Not A Happy Fourth

Apparently sleep brings about amnesia in children because the kids woke up with no visible signs of animosity towards me. They are my buds once again! The morning however was filled with the query; "where's mama?" Julie's ER visit turned into an admission to the hospital. We are all a bit worried at the moment, but since I have not talked with Julie I don't feel comfortable going into great detail about what is going on. She is obviously getting great care. One of the perks of having a Doctor for a Father. So....if you pray, then say a prayer for her. Otherwise send her some positive energy.

Wild Weekend

I'm pretty sure I have traumatized the triplets for life. I won't know for sure until they wake up in the morning. If they run from me screaming in terror then I will know. Julie and the kids came this weekend for a visit, which up until around 4:30 yesterday was going really well. Julie started getting nerve pain in the side of her face; which she has had on one other occasion. Not sure of the cause, but the pain is excruciating! I've never felt so helpless. There was nothing anyone could do to help and medications weren't touching the pain. So while Joe took care of Julie, I entertained the triplets. We built a fire and I taught them how to break sticks with their feet. We had a great time. It got to be time for them to go to bed. I wanted to put them to sleep (WAIT...not like that) I mean put them to bed. So Joe and Amanda and I began to attempt to change diapers and get on pjs. Oh Hell no! That was not happening. Addy and Harrison were screaming and flailing around. Connor actually got the concept that mommy was debilitated so he cooperated with the effort. We finally got diapers on. No pj's though, I figured t shirts were fine. All the while poor Julie is in the living room in terrible pain listening to her children being tortured. It wasn't really torture, it just sounded like it.
It is now 3:00am and Joe and Julie are in the ER and I am here with the kids (who are sleeping...praise the Lord) writing my blog. I should be in bed because I just realized that come morning I will probably be the one to get up with them and I am going to need all the energy I can muster to fight off the retalitory attack. Wish me luck!
I'm figuring that in 10 years or so we will all look back on this and laugh; that is if they are talking to me by then.

Under The Weather

I haven't been blogging lately because I feel like SHIT! Last Monday afternoon I started having pelvic pain that progressively got worse until I was doubled up in the fetal position on the dining room floor. Brad and Joe both showed up to take me to the ER. Poor Brad thought I was dying. Joe was his calm usual self. After 6 hours in the ER, a CT scan and ultrasound and lots of narcotics; it was determined that I have an ovarian cyst. Why it was causing so much pain, they don't really know. I wasn't real happy with the ER Doc. After the results of the tests, he came in and told me that I had a mass on my ovary and spots on my liver. Being a medical person, that means I have ovarian cancer with mets to my liver. Talk about being freaked out. Thank God for Joe. He went and read the report and deciphered it a little differently. I did have an MRI yesterday to see what the spots on my liver are. They turned out to be nothing of concern. I'm still having lots of pain, but apparently I just have to suck it up until the cyst goes away on its own. I could have my ovary removed, but I really don't want to lose one of my girls. If your a guy reading this, would you want one of your testicles removed? I didn't think so.