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Back from the Hospital & Gall-less
I’m home from the hospital and minus one Evil Gallbladder. I feel a million times better than I did before the surgery, although I’m still pretty sore. Thanks to everyone for prayers, help with my kids and bringing food. I am so blessed to call you my friends.
The nurse was going through the litany of questions she was required to ask me during my pre-op interview, and Zeb was sitting at my bedside, occasionally holding my hand and fielding phone calls, as I answered question after question. He was holding my purse and I slid my wedding and engagement rings off and gave them to him for safekeeping during surgery.
Nurse: Past surgeries?
I answered.
Nurse: Any allergies?
I answered.
Nurse: Any meds you take on a daily basis?
I answered.
Nurse: Religious preference?
I answered.
Nurse: What’s your husband’s name?
“Zeb,” I answered. I nodded my head towards Zeb, “But this is Chris…”
The nurse jerked her head up and looked back and forth between the two of us bewildered, until I collapsed laughing.
The nurse popped me on the leg and said, “You are SUPPOSED to be sick.”
“Ahhahaha! I am! But I’m never too sick to get the funny.”
Finding the Silver Lining
If you have a bum gallbladder you have to eat low fat foods or you get uber sick. It’s like a built-in personal trainer who kicks you in the stomach if you eat something you’re not supposed to.
Momma’s Medical Mystery
So I haven’t talked about this at all yet but I figure, what the hell, I’m going to spill it eventually anyway…so here goes.
I’ve been really sick for the last few weeks. Nausea, hot flashes, stomach cramps. Lots of fun. I peed on a couple of sticks, just to make sure God wasn’t playing a joke a me, and scheduled an appointment with my doctor to have my hormone levels checked. Early menopause and ovarian cancer run in my family and I didn’t want to play around.
I went to see an OBGYN in Jackson to make sure my hormone levels were o-kiz–zay. Whilst in the waiting room I got a phone call from my family doctor informing me that my liver enzymes were high and I needed to have a gallbladder and liver ultrasound. With the help of google and my medical knowledge (I’m an RN) I convinced myself that I was dying by the time I got in the exam room.
I was blubbering like an idiot by the time the doctor walked into the room. Here’s where things get really fun. Do you know what people think when you are 32 years old and have elevated liver enzymes? They think you are either a) an alcoholic b) an IV drug user or c) a ho who has contracted hepatitis.
I have never been a heavy drinker and for varied reasons, I have literally gone YEARS without having or wanting a drink. I do LOVE me some wine and enjoy a glass or two a week under normal circumstances. But for the last month I’ve been exercising, and eating right and trying to lose weight so I gave up alcohol all together. Too many empty calories.
Here is my convo with my new doctor:
Me: (blubbering)
Doc: How many drinks would you say you have in a day?
Me: I haven’t had a drink AT ALL in weeks. I’m trying to lose weight.
(I can totally see it all over her face that she now thinks I’m in withdrawals because I am obviously a big fat alcoholic.)
Doc: So you wouldn’t say you wake up in the morning wanting a drink?
Me: NO! (more crying)
Doc: Have you ever participated in IV drug use?
Me: (more crying) NO!
Doc: How many sexual partners have you had in your life?
Me: I’VE BEEN MARRIED SINCE I WAS 19!!! (I realize she is just doing her job, but for. The. Love.)
She smiles sheepishly, leans forward and asks, “Do you feel like you want to hurt yourself or someone else?”
Me: (thinking YOU!) No….(sniffling continues)
After a full panel of blood work I’ve been cleared of hepatitis, pregnancy (hallelujah) and various other ailments. After grandly flunking a HIDA-scan, all signs point towards my gallbladder. (It’s VERY common for women my age, who have had multiple pregnancies and have taken birth control pills to have gallbladder problems. Google it and see.) I’m meeting with a GI specialist next week, and who knows what he’ll have to say.
But I wanted to let y’all know what’s been going on for several reasons:
1) Y’all are my peeps and I covet your prayers.
2) I wanted you to know why I’m not blogging at the same pace you are used to, AND
3) This whole blog is about a real, true experience in motherhood. The good, the bad, the ugly, the hilarious. If I’m not truthful and honest about everything then what’s the point? If you wanted to watch “The Perfect Mom,” who does everything right, and never has a bad day you could go watch old episodes of Jon and Kate Plus 8.
My Momma is here taking care of kids and as always Sister Wife has my back and my husband is da bomb.com (don’t forget ladies, I will take my earrings off and THROW down Walker County style for him,) and my new friends here in Mississippi have been amazing, whisking kids off to church and just helping us get by.
I’m very optimistic, although extremely annoyed that it’s taking so long to get to the bottom of things. God is in control and I have no doubt that this is just a bump in the road.
Super (Silly) Mom: Jen Singer
Jen Singer is another one of my tweeps. (That’s one of my twitter people, for those of you who are still missing out on the phenomenon that is twitter.) Jen is one of those moms, who after reading her blog, makes you feel like you could walk into her house, put your feet up on her coffee table and tell her about how your kids just totally humiliated you in the checkout line at Wal-Mart. She would listen, laugh and reassure you that you are a good mother. (Which happens to be the name of one of her many books.)
After lurking around her website MommaSaid.net, laughing hysterically at her “If You Give a Mom a Cookie” video, I wanted to know more. I wanted to know how someone successfully raised two boys, was a pioneer in the blogging world (her site has received a Forbes Best of the Web designation for Parenting Blogs), battled and beat a cancer diagnosis and did it all with grace and a sense of humor. (Information regarding her cancer diagnosis and treatment can be found under the “Laugh” section of her website. Seriously.)
When and why did you start blogging?
I started blogging before anybody had put the words “mom” and “blog” together, back in 2003 when my kids weren’t in school at the same time. I worked nights, even though I am decidedly not a night owl. I wanted to build a community for my writing and for my future books. Also, I wanted to find other moms who agreed with me that perhaps motherhood isn’t like a baby lotion commercial all the time. (I’m sayin’!)
Were you blogging before you started writing books?
I launched MommaSaid in January of 2003 and published my first book, “14 Hours Til Bedtime” in November of 2004. I’d published essays in magazines like Woman’s Day and Family Circle, but I wanted to expand my audience and to not have to wait six months for an essay to hit the stands in a magazine. Blogging made sense.
Many writers I know who also have blogs, bristle at the idea of being considered a “Mommy Blogger.” What’s your take on the whole “Mommy Blogger” phenomenon?
Well, I’m a mom who blogs about being a mom, so I’m certain that makes me a mom blogger. I hate the word “mommy” though. My own kids haven’t called me Mommy since they were in preschool. “Mommy blogger” makes it sound like a fun little hobby to do at nap-time, which in my case, it certainly isn’t. It’s a business, with spokespersonships and books that help pay my mortgage.
What was the most difficult aspect of your cancer diagnosis?
The hardest part was worrying that I wouldn’t be here to watch my kids grow up. I was too sick to be the kind of hand-on, everybody-in-the-minivan kind of mom I had been, and that was hard on the kids – and me.
How did having cancer change your perspective on motherhood?
Here’s where I’m supposed to say that it made me cherish every moment, smell every flower and sing with the birds. But it doesn’t. Sometimes, the kids fight and the milk gets spilled and I wish I could go hide at a movie that’s not animated with talking animals. That’s when I realize how fortunate I am that, at that moment anyhow, that is my biggest problem. You know, instead of fighting for my life. (See what I mean? Don’t you want to be friends with her? How can you not love someone who is THAT honest?)
What’s the best piece of parenting advice you ever received? The worst?
My German mother-in-law used to remind me, whenever my kids refused to sleep, “There vas nothing wrong vith him all day, and there’s nothing wrong vith him now.” It gave me the strength to sleep train my kids and stop being so stinking exhausted all the time.
The worst advice was not to tell my kids I had cancer. Kids fill in what you don’t tell them with worse scenarios. It’s better to tell them. Besides, I was bald and in the hospital a lot. What was I going to tell them? I was starring as Dr. Evil in the Broadway production of Austin Powers?
Funniest parenting memory?
The night the kids wouldn’t sleep and I was shushing them so they wouldn’t wake up a house guest. I wound up throwing the phone, which had broken and wouldn’t stop beeping, out the window. Then I drove the kids around at 4 a.m. in 11 degree weather until they fell asleep. I wrote about it in Beth Feldman’s “See Mom Run.” Proud parenting moment indeed.
If you don’t connect with Jen via twitter, Facebook or MommaSaid.Net– YOU are missing out! Click HERE for more information about Jen’s books.
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Aubrey Said: How old are you?
Zeb’s parents are in town for the weekend and this morning for breakfast, Pop Pete had a slice of leftover birthday cake.
Aubrey: HEY! That’s not fair! He’s eating cake!
Zeb: He’s old Aubrey, when you get old you can do whatever you want to, too.
Aubrey eyed Pop Pete.
A: How old ARE you anyway?
Pop Pete: Guess.
A: I don’t know. About a thousand.
Zeb’s mom chimed in, “How old do you think I am? I’m not as old as Pop Pete.”
Aubrey: About a hundred…
Bet they can’t wait to come back!
Happy Birthday to EMMA!
We had a little birthday party for Emma yesterday. So was so excited to be surrounded by her friends and to finally be FOUR years old.
Shuggie (my mother) kept asking Emma, “Can you BELIEVE you are FOUR YEARS OLD?”
Emma would answer, “Not yep!”
I thought briefly that Emma might realize her actual birthday wasn’t until Monday, when Mom asked her again, “Can you BELIEVE that you are four?”
Emma said, “I’m not going to be four until I open my presents!”
I can’t believe this baby is getting so big!
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