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Saturday, July 16, 2011
Fun Fact
The abbreviation for pound, "lb.," comes from the astrological sign Libra, meaning "balance."
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Fun Fact
It is possible to drown and not die. Technically the term drowning refers to the process of taking water into the lungs, not to death caused by that process.
We're Good. We're Normal. And Pigs are Fed and Ready for Takeoff.
Thanks everyone for your prayers and good wishes. Ian's scan came back clear. The NIH was thrilled with his recovery and progress since this latest surgery. He will return in four months for his next scan, so keep us in your prayers ... well, just in general! but November-ish will be the next check. This is brief, 'cause I'm going to enjoy the day with my boys (Audrey is at Camp Jones this week). Praise God for our blessings!
Monday, July 4, 2011
Here we go ... No Whammies ...
I don't normally blog about this.
As many a dear reader will recall, we did not begin this brain surgery drama in March of this year. It all began over 5 years ago, in February 2006, when Ian was diagnosed with an Anaplastic Astrocytoma (III). The golf-ball sized tumor was removed, and radiation and chemo followed.
Every three months since that surgery (for 5 years - you do the math), he has had a follow-up MRI at the National Institute of Health in Bethesda, MD. The MRIs are frequent because the grade of tumor indicates it did not take long to form and cause trouble ... perhaps as few as three months.
So we've been living our lives as if nothing is wrong and everyone's fine, while at the same time living in three-month increments of ease and terror (at least for me; Ian always saw the trips as a diversion with a side of grease at The Tastee Diner.) I'm usually at home, taking deep breaths and waiting for the phone to ring after his clinic appointment with the doctors who review his scans and meet with him the morning after his MRI.
All this history to say: This week will be his first trip since the last incident. This Thursday he will travel down (with his mom; I'm staying home) to have his "routine" MRI and test results, Friday morning.
I think you can grasp the gravity of this situation, so I won't attempt to spell it out. But please, if you're able, pray for safe travels, and a clear scan, and for my ability to breathe in the meantime.
Love you all, and God Bless America.
As many a dear reader will recall, we did not begin this brain surgery drama in March of this year. It all began over 5 years ago, in February 2006, when Ian was diagnosed with an Anaplastic Astrocytoma (III). The golf-ball sized tumor was removed, and radiation and chemo followed.
Every three months since that surgery (for 5 years - you do the math), he has had a follow-up MRI at the National Institute of Health in Bethesda, MD. The MRIs are frequent because the grade of tumor indicates it did not take long to form and cause trouble ... perhaps as few as three months.
So we've been living our lives as if nothing is wrong and everyone's fine, while at the same time living in three-month increments of ease and terror (at least for me; Ian always saw the trips as a diversion with a side of grease at The Tastee Diner.) I'm usually at home, taking deep breaths and waiting for the phone to ring after his clinic appointment with the doctors who review his scans and meet with him the morning after his MRI.
All this history to say: This week will be his first trip since the last incident. This Thursday he will travel down (with his mom; I'm staying home) to have his "routine" MRI and test results, Friday morning.
I think you can grasp the gravity of this situation, so I won't attempt to spell it out. But please, if you're able, pray for safe travels, and a clear scan, and for my ability to breathe in the meantime.
Love you all, and God Bless America.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Fun Fact
"The Naked Truth"
A fable says that Truth and Falsehood went bathing; Falsehood came first out of the water and dressed herself in Truth's garments. Truth, unwilling to take those of falsehood, went naked.
A fable says that Truth and Falsehood went bathing; Falsehood came first out of the water and dressed herself in Truth's garments. Truth, unwilling to take those of falsehood, went naked.
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