Wednesday, August 7, 2013
He sounded the gong in the lobby signifying completing treatments and successfully beating cancer. A little sign next to the gong reads in part the following:
Gongs have been in existence for 1000s of years. Since the time of Buddha in 600 BC, all sacred Chinese gongs have been inscribed with the two Chinese characters "Tai Loi" which means "happiness has arrived."
This concludes Roland's adventure. Thank you for all your support, love, prayers and well wishing. Now that our world has been turned upside down, we are going to begin our new normal life--whatever that may be. No matter what lies ahead, happiness has arrived.
Friday, August 2, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
So this morning he was in a serious mood. We left early. We arrived early. The scan came and went without trumpeting or celebration. I was not allowed to go with him because of the radioactive contamination possibilities. He was "hot." So I waited. He said we wouldn't know the results for a few days. WHAT???! I think inwardly. I said nothing. He had an appointment with the radiation doctor immediately afterwards, so we went to the cancer center where we were greeted by a half-completed puzzle of an albino peacock in full splendor. It felt too familiar walking in and seeing all the nurses and the receptionist who feel like close friends. It was a mini reunion. I wondered why we were all so happy? I realize now it is because Roland seems fine. He isn't in a wheel chair. His hair is back--somewhat. And most importantly, he was not there for chemo. He fasted for the scan and so I packed snacks for him, but he said he felt nauseous. I suspect it was because of his associations with the center. He ate a few crackers. The radiation doctor looked him over listened to his breathing and asked some questions. I suggest that Roland tell him about his new trick to see if it was serious. (His esophagus makes a slight crackly/gurgly sound some nights after a deliberate exhale). When Roland explained it to the doctor, he said, "How's the swelling in your calf?" I was perplexed and returned the subject to the throat sound. The doctor smiled and said he had no idea why that is happening nor what to do to stop it. The whole situation of moving on so quickly was very funny to me. I guess it's not too serious.
His next appointment with the oncologist is on Aug 7. I asked if it would be necessary to wait until then to know the scan results. The nurses seemed to think they could find out before then. YAY!! So we wait.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Roland volunteered to do the make up for the Beast in the Beauty and the Beast production Aug. 8, 9,10 and 12. He got to practice his skills a little for the Pioneer Day parade this week.
Tonight we decided to have a little drama fun right at home. We held a murder mystery dinner with a Caribbean theme. We decorated the dining room for a tropical feel, took on the roles of the characters, and even dressed the parts. We invited some friends and gave them their character descriptions. Roland was the part of Boz--a rock and roll star from the "Limping Doughnuts." Sorry, I have no pictures of the people dressed up; I was busy serving the meal.
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Our honeymoon was amazing. We flew to NYC and saw Les Miserables and took a train through picturesque upstate New York to Quebec. Roland planned it all and everything was a complete surprise to me. I loved it. I think it was expensive. Usually newlyweds have a tiny budget and after 25 years of marriage there is a little extra, but this year we had a very small budget and I had big ideas--like a trip to France.
Here is what we did. The day before required a lot of preparations (this is how we stayed within our budget), but any significant trip requires advance preparations such as ticketing, reservations, packing, arranging for mail to be picked up, plants and yard to be tended and children to be supervised. Roland's assignments were to get the show tickets (we volunteer at the Shakespeare Festival so we have a few complimentary tickets available to us), research our petrogyph outing, and serve as the tour guide. I would transform our bedroom into a French hotel room and our dining room into a romantic restaurant table for two. I also arranged for the children to serve as our "room service" hotel staff and "restaurant" waitstaff. They seemed happy to help and even put a bell in our room to be rung for service. I thought about what services I would love my hotel to provide and made them happen. The day before our special day, I did some grocery shopping and some magic.
There was a welcoming fruit basket and fresh flowers in our room.
I spent the day cleaning, changing the linens and decluttering our room for a fresh feel. I put in a little card table (Thanks Belshaws) with a table cloth and two chairs for breakfast in our room.
I tossed pink rose petals and white feathers on the bed and put a fresh strawberry on each pillow.
I found some cute printables on The Dating Diva's website. They also had some fun couples game ideas, so I prepared those and put them in the basket with the show tickets.
I had some help removing a leaf from our dinner table and decorated the "restaurant" to look like this. It felt French to me.
Then I made the main dish for the restaurant dinner and gave baking instructions for the waitstaff. They had all the ingredients for the the side dishes and dessert.
The evening before our anniversary all we needed to do was to "pack our bags" for the trip, kiss our children goodbye, enter our French hotel room, and put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. I have never recovered from jet lag so quickly! Roland was happy to have avoided TSA entirely. We each had secretly found/made gifts for each other. I found a second hand BYU hat for him and he made me a candle. He bought an empty, tarnished silver candle holder second hand for 25 cents, polished it with a homemade silver cleaner and melted old candles and reused a wick to make it for me. What a treasure he is!
Here we are on Roland's guided tour.
|Our French Picnic|
|Roland embellished the envelope|
|The postal service was fast!|
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Tonight the whole family went to the tennis courts to try to play. I say try because we are not really tennis players. Roland and I explained the rules and scoring. Reece was getting intense and after he felt confident, he organized a double elimination singles tournament. I checked in with Roland often to see how his leg with clots was feeling. He wasn't exactly running all over the courts, but he did take first place in the competition.