Monday, July 29, 2013

Smiles and Strength

Today I am all smiles.  I have completed 5 rounds of chemotherapy and have 1 more to go!  I feel so grateful that the 5th round went better than the last one.  I have definitely felt strength beyond my own.  Today I feel great--I went to church and felt the Spirit so strong.

I have been thinking of a blog entry from a friend of mine.  She wrote about motherhood and commented that being a happy mom when her kids were being obedient, kind, etc. was so easy---"even a monkey could do it!" The challenge comes when the situation is not ideal--not what we had hoped for or wanted.  It is easy for me to smile when I feel good and things are going well. Congratulations. A monkey can do that!:)

The true test of our character comes when things are not going well--we don't feel well, the kids are disobedient/tired/whiny, trials come along etc.  My Grandma Buhrley is a great example of smiles and strength in difficult situations.  My Grandma Buhrley was born in Cherry Creek Idaho and grew up on a farm.  It was a lot of hard work and she decided after high school that she wanted to try city life....she moved to Salt Lake City.  There she met and married my Grandpa.  She supported him in his dream to be a farmer--even though she admitted herself that she had been hoping to escape farm life by moving to the city.  It is interesting to hear my dad and his siblings talk about their "vacations" to go into town to see the dentist.  "You see" my dad told us "cows don't take a vacation and need to be milked each morning and night." So, they would occasionally do day trips.  After dairy farming for years, they sold the cows and the machinery and eagerly anticipated an opportunity to serve a mission.  After a few short months of serving in Germany, they returned home due to problems with my grandpa's health.  Quoting my uncle Roger from my grandpa's funeral a few years back "He (my grandpa) became ill with depression while serving in Germany.  His family and close friends were baffled by this turn of events.  He had lived 69 years as one of the most positive, outgoing, cheerful individuals on the planet.  We were soon to learn the the affliction of depression is no respecter of persons, that it is a chemical imbalance and not a condition of self-induced despair.  He lived the last 19 years of his life battling lethargy and the feelings of inadequacy that the illness of depression brings."  Battling this condition along with him was my angel Grandma.  She didn't complain and rarely left his side during those nineteen years--it seems to me she left only for funerals and weddings.  She was his caregiver day in and day out and endured this challenge so well--with her sense of humor and optimism still in tact.  I think of her often, especially on days when I don't feel well and the tears are many and the smiles are few.  She has since passed away as well and I draw much strength from her great example.

I also admire how my Grandma Rasmussen took care of her husband and my grandpa her whole life--but especially the last couple years as his health declined.  She was patient and kind and loving despite less than ideal conditions.  She never ceased to be a devoted wife and friend to him and cared for him with great compassion.  She too has shown great strength in difficult circumstances.

This poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox makes me think of my angel grandmothers and others that I have watched endure adversity with hope and optimism:


It is easy enough to be pleasant,
When life flows by like a song,
But the man worth while is one who will smile,
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it always comes with the years,
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth
Is the smile that shines through tears.



Tuesday, July 9, 2013

4th Round

Interesting that the series of chemo treatments are called "rounds" because after each round I feel like my body has been through a boxing match.  Each round has come with discomfort, fatigue, sickness, and tears, but this 4th round seemed to deliver some knockout punches that have left me down for the count for a while.

New to this round were muscle aches and soreness like I have never experienced--it was unsettling to realize that I had done nothing physical to warrant such feeling, yet my body was producing lactic acid in response to either the chemo or the Neulasta shot.  My hands were red and splotchy and looked like they had been burned (only from the inside out).  I have felt this burning sensation in my whole digestive tract and even heart burn which I have never had before.  Usually by the time I go in a week later (after the chemo) and the nurses ask me how I feel I can honestly say "okay."  This time when I went in the following week for the Herceptin, the nurse asked me how I was feeling and I just started to cry.  I showed her my hands and complained about the heart burn and she said "Can I give you a hug?"           It was quite embarrassing--in all of my weekly trips to the doctor I have NEVER seen anyone cry while getting chemo.  My favorite nurse noticed I was crying and came over to talk to me...she was very attentive and offered to get some prescriptions from the doctor that might help.  I then asked her "Do people ever recover from this?"  She said "Yes, but it takes some time."

That is what I am doing right now--trying to recover and get geared up for the next round.  It feels as if I am in the ring with my hands tied behind my back and unable to defend myself from the blows of the chemo...some of which I would argue are "low blows."  I hope and pray that if there are any cancer cells in me, the chemo will find its way to them and score a big KO.  One thing I know for sure is that I couldn't do this without all the people in my corner helping me in this fight.

I have heard it said that we should look for the "wows" amid life's "ows" (or painful times).  Some of the wows I have seen this past couple weeks:

--My parents and siblings and their families had planned a campout to celebrate the 4th of July and my mom's birthday.  Since it was planned for over a week after chemo we thought our little family would be able to go.  The night before, I was still not feeling well at all and our hopes of being able to go started to fade.  Upon receiving a priesthood blessing, I felt well enough to go and was able to enjoy a wonderful weekend with my family.

--My children have impressed me with their ability to step up their game!  They are getting much better at helping out around the house.  Eden is so thoughtful and is always drawing me pictures and writing notes.   Emerie has seen my dad give me foot rubs and loves to help me by giving me a foot rub.  Bennett has made a conscious effort to do things the first time he is asked--his work ethic is really improving.  Carson continues to be the hard worker he has always been--and he does it without complaint.

--My birthday was in June and I felt well enough to go on a bike ride with Chad and the kids and we had a camp out in our backyard.

--An inspired visiting teacher gave me a book called Heaven is Here by Stephanie Nielson.  I could really relate to this mother of 4 who experienced significant challenges as she struggled to recover from a crash that burned 80% of her body.  Her faith and her ability to do hard things was inspiring to me.


This video explains her amazing story!



Our neighbor has a daughter in law who had breast cancer--she gave me these awesome boxing gloves!!!