How to Outwit a Pandemic

During the more-than-a-year shutdown

because of the Covid-19 Pandemic,

Brent planned acceptable and safe excursions

to the bird refuges:

Farmington Bay, Layton, and Bear River.

During February when the eagles were migrating,

we went out almost everyday, 

never feeling disappointed.

It wasn't just the pandemic that kept us homebound.

DeRay had falls that landed him in Emergency twice,

once for three weeks

including rehab.

Then Amy had a series of emergency room visits,

including major surgery, infections, stints--

anything that could go wrong went wrong--

culminating in a blood clot on her lungs.

Yes, Pulmonary Thrombosis.

She missed the last 4-5 months of the school year.

Brent moved downstairs to be available

for middle-of-the night Emergency visits.

(His wife, Jan, back in Missouri, had her

share of Emergency room visits too.

She and their three adult kids are all troopers.)

When PARC started Zoom classes,

Ed enjoyed them so much 

he didn't want to miss a single one:

Cooking, sign language,

many others including the usual

talent shows, show and tell,

book club.

Then we could only have excursions on weekends.

We fed ducks at the Farmington pond,

walked around the Bountiful ponds,

walked the Lagoon Trail and the Buffalo trails,

went to Antelope Island, Saltair;

and walked the hollow close to home

where we enjoyed Forrest Bathing.

Brent would scout out trails we didn't know existed

on his midnight bike rides.

My favorite, as it turned out, 

is part of the Buffalo Trail.

Our walkers rolled smoothly on

the well-groomed trail/

The gentle breeze was refreshing;

the waves on the picturesque lake mesmerizing;

the everlasting view expanding,

and the red sunset brilliant.

Thank you, Brent,

for an enchanting evening.

Ed putting our walkers in his Hyundai SUV

Brent's photos

Amy generally goes with us,

but this particular day she had hiked

and used up all her energy.

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Double Whammy

 As the original neighborhood is growing older

several have had hip or knee replacements. 

I had a complicated full hip replacement

the day before Thanksgiving 2020,

ending up in ICU

receiving three blood transfusions 

and a rod in my left femur also.

The doctor truly performed a miracle.

He didn't do at all what he planned to do,

which was repair the fractured pelvic bone. 

I was slow to wake up

but when I did, he said I responded to everything. 

"I don't remember."

"No, and you never will."

The pain was gone.

I was so grateful.

A different orthopedic surgeon

did a full left-knee replacement

on April 8, 2021.

The recovery was much more difficult

but I was forewarned

and had excellent care and support.

Through both surgeries plus the

cement and radiation in my back

to relieve the pressure from the fractured vertebrae.

I have not missed a cancer treatment.

Yes, some neighbors have had hip and knee replacement,

even back surgery.

Some people have all that plus infusions

for metastatic breast cancer.

I'm one of the some.

There's a Church in the Valley

There's a church in the valley by the wildwood, 

No lovelier spot in the dale;

No place is so dear to my childhood

As the little white church in the vale.

Refrain:

Come to the church in the wildwood,

Oh, come to the church in the vale;

No spot is so dear to my childhood

As the little white church in the vale

Oh, come to the church in the wildwood,

I was blessed in this little white church in the Valley, as well as all of my brothers and sisters. We were all baptized in the baptismal fount in the basement of the building. My father’s funeral was held there when I was 10 years old--my oldest sister was barely 18 years old and my youngest sister barely one. Eight children in all left in the care of our assiduous mother.

A new brick standardized church replaced this distinctive church house. Cherished childhood memories flow back to this marvelous Little White Church in the Valley. During the week, while at Primary or Mutual, we would unlock a window in the classroom nearest the fire escape. Then on the July 4th and 24th eves, we would enter the building, go to the bellfry and ring the bell loud and long at midnight. The girls would all sleep together on someone's lawn and the boys somewhere else. Sometimes they beat us to the bellfry but not often. LaVon, who owned a motel across the street, claimed her tourists did not like to be awakened by the noise. She caught us once or twice and scolded us good. Just a little childhood tradition in the Little White Church in the Valley. By the way, it was a bit of a jump from the last rung on the fire escape to the ground. That's where bravery came in.  

  

There was an Old Lady who Sucked up a Fly

 There was an old lady who swallowed a fly

I don't know why she swallowed a fly

- Perhaps she'll die!

There was an old lady who swallowed a  spider; 

That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her!

She swallowed the spider to catch the fly;

I don't know why she swallowed a fly

 - Perhaps she'll die!

There was an old lady who swallowed a  bird;

How absurd to swallow a bird!

She swallowed the bird to catch the spider;

That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her!

She swallowed the spider to catch the fly;

I don't know why she swallowed a fly

- Perhaps she'll die!

There was an old lady who swallowed a  cat; 

Imagine that! She swallowed a cat!

She swallowed the cat to catch the bird,

She swallowed the bird to catch the spider;

That wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her!

She swallowed the spider to catch the fly;

I don't know why she swallowed a fly 

- Perhaps she'll die!

Then she swallowed a dog, a goat, a cow;

and finally the old lady swallowed a horse.

...She's dead, of course!

I didn’t swallow a fly.

I sucked one up through the straw in my thermos,

that I keep full of water upstairs to take my pills.

“Ugh. That’s something big!”

I spit it out.

It was a very big black fly.

“Am I going to be sick?”

Think of all the times you splashed the water skeeters

and other bugs from the pond out to the herd

before getting a drink.

I’m still alive.

Nevertheless,

flies are filthy.

-Perhaps I’ll die.

The October Birthday Bunch

“Claudann, a friend for over 50 years,

 was posting on Facebook Wednesday night.

Thursday morning, she was dead.

A stroke.

No chemo, no radiation, no infusions, no surgeries, no opioids.”

“Are you jealous?” Amy asked.

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, look at you," she says, "sitting there eating a hamburger.

Claudann can’t have a hamburger.”

“You’re right.”

I also had a banana split oozing in chocolate and nuts.

I’m with amazing family.

The world is filled with wonder and grace.

My heartfelt gratitude.

Charlene Seeley (Oct. 1, 1933), Sylvia Hadfield (October 9, 1920), Jeanette Hugh (October 3, 1936), Claudann Loveless (October 10, 1944)

Darling, We Are Growing Old

One still and strange night

DeRay and I both happened to be awake at 4 AM.

“You know,” this voice from the darkness says,

“Everything happens to you.

Nothing happens to me.

I always wanted you to take care of me.

Sometimes I’m jealous of you.” 

At last. we now know,

what has caused the tension

the past three years while I’ve been in battle. 

A few days later, he got even.

He stole the show.

Oh, yes!

Another massive cold sweat.

Groans and dreadful sounds

High and loud.

I call Amy.

Amy calls 911.

Brooke came.

And when DeRay gained consciousness

after they gave him a shot of glucose

(blood sugar was 40 – should have been around 100)

surrounding his bed were ten uniformed paramedics –

five from Layton; five from Kaysville,

as well as Brooke and Amy,

plus two fire trucks and an ambulance.

A diabetic coma.

Impressive, DeRay. Impressive!

I concede.

Cancer during Pandemic - Part 1 of 5

THE LONG AND PAINFUL HIATUS

No words can adequately express my heartfelt thanks
to the millions of you from all over the world

who have joined me in home-isolation.

For over a year now,

I haven’t left the house much except for medical care.

Now that I know you are staying home from church with me,

not holding club or eating out,

I feel your strength and benevolence.

What?

You’re staying home because of the pandemic, you say?

That’s actually smart.

I got tested for the virus

before I could have surgery Wednesday April 22.
So did Verla before her surgery on April 27.
Count us in the polls.
Negative.

PANDEMIC

Quoting Brooke from his weekly letter: Covid-19, our friend the Coronavirus.  It’s literally all anyone has been able to talk about for weeks and weeks.  Crazies and not crazies have been flooding the grocery stores, the big box stores, the Costcos and Sam’s Clubs to buy toilet paper, flour, sugar, paper products, meat, fruit, vegetables, medical supplies, bread, and everything else.  I’ve never seen shelves so empty throughout every store I’ve been to.

     It all happened so quickly last week, I couldn’t possibly recall the facts accurately but the main thing was that Monday and Tuesday we were still feeling pretty optimistic but it was declared a world pandemic on Wednesday.  That was the day that members of the Utah Jazz were diagnosed with the virus and the NBA shut down.  The next day universities across the state closed and moved to online instruction.  4 PM on Friday brought the news conference that confirmed that schools would close for at least 2 weeks leading up to spring break.  That means at least 3 weeks without classes and the promise of online classes and somehow helping students continue to learn while keeping them at home

     News along the way changed nearly by the hour.  Temples closed, missions closing.  Missionaries being sent home early.  Missionaries from the Philippines being shipped out of the country.  Today missionaries in Africa are being shipped out.  European travel was restricted and on and on.  We were very glad that Isaak didn’t end up going to London last week.  That would have been even more stressful.
    The other day of note was Ed's Birthday. Wednesday March 11. Elizabeth was preparing all day and even for days. She made the most delicious Russian honey cake  and enchalautas that were just for the family dinner after the main event. She also made cupcakes and other treats for the neighbors. We invited them all to come over for a quick party for Ed and almost all of them came and brought greetings and gifts. Ed had a good day.

     Our last contact with people was the openhouse for Ed’s birthday. Schools closed on Friday March 15.

     March 18, we woke up to a magnitude 5.7 earthquake that messed with all our heads and our plans.  (end of Brooke)

APRIL 1 THROUGH APRIL 21 – Since schools closed on March 13 – Friday the 13th! –all days seem the same. You can’t tell one from another.  Every day feels like Sunday to me. Why I don’t know, except that maybe it’s because I don’t do anything.  Just keeping the Sabbath Holy every day. Ed is getting a little more used to entertaining himself in his room. He and Amy generally go on a trike/bike ride each day.  He’s becoming an introvert again. I talked to Carol and Verla every day that Carol was up to Verla’s. Verla said she couldn’t have done it without Carol.  The Shepherds brought Shepherd Pie, jello salad w/fruit and chocolate chip cookies for dinner one night. Alan and RaJean brought chicken soup, fresh green salad, cookies made without flour, a fresh fruit bowl and a fresh loaf of sour dough bread. Nearly everything is closed: gyms, restaurants, theaters, schools, library, churches, beauty salons, parks, including State and National. Grocery stores are open. Gnocchi languished. Amy thought everyday was his last day for a couple of weeks. Then on a Saturday, Pancake suddenly took ill. She groaned from that moment on. On Monday, Amy took both of them to the vet (separate vets). Both were full of cancer. So Tuesday, she took them both in and watched them die in peace. Gnocchi and Pancake: April 14, 2020. We were in mourning the next day and longer. They were a big part of our lives and we will miss them. Then Thursday, Amy came home with a 7-month old kitty that is so beautiful. She has fox ears so we’re wondering what her pedigree is.  Amy and I have about settled on Sola. The trouble is, we can’t remember it.  Last Thursday, April 16, I went to my doctor’s appointment. They wouldn’t let DeRay come in. The doctor wants to put me on a different chemo because he says this one isn’t working. Brooke definitely doesn’t think I should.  I hate to give up but I don’t want to prolong suffering either. I needed my people there to help me ask the right questions and make the right decisions.
     It seems I have abnormal cancer cells. All cancer cells are abnormal; mine are abnormal abnormal.  Rarely, if ever, do breast cancel cells go to the uterus or cervix or to the bones. Nothing we have tried has worked. Cancer just keeps spreading. Since the kyphoplasty relieved me of a lot of pain, the doctor has decided to try a new non-chemo drug "Piqray". So far, from the meds all I've got is side-effects. No help. Not even radiation has helped relieve pain or spreading. Nothing.


Ed's comments in March after the shut-down:.
“Somebody got the garbage can in, Mom.  It burns me up. It’s a long time until next week.” “I can’t believe someone is doing my job. They know it is my job, not theirs.”
“You’ve got appointments this week, Mom. I’m jealous.”
“I miss my friends.”
“I miss our swim.”
“I’m getting nowhere because you’re here. I don’t like to be lonesome.”
“I hope everyone gets feeling better, Mom. I don’t want to be stuck here.”


To Brooke, Elizabeth and Klarissa:  I guess you told Eddy that Isaak and Klarissa were driving to San Diego and back.

He comes whining to me:  "I don’t know why Klarissa can’t stay home. What does she use for brains? She knows there is a stay-home policy."