Friday, November 22, 2013

The Good and the Bad...

Today has been a very long day.

First, the great news. Today is the feast day of St. Cecilia, my patron saint. It is also the day my husband and I met in person five years ago. We didn't do anything to commemorate the day but we did spend much of it together.

Second, the not so great news. I had to take my husband to have a phlebotomy. That was not pleasant. Fortunately, the nurses were kind and we were out of there in less than an hour. You must be wondering why he would need a phlebotomy.

About a month ago, my husband went to his annual physical. He had his blood drawn but his numbers were off. He has way too much iron and his hematocrits are too high. He was referred to a hematologist who drew his blood again, had him do an ultrasound, and re-evaluated his physical state. The diagnosis was as my husband suspected, Secondary Polycythemia Vera. It's a blood disorder that runs in his family, on both sides, where the red blood cells are too much and eventually can lead to cancer. Currently, there is no "cure" for polycythemia, only management. What I wish I had was a prognosis that would let me know what my husband's longevity is with this. I'd like him around for a good long while.

Now, it's time to go to bed. I've been up and working for way too long and the baby is letting my know it.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Happy Birthday Pilot

Life has been more than hectic lately. OB appts, birthday parties, and family events have kept me busy and not thinking much. 

Last Thursday, Pilot turned three. He is so excited that he's getting to be such a big boy. 






On Saturday, we had a birthday party for him. Sadly, I don't have one photograph of the event. Pilot got lots of airplanes and books. A big hit was from his buddy who got him Disney's Peter Pan. We didn't have that in our collection and surprisingly my husband had never seen the film. In the space of two days I think it was played four times. My husband realized that the Star Trek VI movie references Peter Pan at the end where their destination is, "Second star to the right and straight on til morning."

On Sunday, I started a new aspect of my diet. I'm cutting dairy as well as grains. I've never tried it before, but after listening to The Gluten Summit all last week I learned that dairy protein can look similar to wheat in it's structure and you can end up with allergenic symptoms even though you are not consuming wheat. I had my last bit of wheat over a month ago at a baptism/birthday party and I'm still sneezing. The cutting of dairy seems to be helping. My sinuses are not as congested and I only sneezed four times yesterday rather than twenty (when I eat wheat, I can be sneezing over 100 times a day. I counted.). It's going to make Thanksgiving and Christmas interesting. I may have to bring a container of food to some of the parties just so I can have something to eat. 

Time is flying. Next week is Thanksgiving. Then begins Advent, my birthday and our fourth anniversary. Christmas will be here before we know it and then the baby will be born at the end of January. Here's to hoping I won't take so long posting again. 

Friday, November 1, 2013

All Saints Day

Happy All Saints Day!

What a beautiful morning we have to visit with the saints at mass. The boys are still sleeping but my husband and I are bustling about to get ready for the 8:30 am mass. Any other mass to attend would conflict with nap time or bedtime, so 8:30 am it is. I'm thinking of stopping by the cemetery on the way home to let the boys wander around and look at what and who is there. I haven't taken a ramble like that in years, so it should be interesting. Add to that that I've never visited our local cemetery before. I wonder how old it is. Probably not much more than 150 years. When I was in Germany for nine months, at the age of 19, I used to walk through the nearby cemetery often. It was beautiful, well kept, and more like a botanical garden than a cemetery. But, if you understand the local rules, it all makes sense. If your family does not care for the plot, you are unburied and the space is given to someone whose family will care for it. Very logical if you think of how old and crowded the burial grounds could be in Europe. 

Peace be with you all.