The Crazyness Continues...

So mom got her last IV antibiotic treatment on Wednesday, January 20th. She went back on Thursday to get the final OK on the staff infection. She also mentioned to him that her hip is still bothering her from when she hurt it last September. (She stepped out of a grain truck really hard.) She had gone to the doctor then, but they just said that it wasn't out of place and to see if it would go away. Well, the doctor ordered a bone scan to be done in Kirksville on Tuesday, January 26th. They got the results later that day and it showed up as bone cancer in her pelvis. We all got really worried because she had just at a PET scan exactly 1 month before and everything showed up as clear. Now all of a sudden this pain that she'd had for 4 months was cancer. Well, they also sent the results to her oncologist and after looking them over he said that it wasn't cancer. He felt it was arthritis that she had aggravated back in September. He recommends that she go ahead and have radiation anyway because it could help with her mobility and pain. She has another appointment on February 3rd for her 12 week post brain surgery MRI scan. Hopefully the same spots from her 6 week scan. The woman needs a break!!

Oh the home front, we have all had the flu this weekend and week. Lydia started on Saturday, I started on Sunday evening, and Gail started early Monday morning. It took about 3 days for each of us to completely get over it. Lydia is growing like a weed. She now knows the alphabet song and will sing the entire thing with only a little help. We are all ready for warmer weather (I won't say spring, but just something about 35).

Until next time...

Crazy Beginnings...

The beginning of my New Year has been pretty rough:

To start things off, my grandfather passed away on January 2. It was his 93rd birthday. His name was Paul Franklin. He lived an amazingly full life. He loved to fish, hunt, spend time with his family, and tease or joke with anyone who would listen. He'd been fighting congestive heart failure for a couple of years. I consider myself blessed to of had him in my life. I also consider myself blessed to be almost 30 (did I really just type that) and to still have a grandparent around. My Grandpa Mohr died in 1994, Grandma Mohr is 1997, Grandpa Franklin in 2010, and I still have Grandma Franklin. My husband only had 1 grandparent alive when he was born, but he doesn't remember them at all. Lydia still prays for Grandpa Franklin every night. It is sweet and brings a smile to my face each time.

A week after Grandpa died, my mother ended up in the emergency room. Her arm was bright red and she was in terrible pain. It turned out to be a sever case of staff infection in her arm that was spreading to her torso. It only took a couple of hours to get that bad. He was in the hospital for 5 days, and then had to continue to go back for IV antibiotics. She's is such a strong person. It seems like once something gets under control another thing pops up.

This past weekend went by with anything major happening. I was relieved. Hopefully the rest of 2010 will remain calm.

Until next time...