Sunday, 31 October 2010
Saturday, 30 October 2010
Happy Halloween!
We did a little Trick or Treating this morning at Nana's, Great Grandma Ellsworth's, and Grandma Jager's house. Millie was so cute! She kept running around yelling, "BATGIRL".
She finishes every move by yelling, "BATGIRL".
After Millie and Austin took their naps (Millie usually crashes sometime during the day, the chemo wears her down), we headed out as a family to do a little Trick or Treating in the neighborhood.
Sunday, 24 October 2010
A happy song
MILLIE
Close your eyes, think of what you'll be
And everywhere you'll go and what you'll see.
A cowgirl on the range, or an astronaut in space,
Or a mommy with a babe, or all of these.
Millie Millie no matter what you do
We'll be right by your side
To share it all with you.
Millie Millie look around you'll see
Nothing but faith and hope from friends and family.
You're gonna fight fight fight 'till the sun goes down
Fight fight fight for the whole year round
You're gone smile and hope and believe.
What is red if we have no green?
The blue without the orange means nothing.
The shadows violet haze
Cast from the burning golden rays.
How can you pick a favorite one
From all you've seen?
Millie Millie you'll always have a friend
Someone to pick you up and dust you off again.
Millie Millie look around you'll see
Nothing but faith and hope from friends and family.
Chorus
Tilt your head, look up to the sky
And in the starry night you'll see a satellite.
And you can touch it with your eyes,
And you can wish inside your heart,
And it will be your shooting star every night.
words and music by Jesse Crowley
Saturday, 23 October 2010
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Millie's October 2010 Update
Friday, 8 October 2010
P.A.R.T.Y.
They were all so adorable. Millie's Nana had gotten brushes for them to comb their hair and my mom brought a ton of ribbon to decorate it with. It was so cute to see all these little horses running around with bows in their mane.
It was a perfect day and worth the wait. Millie couldn't have been happier and I couldn't stop crying tears of joy all day. I am so grateful for a healthy, happy, little girl. I love her.
The Birthday Girl
Pinata Time
Ellie #2
Cami making sure the mane was smooth and shiny
Mr. Austin
His silly faces make me laugh
Hanging out with Grandpa Jeff
The Whole Gang
Cancer Moms
(We had another cute mom with us but she had to get back upstairs to be with her daughter before we could get a picture. It was so nice to meet you Marie and I am glad you decided to join us. I love you and I love Rachel. Keep fighting!)
I did not write this, but it's perfect.
I belong to a special group of women
My friends and I have an amazing bond.
We never wanted to be in this group,
Yet we are in, for life.
Maybe we have met, maybe we haven’t,
Yet our love for each other is boundless.
We know the pain the other one feels,
And we share our victories small or huge.
Words like chemo, IV, Zofran , bald heads
Are always parts of our conversations,
As well as roidrage, tears, and meltdowns…
We always know where the closest puke bucket is,
We can hold it in one hand and if necessary,
Swallow the sandwich the other hand was holding.
We can drive to the hospital,
Park in the dark parking garage
Make our way thru the halls of the hospital
And to the appropriate floor,
Settle in a room, turn the TV on,
Give instructions to the head nurse,
Silence loud beeping IV pumps,
Direct a wagon AND an IV pole
To the playroom without hitting anything
Make our way back to the correct room
And all this, mind you, With our eyes closed at any given time.
We know how to draw blood from lines
Sticking out of little kids chests.
We can hold them down with one hand,
While a nasogastric tube is inserted in their little nose,
And be on the phone with their dads at the same time.
We can live for days on hospital food,
And on maybe only one meal a day.
We know the names of up to 20 different drugs,
Their purpose, dosage and time to be taken.
We are always on call, 24 hours a day,
Seven days a week.
We are used to not always looking our best,
Hard to do with only a few hours of sleep.
Make up, hair styling, skirts are words of the past.
We have become addicted to texting,
hospital, clinic, home, wherever…
We talk sometimes at all hours of the night,
We know we can count on someone to be up.
Then for one of us, the world stops.
She has to walk away, broken.
This job is over .
The job is over, but the fight is on.
Remember, I said we were in this forever.
We are friends, sisters, temporary nurses,
We are each others rock, each others punching bag,
We listen, we vent, we cry, we laugh together.
We share our lives and our deaths
We share our pain and our victories.
We are strong, but not by choice,
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose,
But never are we defeated.
We are not nurses
We are not doctors,
We are cancer moms…