What is Next

I write this as my children are yelling across the hallway both telling each other to be quiet. The Princess is afraid after watching Indiana Jones and is refusing to sleep. The Teen keeps making boo noises. Just another typical no school tomorrow night.

This has been an exhausting week. Actually been a hard two weeks. We have had a lot to digest. Good news, bad news, heart wrenching drama.

The Teen has been having rages. Extreme ones. Wall breaking, door breaking, chair breaking rages. It usually starts with the word–No. That most simple but dreaded word of every child. This word can lead to tears (usually that is the Princess), to backtalk, to throwing things, name calling, and unreasonable rages.

Daddy and the Teen clash horribly. Neither backs down at times. In many ways they are similar but in the sameness they also can be diverse opposites.

We have been worried about the Teen even before our move. We thought some of the issues we were having was due to that. It was a hard change for him. Whereas, the Princess has thrived, the Teen has not.

His grades have dropped, he made some poor social mistakes at school that the kids have not forgotten.  And let’s face it kids can be mean. He feels bullied and not liked. It’s heartbreaking as a parent to not be able to fix things.

This past week was difficult. On Monday the school called to let us know that other kids had said the Teen was cutting.  When asked why, the response was a shrug and “I don’t know”. It was like talking to wall.

We spoke with his counselor. We moved the Teen out of the downstairs to be up with us. We thought things would be chill. He was acting calm and aware of our concerns.

On Friday though we took several steps backward. We received a call from the school counselor  (we are becoming grand friends with nearly a call a week from her).  The Teen had his phone confiscated by her. Let me point out he’d just gotten the phone back after three weeks. Let me also point out, that we are very specific that his phone not go to school. 

She confiscated the phone when he was doing a live stream of the talent show. He swears he was being targeted or profiled by her. If having his phone confiscated was not enough, the Teen with his extensive lack of creative vocabulary called her a f#$@ing b%&ch. So that was call one from the counselor. 

Call two came about an hour later from the principal. 

“Hello Mrs Turner,  this is K…. Smith from the school.”

“Do we need to come and get him?”

She then proceeds to tell me he was in a fight and is supended for the half day. After they look ar the security tape, they will decide if there wold be further measures.

 So to the school we go. He comes to the car hot and angry. This wasn’t his fault. We don’t care. He basically hate everyone and everything.  It’s our fault and we don’t have his back.

Ron has to get back to work so I am left with a raging Teen. Oh joy. A raging teen that I am supposed to get to his psychiatrist appointment to due a routine med evaluation.  This now has to be more than that.

Somehow, thanks be to God, he agrees to go with me. Unfortunately we had an hour wait where he was ready to run.

We go back to see Dr D. The question is asked how have things been. I ask the Teen if he wanted to share. A snarl. I then tell the doctor it’s been awful. We then lay out his behaviors with me asking the Teen, “Am I telling it correctly?”

Dr D then asks the Teen a variety of questions. Then explains to him some of the behaviors and what they can be.

He speaks to us about his rages and periods of maniac being a form of bi polar. And that his social miss cues, stuttering and a few other behaviors makes him think of the Autism Spectrym and Aspergers.  He then tells him of Einstein and a few others that were a bit right of the norm.

As a parent you want to protect your children. I cannot even imagine the inner turmoil he had inside.I can’t imagine what all is inside of him and I think we only see a bit of manifestation.

I was not there during his first 8 years of life. I was not there when he was abused by his bio parents, I was not there through 11 foster homes. Bit I (we) are here now. We repeatedly tell him we love him.

I explain that I love him even when I don’t like his actions. Love can’t fix everything but it’s a great start of building trust. My baby boy is ill, he has a chemical imbalance, he has an invisible disease. I can’t remove it from him or even take this burden. 

We now have to show him that he can make it through this if he goes to counseling, takes his meds and let us help. This boy is stubborn and doesn’t believe this and doesn’t think anyone is there for him.

We are trying our best and praying a whole lot.

I think at times the visible diseases are so much easier than mental disorders.  People accept cancer, strokes and heart  disease more so than bi polar, autism, depression and anxiety. 

This is so very new to us. We expected one of our two to have issues but now it is both. We hope to do our very best. I am glad that we our people of faith because I am going to need God’s strength. 

Someone told me this morning thar the phrase, “thy will be done” in the Lord’s prayer resonated with them this week. I so understand. …God let thy will be done in this.


Tomorrow…An Answer?

Tomorrow I go see Dr. Setser, the thoracic surgeon to find the results of the cardio cat scan and the echo cardiogram.  I have mixed emotions.  I am a person of faith and I know people have been praying; so it may have been prayed away.  I am also pragmatic; is that possible.

Either way we will know tomorrow.  He viewed it on the first cat scan as a 4.9 to a 5.0 cm aneurysm.  So the question is; what will it be and what will we do?  In the echo cardiogram the tech was circling areas and flash colors on the screen.  Did I have any idea what he was doing?  Not a clue. But it feels a bit ominous when you have the silent tech who occasionally hums  Your mind wonders what he is humming about…

There is something in AA that is called the Magnificent Magnifying Mind.  I think that now only happens with addiction but with worry.  We think bigger than what it truly is and wwe have a tendency to look to far ahead.

“We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.”  Joseph Campbell

It is my time to let go and let God.  Am I nervous? Yes.  Am I scared a bit? Yes.  Do I worry? Yes but not for me.  I know what is will be.  I can’t change that I  have this aneurysm.  I can hope that it will be soon resolved.  I hate having a ticking time bomb…not knowing if it will or won’t dissect.  And if so, when.

I haven’t planned for this and how do you?  You get your documents ready of who will take care of you, who will make decisions for you.  Someone once told me I was tough and a fighter.  I hope I am but at times I don’t view myself that way.  I feel weak and knock kneed in fear and fear is from that weak lost part of me.  The part of the little girl who wanted to fit in and wanted to hide her wounds.

Along with all this health garbage; seeing a hematologist  to be diagnosed with Antiphospholipid Antibody syndrome, heart surgeon for the heart crap, a endocrinologist for the diabetes and the pain clinic to help control the pain….(I have not gone to a neurologist as of yet); I am getting broke just from the co-pays and I have to deal with troubled teenager.

The Teen is off the chain (not in a good way).  Angry, violent, lying, sneaky, stealing and just not the little boy we adopted.  He has changed so much in some ways but in others not so in maturity.  He lives to see how far he can go until I blow.  If I try to ignore his actions, he strives to make it louder and more in my face.  He is sneaky now; with food and media.  We aren’t  super strict parents but are a bit.  We ask for respect and to follow the rules. And the rules aren’t outrageous; be respectful, do your chores, do your homework and work hard in school, respect the time we give you for screen time. No girls over when we aren’t home. Typical rules….but he just can’t seem to do it.  We have him in counseling but I can’t physically force him.

When he gets outraged he becomes physical and verbally abusive.  He has pushed me and called me names.  He will take out his anger by throwing things or being destructive. He use to keep his blow up for just home but he has become comfortable enough at church to be explosive there.  I love him but this behavior is not going to make him a strong asset to society if he does not learn  how to control himself. He will negotiate stopping a behavior to get  his way.

This is not my first rodeo as a parent to a teen but man do I feel like I have been bucked off the prize bull.  Also in the midst of that, I have been told to stay calm and avoid stress.  Hello, I have a 15 year old who is hell bent on destruction and a special need daughter who requires attention and careful watching.  The careful watching is so she doesn’t try to wear my make up, cut her hair, restyle her clothing or use finger nail polish on the stuffed and/or living dogs.

So we wait for the diagnosis for me and for my Teen.

We wait semi patiently but we wait in prayer.  God is not only teaching me patience in my life but patience in being a momma of a teen who wants something but is not sure of what.  Please say a few prayers for us. Prayers for health and a bit of sanity as we try to wait.


Random Thought on a Sleepless Night

I am tired but my mind is a whirl of thoughts. I was on the cusp of sleep when Ron jumped out of bed suddenly. Startled me and here I am, awake with my head churning.

I have thought about The Teen. Let me replay a conversation. 

T: “Can I go over to ‘blankety blank’s'(insert girls name) house and hangout?”

Me:”I thought you all were going to go hang out at the mall?” This is something I don’t understand, going to a mall without money.

Well they can’t go there?”

“Why? There parents said no?”

“No they got kicked out and can’t go there.”

“Ummm what did they do?” Now picturing the girl with a snarl and a Jr member of a gang

“I don’t know I didn’t ask . Just let me go, you can trust me.” Oh the famous last words of any person.

“Are her parents home?”

“I don’t know but it’s no big deal if they aren’t, she is my friend not my crush. Please?”

“We need to talk to her parents to see if it is okay.” Insert teenage eye roll, pleading look and horror that we don’t trust him and want to talk to a parent.

Quiet as he has an inner conversation, weighing the odds. Then comes the heavy sigh. “Fine!”

The Princess today was a chatty one. Talking a blue streak to herself and then breaking into tirades over the strangest things. She spouts hate and discontent and then turns around five minutes later and acts like she didn’t even day she hated us, the dogs and why is she part of THIS family. Puberty with this child could be frightening.

She can’t understand why she should pick up her things so the puppy can’t get it and use it as a chew toy. Chrissy has amputated a Barbie leg and ate Precious’ head (stuffed animal). She also maimed Beautiful, her stuffed horse…he now has a docked tail. So tonight she is mad at Chrissy and still doesn’t understand why we want her room cleaned.

Ron is Ron. Steadfast, steady and true. He is pretty unflappable. He just goes with the flow. He gets things done and is picking up the slack since I am so tired. Having a virus for the last week, I appreciate him so much more, he is the family rock,

I am ok. Just on hold. We did the cardio catscan on last Monday.  I was not able to get my echocardioigram.  I didn’t want to go to the hospital sick. I admit that statement makes no sense.

Tueday we go Dr Stester. I am hoping for a miracle or to hear it was a mistake. Will I get my wish? It would be great but I don’t know how realistic that is. I am preparing for the mind set of surgery. It has be better than Dr Sester tire analogy. ‘We don’t know when it could blow out, or where it might. So we need to take care of that tire so it won’t dissect and blow out.” Now I am old tire. When he was telling me this I had the picture of the Michelin tire guy slowing losing his tread and bulging out. Which then reminded me of a Christian comedian who told the story of her spanks ripping and her bulge where her fat come out and trying to stuff it back into the spanks.

I am not mad at God. I am glad we found this when we did. But part of me wonders why me. In my old school religion days, I would think I was being punished for not being all God wanted me to and not doing good deeds. Now I know God is the God for the redeemed. With the New Covenant he wasn’t pissed off at the disobedience that was shown. 

I at times feel like I have paid my dues for a lifetime; mine and someone else’s too. I have been abused, lived 4 different homes, saw my brother die of a gunshot wound, divorced, become an orphan losing most of my maternal family and my dad, two strokes at 48 years old, stresses of my job and now this. 

I know though that I am blessed. I have so much more than so many. First and foremost I have my personal relationships with my Abba and his son.  I have a loving and forgiving husband that walks his life with integrity. I have loving children who bring me joy, pride and stories to share. I have a home, food, a soft bed to lay on, a television to watch, electronics to watch, read and play on. I have a job I absolutely love. I have eternal friendships that revolve around prayer and sharing of one another.I have family here locally to celebrate with on holidays and bithdays. I may have bills and not a bunch of money but I am soooo rich. I am blessed.

Admittedly, I falter and wonder, why me? Haven’t I paid my dues? I am not as strong as Job or Esther. I am at times faltering knowing I have to trust in Him. Strangely for me, I have not shed a tear.  I know I have Jesus’ arms wrapped around me supporting me but I am a bit scared.

Open heart surgery are not three words you like to hear, the next one us heart and lung bypass machine..but better than hearing you are dying. Not that I am scared of death. I want to hear Peter say at Heaven’s Gate, “table for one in the banquest hall?” I know I won’t hear Satan say,  “you are cooking for a forever banquet and using a campfire to do it, have fun.” Then a maniacal laugh as he exits stage left

So tonight i am inventoring my lif wit brural honesty. I was reminded this week of Senatot Al Frankel when he was on SNL as Stuart Smalley a his daily affirmations…you are good enough, you are strong enough.

So Stuart Smalley I will remember that and plus go forward with a huge dose of God and prayer.

Medical Testing, Insurance and Kids

Today I went for some more medical tests. Today was a cardio  catscan and blood draw or what they call labs. More poking in my veins. They have drawn or iv’d that same spot 5x. That vein is done. It is tired of being the pin cushion. For the next event we will have to find a new vein because this one has retired.

My insurance company and the doctors are sparring over my testing. First they did not give Mr Dr Adams, hemotologist,  authorization for the full panel of labs he wanted and they have denied a med. (The reason I call him Mr Dr Adams is that I also see his wife, Mrs Dr Adams.)

Today we found out the insurance has not approved my nuclear stress test for tomorrow. They decided to postpone my echocardioigram until Wednesday. 

Today’s cardio catscan was easy peasey. The contrast dye did it’s strange warm your body routine that flushes down your body. It is a strange sensation. I have been blessed with the donut hole catscans so there is no feeling of claustrophobia. 

I feel like a frequent hospital member, I need my Mountain View Hospital one and one for Eastern Idaho Regional Medical Center (EIRMC pronunciation Er-mac). I am hoping they can coordinate me to go to one hospital only. Strangely these hospitals are two blocks apart.

We test and we wait. My mammogram did show my lump was benign. So that is one less worry. Strangely that seemed so minor and just an irritation to go through that but they were being thorough.

I go into see Dr Stetser on the 31st. We then go from there.

The Princess is worried. Randomly she will come over to me and say,”I don’t want you to die tomorrow.” I assure I am not. I still am not clear why it is tomorrow. 

She and her Sissy did nails, makeup and hair when Sis was here for the weekend. She loved it so much that she took all my clear polish and put it into a cup to do hers later by herself. I got a nail polish contact high. Lord help us, when that child hits puberty. 

Princess is trying to figure out why the new pup, Chrissy likes to eat her toys. We have explained to her over and over that if they were picked up this wouldn’t happen. But Princess is doing great at taking care of her even if she is stuff animal murderer.

And then their is the Teen. Did you feel the heavy sigh when I typed that. I am trying to see if he is ODD (Oppositional Defiance Disorder) or BTT (Bratty Teen Tyrant). He is a push buttons, backtalking, mocksing, name calling, argumentative, noise making, defiant, violent and a smart ass.  He won’t back down, he won’t admit he is wrong and is explosive. 

He wears me out. Some days more than others. Princess has her special needs…an 8 year old trapped in an 11 year body. She thrives on routine and knowing. She can be a handful. But she can be so sweet. Whereas,  theTeen pushes you just to push and to get a reaction from you. Sadly, they are not usually positive reactions.

We have told him repeatedly that I need to stay calm and not be stressed. He takes that as a dare.  Trying to see how far he can push me until I loose my cool. Then he tells me to calm down. So thus it goes. If I choose to go and calm down, he is at my door pounding. Sigh, I need more inner fortitude. 

God is certainly teaching me patience and anger control. 

Tonight and every night I pray. I pray for clarity, understanding my children and their safety. I pray for each one; the wife, the soldier, the adventurer, the feminist geek, the Teen and the Princess.  I hold them all dear. I pray that each day they are safe and closer to God. I am blessed. 

So today was tests (which you can’t study for), insurance companies that change their mind like the wind and wonky kids-life is good and definitely better than the alternative….being single.

Mo’ Mo’ Snow…Ugh

We got three to five more inches last night here in Idaho Falls.  I am happy we aren’t getting the ice storms that are happening across the nation.  So please understand I am happy about that part.  But I am tired of snow.

The song from White Christmas has been ringing in my head, “Snow, Snow, Snow” and I say enough of the white stuff.  That white stuff that covers up those icy spots.  I have not had to drive in this stuff for over eight years.  And I was satisfied with that.

Yes, I know the farmers need it.  Yes, I know the rivers will be full.  Yes, I know the snow enthusiast who love to be out in this to play (why?) love this.  I have heard all those reasons and I do not begrudge them that. I truly don’t.

But piles and piles of white stuff mounted in small hills is overwhelming.  You can have a sledding hill in the parking lots alone.  Can you guess I am not a fan?  It is pretty to look at initially until the plows make it a yucky gray.  Until the dogs make yellow snow or until you are just tired of the white glare.

I am more a spring/fall girl.  Not super hot, not super cold but just right.  So I wait in great anticipation to see another color but white upon the land.  Colors that will perk me up.  Let me open my windows with little birdies tweeting about.  Brings up images of Snow White in the forest with all her little pals gathered around her.  Aww the idyllic bliss of spring.

I long for spring but all I know right now is they are predicting , mo’ mo’ snow.

Heaving a heavy sigh.



Tired of being Tired

I was talking to one of my kiddos online and she said she was tired.  I asked if that was physically, emotionally or mentally.  She replied, yup.

Oh my darling daughter, I so understand that.  I know right where you are coming from with that simple sentence, “I am tired”.

I hate that feeling when you feel you can’t get caught up or you are feeling like just giving in to those emotions.  You are like me you hate to be vulnerable but so often we are.  We put on our Teflon clothing hoping things don’t stick to us.  Only to find we can be one sticky gooey mess that has to be painstakingly chiseled away.

Right now my Armour is feeling a bit rusty and dinged.  I want to show bravery and trust in God at all times in all ways.  I don’t want to question why, that is not for me.  God didn’t do this to me; genetics, diabetes, misfortune of life.  It’s not how I have this but how will I deal with it.  I have choices.

Bitterness that will turn me sour and mean.

Self pity that will just swallow me whole.

Acceptance and apathy…so it’s happened

Or fight, don’t let it defeat. Be stronger than this situation.

I am still in a fog.I am not sure what emotion I should have right now.  I am just going through the daily motions waiting for the next step.  What will that be? I have not a clue.  So right now I just keep going,  trying to act normal. Trying not to dwell on my time bomb.

ticking-time-bombBecause that is what this feels like.  You know it’s there, you know it is not good…you made the silly mistake of googling it (doh) and now you know more that you should.  And of course everyone has a  scary story of being related to someone or knowing someone that had an aortic aneurysm . STOP telling me.  I don’t want to know that you know someone who knew someone whose aorta ruptured and they are now dead.

Let me find my own surprises.  This is a lot to take in in one sitting.  You go from you are ok, physically, not perfect by any means to your aorta could dissect and if it does it is hard to save you. Thanks needed that pep talk.

I have said before, it is what it is, I can’t change it.  I try not to think of it and ignore it but it hard to do.  Try telling yourself not to think of something and then see how often you think of that thing.  I am in prayer.

Several people have me on prayer chains..thank you.  Please please pray for all my tired’s. I have appeared strong in my life and I have appeared needy, right now I am on a teeter totter going both ways.  I want to be strong but that is becoming numb.  I want to shut down and just hide away.  Not even a Calgon take me away type of hiding but away as in alone.

Today is another day, there will be a tomorrow and then that will fade  away until there is another tomorrow.  Life continues; it does not stop because Dawn Marie is tired.  It goes on and I make the decision to march on; one step at a time, one moment at a time until I am no longer tired.




Back from the Doctor 

You walk into the waiting room of Cardiologist office and you are  the youngest one in there. Then you’re given a bunch of forms to fill out. Forms that ask personal and intimate questions. Form that could be embarrassing. Forms looking back at family history. Forms for every med you take. Forms to keep privacy, forms to inform those who don’t have to be private. By the time you go back to see the doctor, you need to see another doctor for carpal tune from writer’s cramp.

The nurse was nice and funny. She asked about the ages of our children. When we said 15 and 11, she looked at us and said, “are you crazy!?”. That is one of the most honest responses we have received and we  burst out laughing.

Dr Sester came in, he was dressed in jeans, boots and a belt buckle. He introduced himself and then asked if we had a solution on poddy training a puppy, then he showed us an adorable pic on his phone of his golden doodle puppy. I was put at ease.  

He talked of coming here from Kentucky so he could fly fish. He said he liked the snow because it meant more water in the rivers. Plus he liked hiking and playing on 4 wheelers. At this Ron was put at ease. 

He did an initial exam and then got to business. My aorta aneurysm measures 4.9 to 5.0 cm. They usually operate and it is a big surgery. They would cool down the body and a bypass machine would be used. 
But he wanted a cardio catscan with contrast dye. The catscan that discovered this was a great catscan that caught this but wasn’t for the heart. Also he ordered an echo cardiogram and a nuclear stress test. Those will happen Monday and Tuesday.

If anyone wants to watch a stroke survivor with a wobbly left side that can’t walk a straight line, be on a treadmill I am selling tickets to defray medical costs.

I go back to see him on the 31st and then will see where we go from here. I did ask him if it could rupture…he gave me an analogy of a tire and multiple layers and a bulge it gets.  It can dissect but we don’t know if it will, when it will or how it ill.  That answer didn’t tell me anthing.

I was very quiet when we left. I was hoping to hear it was a mistake or it is small we won’t worry. I didn’t hear that and my super woman cape drooped a bit.

Frankly at times, reality bites.

Reality and faith

The Matthew verse has been resounding with me for the last few days. I am trying to not to worry about tomorrow.  The TAA (thoracic aorta aneurysm) it’s not something I can change.. it is what it is. The lump in my breast is there and I can’t change that. I have surprised myself with no tears or hysteria.  I am concerned,  when you know there is a TAA you feel like a walking timebomb. 

I am a bit matter of fact in some ways or practical. I know I have to get several things in place; healthcare directive, living will, durable power of attorney and a will. Not to be morbid but funeral wishes and decisions (this is from working in a funeral home). 

These aren’t fun things to do at all but necessary. I am more worried about my husband and my children. I want to protect them but this time I can’t, the reality is there.

I know another reason I am not a puddle of emotions is I am totally relying on God. I trust him and knows he has me in his hands and heart. 

In the Lord’s prayer, we say,

Let thy will be done

His will not mine. 

Maybe tomorrow after talking to the cardio surgeon we will find out if I am having surgery or what type. Maybe I will even be healed. I believe in miracles.

I have not even looked ahead to Friday with the mammogram and ultrasound.  That feels a long way away. I am only trying and I stress trying to take care of today.

It has only been one week since we have begun this journey. Buckle up kiddies we are on this wild ride together.

My Next Journey. 

   Once upon a time three years ago I started my blog so I could chronicle my journey of having two strokes within eight days at the age of 48. Now as age 51 (I still cringe that my age begins with a five), I started a new Journey. It’s not exactly the journey I want to take but the journey I’ve been given.

   I guess I have done the head things and now I get do the area below the shoulders; My heart and my right breast. Thoracic aorta aneurysm our words I had never heard until Monday. The phrase that “your lump in the breast has changed” followed the next day with the appointment with your hemotologist saying he is doing a blood clot study and checking for a blood syndrome.  My body is falling apart. I guess I am doing my Humpty Dumpy impression. Now I pray that these doctors will do better than the king’s men did in that riddle.

  Today, I had an early morning appointment with the vampires in their white coats and snappy blue gloves. They were kind that they only had to one stick and took 6 vials of blood. They weren’t hungry as I thought they might be.  

  Now we wait for the results. In the meantime, I wait. Cardio surgeon on the 17th, mammogram and ultrasound on the 20th, test reltd for the blood work the 26th. I did say I wanted a social life with real people.

   I have been asked how I feel aboit this all. I haven’t cried, I haven’t been emotional. I have been master of fact. I can’t change it,

  I am drifting off here. I will continue this sags.

Blessings and prayers.  

Good Luck, Bad Luck Who Knows

There is a story of a Chinese proverb…this is the abbreviated story or the Cliff notes version: 

A man had a son who he loved,

the son got a horse that was beautiful,

 but was tossed from the horse, 

the son broke his leg..

a warlord was taking able bodied boys and men but the son couldn’t go because of his injury

After each incident the father says, “good luck, bad luck who knows.”

That has been my mantra this week. It is only Wednesday and I am tired both physically and mentally. Saturday began it all, my left leg was swollen and was tender to the touch in the calf. Sunday it had not improved. I had been having trouble breathing and my chest was tight. My concern was blood clots.

Monday morning, I called for an appointment with Dr Adams. They ran an INR and it was 1.4. (For those who don’t know what that is it test your blood. It’s when you take Coumadin and you don’t want it to thin and you don’t want to thick. It is a pain in the butt). So we knew that was not the problem. But the tightness of the leg and the swelling was  concern. Dr. Adams decided that we should go ahead and run a ultrasound on the leg and a cat scan of my chest. I was told to go to Mountain View Hospital right away. At that point I was feeling overwhelmed. They want you to the test and they weren’t sure how long itwould take.  I had Rose to pick up then the hour after that Brandon. Thankful for our niece Kerri in helped out.

They did the CAT scan first.  They had to put in an IV for the contrast dye. Fun fun oh I loved that. (Sarcasm.) The technician was pretty good, it only took two sticks. And lucky for me it was a donut style Cat Scan. No claustrophobia. I so loved the warm flush of the contrast dye down my body. You panic that you peed your pants.That took about 45 minutes. I then had to wait for the ultrasound of my leg. I really regretted not shaving for a few days. That took about 30 minutes. Whew that was done.

Home I went to take it easy and put up my leg. At 4 o’clock my phone rings.

 Nurse: great news there are no clots.

 Me: that is great news.

 Nurse: Did you know that you have the thoracic aorta aneurysm?

 Me:(confused pause) no noone has ever told me that. They would right? 

Nurse: It’s larger than the Dr. would like . She wants to refer you to a cardio surgeon. Dr wants you to keep your legs up, rest, keep your blood pressure down, and avoid stress. We will make the referral for you.

 Me:Okay great thank you goodbye.

Stay Calm ok, No stress..I Have A TEENAGER and a special needs child…no stress right. Then I do Google search on TAA. Dumbest thing to do. TAA is known as the silent killer, not usually discovered until death.  John Ritter and Lucille Ball died of TAAs. Great now I feel like the old tinker is a bomb that could go KAPOW all of a sudden.

I tell Ron and we decide to tell the kids after school. I even had a picture. I am still talking calmly to myself. We pray and Give it God.


 This is what it is..I am puffed out on my heart.  Brandon begins to cry saying this is his fault because he is mean. Rose begins to wail that I am going to die. Well that went well. I comfort them.

I still have not cried and am in a fog. I know me getting the catscan was God’s hand. If it were not for my leg and chest hurting I would have not have had the Catscan we would had known of the heart issues.

Tueday I went to see the Hematology doctor, Dr.Adams the husband of my other Dr. Adams. He wants a blood work up done for clotting and another done to test for a blood syndrome. Mylanta…what more.

Oh wait this morning, Thursday they call telling me of my referral to the cardio surgeon and oh by the way we found in that catscan a small lump in your right breast.  We are ordering a mammogram and ultrasound.  

Now remember this is the nurse who said avoid stress. So as I am talking to her I have two arguing kids and three dogs barking because the kids are yelling. (Typical day here in Paradise.) She asks if I am ok. I told her this was normal… (I didn’t tell her, I would have been yelling for everyone to sit down and zip your lips or shut your snout.)

I send up a prayer and try to herd the kids out the door for school. I am still living and have kids to taxi to school and an office to get to and work to do. Life has to go on.

Surprisingly, even to me, I have not cried, have not melted down. I might be numb, I might be not sure how to tackle this. I am staying in prsyer. I pray for the peace that passes understanding.  I pray for my family and I pray for God’s will to be done.

Through my faith,  I am stronger. I am praying if it is will for a miracle that many will blame on scientific breakthroughs. I am a child of God and have fsith.

My journey will begin the 17th of January.  Please pray for all my family during these diffict timed. Remember, Good luck, bad luck, who knows.