Five years ago on the 25th of February, an anonymous organ donor (deceased) gave the priceless gift of her kidney to Dan. We are so very grateful to her family, who allowed her wishes to be carried out on what must have been an extremely difficult and emotional day. The difference in Dan’s quality of life now, compared with how he felt a little more than five years ago, is incredible — in fact, he started feeling more like himself almost immediately after the surgery, and sometimes it’s easy to forget how sick he really was.So first, sincere thanks to the donor and her family, and to the transplant team at Good Samaritan Hospital in Portland, Oregon, and to all of the nurses and doctors who cared for him during his recovery. And thanks to the people who sent prayers and good thoughts, visited us in the hospital and helped us with meals, childcare, and transportation during that time.
This past year has been a kind of political awakening for me. Don’t get me wrong: I’m a registered voter and have voted in every election for years — Oregon’s vote-by-mail system makes it ever so easy — but I’ve found myself less than enthused with the choice (really, lack thereof) of candidates and the feeling that my votes really don’t count for much. Other than voting and grumbling, I’ve been a passive observer to this thing we call government, but recent events like the Arab Spring, Occupy Wall Street*, and the recession have changed my outlook and have ignited a need to participate and raise my voice in the call for change — not just regular change, but disruptive, innovative change that can only come when you reinvent the rules and the playing field, and kick out the ones who are just punting back and forth while nothing ever really gets accomplished.
I’ve been formulating my own “platform” of sorts, that lists the general principles that I think this country needs to focus on, and joking to my husband Dan that I want to run for President but only if I could be the one to make all of the decisions and strategy, while my Vice President would take care of the public appearances and state dinners and figurehead-type duties. So, in keeping with my goal (see the About Me page) of not being afraid to state my actual true feelings in public, I want to start writing about how I think things could change for the better in this country.
Recently I’ve come across a website that I’ve been exploring, called Americans Elect, that seems to reflect a bunch of other people who think similarly to me (what a relief that there are others who have issues with the status quo. It would be even more awful if no one saw a problem!). I encourage you to check it out, if only to see how your views compare with the presidential candidates and with other Americans. You’ll answer a series of questions about topics from energy to immigration, from campaign finance to health care. Hey, it’s technology actually doing something to improve our government – what a concept! (I like online gaming as much as the next person, but when there are more of us playing Farmville than trying to be active in government and try to improve our situation, there is a real problem)
I’ll start sharing some of my views here, but for now suffice it to say that I’m for compassion, kindness, respect, responsibility, and doing the right thing.
Each one of us has a responsibility to become educated on the facts of the issues facing this country and to get active so our voices are heard by our elected officials. I’d really like to see some civil, informed debate on the issues than to hear sound bites and speeches that are phrased to appeal to the emotions of voters (and re-election). We need honest dialogue and the ability to be open-minded to ideas that may be different. Our issues are too complex to be wasting time playing games instead of solving problems and moving onto the next challenge.
Now I know what my dad meant when he said he would only be president if he could be a benevolent dictator. Get out of my way and let me make the decisions so we can get through our stack of problems — then we can move on and focus on building the next great generation.
*About Occupy Wall Street: I love the energy and determination of these folks, and they are indeed an inspiration. But I think we need to take action beyond just occupying places. We need to gather together, decide what we are in favor of, and get organized to elect like-minded people to office that we can trust to be honest, objective, and open-minded. My hat’s off to all of you OWSers, but we need to take it further.
Tonight I was updating the “About Me” page on this site, listing the various jobs that I’ve had over the years, and was reciting the list to my surprised son who had never heard of most of them. It was an interesting trip down memory lane, because I haven’t thought about some of these jobs in a very long time. It made me proud of the variety of things I’ve been able to try out, and reminded me that each of these experiences helped make me the person I am today.
Yes, I drove a forklift at a pecan packing plant as a teenager. Yes, I drove the forklift right into a stack of boxes before I got the hang of it. That was a great summer job, especially since I basically created my own job opening. You see, my dad was the farm manager back then and had arranged for me to work on the conveyor belt picking branches and leaves out of the pecans that had been picked and were ready for processing. I was supposed to see “Oscar” on my first day, and what I didn’t know (or didn’t hear my dad tell me) was that I needed to go behind the plant where the pecans were delivered, and that was where I would find my new boss.
So instead, I appeared in the plant office on my first day asking for Oscar, who was very puzzled because he had no idea what job I was talking about. Little did I know there were TWO OSCARS, and the one out back was expecting me (and probably wonders to this day why I never showed up) while the one inside the plant just must have figured “Oh, this is the boss’ daughter and I had better find her something to do.” Thanks to Oscar, I learned to drive a forklift, got to pack pecans in boxes for distribution, and ended up with a more interesting job that summer than my dad had originally planned.
I’m not calling this a trend until I’ve posted more than 15 times in this new year. We stopped by the sandwich shop for lunch today and took this photo of Charlie with his blue jay “Rocket”. We are fans of “Portlandia”, which happens to start its second season in a few days on the Independent Film Channel (IFC), so it was an opportune time to put a bird on it (him).
Okay, I am back. One of my resolutions for the new year is to do less thinking about doing things and more just doing things. And way more writing.
Dan and I took Charlie to a “Mad Science” event for Cub Scouts recently, where we spent the afternoon in 5-6 sessions learning about the scientific method and how to apply it. Being in that kind of learning environment really energized us, and we started thinking about ways that we could help other kids learn about science. It would be great to try and get a similar afternoon session set up at Charlie’s school. I started wondering what it would be like to teach, and whether it would be as much fun if I weren’t just teaching my own son. I remember an old saying about doing the things that give you energy, and avoiding the things that use up your energy — and I can get fired up about tapping into kids’ natural curiosity and sharing my enthusiasm for the sciences, space, math, and just overall learning.
Speaking of space, did you know that there are two new satellites orbiting the moon as of today? GRAIL-A and GRAIL-B are due to be renamed soon — NASA gave kids the opportunity to name these twin spacecraft, and I’m hoping we’ll learn the new names in the coming weeks.
There is a great simulation that anyone can explore, at http://solarsystem.nasa.gov/eyes/. You will be able to follow the GRAIL spacecraft from launch to orbit and decommissioning (crashing into the moon), and also explore the rest of the solar system and other satellites as if you were in your own craft, zooming in and learning about each stop.
I’ll try to post here at least once a week from now on, and I hope to hone some mean writing skillz and work on a short story or two. Hope you’ll join me in my journey!
We had wound clinic this morning and the nurse was so happy with the way Dan is healing that she updated the wound care regimen so that it’s now tremendously easy to carry out. No more complicated steps and no more multitudes of different medical supplies — a large adhesive bandage and some anti-microbial gel and Dan’s good to go!
More good news awaited us at the transplant clinic. Dan’s doctor gave him the go-ahead to drive! (He did recommend that Dan check out his braking reflexes in an empty parking lot before going for his first drive, just to be sure he’s ready.) I’m sure Dan is excited to be able to escape the confines of the house without calling me to drive him, but I’m really thrilled. Not that I don’t enjoy being Dan’s chauffeur, but it’s going to be great to have Dan available to drop off and pick up Charlie from school and daycare. Whee!
Dan’s lab numbers continue to hold steady and the docs seem happy with his progress. They will want to do a biopsy on the new kidney sometime in the next couple of weeks to evaluate how well it’s doing. They repeated their earlier assurances that this biopsy will be much less unpleasant than the one Dan went through when he was first diagnosed with kidney disease. Knowing Dan, I bet he’ll continue worrying about it until it happens, but hopefully at a lower level.
Wow, it’s been over a week since I’ve written here. We’ve gotten used to our new routine, and Dan continues to only need to go to the transplant and wound clinics once a week. We’ve been taking good care of two sites on his incision that need attention. One is really healing nicely, but the other is taking its sweet time with this whole healing thing. We are doing everything that the nurse at the wound clinic has instructed us to do. She keeps us fairly well stocked with supplies, but occasionally I’ll need to track down something or other that we’ve gotten too low on — and it needs to be used that same day. Just so you know, tracking down specialized medical supplies (like those little plastic cups you take your pills with, and an anti-microbial gel called “Silvasorb” that must have real silver in it – it’s expensive!) is a little like going on a scavenger hunt. One that closes at 5pm on weekdays and is closed on the weekends. Nonetheless, I’ve managed to find what was needed.
Lab numbers are still good, and the doctors seem happy. I have to say that going to the clinic one time a week is much preferred over the ‘three times a week’ routine.
We spent the morning doing fun stuff, but we didn’t have a moment to spare until lunch time. First, we attended the Easter egg hunt at West Gresham Elementary School. It’s put on by the staff at the daycare where Charlie spent his first five years. I’ve never seen so many people there — and in spite of the rain! We had to be there at 9:00am sharp, because once they “release the hounds”, er, kids, the actual “hunting” part only lasts for about five minutes. I’ve got video – it’s like a horde of ants descending on a field of candy. Very fun though, and we’re thankful to the owners and staff of the daycare for all of the work they put into this each year. This is apparently the 60th year of this particular Easter egg hunt, and going strong!
Right after the eggs were gathered, we sped over to the baseball field for opening day festivities for Little League. It had stopped raining but was extremely cold. Pictures were taken and then the kids ate pancakes, and finally it was time to get lined up for team introductions. They took the kids out, lined them up by team, and left them standing in the outfield for what seemed like four hours while the board of directors were introduced and then some other announcements were made but we couldn’t hear them because they were using speakers from a kids’ karaoke set (or so it seemed). By the time they finally led the kids off the field, I was half frozen, Dan was in the car, and Charlie just wanted to go home. Yay, team! Our first game is this Thursday and we’re really hoping for better weather.
Oh, I forgot to mention that during this whole time I was just itching to get in line at the Apple store for a new iPad (especially at 9am when I could just imagine the folks who were in line and the doors opening up). Dan thinks that its ridiculous for someone to wait in line to buy anything, but somehow that iPad has been calling my name ever since Apple announced it. And ordering it for delivery sometime in the far future (April 12) seems so anti-climactic and blah.
Today’s lab and clinic was more encouraging than the last few. We stopped by the wound clinic and learned how to care for Dan’s incision site (details of which I won’t go into except to say it just requires more attention than it did last week). Monday, the surgeon thought it looked superficially infected, but today the nurse at the wound clinic thought it looked pretty good. We will continue to visit the wound clinic once a week or so until things are mostly healed. I feel more confident in how to care for the site now that I’ve had actual instruction. They also provided us with specialized supplies — one item was interesting to learn about: it’s called Kaltostat and it’s a fibrous spongy material made of seaweed and helps to protect the site from infection. Dan and I couldn’t decide if it was high-tech or low-tech — maybe nature-tech. The nurse there encouraged Dan to eat lots of protein, vitamin C and zinc – all to promote healing.
Dan’s creatinine is down a bit today, which is good. It probably won’t go any lower – everyone’s levels are different because of the way individual bodies process it. The more muscular you are, the higher (generally) your natural creatinine level is — although if it gets too high then the docs will want to check you out for kidney dysfunction. (The creatinine itself is not toxic or anything: it’s just an indication of how well your kidneys are flushing it out of your body, because your body continually produces it.) Dan’s got as high as 10 pre-transplant, and it’s now below 2. The doctor told us about a professional basketball player that he knew about with a pre-transplant creatinine level that was higher than 19, so you can see how it can vary from person to person.
The doc surprised us today by announcing that Dan only needs to return to the lab and clinic once per week — and we were previously at three times per week! So that is very good progress. Dan is much relieved, as the higher creatinine levels that we saw last week (when he was dehydrated) could have been an early indication of kidney rejection. At 6-8 weeks after the transplant, Dan will go in for a kidney biopsy – this will tell the doctors if there is any sign of rejection that might not be visible in the blood tests.
Oh, and I almost forgot: the episode of gout is over. No more pain or stiffness. Don’t want to see that again anytime soon!
In other news, tonight Charlie basically told me, “I’m an inventor, mom. Why doesn’t anyone let me do experiments?” So I told him he could pick out a couple of experiments from his chemistry book and we’ll do them this weekend. He replied that he wants to make up his own experiments. I’m a bit afraid of what he might come up with – but most importantly I’m wondering if I will be able to modify the initial experiment design into something safe and easy with materials I might actually have in the house, while not upsetting yon young Edison.
Before he went to bed, he wrote a short story on a piece of paper. This is how it reads: “Once upon a time there was a mom. She had 3 childrine. Their names were: Betsy, Hanna, and Rabeka. They went out into the woods! And they stead there for the rest of their lives. The end.” I asked him if it was a good thing or a bad thing that they stayed in the woods, and he said it was good because they loved the woods. He described himself the other day as a nature-lover, and after asking me what being addicted to something means, he stated that he was addicted to nature. What an amazing young man we have – we are so proud of him. I’m so happy that he isn’t afraid to ask us anything, and he really listens to the answers and is so curious to learn. I can’t wait to see if he does turn out to be an inventor, or an engineer, or a teacher, or ?
This is a picture that he drew (by making sure he had the correct crayon for each shade) right after Dan taught him the “ROY-G-BIV” mnemonic to remember the colors of the rainbow:
Yesterday Dan had to go in to see the doctor because he had a mild fever and of more concern to his docs, he had some pain in his shoulder. I think Dan was more worried about the fever, but the docs wanted to see him in the office because they were concerned (we learned later) he may have thrown a blood clot to the lungs. The good news is that it was an episode of gout (and not anything worse). The bad news is that it was an episode of gout (and very painful). So, some medications were adjusted and Dan was sent home. This morning his shoulder was only a little painful but still didn’t have a great range of motion and is still pretty stiff. It should resolve itself in a few days.
This morning’s clinic was not as good as previous ones. Dan’s creatinine was a little higher than it was on Monday, but his weight was also down quite a bit. The combination leads his doctor to believe that Dan’s just not drinking enough water, so Dan must drink a lot more water and more interestingly, *not* stay away from salt. He has tried to avoid salt for years, ever since he was diagnosed with kidney disease, so it was just a little different for Dan to be told to go out and have a bit of salt.
Dan’s wound drainage continues to make things bothersome. His surgeon came by during clinic and examined the incision. He also did a little procedure to open it up a little to encourage the draining. I didn’t really want to watch while this was happening, but there wasn’t a whole lot else to look at! Oh well, if nothing else perhaps I am getting a little hardened to the sight of such things, which might help *if* (not *when*) Charlie ever comes running in with some huge cut on his arm. Which reminds me of a story about myself when I was middle school age and had a little injury to my finger that did bleed a bit. I ran into the house and wouldn’t show my mom because I thought if she reacted in any way to how horrible my owie was, it would make me panic. So I showed it to my dad, who took one look, wrapped it in a washcloth, and drove me to the hospital. Sooo…..back from memory lane now. Where was I?
Oh yes. The surgeon did say that there didn’t seem to be any sign of infection and the tissues look good, but informed us that in patients he’s seen with excessive drainage, he ends up in the operating room with a third to a half of them. We are to watch the wound, watch for signs of a fever (Dan’s temp seems to be fine as I write this), and keep everything nice and clean and bandaged. This afternoon they did an ultrasound. They are pleased that the fluid build-up is smaller than it was a week ago. They are also happy with the blood flow to the new kidney, and confirmed that there are no blockages that may be causing problems. Overall, we are encouraged by the results. Dan is annoyed by the draining, and a little worried about the small chance for a second surgery if he does end up with an infection. But we’ll just take things slowly, listen to the docs, and keep an eye on everything.
Last night we attended our first Little League team meeting. Charlie is now a Giant – since he’s a rookie this year, he doesn’t have the complete baseball uniform but does have a cute orange t-shirt and a Giants cap. Thankfully we have one mom who’s been with the league for seven years and volunteered to be “Team Mom”. She can direct the rest of us, who are first-timers and have no clue what is going on. We learned that instead of keeping a list of which parent is bringing snacks each week, they encourage parents to buy “scrip” at the beginning on the season, which they hand out to the players at the end of each game so they can buy their own snack at the concession stand. I’m reserving judgement until I see what’s for sale, but I have an image of kids buying sodas and candy bars instead of the more healthy snacks that the parents brought to the soccer games last fall. The parents are also expected to work three shifts at the concession stand. Good thing I’m a cash-register guru. I volunteered to be the parent who organizes the kids into batting order and helps get each one ready to bat as their turn comes up. I have to pay $2.00 for a background check since I’ll be an official league volunteer. Which makes me ask myself: what kind of background check costs $2.00?? When it comes to checking someone’s criminal history, I’d rather pay for the deluxe search rather than the bargain cursory lookup. Okay, okay — I’m sure it’s fine. Remember, I am a little league newbie here, so what do I know?
And I have to mention that I am over here groaning about Obama’s speech today about the healthcare bill. I am completely fed up with the politicking and spin and playing to the camera, by EVERYONE (not just the President). It might surprise you, but there are at least a few insurance companies (like the non-profit that I work for) that actually want to *improve* things. *sigh*