Monday, April 21, 2014

Yep, It's Over

My predication has now come to pass. It is over. Savannah has agreed to be "friends." 

Problem #1: She is still going to prom with him.
Problem #2: She is heartbroken.
Problem #3: People are still talking and assuming and judging. Unkind assumptions. 
Problem #4: I want to use social media to either be a.) passive aggressive or b.) downright nasty.
Problem #5: He pursued, pursued, pursued, and when things got hard, he bolted.....right back to Sav's ex-best-friend.....He is "confused." (His word, not mine.)

which leads to....

Problem #6: She now has no best friend. There are kind friendly people, but no best friend.
Problem #7: The ex-best-friend's mom is texting me about trying to resolve the problem.
Problem #8 (Which I really do NOT see as a real problem): Sav has no interest in mending the friendship when the ex-best-friend has been mean and flaunting it in Sav's face that she (the former BFF) has woo'd the boy back to her.

Sound like High School? Well it is, except it's MY daughter who is friendless and still has five weeks left of school. This should be the funnest time of her life thus far and it has turned into the worst time of her life so far. 

Read the For The Strength of Youth Pamphlet lately? Do not take it for granted, do not dismiss the recommendations because they are really more like hard and fast rules. Follow, obey and you will find peace and joy. Think they don't apply to you and regret and sadness will be part of your life. Teach your children. We did teach our children. I'm not sure what went wrong. 

Monday, April 7, 2014

Monday Mourning-Spring Break

I watched conference, all sessions. I would like to share that during the final session I started to really lose all ability to concentrate. I really enjoy conference, usually I find the measure of peace I seek, but I do have a hard time listening the entire time. I feel like I'm the only adult on the planet with this problem. Other adults seem to really have this one in the bag, they watch, take notes, make yummy food, take cute pictures, tweet and instagram and come out fully uplifted and elevated. 

I should take my own advice and stop worrying about what other people are doing or thinking. My conference experience is mine alone and it really doesn't matter what anyone else does. 

Remember my last post? Remember how I said I think about this (Sav) all the time? Yep, it's still true. I go to bed thinking about it, I wake up thinking about it. I make myself sick as I'm driving thinking about it. I put on music to distract myself, I stream scriptures, I read books. And still I perseverate. 

The one thing my mind is really hyper focused on is that she has one friend. The boy. He's great, he really is. But when the time comes that he's done, and we all know that time will come eventually, then what? She has been so hurt she doesn't trust anymore. She isn't even excited to start college in the fall, it gives her such anxiety I can see her physical self deflate as she thinks about it. 

We are talking to her about this quite often, I just don't know if it's helping her. Any thoughts? I'd love to hear what my three readers have to say. :)

And today my family is all home for spring break while I labor at work. Phooey! I'm so jealous. 

Friday, April 4, 2014

Friday Musings

I have to admit, my kids don't really know about this blog so I feel kind of free to write whatever I want about them. On the other hand, they could discover the blog fairly easily if they were to check out my google account, which could happen.

I liked this blog better when I felt more incognito. Sounds silly, right? I mean, there are a few people out there who read the blog. Not a ton, but a few. So I've never really been incognito, have I?

Things seem to have calmed down with Savannah. It's been a week since the last big outburst/problem. Do I get comfortable? Do I get complacent? I want to! I want to so badly! After three solid months of trouble, this reprieve is nice.

Sav has a friend that's a boy. The kids at school say she has a boyfriend, but I prefer the other wording. I know, it's just semantics, but it helps me deal, ok?

I want to be supportive because she is at an age where she really could start dating one-on-one and pairing off and deciding her eternal future. But dang....just because she's of age doesn't mean she SHOULD be making those kinds of decisions. In fact, I really don't want her to do that just yet. In my mind, I'd like her to go to college, meet lots of boys, date a bunch, weed out unsuitables, and settle on a great guy....but definitely not a moment before the age of 23. (And I know that age sounds young to some.)

I digress.

What I'm struggling with and what I really want to explore is this: Savannah has a friend that's a boy and she wants to spend time with him. I like the boy. He's a good kid. He is also a junior so he isn't exactly leaving on his mission any time soon. I don't feel like I can't tell her to stop seeing this boy, nor do I feel I should, so I have to set rules and then be kind of neutral. Or at least seem neutral. And this boy is really her only good friend right now. So how do I be supportive without being encouraging? How do I let her have this experience?

I want to provide safe places for the two of them to interact and be friends, but if I let this kid come over to my house all the time am I sending the wrong message? (I haven't done this, I'm just wondering.)

And if I may whine just a bit, why is parenting so hard?

Anyone out there have any personal experience with this? Parents that were too lenient or not lenient enough? Did you have rules that helped your eternal progression and not hinder it? Did you rebel? Did your parents find the perfect balance between expectations and support?

I think about this constantly.

Thursday, March 27, 2014


You know when you look back on your life and you think about the highlights and lowlights? Times when things in life were super smooth, fun, interesting....or times when they really were awful? Funny thing is, I can almost exactly pinpoint the bad stuff, but the good times are more blurry.

It's like this. When I think about my 20s, I think about saving for my mission, serving my mission, going to college, getting married, having two babies. Loved my 20s, really loved them. They were amazing. But it's all a bit blurry, a haze of happiness I guess.

But then there's dates like November 11, 2006, when I was diagnosed with cancer. A pinpoint in time.

In a few years I will look back on this year, 2014, at least the beginning and be able to tell you that time in my life was one of the hardest times I've ever been through. And I'm not done yet. Every time I think things will calm down, they just don't.

Last night as Harold and I were discussing events he actually asked me to stop talking about what was going on because he simply could not take it any more. I was irritated by this, but I still understood.

I won't go into nitty gritty details. There are too many and there are people to protect.

Let me start here: It's Savannah's senior year. At the beginning of the school year I distinctly remember thinking that we were almost done with her high school career and we had escaped any drama that I was sure would accompany a girl through high school.

Now we all know what happens when you think things in your life are easy, right? Yep, all of a sudden you hit a wall....hard.

Savannah is a great girl, this isn't about her. This is not about her choices. She got a bit overwhelmed and overbooked and that played into this year. But the biggest thing is that she was betrayed by a person she trusted, a best friend. The best friend turned on her and then others followed the best friend. Now my daughter has no best friend. And her peripheral friends aren't really speaking to her either.

Can you imagine being a senior in high school, supposedly the best time in your life, and you have no friends?

If you can't remember what it was like, let me help you out. It's devastating.

And if you think a mother can sit by and watch this kind of thing happening and just take it.....well, that's exactly what I have to do, "take it." I do everything I can to help, support, love, embrace, hold, and empower. But I pretty much have to sit back and take it.

And I have to take it from people who live really close, who go to my church, my schools, my neighborhood stores. I have to smile, tell them I'm sure the girls will work it out, when I'm not sure at all. In fact, my daughter says she is through with this friend. Savannah feels betrayed and unloved. She feels used and walked on. She doesn't want this friend back. But she doesn't want to be friendless either.

She's lonely.

She will graduate in two months, actually 9 weeks from today. I will rejoice that she no longer has to face the people who wronged her

She deserves to walk with her head held high, yet she skulks around school like she has something to hide. This is NOT my girl.

I want my girl back. I want her to feel empowered and lovely and beautiful and strong and peaceful and spiritually bold.

I will look back on my daughter's senior year as one of the worst of my life. Because my daughter was betrayed and I had to take it.

She makes me proud to be a mother and my heart hasn't stopped aching for oh so long.

I love you my darling, wonderful, brilliant, lovely girl.

If thou art aaccused with all manner of false accusations; if thine enemies fall upon thee;.....  if thou be cast into the bdeep; if the billowing surge conspire against thee; if fierce winds become thine enemy; if the heavens gather blackness, and all the elements combine to chedge up the way; and above all, if the very jaws of dhell shall gape open the mouth wide after thee, know thou, my son, that all these things shall give theeeexperience, and shall be for thy good.
The aSon of Man hath bdescended below them all. Art thou greater than he?
D&C 122: 6, 7

I love you my girl. Love, love, love, love you.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Chunk Excision-A Duet

The dermatologist explained "severely atypical" to me. On the range of mild atypia to melanoma, apparently severe atypia is one step away from melanoma. Awesome.

I had the chunk excision (thanks for the graphic Julie) yesterday. The cool part? He made my scar look like an X.

I will probably start telling people the scar is from a bullet hole.

Savannah and her good friend Catherine are singing a duet at the choir concert on Friday. The wanted advice on body posture/language so they FINALLY sang the song for me so I could give feedback. I cried. They sang so beautifully. I will probably post the video here. Stay tuned.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Severely Atypical

I have a lot of moles. I hate that word, truly I do. So from here on out if you want to call them beauty marks then that's fine AND I need you to know that I was blessed with so much beauty I cannot even quantify it! In fact, I have so so so much beauty that I need to have some taken away once in a while. Just to make things slightly more fair for all the rest of you peeps.

A couple weeks ago I go to my favoritest physician's assistant in all the land and have her remove some beauty from my upper left arm. That particular beauty mark was kind of oddly colored (reddish) and seemed kinda inflamed actually and was itchy sometimes. It was acting strange. So I wanted it gone.

I have had so many beauty marks taken off that at some point I was starting to feel a little hypochondriatic (probably not a real variation of the word, don't care), because all the other moles were just that, moles.

This time I got a call from the PA's office. Here's the medical lingo:

Severely atypical compound melanocytic proliferation. Peripheral margins involved. Complete excision recommended for further evaluation and management. 

From what I've read this particular diagnosis is pretty much a catch all. As in, they aren't quite sure what this is.

Here's what my PA had to say. This is written on a note sent to her MA and the MA relayed this message to me:

Tell her pathology showed severely atypical cells, no malignancy but the lesion extended to the borders of the sample. She needs to have a wider excision done of this lesion.

Now, how does she know it's NOT malignant? Do they say it IS malignant in those reports?

In the famous words of teens everywhere: Whatever!

I'm going this coming Tuesday to have a larger chunk taken out of my upper left arm. (Despite the fact that the lab report thinks this sample came from my right arm. Phsh!)

This is just reaffirming to me that:
1. I am not a hypochondriac, I had a reason to be cautious.
2. It is time to start seeing a dermatologist now. The PA is great for a lot of things, but my skin needs it's own doctor.
3. We all need to take better care of our skin. I have a massive hat in my closet, my Audrey Hepburn hat. It's big and gorgeous and is now going to be with me when I'm outside in my yard, on my head, protecting my skin. And I will remember to put on sunscreen. Every.single.time. Must remember!!!!


I got this news right as I drove into the surgical center parking lot with Harold because he was having his knee scoped and his meniscus repaired. Great timing right?

Harold is rehabilitating at home. He hates "sitting around." I told him he needs to think of this more like, allowing his knee to heal.

MEN!!! Sit down, let your body heal.....FOR THE LOVE!!!!!!!

He's been in pain and I feel badly about that. He went to his first physical therapy appointment. Thankfully our PT is our bishop. He's a great guy and tells Harold what's what straight up. For instance:
Harold needs to be sitting on the couch with his leg propped up with ice on it.
Harold needs to stop feeling guilty about not helping with a move tomorrow happening in our ward.
Harold should feel good about his decision to stay home from work. His knee needs to heal.

Who's excited for the weekend? I am I am I am!

Savannah has prom tomorrow night. She'll look gorgeous, I'm super excited to see my baby girl all dolled up for prom. I {heart} that girl.

And Mack? Well, he is gearing up for a special choir performance featuring songs from Les Mis. And....he made chamber singers (highest level of choir at his school). So proud!

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

She's Back!

Savvy got home yesterday. I missed her. She is a fun part of our family and I am starting to glimpse the life of an empty nester and how it must be kinda lonely. My only consolation will be if we win the lottery, we'll be traveling so much I won't have to worry about missing my grown children. And we can drop in on them any time, because grown children and their spouses love that, right?

While Sav was gone we had regular contact via text and cell phone. A lot of her reports included information about a boy who was basically following her around. She likened him to a puppy dog needing it's mother. I thought she was being a little harsh. Then I saw her pictures. Seriously, that kid was in a TON of her pics. Nearby, lurking. Not creepy, just kinda funny to me. Like he was photobombing but didn't really get the joke. Sav actually did say he was being a creeper, her word for a boy who hangs around, seemingly uninvited.

Nevertheless, it's good to have her back. Now we get to harass her about making up for lost homework....until school ends. Yippee.