to view exercise as my anti-depressant pill because, it truly is.  I know I am depressed.  I just have to read through this post to convince me, if nothing else will. But actually dragging myself out of bed at 5 a.m. to get to the rec center???

A gratitude journal would probably be helpful as well and yet I don't write things down.  Why?  Because I feel like the things that I have to be grateful for aren't as great as what other people have to be grateful for.

How lame is that?
Super lame, I tell ya.

And usually I'm not about comparing myself with others but for some reason in that area I am.
I am looking into why that is...kind of.

What I really love about Friends
is that they are SO good about being there for each other.
And when they fall short they own up to it.
And then they forgive one another and they move on,
and they remain friends.

Also they really make me laugh.
Especially  Phoebe and Joey.

I know that everyone has things that they are going through.  Other people have lost loved ones, spouses.  There are those out there who are battling their own demons.   Some have debilitating diseases both mental and physical.  Some have children who are fighting to survive, others have lost children.   There are marriages out there that are crumbling and couples that are doing their best to keep it together.  Some of those marriages are no longer.  People are out of work and hungry.
There is SO much happening, to everyone.

And again that "comparison" comes creeping in and so I share some, but not all of what is going on and I put on a "Good Face" because that's what I do. I love this poem by Shel Silverstein.  He puts it perfectly...

I need to say that the people in my life are wonderful.  My husband, my kids, my family and my friends have been truly supportive and I am so thankful for them, for putting up with me and loving me through all of this.  I don't know where I would be without them.

Probably in a much worse place than sitting on the couch binge watching "Friends".

Friday, November 14, 2014


The struggle is real. That's a phrase that kids (at least my kids) are throwing around these days.  This last little while it's been pretty true to life for me.

The struggle is real.

I have been struggling with a deep down sadness.  A feeling that is relatively foreign to me.  In general I am, or have been, a fairly upbeat, happy person and I have noticed over the past few years a steady decline in my outlook on life.  And I am unsure why.

I don't even really want to write about it but who knows, maybe it will help to put some of it out there.

Wednesday was a pretty low day.  We have been considering selling our house and moving to a larger home.  I had even begun packing up the "craft/junk" room.  We also had our house and a storage shed painted, and were looking to do some other "fix it up" projects in preparation to sell.

To be honest with you I never thought we would move.  I grew up a block and a half away from where we live now.  We did have plans to build on to our home when my mom moved in with us.  It looked like we would be adding on to our home fairly quickly and that would make things more comfortable for everyone.  We planned on installing a walk-in tub for my mom and I had "drawn up" some plans of what I felt would work to give us the extra space that we would need.  After getting excited about the prospect of this happening sooner rather than later, we found that financially it would be better for us to do it later rather than sooner.  Plans for an addition were pushed four years out.

I know that doesn't seem like a long time, four years, big deal!  But for me, it was. I have wanted to add on for a long time and Tyran never really was on board, finally he was.  Mom was moving in our house is small on space as it is.  I was very angry and sad and I cried.

It ended up being a good thing because we would have been in the middle of everything, or at least at the very beginning when my mom passed away.

With the death of my mom I felt something shift inside.  Something that said "It's time to move on." So I suggested to Ty that we look into buying something bigger instead of doing the addition. I was both excited and scared at this prospect, but more excited.  Our home isn't very large and I was looking forward to getting into a larger place. So were the kids (I haven't had the chance to tell them yet and I am not looking forward to it.)

It wasn't like we were thinking of moving far away.  We still wanted to stay in town so that the kids wouldn't have their lives totally disrupted. On Wednesday Ty messaged me saying that the price of our home on Zillow had dropped and had been dropping for some time and that he didn't think that we should move any time soon.

That message was so hard to read.  It felt like before with the pushing back of the timeline on the remodel.  Like I had been offered something amazing only to have it snatched away just as I reached for it.

And I feel guilty.  Guilty for feeling this way. Our home is a nice home and I am thankful for it.

And I miss my mom, she feels further away now.  And I miss my dad.  And I miss my sister.

And the holidays are coming up.  People are asking about family traditions and every time that discussion comes up my heart just breaks and the tears start to flow.

And there's just so much more going on that is too personal to really put out here.

 I feel so overwhelmed by every. little. thing.

Wednesday night was also our Relief Society Holiday dinner.  I was feeling pretty down heading to the dinner after getting the information about us not moving.  In fact, after the opening announcements I was trying to come up with a way to make an early exit in the most gracious way that I could so I wouldn't have a break down and have to leave in a flurry of tears. And then I was asked to give the closing prayer and I said yes.  Heaven knows why I said yes, but I did.

We had a wonderful speaker who spoke to us about being strong and positive and using our challenges to grow and learn.  She spoke to us about things that she had been through, breast cancer, a radical mastectomy loss of her husband's job, running for a council office and trying to push through some sensitive legislation.  All of these things combining at the same time for her "Perfect Storm".  As I sat and listened to her I knew what she was saying was good advice.  Wise words from someone who had been through her storm and come through the other side...

You are strong.
You can control your attitude.
You can choose to be happy.
It's takes more work to be miserable than it does to be joyful.
Be grateful for what you have.
Gratitude will make things easier.

I know all of these things, I try to practice all of these. On Wednesday, however, I felt that I was failing miserably at all of those things.  I said the closing prayer thanking Heavenly Father for the message that was shared and asking that we would be able to take it and bring it into our hearts and our lives. I helped with the clean up, drove home, got ready for bed and knelt down to pray and I cried.  Cried out to my Father in Heaven. Then I climbed into bed with my husband and he asked me what I was thinking.

All I could say, in between sobs, was that I was sad.  And that I felt guilty and ungrateful for feeling this way.

Thursday, wasn't as bad as Wednesday, although I was very tired and did not feel really well.  I came home from work, made dinner and went to my bed to pass out so I could drive Ty up to the airport later on that night.  He is in Florida for the next ten days.

Today is a little bit better.  I had the morning off work to take George to a Dr.'s appointment and so I went and played volleyball after I dropped him off at school.  I had a very real struggle even getting there.  There are so many things that need to be done at the house that I almost didn't go. Walking into that "craft/junk" room and not knowing where to begin putting things back gave me such anxiety that I almost crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over my head until it was time for me to go back into work.

I was struggling. Hard.  But I didn't give in. Even when I (still) couldn't find both of my knee pads, and even when I had to search a good ten minutes to find my workout pants (that almost sent me over the edge). I didn't give in.  I made it to play volleyball with a great group of strong women, who had no idea how much they helped me. And the sadness subsided for a couple of hours.  Though towards the end I could feel it working its way back to the surface.

I know that I am not alone in this.  Everyone of us has something in their lives that is a struggle.  It may be sadness, anxiety, loneliness, dealing with the loss of a loved one, illness, relationship problems, problems with children and a million and one other things.

And I guess I just want you to know that you are not alone. It does and will get better even if it seems like the "better" is infinitesimal, it is still "better".

It is a struggle.

And, as my daughter says...

The struggle is real.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Always and Forever

This post is about my mom dying.

And that makes it one of the most difficult things on earth to blog about but I know that it needs to be done. I need to get it out before the details get too fuzzy but I've been procrastinating.  I don't know why.  Maybe because if I write it all out that makes it all the more real?  Maybe yes.  Maybe no.  Maybe I just don't know why.

My mom was 77 and her health hadn't been the greatest this past winter.  She had battled with some pretty harsh medical issues that had left her feeling depressed and a little bit defeated.  On top of those things she had scoliosis and severe arthritis in her feet that made it difficult for her to walk for some time.  She was living in the house where I grew up and that sits on a half an acre. It was very difficult for her to take care of the house and the yard and even though my siblings and I live close by it was difficult for us to go over and help out with the yard as much as was needed.

My husband I approached my mom about selling her home and moving in with our family.  I told her that it would totally be up to her but to think about it and pray about it and we would love to have her come and live with us. The decision was made and she was able to move in with us on May 23.  She kind of lived in between the two houses for most of the time because we were trying to get her house cleaned out.

Mom brought with her the most amazing spirit.  I am so thankful that I had the opportunity to feel that in my home.  Her wit and humor.  Her unconditional love.  She seemed to be doing really well and feeling better than she had in a very long time.  She was out and about driving her car and visiting her kids and grand kids. She and I went to the Strawberry Day's Rodeo.  Things were looking really good.

And then she and Jillian and I caught colds just before the 4th of July. She was coughing and just wasn't feeling well in general. She didn't go right into the doctor because she wasn't sure if it was viral or what so she waited about a week.  She couldn't get in to see her regular doctor so I took her in to Urgent Care where my family goes.  We filled out all of the paper work, me asking her health questions and filling things out. When we went to the room to see the PA he wanted to do an X-Ray of her chest because he could here some crackling.  An X-Ray was done.  The PA came in and said that, yes it looked like she had pneumonia, but there was also something else.  It looked like her lungs had a bunch of fibers in there that had been stretched and pulled. My mom looked up and said "Oh.  I have Pulmonary Fibrosis."  I remembered her telling me something about that a few years back and looking it up online. Angie also remembers the doctor saying that this disease is what she would die from.  I remember reading that there was no treatment and there was no cure.  I also remember not being super concerned about it.  The doctors didn't seem too concerned and neither did mom when she told me, so I guess we had all put it out of our minds.

They gave mom a shot and put her on some antibiotics and sent us home.  That was July 3rd.  On Sunday July 6th mom said that she felt really short of breath, especially when she would get up to walk just down the hall or to move about the house.  I told her that we needed to take her to the hospital but she didn't want to go, so I told her I would take her to InstaCare and see what they had to say.  She agreed to that and she slowly got dressed.  Just getting herself dressed was very tiring.  At InstaCare before they took us in to see the doctor they measured her oxygen levels, which were at 88, and informed us there was nothing that they could do and we needed to take her to the hospital.  By the time I drove from Lindon to American Fork, maybe a 15-20 minute drive (because I had to drop McKenna off at home first) her oxygen levels had dropped to 85 and the triage nurse immediately started her on oxygen.  I called my sister Angie on the way to the hospital and she said she and Russ would meet me there.

The ER was pretty crazy and we had to wait a bit before they could take us back.  Once they  had us in a room in ER they put an IV in and took some blood and started her on some IV antibiotics and stuff to get her hydrated a bit more.  She was fine if she was laying down but she had to get up at all it was almost too much.  They did another X-Ray on her there and then we waited.  It was getting late so mom told me to tell Angie and Russ to head home.  After a while the doctor came in to tell us that her sodium levels were really low.  So low, in fact, that she needed to be admitted to the ICU. Mom was not happy about that.  In the ICU room the doctor asked me how many liters of oxygen she was on at home and I said "None, she isn't on oxygen at home."  Which seemed to surprise him.  He said that one of the side effects of Pulmonary Fibrosis is that your sodium levels drop.  He said that it would take some time for them to get her levels of sodium up safely because if you bring them up too quickly that can be bad.  Brad and Roger came and gave mom a blessing and she sent us all home.

Angie and I went back to the hospital the next day and they said that she was doing really well and that her sodium levels had come up much more quickly than expected and they were transferring her to a regular room.  I headed to work and Angie stayed with mom.  We thought she might be coming home later on that day but the doctor said that he wanted to keep her one more day.  Tuesday came and Angie went over the hospital again while I went to work.  I drove over there after work and sat with mom while she had dinner.  She was sitting up and talking and joking and enjoying her dinner. I left that night thinking that I would be bringing mom back home on Wednesday.

I went to work Wednesday morning and I sent a text to Angie about 9:30 to see how mom was doing. I got side tracked and didn't see that  she had sent three texts back asking me to call her.  I called and Angie told me that mom was really weak.  Weaker than before.  They had been talking about sending her to a rehab facility but decided against it because when mom had got up to use the bathroom her oxygen levels had dropped into the 60's even while she was on oxygen.  Angie was very worried so I sent an email to my supervisor asking if I could get off work and go over to the hospital to be with her.

When I got there Angie said that doctor, a Dr. Sires had pulled her aside and said "I don't mean to make you sad but this is terminal."  He was very kind.  I just wish I had been there with her so she didn't have to take in that news all by herself.

They had been giving mom breathing treatments to help her breath better off and on through the night and that morning.  As the day wore on we could tell that things were not getting better.  They had her on 9 liters of oxygen but they wouldn't up it any higher because he lungs just weren't absorbing any and her sats were sitting in the high 70's low 80's. My sweet niece who lives in Canada sent me a message on Facebook saying that she wanted to call and have her kids talk with Gramma Norma so I gave her the direct number to the room and she was able to call and mom was able to listen to those sweet kids and talk with them just a little bit.

With everything that was happening Angie and I decided that we needed to call a family meeting so we got on the phone and told all of the siblings and their spouses to meet up at mom's house at 8 p.m.  I asked mom if there was anything that she wanted me to relay to everybody at the meeting.  She told me to tell them that she loved them and to tell them to love one another.

Before we left the hospital there was a shift change of the nurses.  At this time I think I was still hoping that mom would somehow pull through and she would be able to go into a rehab facility. As we spoke with one of the nurses she pulled us aside into an office and I asked her flat out if she thought mom was going to recover. She was not very optimistic and she tried to be as kind as possible as she told us that in her experience when people got to the point where mom was they usually didn't.  We told her we were having a family meeting and asked if she thought we should tell family to come over and talk to mom.  She said that if it was her she would.  We informed her that we had a very large family and wondered if that would be a problem, without hesitation she said let them come over.  She told us that they didn't have specific visiting hours and as long as we were quiet and respectful of the other patients people could come and go at any time.

I left the hospital and drove to mom's house.  We all gathered together in the living room and we sat on folding chairs because the house had been emptied out getting it ready to sell. We had a prayer and I proceeded to tell them that it did not look good for mom.  I know that it came as quite the shock.  It still hadn't sunk in with me either.  I told them that they needed to get a hold of their kids and have them come over and tell Gramma Norma that they loved her.  I didn't tell them to have them come and say goodbye because I still wanted to believe that this wasn't going to be a goodbye.

When we returned to the hospital we found that they had put her on a different oxygen mask one that had a bag attached and this along with another breathing treatment had brought her SATs back up into the low 90's. Which was wonderful because when we told people to come, come they did.  The grandchildren and the great grandchildren all that could showed up.  The hallway outside of her room was lined with folding chairs that the hospital staff provided for us.  The chairs in the small waiting area at the end of the hallway would fill and empty.  Those who loved her came and surrounded her bed, gave her hugs and whispered I love you's.  My sweet nephew, AJ, came with his ukulele and played and softly sang for her "Over The Rainbow / What A Wonderful World" in his beautiful voice.  And mom was able to enjoy them all.  Our family came and went until about midnight.

Angie, her daughter Kailee, Ty and I all claimed chairs in the small waiting area at the end of the hallway while the nurses gave mom some meds to help her sleep.  At about 1 or 2 am I moved from the waiting area to the chair in mom's room next to her bed.  I wanted to see if her sats were still up hoping against hope that they were.  They weren't.  They had dropped into the 80's.

 I asked the nurse for a warm blanket and settled down in the chair.   I didn't sleep much, just fitfully dozed in the chair for a while.  I have always been able to use music to calm me thankfully I had my iphone the Pandora app and the hospital provides free wi-fi so I opened up Pandora as the music began to play it was if the playlist had been created just for me in that very moment.  The very first song that began to play was an piano instrumental of "Time To Say Goodbye" and it was then I knew for sure.  I knew that mom wouldn't be coming home.

As Wednesday slowly turned to Thursday we watched and waited.  My brother Andy and two of his sons were working on a job in Vernal, Utah and we were sending him texts keeping him updated.  He asked in the early hours of the morning if we really thought that he needed to come.

I went in and sat by mom's bed.  And I said "Hey mom, I think that there are people waiting to meet you on the other side." and she popped her head up and said "So soon?"  And I said, "I don't know.  Maybe I'm wrong.  Maybe the doctor will tell us differently when he comes in." She answered with "Well, let's see what the dr. says."

I knew that mom did not want any extraordinary measures taken to prolong her life.  In fact we had just had conversations about it on Tuesday as I sat with her as she ate her dinner.  As we sat in the little waiting area that morning the breathing specialist came to speak with us.  I knew that the next step up from the current oxygen mask that they had on mom was a CPAP mask.  And that basically forces air into your lungs.  It is what they use before they intubate.  He asked if that was something that mom wanted and I told him that I wasn't sure.  He said that we needed to go and talk with mom and find out because before too long she would not be able to make that decision.

After that discussion with the breathing specialist the answer we sent to my brother was Yes, you need to come and you need to come quickly.  We also were trying to get word to mom's brother and her sister-in-law that if they wanted to come and say goodbye then they needed to come over quickly.

I then went back into mom's room and told her that they wanted to put her on the CPAP mask and asked her if that would be okay. She said yes she was willing to give it a try.  They put the mask on her and she was doing okay until she started to cough. (At this point she was coughing up phlegm and there was blood).  She took the mask off and said she couldn't keep it on because she needed to cough we put the other mask back on but her oxygen levels were falling.  The breathing specialist came in and asked why she didn't have the CPAP on and we explained about the coughing and he told us to just take it off when she coughed and then put it back on.

So we put the mask back on and I looked at mom and said "You realize that you aren't going to be with us for much longer, don't you?"  And she softly nodded her head yes.  I took her hand I told her what an amazing mother she was and how grateful I was that she was mine and I told her that I loved her.  I also asked her if she would like a blessing once Andy got there and she again, nodded yes.

A nurse came in and asked mom if there was anything that she would like and she said "Yes.  A Dr. Pepper." The nurse said that all they had was Mr. Pibb and would that be alright.  I told them that yes that would be fine so they got her a Mr. Pibb and we took the mask off and let her have a small sip before putting the mask back on.

The nurses came in to check on mom often and we discussed what would happen once my brother and his sons arrived.  That we would take the mask off put the small canula back on and give her some medicine to help her relax and be able to sleep.

Each of the family members were able to speak with her and tell her that they loved her, give her a hug and let her know what a wonderful mother she was.  Andy arrived and he and his sons gave her their words and hugs and love and then the siblings and the spouses gathered in the room and she was given a blessing.

She was ready. She wanted the mask taken off.  The CPAP was replaced with the canula and we let the nurse know that we were ready for the medicine that would help her to relax.  Her brother and his wife and my dad's sister and her husband both made it and were able to see mom and be there.

Her family gathered into the room around her.  I knelt by the side of her bed and held her hand and stroked her beautiful white hair.  And then I sang her a song.  "I Often Go Walking"

I often go walking in meadows of clover
and I gather armfuls of blossoms of blue.
I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over;
Dear Mother all flowers remind me of you.

And then the rest of the family joined together singing other songs, "Families Can Be Together Forever", being one of them. My husband retrieved his a small hymnbook that he had and began singing the hymn "Abide with Me; 'Tis Eventide" and we sang my mother to the other side. It was very reminiscent of saying goodbye to my dad just 6 short years ago.

My sweet nephew, Landon who lost his mom two years ago, came to mom's bedside and with his voice breaking told his grandma to give his mom a big hug from him and to tell her he loves her. Outside the window a grounds keeper for the hospital passed by with a weed eater going full force. Another family might have found this sound incredibly intrusive because it was quite loud.  For us it was a sign that our Dad was there.

Mom passed away on July 10, 2014 at 11:12.  It was peaceful and I feel unimaginably blessed to have been by the side of both of my parents as they have continued their journeys. Not everyone gets that chance and for that I am so grateful.

July 10 also happens to be my wedding anniversary.  Some of you may find this sad.  And at first I did too.  But then the thought came to me, and I am certain it was mom sending it, I get to share my earthly anniversary with my mom and dad's first anniversary of forever. 

I know that my mom lives on.  She went for a walk with me on the Friday morning after she died.  I got up early to go and started heading East to a walking trail that is in our town.  It felt wrong and an knew that I was supposed to be going West.  So I went around the block and as I came around the corner that started me heading in the western direction I saw the most beautiful full moon hanging in the sky.  A sight I would have missed if I had continued on my original trajectory. 

As I continue walking I knew that I was supposed to walk out to the Mt. Timpanogos temple.  Mom loved that place so very much.  I felt her with me that entire walk.  Mom loved walking and when I was younger her early morning walks were her sanctuary.  I saw her in a Peace Rose, her favorite flower.  She was there in the wildflowers and in the finches.  Someone had left a flag up in there yard and there was an apricot tree that was laden with apricots.  I walked to temple and then headed back home.  Mom was there. I could feel her spirit, vital and alive and young and beautiful.  I was tired and she wasn't.  She was ready for more. What an incredible experience.

I still feel mom very close.  That feeling has been a buffer for me in many ways.  A buffer for which I am eternally grateful because mom's death was very unexpected.  Her mom lived to be 99 and we kind of figured that mom would be around for many years more.  That was our plan.  But it wasn't THE plan.  THE plan was different than ours, as it usually is.  

I am grateful for that plan even though it takes unexpected twists and turns.  I am grateful for the knowledge that I will see my mom again.  And my dad and my sister and my grandparents and other family that have passed on will be there as well.

Mom is an incredible spirit.  Her love was, and is, unconditional. She is watching and guiding her children as best she can from where she is now.  I know this.  I feel her.  I know she loves me and my siblings with all her heart and soul.  

Always and Forever.