Saturday, January 7, 2012

Action shots!

WOW. Thanks friends for your encouragement and advice. I took some decent sports shots today. They won't be winning any awards, but at least I am proud enough to post them on Facebook and put them in a scrapbook (you know, if I did scrapbooks, that's exactly where I'd put these). I even took photos of kids who don't live in my home -- for practice, and because I like 'em like my own. My kids have grown up alongside a lot of their classmates and teammates, so that makes them pretty special to them -- and to their sentimental mom and dad, too!

For instance, this is a friend of Ryker's since we moved here when his mom was in MOPS with me. They never miss each other's birthday. 

And these two troublemakers are Bible study partners at church on Wednesdays and Sundays, too. Looks like they're strategizing here. 

Ryker -- letting the ball get a bit too far out of his grasp. 

And the girl guarding him took advantage of that. He looked at these photos later and said girls are no good at basketball. Can you believe he would say that? Does he know who his mom is? Does he notice what's happening in this photo? 


Girl or not, Ryker doesn't like having the ball stolen from him, so he goes in for the attack. 

And easily regains possession, though at their end of the court. 

Love this action shot of the coach's son. He's got his arm out -- good boy! But that isn't stopping the other player!

Thanks Chad for the tips. I think I'm finally getting somewhere. And thanks, Kim, for the lens. It totally rocks!! 



This warm weather makes me want to...puke!

The comments, oh the comments are driving me crazy. Maybe quite literally.

If I read one more time about how someone’s day was turned on its head because of the faaaaab-U-lesss weather, I will….I will. Well, I don’t know what I’ll do. But I can tell you what hearing about it did to me. It aggravated my head and my stomach. That’s what it did.

I tell you, I am green with envy. I want to BE you– outside playing catch with your son, riding bikes with your daughter or heck, even pulling weeds all by your lonesome.
Hearing about the 60-degree temperatures while I sit in misery inside on a January day that should be filled with snow or cold or darn it, even just a cool breeze makes the veins in my head throb just a little bit harder.

I swear I’m not a scrooge. I don’t want to rain on your parade. And I absolutely despise people who complain non-stop. But today – on this day, another day in a string of days that are ridiculously unseasonably warm and beautiful – I can’t help it. I’ve been on the verge of a temper tantrum and the buildup is just too much.

I. Am. About. To. Explode.

Because for me, it’s not just day four of gorgeousness. It was the fourth day of my suffering. Not in silence, as my poor husband can attest.

About 18 months ago, I suffered my first migraine headache. Lemme tell you. A headache is to a migraine as a paper cut on your finger is to a hand amputation.

Granted none of my migraines have been as bad as No. 1 – two days in bed, unable to speak the first six hours or look at light. Smells and sounds were magnified so intensely I wanted to puke. I couldn’t even drive my own children to school.

Yesterday on day three of this migraine, I wasn't sure what was worse – the throbbing pain over my eye or the nauseating feeling in my stomach. Or, the fact that I have to tell my children to keep their voices down and no, I can’t play basketball outside with you because I can’t even walk to the mailbox and please do not bicker with your brother this morning. OK, I say that every morning, but I beg on migraine mornings.

I am so thankful now that I have a medication that lessens the effects of these headaches. It worked pretty well on day one. But on day two, the migraine returned halfway through my Wal-mart shopping where I was stuck in the baking aisle with no medication -- not even ibuprofen, and by the time I got home to my prescription medication, it was too late.

The misery was barely bearable. And the heat on my neck and cold pack on my head weren’t helping any more than the pill was. Two hours later, my husband suggested a heavy duty sleeping pill. I didn’t need much convincing. It helped me sleep pretty well – save for a couple of flip-flops during which I noticed Dan was upright in bed with his Kindle in hand.

In the morning, the headache was still there – a little better – so I popped another pill as I discovered the poor love of my life hadn’t slept. It seems I was moaning and groaning in my sleep. Yes, migraines are that excruciating. Pray you never get one. If you can identify with me, I’m so very sorry. If you have them often, I don’t even have words, my dear, because I can’t think of many other conditions that would drive a person to insanity.

So, I dropped off the kids at school yesterday and arrived at work in a state of fogginess. The migraine was back. I took a second pill. And then I felt VERY ill. It seems an empty stomach is no place for this medication. Headache and nausea were better; queasiness and weakness had set in and I felt on the verge of vomit -- my least favorite place to exist. After a bit, I finally had enough energy to grab some change and head down the hallway. I wasn't sure if I would stop at the bathroom to puke or make it to the vending machine for some pretzels.

I managed to force down the whole bag of pretzels. It took an hour. And as the day slowly progressed, I finally felt relief. That night, we all four made it to the Globetrotters game. And I survived.

It's beautiful again today -- day four -- with more of this lovely upper 40s and lower 50s weather in mid-January in Illinois. If you haven't figured it out yet, my migraines seem to be directly related to temperature. Luckily I DO get to enjoy beautiful days. Because the blood vessels in my head seem to be reacting to the sudden upward surge in temperatures. Sometimes the pain lasts 24 hours, sometimes several days.

Today it's much better, so I'm hopping on my bicycle and going outside to FINALLY enjoy the unseasonable weather like a normal person! Take that, you stupid spring-like weather! Oh, and bring on the snow, please!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

New Year's Resolutions: My Pet Peeve

It really wasn't all that long ago that I was making New Year's "resolutions." You know, those little promises (aka white lies) we make to ourselves to feel better about the opportunity (aka blank slate) that was plopped in front of us with the purchase of an all-new, empty calendar. A new page, a new leaf -- whatever you want to call it -- the New Year has become a parking spot for dreams and wishes.

Or, just the opposite for some.

Because you see, in time, enough of these dreams and wishes go unfulfilled that we give up on resolutions.

For the last several days, I've read of my Facebook friends either throwing in the towel -- already -- on a resolution or simply resolving not to resolve in order to avoid the inevitable letdown.

I understand. And that's why I decided no more resolutions just a few years ago. I'm so glad!

But I did not and will not give up on dreams and wishes. What I did was turn my resolution into a game plan. I think you should, too! Yogi Berra sums up why in this simple quote: "You got to be careful if you don't know where you're going, because you might not get there."

Many of us breeze through life as if it's happening to us, and we have no control. In fact, your life is yours -- a gift from God -- and you can lead it instead of letting it take you on an unwanted path. John Maxwell says in one of his books on leadership: "Someday people will summarize your life in a single sentence. My advice: pick it now!"

Right now I'm in the second chapter of Dave Ramsey's book "EntreLeadership," and I love how he talks about dreams that while great, are not well-defined -- "big and fuzzy and in the clouds." That's kind of like resolutions, and that's why every year, I categorize several goals for myself. But I don't stop there, I include a list of resources (money, help from others, etc.) I will need to accomplish them and how or when I will accomplish them. Statistically speaking, people who write out their goals are significantly more likely to reach them. From experience, I have found that to be true as last year I checked off nearly every goal I set out to conquer.

Ramsey says dreams must be accompanied by a vision and mission statement. Even God advises us to adopt a vision as the Proverbs mention "Where there is no vision, people perish." It's not just why businesses fail, Ramsey says. "Where there is no vision, your marriage will fail, your family will be dysfunctional, you will stumble in your spiritual walk, you will get fat and flabby, and your money will disappear."

On my spreadsheet (no lie...I've made a spreadsheet with blank spots for me to check in quarterly to record my progress. I'm type A; can you tell??), I've got three goals in each of these categories: Family and Home; Financial and Career; Spiritual; Social and Cultural; Mental and Educational; and Physical and Health.

Dave Ramsey also recounts in "EntreLeadership" how he was encouraged by a mentor to write out a mission statement for his business and for himself. "Truthfully I hated doing it at first," he writes. "To sit down and put words to who we are and what that means was very hard. I guess some people like this stuff, but I felt like I had a term paper due. As I surrendered myself to a process that was stretching me, it became exciting. This idea of saying who we are out loud began to have some life-changing power as I worked on it."

It was encouraging to me that even Ramsey is resistant to change. I know I have been, and embracing change can sometimes be a process. But a mission statement with "life-changing power?" Wow. That sounds worth it!

Here's what John Maxwell has to say about change:

* Don't change just enough to get away from your problems -- change enough to solve them.
* Don't change your circumstances to improve your life -- change yourself to improve your circumstances.
* Don't do the same old things expecting to get different results -- get different results by doing something new.
* Don't wait to see the light to change -- start changing as soon as you feel the heat.
* Don't see change as something hurtful that must be done -- see it as something helpful that can be done.
* Don't avoid paying the immediate price of change -- if you do, you will pay the ultimate price of never improving.

I felt sad seeing my friends' posts about not changing or not making commitments to change this year. However, I understand. I've been there, too. And I hope someday you'll reevaluate that! We should always be moving or "Failing FORWARD," another Maxwell book, lest we become victims of our circumstances. This to me is the key to success, and it can be painful because oftentimes change means failing or at least risk of failing, which is viewed by society as negative to say the least. But good leaders know failing is often along the road to success. It's most certainly a tool God uses to grow and shape us. And I know it has a happy ending as Ephesians 2:10 says "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them."

That sounds life-changing and totally worth it!
Hope you think so, too.
Much love,
A

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Proof I can't take a good sports photo

I usually have my camera with me wherever I go. I love to take photos. Of people. Doing the things they love to do. I love candids -- a moment captured when nobody is posing or even paying attention to the camera. That's the journalist, the artist in me. So, you might think people, candids, activities people I love enjoy. You might think I'd take some rockin' sports photos. Oh, how wrong you would be! I know aperture, ISO, shutter speed. I know the technical aspects to taking a good photo. I can change the camera settings to make a photo in the same lighting look entirely different. And yet I cannot for the life of me take a good sports photo, though I try. I do try. I take my camera and mostly resort to video -- except for the one goal Abby got in soccer. I didn't take a photo or a video. Frankly, the best boys on her team whose soccer skills are amazing couldn't get a goal, so I really didn't expect her to get one. She did. They lost 8-1. She was the 1!

So, I know if I use a flash, I can freeze the action. And I'm certainly not one who's opposed to artificial lighting. But in sports photography, a flash looks SO ARTIFICIAL to me, even when my speed light is bounced. (Although my new speed light is pretty amazing!)  I like artificial lighting that looks natural -- that's the point and the difference between an amateur and someone who thinks she's a professional. Haha!

OK, so here are three photos (the good ones) of my kids in sports. They are so horrible!!!




So, there you have it. I feel so bad because everyone knows I take photos, so when they see me show up at a game, they think I'll be posting great photos on Facebook later of their child scoring the game-winning basket or stealing the ball. Gulp. Now my secret is out. So sorry! But I do still try, so keep checking in. You never know. I believe in miracles!

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

How our holiday season got its start...

The weekend before Dan became ill, our holidays were pretty much on schedule. All the shopping was done. We enjoyed the Athens Christian Church children's Christmas program, and Abby would sing the following weekend. They had their school program coming up. We had baking and wrapping to do. But we were on schedule, unlike most years. That's a good thing. We got to enjoy an evening with friends, albeit our chef was running back and forth to one of our minister's homes where he....well, that's a story for another day. I'll just say December was a month of freak accidents. And leave it at that!
So, here are the adorable children decorating the sugar cookies. I simply don't know what's more stunning -- the children or the cookies!
 Yes, that is a sunflower platter to put the decorated cookies on. Now you know what to get me for Christmas next year. ;-)   We had this nice spread of green and pinkish red icing and a large array of sprinkles. I thought I overbought. It's amazing how fast sprinkles disappear in a room with five children. 

The older girls paid a lot of attention to detail. 

Ryker paid attention to icing. Lots and lots of icing. And when it got on his fingers, he licked them. Want a cookie? Ha! He took a lot of trips to the bathroom to wash his hands. Abby's finally catching on that you can't lick your hands while you're preparing food. Although there was no oversight committee for the angel food cake she made last weekend (photos to come...believe me, it's something to behold!). 

This is Zettie's first cookie. "Oops." The sprinkles didn't have lids with little holes. Just big openings. Uh-oh. (Shhhh.....this is the one I ate later!)

I think they enjoyed it. A least they were all in one room and still for five minutes. Can't say that about the rest of the night!

Zettie's face after the sprinkle mishap. Umm. How could anyone ever be mad at her? "It's OK, honey. More sprinkles next time would be good. Please and thank you."

Here's Rozella and Abby finishing up. The boys lost interest and went to find something they could make weapons out of. Cookies just aren't their thing, I guess. Until it's time to eat them. Typical. Boys. 

The following day was a lazy, lazy day. I woke up with a migraine, so we missed church. We stayed in our PJs until 4 p.m. After we showered, I decided that Abby and I should give each other Christmas pedicures. The boys felt left out. Of course, Dan was two toenails into Ryker's paint job when he mentioned I would probably post the photos on Facebook. Ryker freaked out and didn't let him finish. (It was funny to see his two red toes in the baptismal water on Sunday!) Anyway, I have a bunch of photos of Dan painting Ryker's toes, but in the interest of a well-adjusted boy, I'll refrain from sharing. Of course, I don't necessarily recommend pedicures for the men in your life. Two days later, Dan was sweating like crazy in the emergency room and I pulled off his socks. He spent the next week in the hospital explaining himself to all the nurses. There's really only two reasons for a man with painted toenails: 1. A really good dad and 2. Well, I don't think I have to spell that one out. But I'm pretty relieved Dan falls under reason No. 1. 

I don't think I took many photos for the next week. One of my camera's most inactive periods! We spent most of our spare time in the hospital, and well, that was too depressing to photograph. Not that hospitals are bad. I love hospitals. Just not when my husband is in one. 

So a few days after he was released from his prison cell, er um hospital room, my sister and her husband Teddy (who live in Germany) were going to be breezing through Springfield on the Amtrak on their way from spending a few days with his family to go down to the St. Louis area and spend a few days with my family. So we surprised the kids that morning and drove them to the Amtrak station. We had purchased two tickets for them to board with Jamie and Teddy. They were pretty excited at this news and especially at the fact that they'd be the first ones to see their aunt and uncle!

Abby waiting inside the station, which is extremely disgusting. I cringe just thinking of it, and I'd left my antibacterial gel in the car. Never do that. It's just asking for trouble. 


Ryker watching the northbound train pulling away. On it were about a dozen men in matching sweatpants and sweatshirts. There was also a police car outside the station that pulled away as soon as the prisoners, I mean men got on the train. I wonder....did they get a weekend release for the holidays? That's really nice. I mean that. No, actually I am only saying that because they got on the other train. If they'd gotten on the train with my babies, I would have snatched my kids off that train. Because these creepy men in shabby uniforms were staring at my kids' every move. Oddly enough, my kids never mentioned them, and it was the first thing I noticed. Hmmmmm.....overprotective mom???

Eventually we had to wait outside because they were just so darned excited. And also the filth of the station was giving me the heeby jeebies. This is cute, though. Ryker making his excited face. No, not really. I didn't tell him to do that. He is just naturally adorable and makes these natural expressions that make your heart mel. Your heart's not melting? Really? 


Yay! Here comes the train....finally. Only 15 minutes behind schedule. That's not bad!

Yay! Aunt Jamie! Aunt Jamie! 



My babies boarding the train for their very first train ride. My sources tell me it wasn't very exciting to them. Five minutes down the road. "We're bored."  That's why we tried to send them with books and their Nintendos. Is nothing exciting anymore to 7 and 9 year olds? 




Monday, January 2, 2012

Warning: Very random thoughts strung together

So, I'm finally uploading Christmas photographs that I may or may not edit by Easter. There was some interesting stuff on my camera, but nothing that made one very interesting post. So I'm shoving it all together in this one post. Let's see how it turns out. Wheeee! What fun!

Ahh! I see they loaded completely randomly, too, with no regard for chronological numbering. Nice.

 OK. So, yes, this was still on my camera. A day at the pumpkin farm. In October. Yep. Mother of the Year. This was the start of the shorts over leggings thing. She's still the cutest!

The sun rising outside our house. I love our open horizon view and enjoying the sunrise every morning. OK. That's a bald-face lie. I hate seeing the sun rise every morning. I am NOT a morning person. I suffer through the morning along with everyone who's around me. The poor souls. They hate it when I see the sun rise, which is almost every morning since I wake up at 5:30 a.m. But, if I gotta be up that early, I'm glad God gives me a view like this almost every day. He's nice like that.

 The kids had Legos out on the folding table for like well forever. I finally cleaned it up and found a stash of chocolate chip morsels back there. I'd say that was gross if I hadn't seen the stuff my little ADHD wonder hides in her room. She gets hungry when her medication wears off. It's nice she has a plan for when hunger strikes. I mean, the kitchen is SOOOO far away and we only give her access to eat at any hour (from the healthy food drawer only...we do have some limits!).

Three head injuries in six months, but it took 9 years for Abby to get her first shiner. It never turned purple...just yellow with this blue crescent around her eye. Pretty freaky looking. Ummm....I almost forgot to mention. We did not do this to her! She collided with a boy at recess -- the same day Dan got sick -- so we kind of forgot about it until her skin began to change colors.

This is Ryker at the pumpkin farm. He's giving his "natural" smile. Poor boy. He tries. 

Abby might be forgetful and fitful. She can be hateful and despicable, but I suppose most siblings can be. Yet sometimes she's super sweet and full of compassion and thoughtfulness. Like when she lays out outfits for her brother. She doesn't even try to impose her own fashion rules on him, and she leaves adorable little notes. And just when you think she can't get any cuter, you turn to see the closet where she got everything...


Yep. That's our Abby. Gotta love her!

If you're still tuned in, I hope you were entertained. They sure keep us on our toes, which is why it takes three months for me to get photos off my camera and onto my computer. Show's over. Please come back soon!

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Happiness delivered -- YES, please!

This surprise package showed up at our house on Thursday -- if I have my day right. Pardon me if my head is mixing up dates. As if the holiday season isn't sprinkled with enough insanity, ours was doubly crazy with Dan's health. So, he got this package from my friend Jill, who just might be the most thoughtful person on the planet. And I love that about her, despite my inability to reciprocate her thoughtfulness, she still does all these wonderfully nice things for us! 

What an unexpected surprise from Henry & David -- never heard of these guys before -- but yum, yum. Take a peek at what was inside this gorgeous box! 


I love fancy, gorgeous, intentional packaging. This is the outside of the box. How beautiful! And if this bright red doesn't brighten your spirits and get you in the mood for the holidays, check your pulse! Happiness delivered? Well, let's see....


Pears -- that's how this company got its start. What a great idea to share the story right on the packaging. More beautiful designs, festive colors. This package has it going on! And the pears tasted great!


Havarti cheese -- never heard of it, but it too was wonderful. Yummy!! Soft, mild and melted in my mouth. I think I need some more....STAT! 


Salami -- very peppery. Different, unique and delivered just like everything else! 


Happiness delivered? Well, yes indeed. I think it just was. Thank you very much Jill Morino and Henry & David. Never heard of the latter, but as soon as I find someone to pay it forward to, they'll be getting Henry & David. 


We haven't tried the pepper and onion relish, but it turns out my sister HAS heard of Henry & David. She had already told me about this relish she was bringing to Christmas -- a pineapple jalapeno or something. OMG. I couldn't keep the Fritos out of that stuff. Really. Really. Amazing. 


Another adorable detail on the packaging. The marketing department needs a big kudos here. I knew this was something special when we opened it up!


This is how big the box was -- nearly the width of our dining room table. (Jill spares no expense!) That's Dan reading his Kindle on the other end of the table. Did I mention it also contained mouth-watering chocolates and chocolate-covered popcorn, plus the most simple looking cookies that were deceptively delicious. Happiness delivered. Yes. Yes. Thank you very much! 

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Our Chrismas letter, gulp!

Editor's note: This letter didn't get sent out, because I didn't get it copied quickly enough and then many of my cards didn't get sent out either. If you didn't get one, it's not 'cause we don't like you. Life got crazier than normal in December and needless to say, there's been no baking or wrapping either. So, please enjoy this letter and maybe -- or maybe not -- the card you get in January. (I'm thinking of scratching out the 2011 for next year's card!)

Dear friends and family,


I cannot believe I’m doing it – the dreaded Christmas form letter. I secretly swore to myself for years I’d never write one, even though I also privately love reading the ones I receive. For me to do it seemed impersonal, as if I should be telling you these things face-to-face. And indeed. I should.

I cannot believe how busy the kids keep us, leading to exhausting weekends and missed family gatherings. Missed chances to share these things face-to-face. Next year, I’m hoping I will not have to resort to another of these letters, but something tells me we’ll be in for more of the same despite our activity limits with the kids. Also, it was nice to look back on a year that passed so quickly and see that we did – thankfully – accomplish a few things. Here are the highlights from 2011:

Abby just turned 9, which was hard enough, and then Dan reminded her it will be double digits next year. Geez! Feed them and blink – they sure do grow up quickly! Abby tried basketball in the winter, softball in the summer and now she’s playing indoor soccer. I think she’s found her niche – it’s fast paced, forcing her constant attention for an hour. She loves it, and she’s very good! She even got the only goal in the last game of the first session! After six months of discussions and prayer, Abby got baptized in October by Dan. Needless to say, that was quite emotional! She’s still playing piano and singing at church, while crafting nonstop at home. Her fashion sense has continued developing at a rapid, neck-break rate, amusing the teachers and delighting her classmates with mismatched, layered clothing that is often rather unexpected – sometimes even for us! It was a rough start to the school year for her, not so much academically, but socially and emotionally. After meeting with the social worker and her teacher at school, we developed some goals at home and tweaked her ADHD meds. She couldn’t be doing better now. Abby is even leading the third grade in reading points at her school!

Speaking of reading, Ryker still cannot get enough of books. He breezed through the Harry Potter series that he got for Christmas last year (as did Abby), and his new infatuation is Captain Underpants. Not sure that’s a move in the right direction, but he loves reading so much that he wants to be a publisher when he grows up! He played football again this year and despite being perhaps the youngest player on the team, he did great. He’s hoping to play both offense and defense in the third grade. Right now, he’s playing on a competitive basketball team where they get points for more than just baskets. They must pass and rebound, etc. and I’m proud that he’s become a much better team player because of it. He surprised his coach and parents with an awesome pre-game prayer at a recent basketball game. Ryker played baseball last summer and every chance he gets in the backyard. He LOVES the Cardinals and plays his way through the lineup with his dad (or mom or Abby, depending on who’s available and willing) nearly every night. Both kids enjoyed watching the World Champion Cardinals parade in downtown St. Louis this fall.

Dan started the year with a bad back that got worse as the year wore on. A herniated disc treated with pain medication didn’t seem to improve after several months. Three spinal epidurals and several rounds of physical therapy have given him much relief, but it is definitely not completely restored. And if you know Dan, the year wouldn’t be complete without a project or two or twelve. He built a playhouse for the kids, a loft bed for Ryker and renovated our great room. He ripped out a fireplace (so we can remodel our bathroom on the adjacent wall next) and replaced flooring in the main living area of the house. The master bath has been demolished, so we’re all sharing one bathroom – like the good ‘ole days! We feel very lucky to have Dan around to make our house a home! (A late add-on, most of you know, Dan suffered a sudden bout of pneumonia this week and was hospitalized in ICU. A scary few hours in the Emergency Room as they tried to stabilize him from the effects of septic shock. Once in shock, a minority of patients survive. Those who do, often have organ or tissue damage. Dan seems to be recovering quite well—praise God! What a whirlwind, but it’s been a reminder of how blessed we are with prayers and offers of help from our amazing group of friends and family.) Dan and I both helped lead high school small groups this fall and will do so again in the spring.

I attended Christ in Youth in the summer with our high schoolers, which was amazing! I feel deprived that I didn’t go as a teenager. God is doing pretty awesome stuff in the lives of kids in our community, and I can’t help but want to be a part of it. If you would have told me I would be doing this a decade ago, I would have laughed! After careful consideration, I went from being a per diem employee to a full-time manager at the hospital in Lincoln. I figured it couldn’t be nearly as intense as the 50-60 hour work weeks I had in January through the end of March, when the new hospital opened. I’m now the manager of marketing and communication for Abraham Lincoln Memorial Hospital – my first 9-5 full-time gig since Abby was 9 months old. We’re so grateful for what my position has provided for our family – not just financially but also in friendships. And having worked around the kids’ schedules for this long, being part of their preschool and early school schedules? What a blessing that we could invest in their lives that way. It’s something I’ll always treasure! I’m still taking portraits, but strangely, there aren’t many people clamoring for them. A chapter closing? Look for more writing, though, next year, as I intend to spend more of my free time improving my blog and expressing my creativity with a pen. I hope you’ll follow along!

I should also mention the big highlight of the year was the kids’ first flight. We spent 10 days in Florida with Dan’s parents. We experienced Disney with virtually no lines or waiting (thanks to my friend suggesting Tour Guide Mike) and then surprised the kids with a day at Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal. We finished up our trip with a few days at the beach with extended family. It was truly a dream vacation!

2011 might have had its share of ups and downs, but boy, we sure feel blessed, mostly because of our wonderful family, friends and church family! Even though we don’t get to see you as much as we’d like, we do think of you often and are so glad you’re in our lives.

Merry Christmas with much love from the Denneys

Dan survived pneumonia and sepsis -- and his first pedicure

My husband is alive and well, relatively unscathed from his recent bout of pneumonia with sepsis.


Sepsis – a word I had heard before but hadn’t given much consideration to. I knew it was serious. I’d heard of septic shock. I knew it was or was related to an infection. And that’s where my knowledge stopped.

There’s a push for more education about sepsis to the general public, because when its signs are recognized, it can be more effectively treated. The damaging side effects of this oft-deadly disease can be halted. Death might be avoided. If only we would all be more aware of how it presents itself.

We didn’t see it coming.

I hope by sharing our story, maybe someone else can be helped. Perhaps it could be you, because sepsis isn’t something that attacks the elderly or those with weak immune symptoms. Anyone can be affected – from a serious infection or even from a small cut.

Dan fell ill quickly. So quickly that the co-worker he was talking to literally saw the sickness in him come across in his face, his expression. He sent me a text at noon on Monday that he was going home, felt nauseated. He couldn’t express in words how he felt, but he knew something wasn’t right.

Within a few hours, he had a high fever – 103. And he was vomiting a lot. So we assumed it was a run-of-the-mill stomach virus.

I decided I would take the kids out to dinner, giving him privacy and quiet for resting. I checked in on him. He was very hot and weak. But we still thought it was a stomach virus.

Later that evening, Dan noticed there was blood when he vomited. He wasn’t sure if he was coughing it up or if it was in his vomit. He hadn’t really had a cough prior to that day, but coughing up blood is definitely something you want to take seriously.

He began to feel even weaker – so much so that he couldn’t put on his clothes. And while the fever was gone, he was still coughing up blood and just didn’t feel “right.” When he realized I was awake at 4 a.m., he told me what was going on. He called his dad to come sit with the kids so I could take him to Memorial.

His blood pressure was low when we arrived – 93/54 or something. Since Dan’s typically runs a tad bit high, this seemed unusual to me. They immediately put him in a wheelchair and took him to a room.

Within 20 minutes, they had done an EKG and X-ray, drawn blood for lab work, started an IV. Not much longer and he had an antibiotic and pain medication. Immediately they suspected pneumonia, which seemed strange. Dan, a life-long asthmatic on maintenance medications, has had that twice before but not with these types of symptoms. Surely we would have noticed if we thought it was his lungs!

We hadn’t been there an hour, and Dan’s blood pressure dropped below 90 on top. Alarms started sounding, and they had to delay the CT they ordered. He couldn’t have that test done until he was stabilized. That took three and a half hours.

His blood pressure wouldn’t budge out of the 70s. It dipped to 70/41 and nothing they tried – fluids, tipping his feet up higher than his head and discontinuing the pain medication – worked. The doctor finally ordered a vasopressor, medication to constrict the blood vessels. Even that didn’t do the trick.

Somewhere in that timeframe, I sent out a couple texts for people to pray (in addition to using my phone to google about the dangers of low blood pressure…what? Like you wouldn’t!). Word spread quickly around our church, and people were praying specifically for Dan’s blood pressure to come up. I really believe in the power of prayer, and since nothing else had worked, I’m sure it was prayer that helped him “get over the hump.”

He finally got the CT scan right before being admitted in ICU. His whole left lung was filled with infection. So once they were able to isolate what it was, they could start the right mix of antiobiotics.

Because of all the wonderful clinicians at Memorial, all the right things were done that minimized the risk factors for Dan. Sepsis treatment begins with broad-spectrum antibiotics (they did this immediately), IV fluids to maintain blood pressure (he had six liters in the emergency department alone!) and oxygen, which he clearly needed since as soon as he pulled it off his face, his blood oxygen immediately dropped and sounded his alarm.

So what – exactly – is sepsis? According to Wed MD, sepsis is a serious medical condition caused by the body’s overwhelming immune response to infection. Chemicals released into the blood to fight infection trigger widespread inflammation.

“Bacterial infections are the most common cause of sepsis. However, sepsis can also be caused by other infections. The infection can begin anywhere bacteria or other infectious agents can enter the body. It can result from something as seemingly harmless as a scraped knee or nicked cuticle or from a more serious medical problem such as appendicitis, pneumonia, meningitis, or a urinary tract infection,” according to Web MD.

A quick diagnosis is really key to fighting sepsis, and that’s why it’s so important that more people understand what it is so they can recognize it. I read one story of a nurse who didn’t see it among her own symptoms and neither did the health care workers. They sent her home from the emergency room only to call her back in when lab workups came back positive. By then, she lost feelings in her hands in feet. The mother of two ended up with multiple amputations.

But she’s among the lucky ones. According to Web MD and other sources, between 60-70 percent of people who go into septic shock die. Of those who survive, many end up with organ and/or tissue damage.

Dan’s lungs may never be the same. His left lung was already scarred from two bouts of pneumonia. He’ll be more likely to get it again. But there is a vaccine that will keep it from killing him. And he walked away without any additional injuries after spending a week in the hospital.

I am so eternally grateful to God and to the nurses and doctors at Memorial for the work they did to save his life. My heart breaks, however, for those families who don’t experience such a positive outcome. Help others survive by passing along this story. You never know whose life you can help save!

P.S. I can't tell this story without mentioning that the day before, Abby and I gave each other Christmas pedicures at home. Not wanting to feel left out, Dan and Ryker painted each other's toes, too. So Dan spent a week in the hospital with red and green polish on his toes! If you know Dan, nothing could have delighted him more than to share that story with all the nurses and see them smile when they saw his feet.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Can brains triumph over beauty?

I heard an interesting story on NPR this morning that aroused the feminist in me. C’mon. You knew she was there.


A teenage girl protested a T-shirt sold by (maybe also created by) JC Penney that said “I’m too pretty for homework.” In five hours, the story of a circulating petition to remove it from the shelves was getting 400 tweets a minute. Ten hours after she first posted her opinion via social media, JC Penney ditched the shirt.

The story mentioned a few other instances of companies pulling similar shirts due to social media protests. (I think I’ve found a new reason to love Facebook and Twitter!) One that really ruffled my feathers was from Gymboree that stated something along the lines of “I’m smart like my dad and pretty like my mom.”

Sure, some people may laugh at these messages. And true, as a general rule we could lighten up a little. But the bottom line is they make the shirts because there is a market for them. We buy them and perpetuate the message that girls should desire beauty above all.

That makes me sad. Very sad. Because I have a daughter who happens to be creative, inventive, intelligent and so much more. Very recently she discovered that she can’t be president, because she looks at a placemat of Presidents in our home every day with 43 male faces on it. A girl as president? She deduced: “Not very likely so why bother?”

I hope it does, but I’m not optimistic at the moment. We live in a world that, interestingly enough, increasingly values the looks of women over her intellect, experience or accomplishments. It seems worse now than when I was a teen. In Lisa Bloom’s book, Think: Straight Talk for Women to Stay Smart in a Dumbed-Down World, she reports that 15 to 18 percent of girls under 12 wear mascara, eyeliner and lipstick regularly; eating disorders are up and self-esteem is down; and 25 percent of young American women would rather win America's Next Top Model than the Nobel Peace Prize. "Even bright, successful college women say they'd rather be hot than smart."

I can understand why. Any woman who takes a risk and puts herself “out there” is subject to constant criticism. She will live her life under the microscope. But unlike men in the public eye, women are also examined and critiqued for their physicality.

Is it any wonder girls and women struggle with depression and general unhappiness. The very things they love – reading books, being a leader, generating ideas and being valued for accomplishments – aren’t even embraced by society.

It’s so hard to reinforce to girls that they need to ignore these messages of body type and beauty that are thrown in their faces from infancy on. My daughter told me the other day that she’s worried about having wrinkles when she’s in heaven. Wow. I can’t believe this is the kind of thing a 9-year-old girl feels she needs to contemplate.

I feel the need to remind her and all girls that they should see themselves as God sees them. The Lord says in 1 Samuel 16:7 “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.”

And what about the oh-so-intimidating Proverbs 31 woman? God’s illustration of an ideal woman. She works hard, takes care of her home, is respected. Her husband and children trust her. Her character is beautiful. Because she has her priorities in order and places God above all, she is revered. From verses 30 and 31, God reminds us that we should be aware of earthly values and how we rank them in our lives: “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.”

What I want my daughter to seek is the blessing of the Lord and her family, not the acceptance of her peers or the things society puts value on. I want her to protest the shirt that speaks of earthly beauty. I want you to join me and speak out against those messages. It’s not just a shirt. It’s a mindset that is stifling our girls and their potential to be the woman God wants them to be.

What can we do today to dispel the myths of beauty? How can we fight against the societal message that girls should chase physical attractiveness all their days? What will you do that will show one other girl or woman that we value one another for our inner beauty?