We really need to pay more attention to this blog.
Since I have deleted my FaceBook account, which I used mainly for keeping in touch with family, I have had no outlet for posting “updates”.
So here goes… our last post highlighted Matteo’s transition into the Catholic faith as he willingly accepted First Holy Communion. Aside from the important spiritual significance of this step, I couldn’t help but focus on the one person in that photo who is no longer here to share our experiences.
Grandma Dot, someone I cherished more that I can say, passed away after a short battle with liver cancer. This woman faced her illness with the same tenacity, grace and beauty that she brought to her life. Diagnosed in June 2017, she passed on October 31, 2017. Yes, she chose Halloween to die. Need I say more?!?!? GDot: I miss you more than words can say. I think of you every day. I want to send you a text to say “Hi”, to invite you to join me for our usual lunch or dinner, or to tell you about the crazy stuff that is going on at work.
This photo was taken just after her diagnosis at her celebration of life party.
Christopher and Matteo started 6th and 4th grade, respectively. Shit. We have a middle schooler. I have no idea how that happened.
The boys look so much older in these photos.
Mike, the boys and I met in Philadelphia last weekend—when I say we met there, I must clarify that I had been on a business trip that ended in Philadelphia. We were there to join the Methlie family in what has become the annual Alzheimer’s Walk celebrating the life of my mother-in-law, Patricia Methlie, who lost her battle in May 2015.
Mike and the boys headed back home on Monday, while I headed out to Atlanta for work. When they got home, they noticed that Bailey wasn’t himself. He seemed very lethargic and was urinating outside his box. Shit. He is a 15-year-old Burmese—lifespans are generally 12 to 15. We had just had an echo performed in Sept. and started him on Plavix due to an enlarged left atrium (LA) and a newly discovers defect in his left ventricle that was probably there from birth. With this combination, the vet encouraged Plavix to mitigate the risk of clots. So we started him on Plavix. Fast forward, I was now wondering if he was having an adverse drug reaction, or worse, was showing signs of advanced diabetes. I returned home on Tuesday night, and once I saw his condition, Mike and I decided to rush him to the vet in the morning. The vet confirmed our fears—we had a very sick cat. The plan: labs, x-Ray and then other tests, if needed. As the lab tech was attempting to draw blood, our beloved Bailey went into cardiac arrest. They attempted to resuscitate him, but were not successful. Bailey passed away on Nov. 14, 2018. It’s crazy. Just the week prior, he seemed absolutely fine…
In much happier news, the boys and I ran the 2018 SF Giant Race in September. They boys have run 5K races before, but this was their first 10K! You guys rock!
I am happy to report that this road road warrior has taken Thanksgiving off from work/travel to be at home with my family.
More to come…