It’s never fun to get kicked out of the club. I got kicked out this week.
In order to stay on the study for Crohn’s Disease, I had to have a significant change in my numbers since the last injection of medication. I didn’t get it. Even though there was a 40 point change, it requires a change of 100 points or more to stay in the study. So I’m out of the club.
I was expecting it, because I’d been keeping my pain level journal and I knew the numbers wouldn’t add up right. Being dropped off the study wasn’t nearly as discouraging as the limited amount of options remaining for me in dealing with this beastly disease. So I allowed a mood of discouragement and just plain, “I don’t care” to take over for a couple of days. But I discovered something: it’s not fun to live like that.
I’ve had a couple of days of getting myself back together slowly and now it’s back to the drawing board. God has gotten me through so many bad times of Crohn’s and He will get me through this one as well.
Men love curves. Want proof? Just give a man an agile sports car and a curvy mountain road and it will look like one of those Geico commercials.
So the nicest thing my husband texted to me today: Your smile is the sexiest curve on your body.
I think God knew what He was doing when He created and blessed marriage.
I’ve decided that you don’t have to have one of those “near death experiences” to see your life flash before your eyes. All you have to do is see your oldest child do some of the same things you did.
We are sending Michael to work at a Christian youth camp this summer. We are entrusting the directors of Camp Yorktown Bay in Arkansas to put him to work and keep him safe. I feel for them on one point. They have to feed Michael.
There are a myriad of emotions and thoughts going through my mind as I deal with the reality of my son experiencing similar things that I did. That’s a little scary as I look now at how I should have handled situations I found myself in better than I did, when I worked at camp. The ripping my heart out as he leaves the nest has begun.
What’s for lunch? Ask Michael, he’s in charge of it today. For these words, I got two looks of surprise! How fun to be a mom of creativity.
Michael was stunned into practically pleading for me to take care of lunch, which I of course did. Afterward, however, I asked him what he was going to do in the future. After all, he had plans for grad school and then work as an engineer – no thoughts of getting married. After a small amount of discussion, Michael revealed his plot to buy family size frozen mac and cheese that has to bake in the oven. He plans to eat on the leftovers for at least a couple of days. Lasagna also appeared on the horizon in this manner. Enough homage to Italy though, so I told him at least he knew how to open a can of beans and season it some so he could make burritos for himself.
That was a definite no. Michael said he would never open a can of beans. He will buy a crock pot and cook my famous beans from scratch. He will not eat canned beans. Wow. Pasta can be frozen, but he’ll buy a crock pot and cook the beans. You know you’ve done something right when a young man destined for life as a bachelor eating frozen dinners says there is one tool he needs in order to cook mom’s famous beans. At least I know what to get him for graduation now.