I will try to fill you in from where I left off I guess...
My mom never started chemo. She didn't feel it was going to do her any good. The doctors told her that with 6 months of chemo she could live 8-11 months, without chemo they gave her 6 months. That was mid February. Through a divine turn of events she and my dad were able to go to a clinic in Switzerland. It was a good trip, but it was cut short by other medical issues that she needed to come back to the states to resolve. They returned home April 11th.
On April 26th my brother returned home from his mission in Chile. My mom was too weak to join us at the airport to welcome him home. My hubby also flew in that afternoon and my sister who lives in San Diego had been in town for about a week.
That day marked the first time in 2 years our entire family was together, about 12 hours later we learned it would also be the last time.
That day my mom went from being able to talk and interact with us to almost non responsive. That evening we sensed her time was short and we each took some time to talk with her. She responded every now and then to me while I talked. I told her I would miss her, that I was sad her life, her story, was ending this way. Her frail, weak, skinny body hardly able to move. I watched as tears fell from her closed eyes because she was too weak to open them. I told her I loved her, that she'd been a good mom, a really good mom, and that if she was ready to go that it was ok. I cried and I hugged her and gave her what ended up being one last kiss.
That night we had a family prayer and The Guitarist gave her a blessing. We all stayed with her until about 11pm then went to bed. At roughly 1am on April 27th my dad woke to the sounds of her strange breathing. She'd slumped to her side, towards him. He was able to get his arms around her and sit her back, but moments later, while still in his embrace, she took her last breath and was gone.
Since then life has just been one big whirl wind of people and flowers and food and crying and everything! We tried our best to still do the things we had planned, things we knew she would still want us to do. In the morning we woke and went to meet with the Stake President to have my brother released from his mission. That afternoon we attended our cousins graduation lunch. That evening the whole family came over to celebrate The Guitarist return, he even still spoke in church on Sunday, and we had a luncheon afterwards. Wednesday was the viewing and Thursday the funeral. All but one of us 6 kids spoke. I told everyone about the amazing grandma she was, and how much Miss K was going to miss her best friend.
That evening I was finally able to sit. And I realized that I'd missed my appointment to see if our baby was a boy or girl. We decided we needed some happy news that day and so Mr.Right and I drove to Draper for an ultrasound.
We are going to have another beautiful little girl!
The next day Miss K was hit in the head with a boomerang... Yeah... A boomerang! It was a total accident and my brothers who'd been playing with it felt horrible! As they ran her inside blood was everywhere and within minutes we knew she would need stitches... Turns out she needed 9 of them, plus one deep one! She didn't love that experience. :(
The next day we had her 2nd birthday party. A bubble party! She loved every minute and it was nice to just have some fun!
I'm blogging from my phone for the 1st time so I don't know how long this is really going to be, but I feel like I've typed a lot! I have loads of pictures I will hopefully get around to putting up too.