Saturday, February 2, 2019

Moving Forward - College

There's never been a good time to go back to school, to pursue my education, to move forward with bettering myself. 

Over 20 years ago, I dropped out of my last semester of college to move to Texas with my husband. He'd just landed an internship. It was a great opportunity. So, we packed up and moved. I was 3 classes - 9 credits - shy of completing my Associate's Degree. 

Fast forward several years. I had small kids but I really wanted that degree. I craved that piece of paper. So I enrolled in Salt Lake Community College and took one class at a time until I'd completed those classes. I called my alma mater and was told I'd need to take another 21 credits (from them) in order for those credits to transfer and be counted toward my degree. That seemed like an insurmountable obstacle so the degree was shelved again.

Fast forward again... Last year, I was looking at my 4yo and thinking "Only one more year of her at home. One more year and I'll close the chapter of having little people around all the time. One more year! What am I going to do with myself?" And, it'd be two more years until I could feasibly work full time outside the home because of the kindergarten schedule. 

My thoughts turned again to my education. I called my alma mater. The news they gave me was less than heartening. In addition to having to pay out of state tuition, I'd need to start all over again because my credits were from an "obsolete degree track." I cried. I got frustrated. Then, I started looking for other options.

I discovered PathwaysConnect. My sweet sister-in-law had gone through the program and she gave glowing reviews. I looked over the possible degrees and prayed. And then I pushed the button to sign up. As a result, I'm working on my third semester of the program. It's been a challenge and a sacrifice but it's been worth it. Upon completion of this semester, I'll have a certificate of completion. Then, I'll transfer to BYU-Idaho where I'll pursue a degree in Business Management with a minor in Marketing. 

I absolutely adore my Pathways family. They are supportive and fun and amazing. I'm learning SO much from all of them. 

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Flash Fiction - Nickname

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, usually less than a few hundred words
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: She finally told me how she got her nickname...

Bile threatened to burst from my throat. I sat, my eyes wide. I should be thrilled or excited or even awestruck. Instead, all I felt was disgust. The story she’d conjured was horrifying.

She sat across from me, waiting for my response.

I grabbed the water and downed the whole glass, hoping to rebuke the vomit that threatened. I should be happy because she finally told me how she got her nickname.

“Uh, that’s great.” I choked.

A smirk crossed her lips. “Don’t think I can’t read you.”

“You can?” I glanced around, hoping for rescue from anywhere.

“Like a book.”

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Flash Fiction - The Thief

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, usually less than a few hundred words
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: I was known for stealing from my friends

Shrieks cut through the room.
“No! This is not going to work!”
I shook my head. This is never going to work. No one is getting along. I grimaced before raising my hand. “I’ll do it.”
“Starla? Not her! We need someone honest to represent us.”
Another voice joined the melee. “Why not? Maybe a thief can con a thief.”
I pursed my lips. My hands clenched into fists. I was known for stealing from my friends. It was never anything big. Practical jokes were my specialty. My lips quirked into a smile. I’ll teach them for doubting my skills…

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Flash Fiction - An Hour

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, usually less than a few hundred words
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt:  He had an hour to get home

The firelight illuminated the hands on his watch. He had an hour to get home. The beer bottle slipped through his fingers and shattered on the rocks. He climbed behind the wheel and stomped on the clutch. The truck rolled over the knoll and bounced down the hill. Branches scraped the new paint while debris threatened to rip apart the undercarriage. His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel as his eyes bulged from their sockets. Water splashed over the cab and the truck lurched as it came to a stop in the driveway.
“What happened to my new truck?”

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Flash Fiction - Home

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, usually less than a few hundred words
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: He was going back

Devin Howlernell shook his head as he surveyed the monitors. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. The revolution will cause enough of a distraction for you to get away.”

“And everything is ready?”

The green tinged man nodded. “You’ve made all the preparations yourself.”

“Add enough for three other people.”

The man lifted his forehead where his eyebrows should have been. “You’re sure?”

“As sure as I can be.”

“As you wish, sir.” The man shuffled from the room, making notes on the device he held in his hands.

The grin spread across Devin’s face. He was going back. Home. To Earth.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Flash Fiction - The Window

Flash Fiction: A piece of fiction that is extremely brief, usually less than a few hundred words
The Challenge: Write a piece in 100 words or less using the prompt…
The Prompt: The window slammed shut

“Shhh! We’ve got to be quiet!” The black-clad men slipped silently into the yard. Harry picked up several small  pebbles and flicked them at the dark window. The tiny pings barely registered in the still night air. “Come on…” He flicked another stone and winced when it hit the glass.

Lights blazed through the curtains just before the window opened. “What! Harry? This’d better be good!”

The mariachi band appeared on the grass and started their set. Harry smiled up at her, a single rose in his hands. His heart shattered as the window slammed shut. His shoulders slumped.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Medical Marathon

It's almost unheard of to have this many appointments scheduled on the same day, stacked so well - but it happened.

The Medical Marathon actually began the night before as we made plans and got everything ready to go. We drove through the thinning darkness toward Salt Lake City. Amazingly, the lab had the order. Usually, I’m on the phone for at least 30 minutes trying to get the order faxed. But today, it was there. They called Jaydon back quickly and within 5 minutes, it was done. We ambled across the bridge to the main hospital. My 4yo ran ahead, laughing. We got checked in - after a minor computer glitch - and they said, hey! We can take you back now. Do you want to wait? Um, NO! We’ll take the NOW appointment! Everything went quickly and the fuzzy images on the screen looked good - at least to me.

We checked in at Urology and they were running behind so we went to the cafeteria and hung out for a while. The 4yo was so full of energy and life. There was so much laughter. Jay even got some of the cute custodial staff to give him some tamales by laughing and joking with them. They were SO good!

In Urology, I was almost afraid for that appointment because for some unknown reason, we missed scheduling an appointment. They didn’t have the schedule up at our last appointment and I didn’t get a phone call to schedule it and I forgot to make said phone call. But, nothing was said about that. The ultrasound looks so much better than it did a year ago. He’s doing better with the regular day to day maintenance. They questioned whether to change up a couple of his meds but decided against it - pending what Transplant would tell us.

We had to hustle back across the bridge for the remainder of the appointments. Jay told me I didn’t need to run, but since the 4yo was running, I was power walking. We checked in for the appointment where I discovered an exploded fry sauce packet in my laptop bag. Thankfully, it was in a different pocket than my laptop was in. All the patients and staff and I had a really good laugh over it. “Oh! Thanks so much for the fry sauce in my laptop bag. I love you SO much, honey!” Jay was cracking up - especially when they brought me a package of wet wipes and some washcloths.

Dietary told us that Jaydon had grown taller. He’s 5 ft 6 inches tall - well over a foot of growth in just over a year. But, he’s down 3 lbs. That puts him in the 10th percentile for growth - down from the 20th percentile that he has been in. He needs to focus on eating ALL the fatty things and we might need to start on supplements again. We’re almost positive that the loss was due to the gastroenteritis (stomach flu) we all got a few weeks ago. It’s wicked stuff.

Nephrology came in next. Jaydon’s kidney is at 22% function, down from 24%. His creatnine is at 3.1 up from 2.8 last time. We took his blood pressure several times. It’s high. Not like high high. But high for a kidney-kid. High blood pressure affects the kidney in an adverse way. We adjusted his meds and were asked to get his BP checked at least every other week. I’m hoping the EMTs want some practice and will help me out with this.

And then, THE appointment… The one with the Transplant Coordinator. All the feels hit. Disbelief that this is really happening. Fear, unsurity, and then peace. We started by me giving a brief history of his medical issues so the coordinator knows how much I/We understand. I think I passed, probably. Ugh, this appointment was hard for me. Jaydon “slept” through it. Jay asked loads of questions. Me? I took notes.

Here’s the brunt of it…

We’ll be starting all the transplant paperwork before September because if we get Jaydon on the transplant list before his 18th birthday, he gets pediatric preference. We’ll be deciding whether to go with a living donor or a deceased donor. Living donors tend to do better overall and no one has to die for his to happen. So, we’re leaning that direction. This is what we know about the donors for Jaydon. They need to be between 18-50 years old. Older donors COULD be taken if we’re willing to do a “donor swap” “Chain Donation” situation. Basically, our donor donates to an older recipient while that patient’s younger donor donates to Jaydon.

It’s really a hurry-up-and-wait type of a situation. It can take 3-4 months for him to get on the list. It can take 8-12 weeks for a donor to be matched. And then the whole donation process.

Part of me wants to get it going NOW and part of me wants to wait til September - to put off the inevitable. There are a LOT of breathing moments. Moments taken to soak it all in. Moments where I just break down. And it’s okay. It’ll all be okay. We’re adjusting to the new normal. I’ve been doing a lot of praying. God’s love is surrounding me. It’s hard and we’ll get through it. God has never given me a trial that HE can’t help me through. I’ve got a 100% track record of getting through the hard things. It might not have been a pretty path, but it’s a through-path.

The event that was just over the horizon has now become the mountain in the distance. We can see it and it’s getting closer. And we’re right back to what I’ve been telling people for quite a while. He needs a transplant BUT it’s not today and it’s not tomorrow. And for that, I’m thankful!