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Update: My Mother The Fighter

Update: My Mother The Fighter
Update from Monday: She's in ICU and in a medically induced coma and on a vent. She is stabilized, acidotic and fighting sepsis.
Just had a family meeting with all her Doctors and found out that her kidney blockage is most likely congenital. Ironically, her kidney numbers are great and the kidney tube placed in her back is draining her blocked kidney quite nicely. Her heart is working at the same as before she was admitted and we are grateful for that.
It's the sepsis fire in her blood that is the culprit and causing all the turmoil.
Each little victory is extremely important & celebrated like a ticker tape parade, and counter acts the dips into despair and the fear of the "what ifs," that seem to follow the good news we receive.


The Doctors say that each day she stays stable is a major step towards recovery, which will be at a snails pace. Unlike a tragedy, which could happen incredibly fast and with almost no warning at all.


So we wait in this limbo of sorts, holding our breathes and grateful for each hour that passes by.
Every time my cell phone rings my heart skips at least 10 beats, yet I carry it where ever I am, because I am the contact person regarding my mom's care - and those times when I am away from the ICU are torture because I hate leaving her.


So we wait and we pray, and we continue to stay positive.


My mom taught us that the glass is half full - and that is what keeps me going.


I honor her wishes and focus on the positive - Except for the times in the ICU waiting room when I cry about all she's going through.
My mother taught us to fight. And my mother is a fighting very hard, so please continue to cheer and pray, and send her positive thoughts and vibes.
She has more rounds to fight.... and to win - And sepsis is a tough opponent - But one she can beat.


And we take each round and check off each passing hour with a star.


And I continue to wait and pray and think - And I find myself bargaining with a higher power.
And I ask for strength for my mom... and for me.


And I stand over her in the ICU and hold her hand, brush the hair off her face, kiss her arm and tell her how much I love her. And I tell her how great she's doing and how proud I am of her.


And then I come back to the ICU waiting room and I cry.... and I think.... and I pray.
And I talk out loud and in my head to her..... And tell her I love her and how proud I am of her..... And I tell her to please keep fighting.
Posted by Mr. Boy at 10.28, Add Comment
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I am what I am – Which Makes Me Either Sound Like Popeye Or Alban from La Cage Aux Folles

I am what I am – Which Makes Me Either Sound Like Popeye Or Alban from La Cage Aux Folles

I am many things, but mostly I'm a study in duality.

Both patient and temperamental, with a first name that literally means "Brave Warrior" in Gaelic.

Mostly I seek to keep the peace, except when I'm protecting others.

An imperfect person who finds the beauty in nature’s flaws.

I am strong and at the same time fragile.

I wear an insulin pump but prefer dresses to trousers.

I’m industrious because I’ve found a way to make the above sentence work.

But ironically, I only received a C in my Mechanical Drawing class.

I am a talker, yet I can be surprisingly quiet when I'm listening.

I am brave and scared all rolled into one.

I love children and am called “Aunt Kelly ” by many, instead of Mommy by one.

Some say I’m funny; others call me down right bawdy.

I don’t take offense to being called a “Dame” but still act like a lady- except when I don’t.

Sometimes I get too hungry for dinner at 8 – but before each meal I always test my blood sugar and bolus accordingly.

My eyes are hazel, but have a decidedly greenish blue hue when the mood strikes.

I prefer spicy and sweet with a dash of savory for good measure -

But I’m still “salty” and that suits me just fine.

I have known sadness and anger but I still seek out the laughter.

I have been hurt and I’ve been happy- and I still see the glass half full.

I’ve lived with failures and successes and have learned important life lessons from both.

I’ve been a person with diabetes longer than I’ve been a person without.

It’s made me see things differently than most.

And my greatest weakness has become my greatest strength.

I still want to see a cure in my lifetime.

I am the girl next door, all grown up.

And have become the woman who is constantly becoming.

Posted by Mr. Boy at 10.16, Add Comment
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Dearest Pasta


Dearest Pasta:

It’s not that I don’t love you- of course I love you – we’ve had some great times together.

You and I have grew up together after all- we have a long history.

Who can forget the amazing Lasagna of my childhood, which will live in my heart forever?

And the Spaghetti & meatballs of my youth- simply delicious, AND surprisingly musical. You stirred my performing and comedic aspirations-I kid you not my friend!

As a precocious 4 year old, I ‘d break into song every time a bowl of S & M (Gimps, mind out of the gutter- I’m referring to Spaghetti & meatballs for god sakes) would appear in front of my place, I’d start to sing ”On Top of Old Smokey," because it would make my dad laugh. Ah, good times… good times….

Dearest Veggie Penne Pasta in a white wine sauce of my mid 20’s- you were the first dish that I could make on my own that people actually wanted seconds of!

As a culinary dish, you were the one who gave me confidence to hone my cooking skills. Thank you for inspiring me!

But honestly Dearest Pasta -we’ve grown apart and I’ve found that having you in my life, (not to mention on my plate) on a very limited bases works much better for me.

It’s NOT YOU–it’s ME. I’m the one who’s changed. YOUR great and I will miss you- especially whenever I hear the immortal words:

“On top of old Smokey, all covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed.”

It’s just that my tastes buds now veer towards Spaghetti Squash covered in my fabulous Diablo Sauce with grilled salmon burgers sans the bun, and baked Chicken Parm sans the pasta.

Don’t take it personally-I just can’t seem to achieve “Blood Sugar Nirvana” where your concerned. I’ve found that whenever we get together and you’re the main dish, you make me physically tired and bloat like and my numbers are elevated for hours if not days.

You’ll still appear at meals- but only ON OCCASSION, as a side dish and in a low carb version.

Trust me, LESS IS MORE these days and people will be impressed with your new attitude.


From one “Hot Dish” to another,

Pasta La Vista Baby!

Kelly K

Posted by Mr. Boy at 07.03, Add Comment
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ConMed drugs. 85% of them are useless!

ConMed drugs. 85% of them are useless!
Many previous blogs have pointed to the fact that ConMed drugs are dangerous. Now there is a new study that has found that 85% of drugs are also useless!

What a combination! And the drugs industry can sell us drugs that are both useless and dangerous for exorbitant amounts of money.

http://www.naturalnews.com/029535_drugs_Big_Pharma.html

"Corruption and fraud in the drug industry is nothing new, but a new report to be presented at the 105th Annual Meeting of the American Sociological Association reveals that most new pharmaceutical drugs offer practically no benefits and a whole lot of negative side effects".

And homeophobes and homeopathy denialists say that homeopathy is nothing more than placebo, and that ConMed is 'evidence based'.
Posted by Mr. Boy at 04.51, Add Comment
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