Winter Holding Pattern

Winter is refusing to loosen it’s grips…high was 30° below normal high for this time of year…not looking to change anytime soon.

Moods are getting ugly mugly as the days trickle by.

Must be the ice age we learned was coming back in the 80’s!


Thursday 2. March 2017

March!  Don’t all a ya’ll love the sound of the word March!?  Old Man Winter is becoming older and Spring is starting to think about waking up!  March just sounds so much nicer than February!  

February was such a long month this year.  Such a dark month for the family, thankfully Tuesday we were allowed to see a bit of a small light at the end of that horrid dark tunnel.  Many tears have fallen this past month, a lot of anger towards some selfish family members and a lot of hacking and gagging and antibiotics.  

We were so happy when 2017 rang it’s bell, 2016 was such a bad year, Kirk and I each lost an uncle we so deeply adored.  My father-in-law was diagnosed with prostate cancer over the summer, my sister-in-law was told she’d have to have a kidney transplant and started dialysis. Lastly, one of my oldest and dearest friends has been battling Multiple Myeloma, an ugly cancer in her spine, for many years…this fall the treatment she’s been on for years quit holding off the increase of the cancer.  

Kirk’s sister is still on the transplant list, there was a family match that made it to almost the end of testing and was knocked out of being okay’d, she’s still waiting. My friend is at Mayo now, she received her stem cell transplant yesterday, hoping and praying!  

Then Grampa Phil…just love him to pieces and the thought of losing him hurts my heart.  About a month ago he was given an all clear with the prostate thing, was told to come back in a year for testing while still taking a monthly shot.  Wasn’t long after when he started losing his voice, nothing was thought of it at first, figured it was a chest cold kind of thing.  Thank God for his family doctor who decided to send him to a lung doctor for tests.

Grampa has cancer in his lungs.  First doctor said there’s nothing that can be done, he’d get him on meds to make life easier until the end.  Thankfully they went for another opinion…the second doctor said she wasn’t calling anything without scans.  The first doctor felt Grampa was full of cancer, that he pry had spots in his brain because of terrible headaches….I want to say FU to this doctor!  

So, last week a biopsy was done, Monday was the scans…Tuesday was the big day.  

Before that…Saturday night we went to The Godfather’s, Kirk’s aunt and uncle…we talked about getting Grampa back to Iowa from Florida and getting him to his doctor here to see what he thinks and so on.  

While visiting about whether to go down to Florida or not and if so, before or after the results, Kirk called to talk to his folks and The Godfather called the uncle that lives down in Florida and has been going to the doctors appointments with Gramma and Grampa.  When Kirk got off the phone he felt pretty positive, when Godfather got off his call his information was the exact opposite.  Uncle said Grampa was too sick to even make it back to Iowa. We were looking up plane tickets, crying, feeling absolutely helpless.  Pissed off because he never wanted to move to Florida, he’s wanted to move home to be with his kids and grandkids for a long time.  Pissed because we could all fly down to see him but Kirk’s sister can’t because of being on dialysis and has to stay within so far from Omaha in case of a transplant call.  UGH!  

Sunday and Monday seemed to creep past.  Tuesday afternoon Kirk called to say his mom called, the cancer is localized in the lungs, that’s it!  No cancer anywhere else in his body!  The doctor feels like this is a treatable form, she’s going to get him on a treatment, find what works for him and then he’s coming home and she’s sending someone up here to get him setup with his treatments here and work with whomever he’ll be working with here! Of course it’s not a cure, but she feels this will possibly prolong his life a number of years.  Way better than he’s too sick to ever be able to come home!

While Kirk was explaining all this to me I started crying, again…he asked why I was crying, it was better news than was expected, told him I was just so damned happy!  

Talking to my mother-in-law last night she told me to hold on, Grampa wanted to talk to me…he was hard to understand, he told me about a horse ranch they’d gone to see last weekend, it was maybe a minute or two and his voice was gone, but it was so wonderful that he wanted to talk to me and just to here him!  Beyond words happy!

Kirk, Leo and I dealt with influenza for a good half month of February…thinking we had colds we were around my folks and The Godfather and Aunt Kathy…we shared the love and felt terrible about it.  Bubba missed almost two weeks of school.  This strain of influenza has been horrible around here lately.  Spring needs to come!  

So, we are seeing a bit of a light at the end of that long ass tunnel…things won’t be great, but they will be better, at least for now.  Now if we could just get the politicians to stop acting like five year olds the world would maybe be a happier place!  

Take Care! Peace!