I Prayed for Him

This is what over $6,000 worth of medicine and IVs

in your refrigerator looks like :)

Mike update: He is home. He came home on Monday and I'm really sorry I didn't blog and tell family sooner. I'll try to do better in the future so you know where he is and can make plans to visit or send a card. He is still on IVs and will go back to Madison on Tuesday and repeat his PFTs. I will post those numbers this week. We are playing the game of; ask the doctor - call the insurance; call the insurance - ask the doctor - game. Really not much fun. Mike needs a new neub machine and cups etc. He asked at the hospital and they told him to call his insurance company. Are you kidding me. Since when do you call an insurance company to get new medical equipment. I guess I will have to do the 20 phone call thing to get it going. Another opportunity for me to practice MY patience.

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I prayed for him. But not just in the way you are probably thinking. Yes, I pray for Mike and all my kids on a regular basis keeping them close to my heart. But I mean I prayed for Mike. Let me explain.

I was 22 when I gave birth to Katie. What a blessing a child is. She was an exceptionally good baby to boot. I was blessed. She slept through the night at a couple weeks old, was perfectly healthy and happy all the time. This parenting thing was the best. I remember going into work one day a little teary eyed and bewildered. Four other women there had just had babies also and they came to work pretty ragged. One of them quipped to me, “Oh, what’s the matter, did your perfect baby finally keep you up last night for a change?” “No,” I quietly offered back, “actually, I got home at 5:30 last night and she was already asleep for the night.” “What is your problem?” the young mother quipped sarcastically but in fun, “I’d love it if my daughter slept at all!” “Well,” I continued a little choked up, “when I left this morning at 6 she still wasn’t awake. I never got to see her.”

I spent Katie’s first three months of life at home with her. It was so much fun being a new mom. One of the nights when Katie went to bed early I turned on the TV (I know shocking for me I really have watched the thing a time or two in my life) and a documentary was on. It was about special needs/handicapped children. The images are still in my mind. They gave story after story about special needs or handicapped children. They told how many of these children were physically and emotionally abused from infancy on. Exasperated parents unable to cope with the painful screams or behavior of these special children cracked under the pressure and hit, kicked, neglected and otherwise abused these children. Blind, deaf and diseased, defenseless children. I was sickened. I walked into Katie’s bedroom and peered over the crib. She was beautiful. How could anyone hurt a baby?

I went to bed that night and lay awake thinking about the images I had seen. As I was praying, before I fell asleep I can remember praying these words, “God, if you have to send a special baby down here, then give him to me, I’ll do all that I can to see that he isn’t abused." The words of a special poem I had once read ran through my mind. I couldn’t remember all the words to the prayer/poem but I knew it told of how special these kids were in God’s eyes. ------I was either just pregnant or about to get pregnant with Mike.

I remember all the screaming as Mike was slowly starving to death in my arms. I can remember winding up the baby swing and pushing the swing while he was screaming. I would talk to him to try and calm him as I hurried to feed Katie. I would finish and hurry back and pick Mike up as he was still screaming. Screaming from hunger. I can’t imagine the pain he was enduring. It almost broke me but I continued to pray. I prayed for Mike – for the relief of his pain and a diagnosis to make him better. I prayed for strength to continue to care for and comfort him. I prayed for all those other parents – my understanding was new and less judgmental. I still pray. I have not been a perfect parent but God continues to forgive me and bless me. I love being a mom. I wouldn’t trade any of it.

God continues to answer my prayers. He continues to give us just what we need when we need it. These last few years have been long and lonely. They have been full of love and laughter, sorrow and stress. And God continues to provide. Yesterday I checked in on my sister Lynn to “see how the other half lives” and we laughed really hard. Kristi sent me a joke that made me laugh until I cried. I got to go to a party with a bunch of people I work with and got to talk with real live adults. It was fun. John and Sue were wonderful hosts – they had a band and food and cake. It was awesome. Thank you! Thank you Sara and Nicki and Pete for encouraging me to go. I am refueled and full. I am grateful for all my blessings. I got a few emails from people who care and share their love. I am humbled. Thank you. Each and every one of you – thank you for taking the time to bless my life.

And in closing I will share the poem/prayer. When Mike was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis they told me he was considered to be handicapped because he had a fatal disease. I remembered the poem – I went on a search that took more than a year to find it. I no longer have the little card it came on, but the words are written on my heart. So from memory here is Heaven’s Child (sorry if I miss a few words – the memory isn’t as good as it used to be ;) Hope this blesses someone today – it did me:

Heaven’s Child
A meeting was held quite far from earth
It’s time again for another birth
Said the Angels to the Lord above
This special child will need much love.

He may not walk or laugh or play
His thoughts may seem quite far away
In many ways he won’t adapt
And he’ll be known as handicapped.

So let’s be careful where he’s sent
We want his life to be content
Please Lord help us find the parents who
Will do a special job for you.

They may not realize right away
The leading role they’re asked to play
But with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love

And soon they’ll know the privilege given
In caring for this gift from heaven
Their precious charge so meek and mild
Is Heaven’s Very Special Child.

If you are caring for a “Heaven’s Child” – God bless you richly in your walk. Remember the words of 1 Corinthians 10:13 “No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.”

Thank you God, for entrusting me with this Heaven’s Child - for giving me the guidance and strength to continue to serve You. Amen.
Shalom.

It's Official . . .

. . . I'm a soccer mom. Yikes. But as promised a Mike update first.

Mike update: Thank you to all those who have called, emailed, facebooked or gotten a hold of us somehow. We are glad you are here and we appreciate the support. Mike is having a hard time with patience. It is hard to spend as much time as he does, isolated, in a small room, 2 hours or more away from home. The woman in the room next door keeps him awake and has made rude comments that, of course, he can hear.

Mike went to take a walk yesterday and some teenagers stared at him when he got on the elevator. Mike has to wear a mask etc., when he leaves his room. You know, it's kind of like anything else, if I'm in a bar and someone treats me rudely or makes an inappropriate comment, I may get upset but I do take into consideration the fact that I am in a bar. Now, if I were at work and that happened I might not take it so lightly. Know what I mean? Mike doesn't appreciate rude stares and nasty comments while in a hospital. It is a hospital! I know he is sensitive to all these new things he has to do because of CF - oxygen, masks, ports and tubes in his chest and stomach - who wouldn't be. But truly I want to believe others look and wonder out of concern. It is just hard to deal with as we all know. We pray for Mike's patience.

He also didn't sleep well Friday night. He woke up with a stomach ache and had to stop the night feedings. This was Mike's facebook entry from yesterday:

Mike Vandeurzen: hates the weekends in the hospital they go by so slow

And his blog post from the day before he was admitted:

Mike Vandeurzen: u have nocked me down many times i have goten back up i no u come agen to nock me out but i will tuck my chin in put up my hands n fight i am a cf fighter n this round is mine

Many of you have asked about visitors. Yes, Mike can have visitors. Please, please, please be careful and use the antibacterial hand lotion outside his room and gown up to protect Mike. The cold and flu season is upon us and that stuff is all flying around the hospital. We need to keep it out of Mike's room. Go to this post for more info. Mike is bored right now and would appreciate the company. He said he feels badly when people visit because he figures they must be bored too. Let's help him stop feeling that way. I explained that when his dad and I come we love having the opportunity to spend time with him. We don't need to be entertained. We don't feel bored at all. I am always disappointed when I don't get to go.

To keep our CF freinds in the loop Mike's routine right now includes:
Up at around 5-6 for vitals. (He goes back to bed)

IV Tobra and Zosyn one is every 6 hours (4 x daily) and the other is 2 x daily.
Do the math on that one. Each IV runs about an hour with another 15-20 min flush. He is hooked up a good percentage of the day.
He does chest PT or IPV/Vest 4 times per day. Those each take about 15 - 30 minutes.
Aerosol treatments before like Pulmozyme, albuterol, HTS, saline, etc.
Insulin checks and other CF meds like enzymes etc. Throughout the day.
And then by 9-10 p.m. it is time to get him hooked up to the feeding tube that runs 8-10 hours and oxygen that runs all night.
This is a weekend-type day. During the week tests and procedures can interrupt and add to the schedule.

The best time of day for Mike is generally afternoons. He gets unhooked between 1 and 2 and usually has another Med around 4ish and then is unhooked until 7-8 p.m.

That's about all for now on Mike. Facebook him or drop him a card or a call if you get a chance. He so appreciates the support and pray for his continued patience through all this. It is hard to be so tied down. It is hard to be sick. It is hard. Peace. Peace. Peace. Love you.

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Richard had his first soccer tournament yesterday and yep, I'm a soccer mom! What next an SUV? Just kidding. It was fun. The team took 1st place in their Division!! Go Panthers! Richard scored a goal in the first game that I missed. I was able to catch the last two games. As I walked up and saw all these moms in blankets, hats, and mittens I knew I was out of the car pool loop. Man, the things you gotta learn on the streets. Thankfully, by the time I got there people were shedding their mittens and hats. I will know next time. The kids played awesome. Better yet, I

was so impressed with their sportsmanship. (In the picture above Alissa snuck one past the goally and into the net!) Not one bad incident. The parents behaved very well too. ;) Lots of energy on the sidelines. I sat next to Regina so I would know what was going on. Thanks for the constant screaming, I mean updates :)!

This is the first year Richard has played soccer. He seems to really be enjoying it. He scored two goals at the game Wednesday night. I was so happy I had the day off and got to see him. The kids are all really working hard as a team. (Love the pic below - the boy can jump!) Parents click on any picture if you want to see it larger.

Proud soccer mom :)

P.S. We were so thankful to hear at church this morning that Ginger received her new lung. Blessings to you and your family for a continued speedy and full recovery. Peace.

Please consider being an organ donor. Blessings to you!

Good news Bad news

Mike is in a small room. Not a very nice one this time. Wish he could get a decent room - the days are so long.

He had his PFTs today. FEV1 is at 28%. Good news is they haven't gone down any further than the last time. The bad news is his FEV1 is at 28%. Urgh. Hopefully, this course of IV antibiotics will help him get back up to 50% or highter. We always hope and pray for higher. His oxygen sats were at 91% when he got there so they gave him oxygen. He continues to need oxygen at night as well as the feeding tube. His weight wasn't too bad so hopefully, he can maintain and go up from here. That may help. He is tired and resting a lot. He is, as always, in isolation. You can connect with him on facebook or his cell phone. You can write to him here:

Mike Van Deurzen
C/O University Hospital and Clinics D6/518
600 Highland Avenue
Madison, WI 53792

He's not sure how long he will stay this time. He is going to take it one week at a time. He will decide if he will stay or come home on IVs after the first week.

CF SUCKS! So glad God is bigger than CF and still in control.

P.S. Other good news - his port was accessed successfully. No "drano" needed. That was a blessing.

The First CF Tear

Mike Update: Mike is all packed and ready to go. Missy took him out for dinner. Wings, at a little bar type restaurant. He won't eat much. Knowing I wanted to post a blog soon, I asked him what he would like me to tell people about how he feels. This conversation followed:

"So Mike, what should I tell people so they understand how you feel?" I said.

"Like crap?" he said softly, kind of half jokingly, propping himself up on the counter in the kitchen.

"Coughing a lot, and tight chested?" I offered for clarification. He nodded.

"Tired and hard to do stuff?" he nodded again.

"Not able to eat much because you are afraid it won't stay down?" he continued to nod.

"Just feeling yucky and sick, basically?"

He nodded and then with a smirk on his face he said, "And thankful that there are rest stops on the stairs." (landings) He smiled and kind of laughed shallowly not wanting to start coughing. He ALWAYS looks on the bright side. I love that boy.

So Mike is exhausted and the infection is out of control. Time for a tune-up. He will be admitted tomorrow. I will post his numbers in the next few days along with the address of the hospital if you would like to send him a card :). We appreciate your prayers and support.

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I started to write a blog post the other day and didn't get back to it. I was remembering back to when we first found out Mike had CF. I was thinking about all this because it came to my mind how different my emotions have been on this CF journey. You would think that I have spent most of my life sad or in tears, but in actuality it is just the opposite. I have never had any trouble laughing. In fact, when I ran in to a co-worker the other day, a woman I had worked with for almost 10 years and haven't seen for a while now, we started to reminisce and instantly started laughing really hard. She said to me, "Gina, that is what I miss most about working with you, your laugh!" What a nice compliment. I love to laugh. I love life. I can have such a good time without much effort. But tears - now that's another story. Those have never come easily. How odd. I thought about this and I remembered my first tear about CF.

Mike had been admitted to the local hospital. He was three and a half months old. He was so sick. He was literally starving to death in my arms. The nurse did a sweat test. The results were inconclusive but questionable. I asked the head nurse if she could find me some information about the sweat test and CF. She brought back a medical book and I started to read. The book said that if Mike had CF he probably wouldn't live to be 18 years old. It said that the majority of children died well before then. The more I read, the more I knew this is what was wrong with my son. I wasn't instantly sad, as I was just so relieved that perhaps they could do something and he wouldn't die in my arms. He was so close. He had been through so much, but that is an entire blog post in itself for another time. I called my mom and she said she would come and watch Mike for a few hours so I could run home and pack. The doctors told me I needed to take him to a CF center which was 2 hours away. The doctor said they would be able to tell me if he had CF. They said to pack and plan to stay for at least 11 days.

As I was waiting for my mom to arrive, I played and comforted Mikey hoping he would fall asleep and stay asleep until I returned. I fed him and then sang him the song I sang to all my kids from the time I knew they were inside me until they were adults.

I am Jesus Little Lamb;
Every glad at heart I am,
For my shepherd gently guides me,
Knows my needs and well provides me,
Loves me every day the same,
Even calls me by my name.

Day by day at home away,
Jesus is my staff and stay.
When I hunger Jesus feeds me,
In to pleasant pastures leads me;
When I thrist, he bids me go
Where the quiet waters flow.

Who so happy as I am,
Even now the Shepherd's lamb?
And when my short life is ended . . .

I chocked, my voice got stuck and nothing more would come out. I didn't even have a diagnosis yet, but I knew, as a mother knows. I knew that Mikey had CF. A tear rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away. Maybe, just maybe, the CF center would be able to save him. I had hope.

Life became a whirlwind and our lives were changed dramatically. Breathing treatments, chest poundings and lots of medicine, doctor visits, and trips to the hospital. And he was alive. And I was thankful. And I am still thankful. There were no more tears. Not a one for years. Not until I watched the movie, Alex the Life of a Child. I cried so hard after watching that beautiful little girl lose her battle to CF at only nine years old.

Sometimes I feel like 27 years of emotion are trying to bubble up to the surface. Sometimes the tears just come now. Pain is, the difference between what is, and what we want it to be. Spencer Johnson. Such a telling quote. There is pain. I want CF to stop making my son and others suffer. Tears and hope. Hope for a cure. Hope for the future and tears. It is hard to talk about CF now without tears. But I still have hope. And I still love life. And I still love to laugh really hard. Mostly, because I can. I am so blessed. But there is pain in watching your child suffer, even if he never complains. There is still more hope than pain and I am thankful. Thankful that the medications are still able to help Mike feel "better." Thankful that I have friends like you who encourage me and help me and Mike on this journey. Thankful that God continues to guide us on this journey.

I have small journals where I have recorded things I am thankful for. I have a book I carry in my purse or briefcase of “happy” pictures. Pictures of people and things that make me smile. Sometimes I have to LOOK for the blessings among the pain and suffering. It is always right there ready to be grasped, just within reach, there for the taking –if only I choose to reach out and grasp it. I am renewed and refueled. My spirit is strengthened and I am full. Thankful. Hopeful. Grateful. Peace.

P.S. And how does the hymn end?

And when my short life is ended,
By his angel hosts attended,
He will fold me to his breast,
There within his arms to rest.

I am comforted.
Blessings to you!

No mama, Mikey is SICK!

I’m so sorry I missed the comment/question from my post “Am I going to die from CF?” SSK wrote, “I am fielding these questions from one of our older children regarding our little guy's CF. Did you have these type of questions from your child's older siblings? How did you handle it? Blessings....” Yes, I have had these questions and I approached them the same way I did Mike’s (my child with CF) similar questions. It is funny, really, how smart and intuitive children are. They really know and see so much more than we would expect. Oddly, I can remember the very first conversation I had with Katie about CF. Probably because it was so profound and she was so young. Katie and Mike are less than 13 months apart in age. She really doesn’t know life without her brother Mike. They were extremely close as youngsters, almost inseparable, except for the CF, until about age 12. Katie was extremely articulate at a very young age. It was amazing that Mike ever learned to talk at all because Katie always wanted to do all the talking for everyone – especially Mike.

Anyway, this particular conversation happened when Katie was between 3 and 4. Mike would have been 2-3. I had just finished giving him therapy (pounding on his chest for about 35-40 minutes) – you all remember the days of manual chest poundings several times a day. Mike was getting sick and we were in what I termed “crunch mode.” Crunch mode meant Mike was coughing more and more and I was pounding 3-4 times a day and sometimes in the middle of the night if he couldn’t stop coughing. We didn’t have pulmozyme in those days. We were finished pounding and Mike ran off to play. I was sitting on the floor. Katie walked over and said, “Mommy, Mikey is sick.” And I said, “Yes, honey, Mikey is sick,” very nonchalantly pretending it was no big deal. Katie put her arm around my shoulder and said, in a very low, informational tone , “No, mama, Mikey is SICK!” I looked up at her and I said, “Yes, honey, Mikey is sick,” in a very compassionate voice. Our eyes met and there was an unsaid understanding between us that he wasn’t just “normal” sick but SICK. She knew. She understood. But the conversation that followed was truly amazing and again I can only praise and thank God for giving me the words and leading the conversation to where it went.

“Mommy, if you can’t make Mikey better, than we will take him to the doctor and the doctor will make him all better?” she said, with a hopeful tone. She had endured many hours at doctor’s offices being patient while Mike endured tests and procedures. “Yes, if Mikey gets sick and Mom can’t make him better then we will take him to the doctor,” I said as reassuringly as possible. “And mama,” she continued in a somewhat matter of fact yet inquisitive voice, “if the doctor can’t make Mike better than we will take him to the hospital and the hospital will make him all better?” Katie had also watched mom disappear for weeks at a time as I took Mike to the hospital and she would come to visit. I was amazed at how well she understood the routine. I was almost saddened and sickened that this “routine” was obviously seeming “normal” to her. Was I really talking to a 3-4 year old? “Yes, honey,” I continued to reassure her, “when the doctor can’t make Mikey all better we will take him to the hospital and they will make him all better." And then came the question I was unprepared to hear from a child so young, “But mama, if the hospital can’t make Mikey all better, who will make Mikey all better?” Her voice was very serious as those big blue eyes pierced my soul waiting to hear the comfort that all was well. In a very cheerful yet decisive voice I said slowly, “Well, when mama, and the doctor, and the hospital, can’t make Mikey better, then Jesus will take Mikey and make him all better!” A big smile came across her face and she almost jumped off the floor with excitement. She said in a jovial voice, “Ohhhhh, Jesus will make him all better! OK, mom!” Almost as if she were thinking, oh, of course, how did I forget? She ran off to play.

She was comforted that God was in control. She never asked anymore questions. It was understood. She is 28 and now she comforts me with similar words. I can’t tell you how reassured this makes me. When God gives you the “right” words there isn’t a need for a lot of words. I believe she never brought it up much after that because she has a strong faith and she saw the same in Mike and me – she understood. I’m sure the understanding of those words has changed as her faith has grown and matured but there was never a need for further explanation. The words would have been the same. The words are the same. 1 Corinthians 2:13 “This is what we speak, not in words taught us by human wisdom but in words taught by the Spirit, expressing spiritual truths in spiritual words.”

I believe anyone could use similar words for any age of child. My son Richie is 10 and he is just beginning to ask questions about why Mike is in the hospital so much. Because Mike is an adult and takes himself to many of the doctor and hospital visits, my younger two haven’t felt the impact like Katie did. I haven’t had this conversation with Richie or David yet but getting close with Richard. I anticipate the conversation to be similar. God willing, He will give me the right words.

Skk, I hope this helps you. One way or another Jesus will make it all better. I don’t know what the future holds but I know who holds the future. God is working this all out according to His plan. We are not sure if that means a transplant, or a cure here on earth or in heaven but we are confident in His plan. Peace. I am thankful for the continued strengthening God supplies me through His Word. He supplies us daily. Blessings to you!

One Day at a Time

It has been a while since I updated my blog. Goodness so much is going on. I started my new job; we decided to sell our house, Gary got married; Mike went back in the hospital; Jean came to visit from Dallas; Mike came home on IVs for a week; we decided NOT to sell our house; David had eye surgery; and school started. It all took me so very close to the edge but God is so good. He is faithful and provided the strength and people exactly where and when we needed them. I am again, grateful and humbled by the goodness God shows us through people he puts in our path.

First, as I promised, I will keep Mike at the top of my blog to update everyone. Mike went into the hospital this past time (July right after his birthday) with an FEV1 of 28%. Heartbreaking. He was disappointed that his function got so low. He was trying to get in before they got so low, hoping that he would be able to stay more on top of things in hopes of coming up higher at the end of his course of IV antibiotics. Unfortunately, his cough started getting so bad he couldn't keep much food down. He dropped a lot of the weight he had been working so hard at gaining. He said he could not handle another two weeks in the hospital in isolation. He did one week inpatient and came home and did another week at home. He is a fighter. I was overwhelmed by my new job and didn't help him at all. I know Missy is a big help and I so appreciate others that pitch in. Thank you all. Thankfully, when Mike returned to have his port flushed and do PFTs his FEV1 had come up to 50%. While living daily on only 50% of the lung function we are all used to, Mike is always so thankful to be out of transplant range. There is a big difference between that 28 and the 50%. That is for another blog post. We continue to appreciate all your prayers of support and words of encouragement. Mike is dancing again. He has been doing protein shakes and using his feed tube and has gained back some weight. He looks good. He has a couple of great opportunities with dancing coming up and I'm hoping to find some balance so I can see him dance. God willing. And if you ever get the chance to see Mike and Missy dance, take it. It is awesome. They dance as one and it takes my breath away. I am going to try and video tape it soon. Frank and Julie you have done an awesome job! Missy and Mike - keep up the hard work!

My new job is great and hard and overwhelming and fun and . . . The learning curve is difficult. Partially because I am a bit of a perfectionist and I want to know it all now and be as productive as possible. The other part is because it is a new position so there isn't someone there to "train" me. I am trying to find out where I can best help and support my boss. I'm learning as much as possible and applying my experience. I have to say I have a wonderful boss who is very supportive and complimentary. We seem to really connect and work well as a team. I am also blessed to work with some incredibly talented people. It truly amazes me. Most companies I've worked for have at least a couple people who can kind of be annoying because they don't care, or they just lack skills or drive. I still haven't met anyone like that where I work. I am in awe of the talent I get to work with on a daily basis. I'm learning a ton from all these people. What a blessing for me.


In July this beautiful couple got married. Congratulations to Gary and Chelsea. It was just a beautiful day, a beautiful ceremony and a memorable day of family and fun. Gary and Mike were in the same class in grade school. During the video when I saw pictures of Mike and Gary together as kids I got choked up. I looked over at my sister and could see by the look on her face the emotion that only another mother could sense. So happy for your child and his accomplishments - all tangled up with the emotion of closing a chapter in your life while another one opens. Gary will always be special as I got to see him grow up more closely than I have gotten to with other nieces and nephews. I remember the computer lab I monitored while Gary and his friends practiced typing. Seems like yesterday. May God bless your life together Gary and Chelsea!



The end of July a friend of mine came to visit from Dallas. We haven't seen each other in years. It was difficult to try and plan time together given all the things that can come up that can't be controlled in my life right now. But Jean and I decided to just go for it. We set a date and she got airline tickets. It was funny because sure enough, as soon as the flights were booked I was offered my job. Mike was in the hospital when she came but we planned for this too and Jean flew into Madison. I picked her up at the airport and we headed right to the hospital to see Mike. I had been at work all morning and then at the airport. Jean had just been stuck on an airplane for a few hours so we needed to gown up to be sure Mike was safe from germs. I didn't want to take any chances. But we still had fun and grabbed a quick picture. Of course there wasn't a nurse around but we got a goofy picture. Thanks, Jean and Mike for putting up with my photo fetish. Jean and I left the hospital and walked up and down State Street. Jean bought me dinner and then we ran to the grocery store and she bought some excellent wine and beer and we came home. We just hung out and had such a wonderful time. It has taught me that I need to take time to refuel. I am so thankful to have friends like Jean who help me slow down and smell the roses (or the incredible red wine ;)). On Saturday I allowed myself to be pampered. (Thank you to Angie and her family for the gift certificates - they were finally put to good use!) We had massages and I got a pedicure and Jean got a manicure. We laughed and caught up and reminisced. It was awesome. On Sunday she helped me figure out my benefits for my new job. That was so kind of her to help because I was overwhelmed with it all at the time. The advice she gave to Paul and I is so appreciated. Thank you so much for all you did Jean. Love, love, love you girl! I can't wait until you come again!

The beginning of August was hectic with Mom working full time. David needed his fourth eye surgery and I was torn. Again, God provided. My friend Gail came over and spent the night and she and Paul left with David at 5 O'clock in the morning and headed to the hospital in Sheboygan. I went into work. This was such a difficult decision. David came out of surgery kicking and screaming like he did the last three times. Gail's help was immense. She and Paul worked together to keep David from rubbing his eyes and settled him down. After being drugged and taking a long nap they were able to bring him home around lunch time. Gail is a saint for giving her love to my child in this way. God has blessed me with such awesome friends. David was bright eyed and untraumatized by the experience by the time I got home from work. While I wish I could say his eyes are perfect now they are still better than they were. We are praying he won't need any additional surgeries and that too is a blessing. Thank you for all the help Gail! Love, love, love you!

August means the beginning of school for us. This also meant another transition. Paul went back to work and the boys are all off in school now. Here are some pics of the yearly tradition in our house.

Richie is a big "upper grader" now. He started 5th grade with Mrs. Albrecht.

Gage is 7 now and in 1st Grade with Mrs. Lauber. I also got a picture of Gage, with his Mom (my daughter Katie) on the first day.



And yes, my baby started Kindergarten. His teacher is Mrs. Wilsman. God bless her!

For those of you new to my blog, Katie is my oldest and her son Gage goes to the same school as his uncles. It keeps life interesting. Gage and David get to see each other at recess and Richard gets to help by getting milk for the Kindergarten class when it is his turn. Below I snapped a picture of Richie, hubby Paul (right) and Mr. Woldt the principal. Jon and Paul were classmates in college. He also taught Katie and Mike years ago. It is a small world.



The blessings we have been given are immeasurable. God has seen us through so much and continues to provide for us on a daily basis. We are thankful. These past few months have been particularly hard for me as I have started my new job and so much has gone on. So many people have been there for me. A couple of friends of mine, Leslie and Pam, brought over dinner one night. I was almost to the breaking point as Mike was getting ready to be admitted to the hospital and things were so hectic at work. What a blessing to come home and find a kitchen full of food and goodies. Thank you ladies! You are the best!

The demands on my time are greater than they have ever been. I have a lot of work to do. But I am having fun. I have the most awesome friends and some of you I have neglected lately. I thank you for your understanding during this trying time. I hope to be able to connect soon. Peace and love to all of you! Your support means so much.

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To an old acquaintance, Joyce, please know I am praying for you as you again battle cancer. God give you peace, strength, and healing.

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And in closing, if you have a moment please watch the following clip. And please consider being an organ donor. THANK YOU!

http://www.mlive.com/news/grand-rapids/index.ssf/2010/08/sparta_mom_awaiting_lung_trans.html

Blessings to you!

Good times with Family - Happy 4th

Happy 4th of July everyone! Just wanted to share some pics quick from the family gathering we had on Friday night. Erica and Bart were in town with their 4 children. Here they are pictured from left to right: Elsa, Hans, Bart (Pastor) Erica, Eva (on her lap) and Elena. Sorry if I misspelled the names. Erica lives in Michigan now and we don't get to see her very often. I think the last time I saw them Elena was a baby. So fun to see how much those little girls look like their mom!

The kids had fun in the sandbox and on the swing set and getting to know each other. COUSINS - took me back to when I was a kid. Visiting cousins was the best!!

Turned on the sprinklers and the kids had a blast. Kids and water - fun start to a holiday weekend.

Paul is heading out with Richard to buy some "thunderworks" for the boys! David is wondering if he will get sucked into the sky if he watches them tonight. He is also concerned that he will get more ba-skeeto bites. Oh to be five!

And even grandma Joyce came to the party!! It was a great night!

Happy 4th everyone. We are so blessed to be Americans. God bless America!! Enjoy your weekend!!