Wednesday, February 15, 2012

She is Beautiful!

Last night our son-in-law, Eric, wanted to surprise Maria with an evening out.  You know what that meant!  Yes!  We got to be entertained by a beautiful little girl!  I know for certain that she is beautiful because that was the first thing she told me on arrival, "I am beautiful!"   You see, as Maria was getting fancied up for her night out, Cordelia wanted to do the same. 



Mental note to self: never ask a two year old to smile for a picture.


We had a fun evening.  Cordy has the sweetest manners.  She asked "please" and said "thank-you" and gave lots and lots of hugs.  

Cordelia wanted to watch Strawberry Shortcake but also wanted to eat supper.  What's a grandma to do?  Easily resolved, just bring the high chair into the living room!  Oh come now, don't judge me.  The rules are different at Grandma's house!



Cordy snuggled with me for the scary part of the movie.  Yes, there are scary parts in Strawberry Shortcake movies!  She patted me saying, "Don't worry Grandma.  Everything will be ok in the end."



Grandpa came home and all was well with Cordelia's world...


... and our's.







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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentine Radicals

Happy Valentine's Day! 

Is Valentine's Day a big deal for you?  I heard that question being asked on a talk show yesterday.  They were expecting the answer to be "no" for men and "yes" for women.  They were surprised when some of the women were answering that it was NOT a big deal for them.  I laughed, then, when the same women went on to say they'd be very upset if their boyfriend or husband forgot Valentine's Day.

My first reaction to that question was that Valentine's Day was not important to me at all.  I think it is the western, independent attitude in me that makes me want to reject the day.  I don't like to be told what day of the year we are supposed to celebrate our love.  On the other hand, I guess a day that reminds us to celebrate our love is not necessarily a bad thing.

Yesterday Mike and I decided to celebrate early.  How's that for independence?  We rejected the idea of trying to go out for dinner on a night when the restaurants would no doubt be full.  Instead, we decided to go out for BREAKFAST and to do it a day early.  We're radicals, I'm just saying...

Early on in our relationship I think Valentine's Day was more important to me.  Our very first one was in 1976 and I hope I am remembering it right.   Mike was in a basketball tournament in Havre, MT and I was there with the Pep Club.   I didn't see much of him, actually, as he was pretty busy.  In between basketball games he was resting at his aunt and uncle's house.  We found out later that he had mononucleosis.  Nevertheless, I received a flower from him.  I was so excited!  I'm sure it was the first time anyone sent me a flower and I loved knowing that he was thinking of me.  I hate to admit it but I am sure I also loved getting it in front of the other girls sharing the hotel room.




I also remember 1977's Valentine's Day.  Mike was going to college in Moorhead, MN and I had moved out there to be near him.  It was a bitterly cold winter and before Mike left his dorm's parking lot he'd had to squirt that stuff at the carburetor ( I think) to help get his car started.  During his efforts, a flame had flashed up at him.  He wasn't hurt, though, and he did get his car started.  When he arrived at my apartment the first thing I noticed was that the top of his head was covered with sawdust...then I noticed an awful smell!  It turns out that he'd burned the tips of his hair!  If you've never smelled burned hair, I will tell you that it is NOT a nice Valentiney smell.  I was thrilled that he'd made such an effort to take me on a date that night, though.   I tried to help him get rid of the "sawdust" from his head but I'm sure he was still a bit smelly when we went out for dinner.

 All these years later, I'm still grateful for the love we share.  I am well aware that not everyone has that same blessing.  I know that not everyone has a romantic love in their lives, but who says Valentine's Day is just about the romance?  I don't know anyone who is without love in their lives, be it the love of parents, children or friends.  Best of all, we have available to us the pure love of God.

I am still not sure that Valentine's Day is a big deal to me.  It seems like it puts a lot of pressure on people.  However, love IS a big deal (if you follow that link, click on the song, It's About Love).  So I'm celebrating that!

Monday, February 13, 2012

Reunited Friends



On our recent trip to Minnesota, Mom and I took a lunch break in Sioux Falls, SD.  A friend of Mom's, Marlene, met us.  They were so happy to see each other!  I loved this photo of the two friends reunited.



When was the last time you had a sweet reunion such as this?




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Sunday, February 12, 2012

Saturday, February 11, 2012

An Interview with AKM


Today I am introducing a reader named Angela, also known as AKM.  

Angela (AKM)


I think you will enjoy getting to "know" her a bit better through her interview.  I've enjoyed her upbeat and fun personality!  Here's my interview with her...


What is your earliest memory and how old were you?
    I THINK I remember the Fourth of July when I was 2 years old. I remember seeing fireworks and I distinctly remember sitting on a magenta plaid blanket we had. My mom says she doesn't remember that time specifically, but that it's definitely possible. 

Tell me something about which you feel passionate.
    I'm passionate about helping the disenfranchised, the marginalized, the oppressed. Jesus' best friends were these people, so that says it all to me. 

Tell me something about your childhood.
    I was fairly lonely as a child. I was tested and found to be gifted after I began reading early, and I never did fit in with the other children. I prayed and prayed for a little sister for years. Finally, when I was nine, I got a sibling...but it was a brother! EWW! A BOY! NOT what I ordered! 

Patrick and His girlfriend, Ashley

Once I met him, though, I instantly decided that we would be lifelong best friends. And we are.  

Tell me of an experience from your past that was incredible or amazing to you.
    Seeing the mountains of Colorado when I was sixteen was truly incredible. What majesty created by the Father! I decided then and there that I would someday live in Colorado, and I'm still sticking with that plan. I hope to live there once I get my MSW in two years.  
Tell me something that frightens you.
    Driving on bridges. Snakes. Driving in the rain and/or at night. Large statues of people. Clowns. Getting into a bad car accident. (Notice a theme here?)

Tell me something you have accomplished that pleased you.
    I still have a 4.0 so far in my second year (of four years) of grad school. 

What was your first job for money?
    I was always a babysitter as a teenager, and I was a good one. I would clean up the house as much as I could after the kids went to sleep, because I thought it would be a nice surprise for the parents. Kids loved me because I took the time to listen to them and I always had great books or movies or activities planned. My first real job was at Express, the clothing store, at Christmas my freshman year of college. It was kind of fun, and I spent every dime on Christmas presents for others and clothes for myself. 

Tell me about your first experience leaving home.
    I lived at home until I was 24, because I helped out so much with my brother. He was driving himself around by then and I finally decided to try the independence thing, so I moved into a small cheap apartment. I was still in college and I made $800 dollars a month working as a proofreader and receptionist at a local newspaper, and my rent was $200. I didn't have a thing, but I had tons of friends and tons of fun. It was probably the time I made the least amount of money as an adult, but it also might have been the time when I was happiest. Correlation, perhaps?! 

Do you think of yourself as an organized person?  Why or why not?
      I've always been peripherally organized -- I'm a secretary by trade -- but grad school has forced me to become organized to the very last detail. I plan out my budget, my work/school/practicum schedules, household chores and cooking schedules, assignment due dates, shopping lists/menus...I have to know where every penny goes and where every minute is spent. The more organized I am, the more relaxed I become. 

Is your adult life different than you expected?  If yes, how so?
      I always thought I would be married with children by now. I am almost 37 and single and without children, so it may never happen. I am satisfied with being a singleton, though, if that is what God has called me to be.

Is there a particular person who had great influence on you and if so who and how?
      Both of my grandmothers had a big influence on me. Grandma Gerry was my mother's mother, and I get my generosity, honesty-to-a-fault, and big heart from her. 

Grandma Gerry


Grandma Fran is my father's mother, and I get my wacky sense of humor mixed with a no-nonsense personality from her. 

Grandma Fran with Patrick's Dog, TJ


I am also influenced by Jesus Christ (of course!), Saint Francis (animals and simplicity), Martin Luther King (social justice), and Sir Paul McCartney (music and animals).  

AKM's Cat, Jackie


Tell me something about your views on spirituality.
       I came back to the Catholic Church last spring after a hiatus of at least ten years. I love receiving Jesus in the Eucharist. I love how the Holy Spirit moves me and guides me. I love knowing that I have a direct line to God at any time! (How cool is that?!) I love Mother Mary and I often get teary at Advent and Christmas when I consider the love she had for her baby boy, who would one day suffer and die so that others might live in the Kingdom forever. I love the austerity of Lent leading up to the great joy of Easter. I love loving my brothers and sisters here on Earth, as well as those who have gone before me, whom I will see again one day. I love babies, born and unborn, and I am pro-life.  

What do you do for a living?
      I am a secretary at a university in the St. Louis area and a part-time social work grad student. I will have my MSW in two years and I then hope to head West. (If Colorado isn't an option, I'm also considering states like Montana and/or Alaska.) I may try to get a federal job and work on an Armed Forces base. (Proud Army helicopter pilot's daughter here!) I also hope to serve in the Peace Corps at some point in my life. I am also currently an Inquirer learning about the Brothers and Sisters of Charity Domestic Expression, founded by John Michael Talbot, and I am considering becoming a celibate sister -- yes, a nun! -- and living at his Little Portion Hermitage in Arkansas someday. (http://littleportion.org/home.html)

What do you currently most enjoy to do with your free time?
      I love Sundays...Mass, family, friends, books, and relaxation. Sometimes I go out with friends on Friday nights and we do karaoke, which is a hoot. I'm kind of a homebody, though, so I am often at home reading, cooking, and snuggling with my cat.

Tell me something new you've recently learned.
      I've been immersed in domestic/sexual violence advocate training for my practicum, which is at a domestic violence agency from now until July/August. I have become passionate about the movement and it may be my social work niche. Everyone on the planet should feel safe in his or her own home and no one deserves to be abused. 

Is there something new you plan to learn?  If so, what?
      I have been kinda-sorta learning Italian for a few years. I'm not very good at it unless I can read it. (For whatever reason, I am good at learning foreign languages, but only specifically at reading and writing them; speaking them becomes a challenge. I think this might be because I am very much a reader and a visual learner.) 

Whether I've asked a fitting question or not, tell me anything about yourself that you wish to tell!
      -- I'm kind of a foodie and all of those "acquired taste" foods, like blue cheese, anchovies, and black licorice? I love 'em, and I have from the first time I ever tried them.
  
    -- I love coffee and tea and I must have some daily. I like all kinds of both.      -- I have never broken a bone or been stung by a bee.
  
    -- My favorite songs are "Thunder Road" by Bruce Springsteen, "Tin Cup Chalice" by Jimmy Buffett, and "In My Life" by the Beatles.
      -- I like tattoos, NPR, pigs, green olives, mob movies, British comedy, and Twizzlers.
      -- I am the guardian of one very spoiled and very beautiful one-eyed cat named Jackie.
      -- Like Pastor Mike, I am a huge St. Louis Cardinals fan. I also love Kentucky basketball and Notre Dame football. 
 

Friday, February 10, 2012

Walking Through the Tombstones



My Mom and I were in Minnesota for less than 48 hours.  We had one purpose, to support my nieces and nephew as they faced the loss of their mother.  Out of respect for their privacy I won't be talking about that except to say I was proud of them and wish we lived closer together.


When I was in 6th grade my family moved to that small town in Minnesota where my nieces and nephew later grew up.  I lived there until the end of my 9th grade year.  I loved living there!  Our home was actually a country church parsonage that sat right beside the little church as well as a little cemetery.  A small creek wound around us and a little lake was near the end of our driveway, all laced with trees.   Doesn't that sound lovely?  It really was.


As we were so limited on time we really tried to spend it all with family.  It has been nearly 39 years since we last lived out there and much has changed.  We did take a few minutes, though, to drive down the lane to the parsonage/church/cemetery where we once lived.  That little driveway still felt so very familiar.   The church itself did not look that much different, although it is no longer a church.   


The parsonage was much the same, although it seemed to have shrunk a bit.  It is no longer a parsonage, though.  That propane tank used to be a place I thought of as my own.  I'd run at it on the low end and leap up as though I was landing on the back of my horse.  Perhaps I will regret sharing that particular memory.  I will also likely regret telling that I'd sometimes put my after-school bologna sandwich in my mouth when I did that leaping maneuver so that I could sit on the back of my "horse" while enjoying my sandwich.




Mom and I got out and endured a chilly wind to walk around the cemetery a bit.  It may seem kind of odd but during our years there we'd grown quite used to that cemetery.  Mom, for a time, was the person who mowed the cemetery lawn.  We found the foundation of the tombstone she'd nicked when she was mowing one day right after it had been placed.  I remember that as being a pretty mortifying day for her but it gave us both a chuckle these 40 years later.




I found the tall tombstone that used to kind of scare me.  When I'd first moved there other kids convinced me to reach up and put my finger inside a hole on the top.  They said I'd feel the hair of the lady who was buried there.  Of course I was too old to believe it but I do remember that it DID kind of feel like hair in there.




Later, during those rough junior high years, I often wandered around this little cemetery.  Many times I'd read the names on those very old stones and wonder what their lives had been like.  I came to think of that place as a peaceful sanctuary.




We found the names of people we'd known.  Some had died many years ago, while others are still alive. These kind people have  taken some of the burden from their future survivors by having their plots and tombstones all ready.  Mom commented how good these people were to plan ahead so well.


It would have been nice to drive around and visit some of the few who may still remember us but we knew our purpose.  I took a few photos of our old home and we got back  into our vehicle, protected from the cold wind of that day, while our minds were melancholy with memories of a tender time of long ago.   






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Thursday, February 09, 2012



I would like to introduce you to Anna Leviner of Living the Leviner Life.  Anna was brave enough to volunteer to be among those interviewed for my blog.  Thank-you, Anna!   


Let's begin...


 What is your earliest memory and how old were you? 
My earliest memory from childhood was when I was four years old. I was in a car accident with my grandmother and ended up with a broken leg. It is still a very vivid memory in my mind.



Tell me something about which you feel passionate. 

Two subjects that I'm very passionate about are children's rights and animal rights. If you want to get me fired up on a topic, these would be it!



Tell me something about your childhood. 
I have always had a very vivid imagination, even as a child I enjoyed writing fictional stories. I also enjoyed coming up with games for my sisters and I to play.


What was your first job for money? 
I had some babysitting gigs and assisted my mom in her in-home daycare.


Is there a particular person who had great influence on you and if so who and how?  
My second grade teacher had a great influence on me because she always encouraged me to keep up writing.


Tell me something about your views on spirituality. 

God keeps me sane. I'm thankful for His presence and love in my life.


If you are married, tell about first meeting your spouse.  Was it love at first sight or did it cook up more slowly? 
I first met my husband at my high school alma mater's football game. We met through a mutual friend and enjoyed talking with one another, but I was sure I would never see him again. He made it a point to see me again and the rest is history. :)



Tell me something about your time as an adolescent. 
Most of what I remember about being a teen was constantly wanting to fit in. It was a time in my life that I'm happy I don't have to relive. I think I was the least like myself, that I could be. If that makes sense.

What do you currently most enjoy to do with your free time?  Blogging, reading, writing, spending time with my husband and family.

Is there something new you plan to learn?  If so, what? 
I would love to learn how to sew.


Thanks, Anna!  I appreciate that you took the time to do this for me.   Also, thank you for all your sweet comments that you've left on my blog over the last months.  I really appreciate it!  

Remember, you can get to know Anna even better by checking out her blog, Living the Leviner Life.   Her blog features product reviews, giveaways, recipes, thrifty tips and lots more!

My thanks to Anna and to all who have volunteered to be interviewed.  This is kind of fun so if you've not already done so, send me your information.  It is not too late to volunteer, just check out the instructions here.  I will be posting the interviews as they are available.  Thanks!


Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Confession



Well, you've probably figured out that before I left home I quickly put together a few days' worth of posts.  I only had my tablet a few hours and had no confidence that I would know how to post from it.  My laptop is not really portable since I can't close it.





So, there you have it.  That's my blogging confession.  I will be home soon and do it up right! 


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Tuesday, February 07, 2012

New Toy

I received this ...



for my birthday last week!

I am trying to figure it out while I am on my trip.  I'm sorry that I'm not getting the interviews published but when I get home to my familiar laptop I will get it all done up.  I've got a bit of a learning curve to navigate but I'm sure I'm going to love blogging from my tablet... eventually!



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Monday, February 06, 2012

Cordy and Grandpa

While I am on the road, I'd like to share one of my favorite photos from my birthday last week with you...






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Sunday, February 05, 2012

P

Pp... This verse is timeless.


Psalm 106:1 Praise the Lord! O give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; for his steadfast love endures forever.








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Saturday, February 04, 2012

Ginger

We received the news yesterday morning that my brother's former wife was killed in a motor vehicle accident Thursday evening.  I haven't been around her much for quite a few years but she was mother to my nieces, Sarah, Rachel and Elisabeth, as well as my nephew, Matthew.  I am picking up my mother today and heading to Minnesota to be with them.  I can not imagine the pain her children are enduring at this time.  

I have no great comfort to offer my nieces and my nephew.  I do not have words of wisdom for them.  What I do have are memories to share with them.  I met their mother when we were both in junior high school.  I can remind them how pretty she was.  I can talk about how generous she was with her talents.  I believe Maria still has the quilt Ginger made for her when she was born.  I can talk about her quiet smile.  I can reflect on her skills as a cook.  I remember what a hard worker she was.

Ginger's kids know all these things, though.  I think mostly I will just listen to them talk; they knew her better than any of us did.  Their loss is deep.  All I really have to offer is a sense of caring.  Mom and I go representing the rest of the family that can't be there.  We will go to let Ginger's children and grandchilren know that we remember her and that we are so very sorry for their loss.  


Friday, February 03, 2012

The Floral Rhino

This week Maria and I delivered our first order to a store.  It was an awesome feeling!

It was Maria's idea to approach the owner of a new store in town, asking if she'd be interested in some of the items we make for our Wyoming Rose Boutique.  We took in some samples and she was very interested.  In fact, she placed an order for 30 items from us, which we delivered Monday.



If you are local, please check out the Floral Rhino (cool name, huh).  It is on Center Street, just a bit South of the theater.  It is a very fun shop!  She already has a lot of interesting things in there and it is great fun even if you are just browsing.  She has jewelry, bags, cards, purses, pillows, camera cases, scarves and much more.  I saw a book titled, I Was a Great Mom Until I Had Kids.  Plus, now she has some things such as this



and this


She is also carrying pins (broaches) and hair clips that Maria sculpted from polymer clay.  They are beautiful works of art!

I browsed around and found a fun little purchase.  I'd been wanting to get a special plate for Cordelia to use when she is at our house and I found just the thing...





So, if you live nearby and want a uniquely cool place to look for gifts or something special for yourself, stop in and tell her Wyoming Rose sent you!  If you don't live nearby, of course, you are always welcome to click on any one of the photos in the top right corner of this blog and it will zip you right to our online shop.  Browsers are welcome there as well!


Thursday, February 02, 2012

Reflections of Cordelia



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Wednesday, February 01, 2012

How to Play Sparkle


Attention Grandma Grace and Grandma Carol, you are going to be happy to see lots of Cordy pictures!  You're welcome.

Yesterday Cordelia spent the morning with me.  I can't think of a better way to spend a morning!

Cordelia asked to play Sparkle.  Cordy doesn't say "f''s" but instead substitutes "sp".  Sparkle is actually Farkle.  Do you know it?  I doubt you've played it quite the way she does.  It is a fun dice game that we used to play together on Family Game Night quite a lot before Cordy was born.  She, however, plays it a bit differently.

First, she gets all the dice out.  It is important to make sure you got them all.



Then it is time to count each of the spots.



Bode showed some interest in joining her...




...so she had to read the directions to him.



Bode never really caught on but luckily Grandpa came by to play with her.  Everything is more fun with Grandpa!



It turns out that the lid makes a great boat for the dice to ride in as well as a twirly spinning toy.



(I am sorry about the red-eye but my every attempt at correcting them made her look totally freaky.  I am not skilled in this task.)

It seems the winner then gets to stack the dice into a sweet little tower.



Grandpa had to go to work but Cordelia and I carried on.  We had snacks.  We watched Strawberry Shortcake on Netflix and Cordy helped me crochet dishcloths.



Bode wanted to help as well.  It was memorable.



I have many joyful moments in my life and much for which I am grateful.  Mornings like this are better than jewels to me.




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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

George

Today was George Struck's birthday.  George was Mike's dad and he died just one month after we were married, nearly 34 years ago.   It has been a long time, yet he is still greatly missed.

Although I did not get to enjoy being his daughter-in-law for long, I am grateful that I'd known him for several years before his death.  George was quite a guy.  He was kind, he was funny, he loved his family and he was a man of faith.

I am happy to say that I see large bits of George in my own husband.  I love that!  When Mike raises his eyebrows a certain way and smiles a big smile, I see George.  When Mike throws his head back and laughs heartily, I see George.  I even sometimes see George in the way Mike drives a car.

I also see George's love of family displayed still by those he loved.  His grandchildren, who never met him, benefit because he showed his own children that family was important.  He showed his daughters how a man treats the woman he loves.  He showed his son how to be a faithful husband.

His sense of humor is displayed through  his children, grandchildren and even now his great-grandchild whenever they make a pun or a joke.   George was well-known for his sense of humor.  When I was in high school I was a cheerleader for awhile.  At one basketball game in a tiny gym with balcony seating a piece of paper came floating down to me.  When I retrieved it, thinking it must be something important, I read, "If my dentures fall down there, please don't step on them."  Yes, he was a bit of a character and he loved to laugh!

I see his caring and gentlemanly side in Mike as he serves his parishioners.  I see his faith in God spreading outward through Mike's sermons.  People who never met George benefit through his influence on Mike.

I suppose to someone on the outside looking in, George may have seemed like an ordinary man who grew his crop during the week and went to church each Sunday.  Looking back, I see a wonderful man who has influenced his descendants more than they will ever know.  Even now, 34 years later, we still miss him.



Monday, January 30, 2012

A Change of Heart

           I've known Allen for nearly 8 years.  He is a member of the congregation Mike serves.  Allen's wife, Gwen, sings on the Worship Team so Allen was usually at church early for her.  I was usually at church early with Mike and so while we waited, we visited.  Eventually he became the sound man and I was graciously invited to join the Worship Team, so we don't have the long conversations of those early years, but he's always available for a hug when I arrive at church.
             I came to think of Allen as a friend.  I think we know each other pretty well.  When  I first thought of interviewing people, I thought of Allen.  He grew up in Nebraska.  His family's business was a mortuary and I think they lived above it.  At a very young age he was helping his father with that business.
             Allen's own business was the carpet business.  Unfortunately, he was already retired when I needed carpet!  He was also quite ill this summer when we were going through our carpet drama so he didn't hear about most of it until later.  Even so, he had some helpful information for me.
             When Allen tells you he's had a change of heart, he means it quite literally!  He is a heart transplant patient and has endured the amputation of both of his legs as well.  Yet, he is known for claiming that he is "utterly fantastic"!

             Allen is a busy man.  He's very active in many aspects of our church.  He and Gwen have a kazillion grandchildren and they are quite involved with them.  Allen is a skill craftsman with wood.  Allen uses some of his time to share his experience with others.  He encourages other amputee patients and he teaches people about organ donation.  The following are his own notes from a speech he gave recently.  I've not changed it and I think through it you will know Allen a bit better...
       
             ((((“”””Allen’s Story””””))))
                            Beginning April 21st. 2003
                                             1/28/12

     Organ and Tissue Transplants offer patients a new chance at   Healthy, Productive, and Normal lives and return them to their Families, Friends, and Communities. “”YOU have the Power to change SOMEONES World by being A DONOR.!!!!!!!!!!!!(“” ITS ABOUT LIVING!!!!!! ITS ABOUT LIFE!!!!!!”)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ITS A MIRACLE. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!IT’S A GIFT..!!!!!!!
!!!!IT’S THE POWER TO TRANSFORM LIVES.!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Every day, organ and tissue donors give the ULTIMATE gift
!!!---THE GIFT OF LIFE---!!! To someone who would not survive without a transplant.

!!!!Thousands of Americans wait and hope for the news that a vital organ is on the way. For too many,- Time JUST runs out.

     After having nausea and mild vomiting for three days, the 21st of April 2003, {[(the day after Easter)]}  I suffered a massive heart attack in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, the fireman and paramedics when arriving at the house did an EKG and said I hadn’t had  a heart attack, but they were going to take me to the hospital as a precaution. My wife “Gwen” recounts the day like this; On Good Friday with tears in our eyes we see our son-in-law  Jim off to Iraq to serve his country, and on Monday, I am picking up trash with the preschool children and the next minute I am calling 911 to get my 58 yr. old husband to the hospital. I kept thinking this does not happen to us. It only happens to others and we read about it in the paper. We are told he is fatal, but he was only throwing up. No chest pain, no arm pain. What do they mean? Is my husband going to die. All I could do is pray and plead. Emergency angioplasty and stent placement in two separate locations, balloon pump, and by-pass  surgery did not work. After 2 days in the Casper hospital my family was told that the only chance I had to live was to fly to the University of Utah Hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah. The 23rd of April 2003 I was transferred by air ambulance , with a plane full of equipment and nurses and no room for any body else, to the University of Utah Hospital. After being stabilized and my lung functions improved over 24 hrs., the 24th of April an LVAD  (an artificial heart pump) was placed in my chest, the heart is not removed, the LVAD  takes over for the functions of the left side of my heart, this was the 1st of my open heart surgeries, and lasted app. 8hrs. When trying to close. The flows from the heart pump decreased and it was decided to leave the chest open & come back at a later date for closer.  Three days later April 27th back to surgery for closer of the chest. May 5th back to surgery for Bilateral amputation of both legs below the knee, because of gangrene, which developed from an allergy to heparin. This was the hardest decision my family had to make, but the Doctors told them you always choose life. Through all of this time (35 days) I was unconscious, all of the decisions were made by my wife, children, and relatives.” I think they made the right choices“. May 28th I developed blood clots in the lungs from all the surgeries, back in ICU for 4 days. The blood clots were dissolved, and now for therapy. With no feet and part of your legs gone, your prosthesis feel like you are walking on stilts. Just getting them on and leaving them on for a few minutes took so much work. Now to try and learn to walk. The therapist said they had never seen any patient with this much stubborn attitude. They would have other patients come in to talk to me so my attitude would rub off on them. Day after day learning to walk again. There were days I really just wanted to stay in bed and quit trying, but my faith in GOD kept me plugging along. The cards, letters,  phone calls, and news that prayer chain, after prayer chain ,after prayer chain were praying for me would spur me on to try a little harder.

       My family was told numerous times that I was fatal. I died and was brought back to life 4 times in Casper. Upon arriving at the University of Utah Hospital my wife was told by Dr. Stringham that he had never seen any body that sick that had ever lived, and I had 0 chance of living. After placement of the LVAD, in my chest, I lived and the doctors were amazed. But they still gave us no hope. I was getting worse. My feet were very cold. They were keeping track of the pulses in my feet and legs. After removal of my feet they were amazed at the improvement I was making. They told my family I probably didn’t have any brain activity. I would not wake up. The doctors just shook their heads. My wife said she would talk to me and ask me to answer by squeezing her hand or blinking my eye and I would respond. “ So we needed a brain scan“ !!!!!!!!. “SURPRISE” everything was O.K. After all the adversity and pain from surgeries, and new legs, going to rehab to learn to walk again, which took 7 weeks, dismissed from the hospital on July 15th. And now the big step to go to the beautiful motor home on the university parking lot, driven down for our use from our friends in Glendale Arizona.” “Could we handle the Big artifical heart machine“”? “Could we handle doing the dressings twice a day, with out causing some infection“? “What if the electricity goes off“? “What if the heart machine quits pumping“? I could not be left alone at any time. Some body had to be with me 24--7” How could we survive“? We were hooked up directly to the Salt Lake City Fire Department so they could get to us quickly, and get me right in to the emergency room at the University of Utah Hospital. “So many questions, so many unknowns“. We walked in the parking lots, but the uneven cement and asphalt caused me to pitch forward and almost fall, so we would go inside the hospital and walk  where it was cool and the floors were even. I needed to become comfortable on my new legs. When you get a new heart, they want you up walking as quickly after surgery as you can. They didn’t know what was going to happen with me, because they had never had a person lose their legs and then get an artificial heart nor be a heart transplant.  I was placed on Heart Transplant List on Monday July 21st.  We were given a pager from the hospital, saying this is your key to a new heart Keep it on all the time. It could take months or years until we find a compatible heart, but your artificial heart will keep you alive. I told the Doctors and transplant team if a heart came that would be GODS will and it would be perfect but if not the LVAD and I would be home for Christmas. The Heart Transplant Team and Surgeon turned down 2 hearts, 1 on Tuesday, and 1 on Thursday. Dr. Stringham told me that I worked so heard that just any heart that came close to a match would not do, it had to be perfect. On Saturday July 26th at 11:00 A.M. I received the call that they had a heart for me, and how soon could we get to the hospital, and I told them at the time we were walking in the hospital for my exercise, and they jokingly, wanted to know if I came to the hospital every day just to wait for a heart. The heart transplant was finished at 1:00 P.M. Sunday July 27th. After 57 pts. of blood I finally stopped bleeding. This was the 2nd of my open heat surgeries. This open heart surgery was 26 hours. A normal heart transplant can take 4 to 6 hours. After 1 week of problems keeping pills down, (“ I was taking 58 pills a day“), started rehab again, learning to walk again, pain in chest from 2nd open heart surgery, pain in legs from not having legs on for 2 wks., swelling and shrinking of stumps so legs don’t fit. Dismissed from the hospital August 22nd, 2003 and spent from then till December 21st 2003 in Salt Lake City at my sons doing rehab and biopsy’s as an out patient, riding the para tram buss 3 or 4 days a week to the hospital. Finally released from out patient at the hospital and it was so great to be home for Christmas to be with family,  friends, and church, most of whom I had not seen in 8 months. When I first saw my Cardiologist, Dr. Wicks, who was the last to see me off on the airplane, he said he never expected to see me alive let alone walking into his office.
     One of my transplant coordinators (LeAnn Stamos) said “A heart transplant can give you five, ten, fifteen or more years for what ever makes your life WONDERFUL, BUT POST-TRANSPLANT IS NOT AN EASY LIFE.”
                   I have had:
     13 biopsy’s of the heart in 2003 with 2 rejections, with a 3 day stay in hospital, per rejection
     6    biopsy’s of the heart in 2004 with  1 rejection, with 3 days in the hospital.
     Kidneys shut down to less than 20% working in 2004 and at that time we stopped Cyclosporine and started Rapamune and kidneys improved to 80%  working in 6 months.
     6 biopsy’s of heart in 2005 “”with 2 holes put in Lungs””, with 3 day stay in the hospital per hole.
     2  biopsy’s of the heart in 2006
     1       “         “     “     “    “   2007
     1      “        “       “       “   “  2008
In 2009 I did not have a biopsy of the heart. They did a modified Annual. I had a stress ECHO, EKG, reg. blood draw(4 vials), 24hr. Urine ,and saw my many Dr.s.
     In May 2010 I had hernia surgery. This was a result of having the ELVAD. This hospital stay was 16 days, it was supposed to be 3 to 5 days, but the bowels went to sleep and did not want to wake up.
     In Aug. 2010  I had a modified annual with a medicine enduced stress ECHO.
     In October 2010 I had my gallbladder removed laposcopicly
     In July 2011 I had another hernia surgery and 6 days after we had another surgery to straighten out the bowel which decided to stop working. After 3 weeks in the hospital in Salt Lake I finally got home. The recovery from these two surgeries has been a very slow process.
     In Oct. 2011 I had another biopsy heart cath. This heart cath. was #30.
     In August 2012 I will have a modified annual with medicine induced stress ECHO.
     A heart biopsy is a kind of torture that no one person should have to endure--not even once. It entails the removal of heart tissue from a patient who, most often, is not offered any sedation. A bit of local anesthetic is the most a heart biopsy patient can hope for--This painkiller’s efficacy is sorely limited. The ordeal of the heart biopsies never lessen over time. There is the physical pain involved of course, and the healing time seems to be longer with each biopsy. GOD is always with me and his will WILL be done.!!!!
     4 to 6 blood draws every year to control my medicines (which are done every 3 months or as needed when changing the dosage)
    I take 28 pills every day at a cost of $60.88 per day or $22,222.64  per. year. Part of this cost is pickup by insurance, and part is paid by the drug company’s. The balance is out of pocket.  I have gone into the donut hole, by March 1st. For the last 5 years.
    After the annual biopsy, and check up  at the University of Utah  Hospital, the 27th and 28th of July, 2007, they found a spot on my right lung. I have had 4 C.T. Scans since then, and of course they are looking for cancer, but the spot seams to be disappearing. This is one of the problems a heart transplant has while taking the anti-rejection drugs. You take drugs to counter act drugs you take.
     There are app. 2,000 heart transplants performed every year in the U.S.
88% of heart transplants survive 1 year
78%  “      “           “              “       3 years
72%  “      “           “             “       5 years
60%   “      “           “             “     10 years
16%   “      “           “             “     20 years

About 90% of Heart Transplants can come close to resuming normal daily activities, but fewer than 40% return to work.
Heart Transplants can cost approximately $300,000 initialy , and approximately $40,000 per year after that. We have spent 1 and 3/4 million dollars including insurance.

         I like to tell the story of a lost and found item in the paper.
“LOST DOG!!!!”, three legs, blind in left eye, missing right ear, broken tail, recently hit by truck; answers to the name of “LUCKY”. This is how I feel today and every day, just like the dog named Lucky. I don’t know why GOD choose me as a miracle and I don’t know for sure what he saved me to do. I live each day one day at a time and I Thank God I am Alive. My family got to see the heart come in, in the cooler, a true miracle to receive a heart after only being on the transplant list for 5 days. Everyone cheered us on wherever we were in the hospital. The doctors would say, they don’t get many chances to bring someone back from death, and we’re going to make sure he’s well taken care of. From the  beginning of my story to  the end, Attitude is what made me a winner. Attitude can make us all winners!!!! My prayer when I finally came too was “Lord use me I’m yours, (I am going to live and I’m going to fight)”. My wife Gwen says I asked would I die if they didn’t remove my legs, she said yes and I said what took you so long.I will have to live without my legs and feet, live with casting and recasting, (so my prosthetics will fit),live with super amounts of medicine and anti-rejection drugs, blood tests, doctor appointments, biopsies, doctor bills, and be careful of my health for the rest of my life. My wife “Gwen” recalls, They told us at University of Utah Hospital, that Allen’s determination to live was a big part of why he made it. His positive attitude still goes on today! I wonder many times how he continues being so positive when things go wrong, or his stumps hurt, or a spot on the lung, or the painful biopsy’s year after year.
  It is truly great to be alive , even though I missed my youngest son’s wedding, I get to see my 14 grand children, and am involved in their lives and the lives of my 5 children and their spouses. I am very involved in my church by being on the church council and three committees, a member of the board of directors of Shepherd of The Valley Care Center for 13 years before it was sold, a member of the Board of Directors of Thrivent financial for Lutherans, member of Mended Hearts support group, the Wyoming Amputee Support Group and also volunteer at the hospital visiting heart patients.  I look at life very differently today. I have really good days and really bad days, but all my days are UTERLY  FANTASTIC !!!!and they are all good days. I look at the handicapped very differently, I am one of them. I don‘t consider myself as handicapped I just don‘t do things as fast as I used too. My positive attitude got me where I am today and will get me through tomorrow, even if I don’t feel well it’s still a fantastic day. It’s truly GREAT to be alive!!  To be given that 2nd. chance that few are given. Great strides are being made in the medical community today, in August 2010 I held in my fist the newest LVAD. This is a heart pump which could last 15 to 20 years, the LVAD that I had could maybe last 3 to 4 years and was a definite bridge to transplant, the new one could be a life extender besides being a bridge to transplant.

     On May 20th 2005 we got to meet the parents of Robbie,( the 24 year old young man whose heart I received, his organs helped save 7 lives and with tissue and everything else helped improve the lives of 50 others.). This does not happen to very many organ recipients, and I feel very privilege to have had that opportunity. It was a very tearful but wonderful 3 hours learning about Robbie, his parents, and brother. We still communicate by card and letters. We have a picture of Robbie and his family in our Family Room. He is a big part of Our life.

     On January 18th. 2010 a good friend passed away, she was a donor, she saved FOUR lives and helped improve the lives of at least 12 more. Every person in this room could do the same.
   
     My hope and prayer is that I am able to donate this HEART to someone to prolong their life, of course I wish to donate all organs and what ever will help improve someone’s life.

     SOME INFORMATION ABOUT ____________

                             ORGAN DONATION

People of all ages and medical histories should consider themselves potential donors.

Medical condition at time of death will determine what can be donated.

Donated organs include the heart, pancreas, kidneys, liver, lungs, and intestines.

Donated tissue to replace bone, tendons, and ligaments.

Donated corneas, skin, bone, bone marrow, heart valves to help heal & replace what is damaged.

All major religions support organ and tissue donations.

It is illegal to buy or sell organs or tissue in the United States.

It is possible to donate life to others as a living kidney or partial liver, lung, pancreas or intestine donor.

Each year more than 6,000 deceased donors make possible nearly 20,000 organ transplants, and nearly 7,000 transplants from living donors.

There are also 25,000 tissue donors and 44,000 cornea donors annually providing more than 1,000,000 tissue and cornea transplants.

The need for donated organs and tissue continue to grow. Over 100,000 men, women, and children currently await life-saving organ transplants. Sadly 18 people die each day due to the lack of available organs, and every 12 minutes another name is added to the national organ transplant waiting list.

Every organ and tissue donor can save and enhance the lives of up to 50 people.

In 2006, there were a total of 115 individuals who donated organs and 767 individuals who donated tissues in Colorado and Wyoming. Atotal of 343 lives were saved through organs transplanted from local donors. Additionally, 1,350 individuals also donated eye tissue. Each organ can save up to eight lives and a single tissue donor can provide more than 100 tissues for transplant.

Organ and tissue donation becomes an option ONLY after all LIFE-SAVING efforts have been made, and death has been declared.

Consent for donation is confirmed and your family is asked to participate by providing your medical history.

The body is always treated with great care and respect.

Donation should not delay or change funeral arrangements, and an open casket funeral is possible.

Organs are distributed based upon medical information like blood type, body size, and tissue type matching through a national computer network operated by the United Network for Organ Sharing, they also consider organ size, time waiting for transplant,  distance between donor and recipient, medical urgency of recipient, immune-system match, and whether the recipient is a child or an adult, once the transplant team has been notified they have one hour to make the decision. A heart can only be disconnected from a persons circulation for about four hours and still work properly. When you are critically ill like I was you go to number 1 status for the first 30 days. Tissue is distributed based upon patient need, availability and medical criteria.

       The web site for organ and tissue donation is:
           http://www.donatelife.net                                                                                        
There you can learn more about organ and tissue donation.

                                                                                                       
SOME MYTHS ABOUT ORGAN DONATION

MYTH: If I agree to donate my organs,  my doctor or the       emergency room staff won’t work as heard to save my life. They will remove my organs as soon as possible to save someone else.

REALITY: When you go to the hospital for treatment, doctors focus on saving your life----not somebody else’s. The doctor in charge of your care has nothing to do with transplantation.

MYTH: Maybe I won’t be dead when they sign my death certificate. It will be to late for me if they have already taken my organs. I might have other wise have recovered.

REALITY: Although this is a popular topic in the tabloids, in reality, people do not start to wiggle a toe after they have been declared dead. In fact, people who have agreed to organ donation are given more tests to determine that they are truly dead then those who haven’t agreed to organ donation.

MYTH: My family will be charged for donating a loved ones organs.

REALITY: The organ donors family is never charged for donating

MYTH: My loved one has suffered so much because of illness. I do not want them to suffer any more.

REALITY: Your loved one is dead at the time of donation and can not feel pain, and your loved ones body is treated with the same respect as someone who is alive.

MYTH: I am to old to donate.

REALITY: There is no definite cut off age for donating organs. Organs have been successfully transplanted from donors in their 70s and 80s.

MYTH: I am not in the greatest of health, and my eyesight is poor. Nobody would want my organs or tissues.

REALITY: Very few medical conditions automatically disqualify you from donating organs. The decision to use an organ is based on strict medical criteria. It may turn out that certain organs are not suitable for transplantation, but other organs and tissues may be fine. Don’t disqualify yourself prematurely. Only medical professionals at the time of your death can determine whether your organs are suitable for transplantation.

Contrary to popular belief, signing a donor card and your drivers license does not guarantee that your organs will be donated. The best way to ensure that your wishes are carried out is to inform your family of your desire to donate. Doing this in writing ensures that your wishes will be considered. When family knows it is easier for them to give their consent.

      If you signed your drivers license as a donor please tell your family members of your wishes!!!!!!!

     I don’t know how I got this way
     It matters little here today
     A healthy organ they must find
     They’ll look where organ donors signed

     There’s some that say the price is high
      But you can’t use them when you die
      The only thing that’s left to give
      Are organs helping people live

      I pray that those who don’t believe
      In giving organs will receive
     Some guidance from above
     To help with our undying love

     If you find it in your heart to give
     Several dying people now may live
     Your gift can save so many lives
      Children, fathers, mothers, wives

     It only takes a little time
     To sign upon the dotted line
     To tell your family of your plans
      And leave the rest up to GODS hands.
          By- Dale Francis Leeb
                  3-24-97

My Prayer for everyone is that we all say yes to the donor card, and drivers license, and make sure that we tell our family and friends our wishes to be a donor, and offer our prayers of thanksgiving to GOD, and the family that shared.
    I’d like to close with a poem written by a 29 year survivor of a heart transplant who is 50 years old.
     It doesn’t really matter when we die,
     How we die, or why we die.
     What really does matter is how we live…
And the hearts and souls of those we touch along the way.

             !!!!!!THANK YOU!!!!!!  4/29/2011

          !!!!!!THANK YOU!!!!!!


I thank YOU, Allen, for letting me publish your notes.  I'm glad you are my friend.

Over the next few weeks I will be doing more posts about the sweet people who volunteered to be interviewed.  If you missed out and would agree to have a post about yourself, check back to my post with the interview questions.  Thanks!
  

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