My grandma is having surgery tomorrow. I know things will go according to the Lord's will. She is still in our prayers.
My brother and my mom are in the process of driving from Yuma, AZ to Oshkosh, WI. My brother has had to quit his job and move in with my parents. He will start
dialysis when they arrive in Wisconsin. (As long as his body holds out until then. If not, he'll start dialysis at the ER they arrive at somewhere between Yuma and Oshkosh.) Once
stabilized, he will start the process of preparing for another kidney transplant.
His last transplant ended up with two uncles fighting over the chance to donate his kidney. It seems that the fight has already began for this one. My mom is pretty
insistent that it will be her to donate. My brother-in-law is also stating it will be him. My mom is pretty
feisty when necessary, but my brother-in-law is a former
BYU football player...hmmm...who will win the fight? I don't know, but it should be interesting. :) Actually, I think there are numerous people who want to be tested, so we'll just wait and see who's the best match. Thanks for all the prayers for our family.
All of the recent events with my family have caused me to reflect on past events. Some events were not so happy, examples:
-The evening of our car accident, where I was told my 30 week pregnancy was going to end, my baby might not survive being born that early, and that my husband might not survive the night due to his injuries.
-The evening shortly after Kale and I were married, where we found out my brother Scott was in kidney rejection, and was going to have to suffer all the same trials he'd already
suffered once before
- The day about a month ago, when we learned that Scott's kidney functions were starting to go up, and he would once AGAIN have to suffer all the same trials he'd already suffered twice!
But also, I've been able to reflect on some happy times during those previous trials, examples:
-When my Aunt Karen and Uncle Bruce told me they were going to follow my ambulance down to McKay Dee hospital in terrible weather, so that someone was with me when I delivered my premature baby.
- When the Kale's surgeon the night of our accident, told me that everything would be okay. He said he would find out where Kale was bleeding from, and repair the damage. (I was told this while our hospital beds were wheeled up next to each other so we could say goodbye.)
- When our baby was born and he was a healthy baby boy.
- The day we found out we had so many wonderful family members willing to donate a kidney to Scott, even knowing that the surgery is much harder on the donor than on the
recipient.
Obviously, I could go on and on, and on, but I think I've already done that. I am so grateful for the family I have. For the extended support we are given. I'm glad that our Heavenly Father is much smarter than I am. Some of the decisions I made in my life, would've been completely different had it not been for his help. With past decisions, I didn't always understand why things had to be done the way they were. I wasn't always happy with how things ended up or why things had to be the way they were, but as I move on with life, I discover more each day about why things happened as they did.
I have the best family ever. Extended and immediate. (Immediate includes my husband's family of course.) I couldn't have asked for a anything better.
Alex and papa (my dad)
I love this picture, just because of size difference.
Brenton & Grandma (my mom)
After a while, Brenton wouldn't let anyone help him.
Above: Brenton & his cousin Kiara. They played SO good together. I don't think they fought even once! When we left to go back to Logan, both of them cried. Whenever Brenton says a prayer, whether it's a blessing on food or night time, he always blesses Kiara. He really misses her.
We started out giving both of them butter knifes.
When we took Alex's knife away, he still wasn't done with the frosting.
Above: My favorite picture!
