No, this isn't the post that I intended to follow the previous post with - but this definitely belongs on yesterdays....
Last year decorating the Christmas tree was like playing on a merry-go-round...AND IT'S THE SAME THIS YEAR!
Trying to get off the ride,
Emily
where we were...
Posted in on Tuesday, December 11, 2007 by Emms
Hmmmm, I have a couple of bits on my mind. They are unrelated to each other - or are they???
Jason and I were talking the other day about where we were at this time last year. We both remember being very angry and disappointed in people...family, friends, neighbours, and co-workers alike. Aside from the support of a select few, we felt isolated and betrayed.
As with life, we learned a few lessons:
1. It's quality not quantity.
2. Sometimes compassion is where you least expect it, and weren't even looking for it.
3. Time spent together should not be a gauge for the amount of love and concern expressed in times of crisis.
We were also excited that ladyfingers and dude were coming to Winnipeg for our very first FryerRamm Christmas at OUR house. We eventually overcame the sadness that it would not be a FryerRammCharette Christmas at OUR house, and vowed to make the best damn potato bread ever for those who would be here to enjoy it. But yet again, circumstances beyond our control took over, and Ladyfingers ended up in the Kitchener hospital over Christmas.
This time last year, we also experienced a loss. My grampa, William Hamilton, passed away.
We had excitement for the coming new year. Armed with new information and medical guidance, we were ready to grow our family (I refuse to say "start" a family, because I don't believe that a minimum of 3 persons should be the definition)!
So that is what Jason and I cumulatively remember. Personally, this is what I remember:
1. I had to keep one hand on the shower wall when I closed my eyes in the shower.
Now, I rarely feel the need to use the wall to orient myself!
2. I had to guide my right leg into my pants.
I can keep both hands on the waistband and my legs can get in just fine on their own!
3. I had to ask others to do my Christmas shopping for me because I could not handle the stores.
I have enough good moments that I can go to stores at certain times!
4. I had to eat or drink perfectly upright.
Last night I ate a brownie while reclined on the couch!
5. I frequently felt as if someone was standing on my chest, and had to take in a lot of deep breaths
No body is standing on my chest now, especially when I am reclined eating brownies!
Continuing to have end-of-year wrap-ups,
Emily
The post that may or may not relate to this one will likely be the next one.
Jason and I were talking the other day about where we were at this time last year. We both remember being very angry and disappointed in people...family, friends, neighbours, and co-workers alike. Aside from the support of a select few, we felt isolated and betrayed.
As with life, we learned a few lessons:
1. It's quality not quantity.
2. Sometimes compassion is where you least expect it, and weren't even looking for it.
3. Time spent together should not be a gauge for the amount of love and concern expressed in times of crisis.
We were also excited that ladyfingers and dude were coming to Winnipeg for our very first FryerRamm Christmas at OUR house. We eventually overcame the sadness that it would not be a FryerRammCharette Christmas at OUR house, and vowed to make the best damn potato bread ever for those who would be here to enjoy it. But yet again, circumstances beyond our control took over, and Ladyfingers ended up in the Kitchener hospital over Christmas.
This time last year, we also experienced a loss. My grampa, William Hamilton, passed away.
We had excitement for the coming new year. Armed with new information and medical guidance, we were ready to grow our family (I refuse to say "start" a family, because I don't believe that a minimum of 3 persons should be the definition)!
So that is what Jason and I cumulatively remember. Personally, this is what I remember:
1. I had to keep one hand on the shower wall when I closed my eyes in the shower.
Now, I rarely feel the need to use the wall to orient myself!
2. I had to guide my right leg into my pants.
I can keep both hands on the waistband and my legs can get in just fine on their own!
3. I had to ask others to do my Christmas shopping for me because I could not handle the stores.
I have enough good moments that I can go to stores at certain times!
4. I had to eat or drink perfectly upright.
Last night I ate a brownie while reclined on the couch!
5. I frequently felt as if someone was standing on my chest, and had to take in a lot of deep breaths
No body is standing on my chest now, especially when I am reclined eating brownies!
Continuing to have end-of-year wrap-ups,
Emily
The post that may or may not relate to this one will likely be the next one.
they know me!
Posted in on Friday, December 07, 2007 by Emms
I just got off the phone with the liver doctor's nurse, and she remembered me!
I said, in my always cheery and friendly voice, "Hi, it's Emily Fryer calling. I had a liver biopsy 3 week ago..."
And then I was cut off by the almost-as-friendly-sounding-as-me voice on the other end, "...and I don't have the results yet."
She said that Monday is her day to pester for results, so hopefully she will be calling me next week. Then she asked me how the biopsy went, which further solidified in my mind, that she knew who she was talking to.
Let's assume that she remembers me for my cheery and smiley disposition that was momentarily shaken when I was told that I would be having a biopsy...and not for my sad, sad, situation.
Still freakin' smiling,
Emily
I said, in my always cheery and friendly voice, "Hi, it's Emily Fryer calling. I had a liver biopsy 3 week ago..."
And then I was cut off by the almost-as-friendly-sounding-as-me voice on the other end, "...and I don't have the results yet."
She said that Monday is her day to pester for results, so hopefully she will be calling me next week. Then she asked me how the biopsy went, which further solidified in my mind, that she knew who she was talking to.
Let's assume that she remembers me for my cheery and smiley disposition that was momentarily shaken when I was told that I would be having a biopsy...and not for my sad, sad, situation.
Still freakin' smiling,
Emily
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