Alvin’s Surgery

I wasn’t going to post about Alvin’s surgery that he had back in June – but then I thought, it may be helpful to those who are in search for info. I had a hard time trying to find anything when I first found his bump. Although, you should see a vet and get down to the bottom of something, instead of using WebMD. 🙂

Back in April, I found a bump in between his toes. I thought it was just a rock at first, but when I looked closer, it looked like he had another nail that had grown in. I remember noticing a pink bump awhile back, but that’s all it looked like. This looked exactly like another nail. He wasn’t bothering it at all, so I left it alone. I had texted one of my friends, who is a vet tech, and she said it should be fine as long as he doesn’t bother it. Of course, he started chewing at it. Once he started chewing on it, the area became very red (photos below). I tried to trim it down and it didn’t bother Alvin at all when I did that. When I clipped some off, it would just completely fall a part. I kept reading and looking at “crown” photos. The crowns looked very similar to what Alvin had.

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Once he started gnawing at it, I knew it was time to see the vet. We went in on a Saturday and the vet said it would be best to remove because it will more than likely become infected since he wouldn’t stop messing with it. He believed the “tumor/cyst” was non-cancerous, but they would send it off to the lab for testing and he expected a good outcome and recovery. I scheduled surgery for the following Thursday. During that time, I made Alvin wear the cone of shame – which he hated with a passion! He just lays in place or walks around and looks like a lamp shade!

The day of surgery, he went in around 8am and I called to check up around 1pm. They said he was doing fine and jumping around. Excuse me? Why is he jumping around after surgery! I was expecting a day off! 🙂 When I picked him up, he was so excited and jumping around like nothing happened! They had put an Alvin bandage on him – so cute! He ended up passing out that afternoon like a baby! Whew! The vet said surgery went well and they would get results back in a week or so to determine if they got it all and to find out exactly what it was. He had a few stitches – which he decided to pull out a couple days later! Ugh! Kids! 🙂

Ripped out stitches

Ripped out stitches

He had to return in two days for a wound check and possibly remove the bandage. They replaced the bandage on Saturday and said the wound looked fine. I took him in on Tuesday because he decided to get a little crazy and somehow pulled out a few stitches. They removed the bandage and Alvin had removed two stitches. We were to return on Thursday to remove the remaining stitch…if it was still there 🙂

Few days after surgery

Few days after surgery

The results finally came in and it turned out to be a wart. Yes – A WART! The vet said it was unlikely to return, but to keep an eye out. Apparently, these warts can appear on dogs who are in daycare or go to parks often. Once the stitches were completely out, which Alvin removed them all himself, he was ready to go. He wasn’t allowed to walk or play until those stitches were gone. He didn’t do well with those instructions! Alvin ripped the last one out on the way to the vet to have it removed. How convienent! It took about a month for the swelling to go down from surgery. I’m happy to report that the wart has yet to appear again and he is a healthy guy.

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There are at least two days a year we need a time out. Today is one of those days | Remembering my brother, Ricky.

For those that have lost someone close to them, there are at least two days we need a time out. Today is one of those days. On this day, every year, my heart stops at 7 p.m. No matter what I’m doing, I always seem to be looking at the clock when it hits 7 and my mind flashes back to the most terrible night in my life.
Today marks the 18th anniversary my brother became an angel. Unfortunately, the days do not get easier…or at least they haven’t in 18 years, so I can’t see it becoming easier anytime soon. You just end up learning to deal with it. It’s a part of life. A shitty part of life. When I speak about him to friends, family, or at events, I still get that knot of my stomach, lump in my throat and teary eyed. I could cry as hard as I did the night it happened. Don’t be confused that I don’t want to talk about my brother because that’s not the case.

May he rest in peace and be with all of the others we have lost throughout the years. I hope he is proud of the person I have become and I haven’t let him down.

Below is an article I came across that describes what people should understand about losing a child. No, I didn’t lose a child – but after 18 years, I can’t tell you how many times people have said the most awkward/ridiculous comments to my mom about my brother. I’m not sure if they get in a panic and have no idea what to say, so they end up blurting the very first thing that comes out. This is definitely an article EVERYONE should read.

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Four and half years after the death of my oldest son, I finally went to a grief support group for parents who have lost children. I went to support a friend who recently lost her son. I’m not sure I would’ve gone except that when I was in her shoes, four years ago, I wish I would’ve had a friend to go with me. Losing a child is the loneliest, most desolate journey a person can take and the only people who can come close to appreciating it are those who share the experience.

The meeting was a local chapter of The Compassionate Friends, an organization solely dedicated to providing support for those who have lost children, grandchildren or siblings. The facilitator was a tall gentleman who had lost his 17 year old son eight years ago. He opened the meeting by saying that dues to belong to the club are more than anyone would ever want to pay. Well, he couldn’t be more correct: no one wants to belong to this group.

The group of incredible survivors included parents whose children had been killed by drunk drivers, murdered, accidental overdose, alcoholism, suicide and freak accidents. The children’s ages ranged from 6-38 years old. When hearing the stories, I had a visceral reaction to being part of this “club,” but was also humbled by the greatness of these mothers and fathers.

Most of what I share in this article came from this meeting, but also from my own experience of having lost a child and being four years into that lifelong journey of healing from deep grief. The following five tips can be your compass to help you navigate how to give support to grieving parents on a sacred journey they never wanted to take.

1. Remember our children.

The loss of children is a pain all bereaved parents share, and it is a degree of suffering that is impossible to grasp without experiencing it first hand. Often, when we know someone else is experiencing grief, our discomfort keeps us from approaching it head on. But we want the world to remember our child or children, no matter how young or old our child was.

If you see something that reminds you of my child, tell me. If you are reminded at the holidays or on his birthday that I am missing my son, please tell me you remember him. And when I speak his name or relive memories relive them with me, don’t shrink away. If you never met my son, don’t be afraid to ask about him. One of my greatest joys is talking about Brandon.

2. Accept that you can’t “fix” us.

An out-of-order death such as child loss breaks a person (especially a parent) in a way that is not fixable or solvable — ever! We will learn to pick up the pieces and move forward, but our lives will never be the same.

Every grieving parent must find a way to continue to live with loss, and it’s a solitary journey. We appreciate your support and hope you can be patient with us as we find our way.

Please: don’t tell us it’s time to get back to life, that’s it’s been long enough, or that time heals all wounds. We welcome your support and love, and we know sometimes it hard to watch, but our sense of brokenness isn’t going to go away. It is something to observe, recognize, accept.

3. Know that there are at least two days a year we need a time out.

We still count birthdays and fantasize what our child would be like if he/she were still living. Birthdays are especially hard for us. Our hearts ache to celebrate our child’s arrival into this world, but we are left becoming intensely aware of the hole in our hearts instead. Some parents create rituals or have parties while others prefer solitude. Either way, we are likely going to need time to process the marking of another year without our child.

Then there’s the anniversary of the date our child became an angel. This is a remarkable process similar to a parent of a newborn, first counting the days, then months then the one year anniversary, marking the time on the other side of that crevasse in our lives.

No matter how many years go by, the anniversary date of when our child died brings back deeply emotional memories and painful feelings (particularly if there is trauma associated with the child’s death). The days leading up to that day can feel like impending doom or like it’s hard to breathe. We may or may not share with you what’s happening.

This is where the process of remembrance will help. If you have heard me speak of my child or supported me in remembering him/her, you will be able to put the pieces together and know when these tough days are approaching.

4. Realize that we struggle every day with happiness.

It’s an ongoing battle to balance the pain and guilt of outliving your child with the desire to live in a way that honors them and their time on this earth.

I remember going on a family cruise eighteen months after Brandon died. On the first day, I stood at the back of the ship and bawled that I wasn’t sharing this experience with him. Then I had to steady myself, and recognize that I was also creating memories with my surviving sons, and enjoying the time with them in the present moment.

As bereaved parents, we are constantly balancing holding grief in one hand and a happy life after loss in the other. You might observe this when you are with us at a wedding, graduation or other milestone celebration. Don’t walk away — witness it with us and be part of our process.

5. Accept the fact that our loss might make you uncomfortable.

Our loss is unnatural, out-of-order; it challenges your sense of safety. You may not know what to say or do, and you’re afraid you might make us lose it. We’ve learned all of this as part of what we’re learning about grief.

We will never forget our child. And in fact, our loss is always right under the surface of other emotions, even happiness. We would rather lose it because you spoke his/her name and remembered our child, than try and shield ourselves from the pain and live in denial.

Grief is the pendulum swing of love. The stronger and deeper the love the more grief will be created on the other side. Consider it a sacred opportunity to stand shoulder to shoulder with someone who have endured one of life’s most frightening events. Rise up with us.

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Last Day to Donate to My Walk for Wishes Team! $1, $5, $10, $20 – whatever you can give!

Today is the last day to make a donation to my team for the Walk for Wishes event in Tampa. Every little bit helps! $1, $5, $10, $20 – whatever you can give!

To learn more about my story click here: Walk for Wishes

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If you’d like to donate to my team, please click here!

Every little bit helps! Here are some facts about wishes:

  • Make-A-Wish grants a wish, on average, every 38 minutes and, on average, a child is referred for a wish every 28 minutes.
  • Every wish experience is driven by the wish kid’s interests, creativity and personality.
  • Make-A-Wish granted nearly 14,000 wishes in 2011 alone.
  • Make-A-Wish chapters serve every community in the United States and its territories.
  • Make-A-Wish has more than 25,000 active volunteers in the United States.
  • Make-A-Wish needs 2.5 billion frequent flier miles to meet all the travel need for wish kids and their families.
  • Nearly 70 percent of wish experiences involve travel.
  • The Walt Disney Company is involved in 40 percent of the wishes Make-A-Wish grants.
  • As of March 2010, the average cost of a wish was $7,025.

Two Days Left to Donate! – Walk for Wishes Tampa Bay

You have two days left to make a donation to my team for the Walk for Wishes event in Tampa.

To learn more about my story click here: Walk for Wishes

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If you’d like to donate to my team, please click here!

Every little bit helps! Here are some facts about wishes:

  • Make-A-Wish grants a wish, on average, every 38 minutes and, on average, a child is referred for a wish every 28 minutes.
  • Every wish experience is driven by the wish kid’s interests, creativity and personality.
  • Make-A-Wish granted nearly 14,000 wishes in 2011 alone.
  • Make-A-Wish chapters serve every community in the United States and its territories.
  • Make-A-Wish has more than 25,000 active volunteers in the United States.
  • Make-A-Wish needs 2.5 billion frequent flier miles to meet all the travel need for wish kids and their families.
  • Nearly 70 percent of wish experiences involve travel.
  • The Walt Disney Company is involved in 40 percent of the wishes Make-A-Wish grants.
  • As of March 2010, the average cost of a wish was $7,025.

 

Remembering That You Are Going To Die Is The Best Way I Know To Avoid The Trap of Thinking You Have Something To Lose.

Today is a hard day for two reasons:
1. I’m having my third knee surgery in 6 months today.
2. Today has been 15 years since my brother (Ricky) passed away from cancer.

Many don’t know the story of my brother or didn’t even know I had a brother. It was hard for someone my age to be asked, “So do you have siblings”. Umm yes, no, well I used to. I always said no when I was younger, but I now always say that I lost my brother to cancer. I don’t want sympathy, but I don’t want people to think I didn’t have the blessing of knowing/having a brother. There are only a handful that may remember because they went to school with me and the whole 6th grade class was told what was going on.

Ricky and I were like normal siblings – It’s a love hate relationship; don’t touch me, you never talk to me, why are you ignoring me, why won’t you let me hang out with you, you’re so cool cause you’re older, etc. My brother was adventurous and pretty laid back. He enjoyed being outside and being with friends. He also ate the weirdest foods…I’m pretty sure he did it to gross me out. When we lived in Indiana we always went running into the huge corn field behind our house, sledding, four wheeling, fishing, playing video games or riding our bikes. Probably the biggest memory I have is singing karaoke with him. He would always sing New Kids on the Block – haha! I have proof!

He loved music, the screaming rock kind…For some reason that didn’t pass over to me, thank God. Ricky went to my Girl Scout Graduation. It made me so happy he was there. I followed him around all of the time…to the point of annoyance, which started the bickering. I even followed him up mountains and caves 0_O.

Rewind 16 years ago…I was 11 years old, so bare with me.

It was spring of 1996 – He was having pain in his left shoulder. My parents took him to the ER, but I didn’t go. I think it was the next day or not too long after that, Ricky came into my room and said he had cancer. Ewing’s Sarcoma, to be exact. Ewing’s Sarcoma is a very rare bone cancer and very aggressive. He asked me if I knew what cancer was and I said, “Yeah, that’s when your cells are all messed up, right?”. I was close! It became a big blur of the hospital, the Ronald McDonald house, washing your hands non-stop and staying with my Grandmother a lot after that.

They decided to do treatment at Shands Hospital in Gainesville, FL, which is 3 hours away.. (Home of the Gators). Radiation was quite interesting – it was like having blue tattoos everywhere. Chemo was also done and the top of his knee got burned because some of the chemo spilled on him. I didn’t know much of what was happening, just that he was sick and he had to stay at the hospital for a long time. I thought the Ronald McDonald house was so cool. It had a pirate ship out in the back to play on and the place had plenty to keep you busy. I also stayed home with my Grandma, who lived nearby, so I could keep going to school. My parents and brother seemed to be gone forever at a time. Then it was just my mom and brother who were gone.

Fall was right around the corner and Ricky had to get a bone marrow transplant. After the transplant, things became very strict on what he could be around and what he couldn’t. I remember him wearing his hospital mask at times. One night we ordered pizza and I doubled dipped into the sauce and he yelled at me because he couldn’t have any after that. Opps…

My birthday was next and we were deciding how to have a party since my brother couldn’t be around so many people. We decided to have it at the skating rink – Oh the 90s! During the party, a girl fell in front of me and I was going too fast to move out of the way and I went flying. My friend Jill fell on top of my left arm and guess what? It broke. By that age, I had broken my leg once, my right arm twice and my left arm three times. Habits are hard to break, but bones aren’t. I went to my mom who asked me if I could unbutton my pants – I had broken my arm so many times, she knew this would tell her if it was broken. I couldn’t twist it and the workers got me ice. I finished out the party with a bang by entering into the skating race. After the party, we made our way to our second home, Blake Hospital, to get an x-ray. It was broke and I was put into a sling and casted shortly afterwards.

The next few months I can remember like no one else.

My family left for Gainesville one day and the neighbors watched me until they got home that night. My mom sat me on the couch and told me there was nothing more they can do for Ricky and he would die from the cancer. None of the treatment worked. Being so young, I didn’t really react. I just said, “Oh.” No one close to me had died before. I didn’t comprehend what was going to happen. I went to school the next day and told some of my friends and they had the same reaction. Life went on normally after that. Christmas was right around the corner and my mom had always wanted a dachshund, so Ricky decided to get one for  her  for Christmas. My dad, Ricky and I went to go look at the mini dachshund he was going to get her. I was still in a sling from getting crazy at the skating rink and we put the puppy in my sling while she slept. I then said, “She is the size of a twinkie!”. Therefore, her name became Twinkie. We picked up Twinkie a few days later and Ricky placed her in a picnic basket and gave it to her right before Christmas.

After Christmas, it went downhill pretty fast. We tried to keep busy and not be stuck in the house depressed about the situation. Ricky had to start using a wheel chair because of the pain. We went to the Cortez Fishing Festival to walk around and get him out of the house one weekend.  His friends would came over to keep him company and give my mom a break. It was harder on family and friends to visit because you don’t know what to say sometimes and you didn’t know if he wanted you there or wanted to rest, etc. It’s not like the movies. You just do the best you can do.

Ricky had a wish to meet Dennis Rodman (Chicago Bulls), but after his stent of wearing a wedding dress, Ricky said no thanks! The Make-A-Wish Foundation worked out a trip so we could go to Chicago and see family and friends in Indiana and go to a Bulls game. It was mid-Feb and I was in math class – Mrs. Harwood to be exact, and a message came for me to go to the front of the office. Mrs. Harwood looked at me and she knew what it was for; it meant the Make-A-Wish trip was now! I packed my backpack and headed out. When we got home my mom said she had packed my bags already (she forgot my underwear, thanks mom) and a limo would be at the house shortly. Everyone was quite excited to get away and see some family and friends back in Indiana. The people from MAW were so nice. We headed to Sarasota Airport and boarded the flight. We arrived in Chicago about 8pm and checked into the Marriott Hotel. The hotel was amazing!

The next day we went to the Chicago Bulls practice before their game with the Charlotte Hornets. Ricky got his photo with the cheerleaders -he turned red.

We went back to the entry of the locker room for the Bulls. I didn’t know what to expect or who we were meeting at all. I’ve always been a huge sports fan though! Scottie Pippen then came out of the locker room – the most down to earth guy in the world! He gave Ricky a Chicago Bulls bag with goodies and signed a pair of his own shoes, hats, towels, anything basically. We then took photos with Scottie and headed to our seats for the game.

Ricky fell ill near the end of the game, so we left early to the hotel. Our family and friends got to attend a Dave and Busters night with us as well. Our last day, we went back to Indiana to visit more family and friends. Everyone knew this would be the last time they’d see Ricky, but never said a word about it and didn’t act differently at all. It was nice to have a normal evening with everyone.

We flew back to Florida and I went back to school. Spring Break was right around the corner and I was excited to spend it with friends and get out of the house. Ricky started to get worse with pain and barely eating. The news channel came to our house to interview Ricky one day. He mostly stayed in his room in bed. There were times in the middle of the night I’d hear him awake and I’d go check on him. One night we stayed up real late watching t.v. Ricky had never talked about him being sick or what was going to happen. He then asked me that night what I thought about all of this happening. I just said it’s sad and I don’t want to think about it. They ended up moving his bed to the living room and Hospice started coming in to give him shots and to check on him. The Hospice nurse ended up being my friend Jesse’s mom.

Spring Break started and I spent my days playing basketball or riding my bike with friends around town – the normal kid stuff. My parents told me one night that my hamster had died – I had a million hamsters when I was little; some were quite crazy and adventurous. Pastor Steve came over that same night my hamster died and we sat down at the dinner table with him and he said, “You need to tell Ricky goodbye.” He thought maybe Ricky was hanging on because we weren’t telling him it was Ok to go…I never told him it was ok to go.

Friday, April 4th – I was heading out the door that morning to the Fire Station where they had most of the spring break kids in the area hanging out to play games. When I walked passed Ricky’s bed, he asked me to take his socks off, so I did. I told him bye and I’d see him later. I left for the day and came home close to dinner time. I sat down on the couch to watch some t.v. – right across from Ricky’s bed. Twinkie went running into my room and wouldn’t come out from underneath the bed. My parents went into their bedroom. I turned on Home Improvement-I was in love with JTT and had his photos all over my bedroom wall – don’t judge. It was the episode where JTT might have thyroid cancer. Ricky and I talked and laughed about some stuff because our mom started having thyroid issues when I was born – I’m such a pain!

April 4th, 7pm – My mom came out to check on Ricky. I was still sitting on the couch watching tv. Another episode of Home Improvement was about to come on. I watched my mom lean over and say, “Ricky”. He didn’t make a sound. I knew it had happened, but for some reason I just sat there calm and watched her. She said his name again, still nothing. She then yelled for my dad and said, “It’s happened”. She was crying and screaming. I still couldn’t move. A neighbor came over and took me into my parents room. I can’t remember if I was crying or not. The neighbor insisted we play a game to keep my mind off of everything. I walked out into the living as they were wheeling Ricky’s body out. I ended up staying at my grandmothers that night, who lived down the road. I hated being away from my mom. I knew she was heartbroken and I just wanted to help her and make it all better.

My Grandma and I stayed up all night. We laid in her bed and I just asked her questions. I asked her if Ricky was watching now and she said I promise you he is. I told her I just want him to watch mom. I went home the next day and arrangements were being made for family to come in. The funeral was set for Tuesday. Aunt Shelly and Uncle Robby from Colorado flew in and so did my Aunt Sharon from Texas. My mom came into my room one night and said that Ricky would be in a casket at the church and we’d be able to see him and it would be ok.

Tuesday, April 8th – I got dressed for the funeral and went to go get Aunt Shelly and Uncle Robby. Uncle Robby drove us to the church. My Grandma and Aunt Sharon drove separately. My mom, dad and I sat in the back of the car. I wasn’t sad; I was nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. This was the first funeral I had ever been to. We got into the turn lane to pull into the church and I saw the hearse parked out front. Uncle Robby stopped the car right next to the hearse so we could get out. When we got to the entrance of the church, a couple of men from the funeral home asked my parents if we wanted some alone time first. They insisted we go in first for a little bit then the rest of the family and friends will come in after we are done. I remember looking into the church and I could see the casket, but not Ricky.

We walked down the aisle of the church and it finally hit me, Ricky was gone. I didn’t want to walk any further. We got up to his casket and I just cried my eyes out. I tried so hard to hold it in. My mom gave me a yellow rose to put on him. Ricky gave my mom yellow roses when I was born. I felt like I was going to fall on my knees and pass out. Family and friends then came in and Aunt Shelly sat next to me. I couldn’t stop crying. I remember not wanting to look at anyone – all I could focus on was Ricky laying in front of us. A couple of my teachers came to the service and gave me a stack of cards that my entire 6th grade class had made me. I read some of them while I was sitting there. I still have them in a box to this day. The funeral seemed to last forever. I couldn’t pay attention to what Pastor Steve said at all because I was just watching Ricky. Alabama’s “Angels Amoung Us” was played and so was Kevin Sharp’s “Nobody Knows”. Kevin Sharp sent Ricky an autograph photo and even had the same type of cancer as Ricky. The funeral was about to end and the Pastor gave Ricky’s last words to us. I remember him saying something to Chucke, who was Ricky’s best friend. Pastor Steve then said my name, but I couldn’t focus. All I remember is something about staying in school and going to college – btw – Check! Ricky wanted my mom to know he loved her so much and he wished he could take her with him. That is when I started to sob.

The funeral director asked if we wanted to leave the casket opened after service and my parents said to close it. Deep down I didn’t want that. I knew that would be it. They moved the casket to the hearse and we walked out of the church.

It was over – just like that. It was the fastest year of my life. He died a month before his birthday. The cancer got him in less than a year. I didn’t understand a lot of it when I was little, but  as I got older I became more interested medicine. When I went college I started to volunteer for organizations who help with families that go through this – Give Kids the World at Disney, Ronald McDonald House, and the Make-A-Wish Foundation. Working with these groups helped me overcome the sadness I felt. I didn’t hate God. I just didn’t understand why.

Everyday I wonder what Ricky would be doing now. Would he be married, have kids, live in Florida still, what if he never had cancer? Then I wonder would I still be in Florida, would I have become a volunteer, would I have helped other families going through the same thing we did? I probably would because I love helping people, but I wouldn’t have the personal experience that others don’t.

There is no doubt I miss Ricky. I miss the trips we went on when we were little, the bike rides, racing each other, him helping me, picking on me, and being the annoying brother he was. He will always be a part of me and I will never ever forget the memories we made. Thank you for making me a strong willed person today and showing me what it means to live life to the fullest.

RIP Ricky…I love you and I miss you so dang much.

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This was just a short summary of what happened in my life in 1996-1997. I left a lot out that I’d like to keep to myself because believe it or not, I’m a private person. For those of you who have gone through something similar, stay strong. It never gets easier like they say.