Rocking the MRI at 5.0!

Can you beleive it? Just as DD1 gets about halfway through her urgent MRI, the earthquake hits! Poor thing was stuck in the MRI rocking and shaking, like a kid wildly waving a hotdog in a bun! Scared the crap out of her, and she said it was quite an ordeal to un-hook the leads and IV's to get her outside to the waiting room. Still she was impressed with the staff as they quickly, calmly and precisely shut down the machine and assisted her in vacating the area. She was still shaking later that evening as she recounted the event.

Hodgkins, Pulmonary hypertension - Just a walk in the park compared to this! Definitely a story for the cocktail crowd! We are going to design her a T-shirt that says "I am a MRIES 5.0" - Magnetic Resonance Imaging Earthquake Survivor 5.0" - beat that if you can!

Knit on.....

ps. 06.27.10 - Sanna, bless her, asked if DD1 was ok, as in not injured during her earthquake ordeal. Thankfully, yes DD1 was just fine, well shaken, but not stirred!! No mumps or bruises from the earthquake - indeed we had very few and only minor injuries in the Capital City, remarkable considering we were the highest shake on record on the earthquake scale that day! However, as if the MRI incident wasn't enough, poor DD1 did crack her bald little head on the counter when her walker got stuck in the kitchen and she bent down to unhinge herself, so she is sprouting a lovely gash on a very bruised noggin after all! What a week!

Steady as she goes....

DD1 is holding steady while we wait on an MRI - urgent ridiculous date. We expect a revised date, one much sooner, any minute now. She still can't walk more than 5meters without resting in on her walker seat, and so walkers and wheelchairs are part of our home decor, just for the time being, I hope...

In the mean time we have hired a dear friends daughter, who is a nurse on maternity leave waiting on their first baby, to spend 3 hours a day with DD1, and make lunch and drive to appointments, help DD1 in whatever way she can, understanding that bigbaby belly may pose the odd predicament! It is working out super well, and DD1 seems non-plussed about me no longer being there 24/7. A very good thing.

So Purl and I have been getting out and about, gaining more and more confidence with each ride. Last week I did my first on road run with Coach Peter (did I tell you that?), and this weekend was another 3 hour run with a nieghbor who sportingly accompanied me.

But this evening, I went solo! Yup - just me and Purl, hitting the road, out for an evening tour. Fabulous!  Not one stall tonight - quite a feat if you knew how much Purls throttle and I argue every ride! But not tonight. Tonight was leasurely, down winding roads with little or no traffic, just like in the movies. The perfect respite from my daily grind, just like it was suposed to be, just like all my biker friends said it would be. It was awesome!

Knit on....

she who is Mom....

She who is Mom has arrived. My Mom that is. THE Mom. Or, since we have an aging cat who this thinks my daughter is his Mother and I am the Gramma, she who is my Mom is affectionately known as the Big Gramma (in deference to her petite figure!).

I decided that after two years of DD1 having her Mom , me, for support, I finally needed my Mom for some of the same, and so she who is Mom, came, still driving her own car at 78 years old (we think she is 78 'cause she won't actually tell us how old she is - and she is still a whizz behind the wheel!) all the way from north of the GTA, about 6 hours driving time.

She arrived with 9, yes 9, boxed of baked goods from the local Erin Bakery; cookies, honey-glazed donuts, tarts, brownies, squares, danish, chelsea bun, and bread. O.M.G. heaven arrived in white paper boxes.

These are the delectables of my childhood, the treats I grew up with, the comfort food I crave; these are the joyous sweets I made sure to introduce my children too, and it is the comfort food they desire in times of uncertainty too.

DD1 sent the Big Gramma an e-mail asking for her to bring a few treats, and wow did she deliver! To save us all from certain un-seemly acts of wonton gorging, I promptly froze many of these delectables for the future. Still the honey glazed donuts must, simply must, be eaten the day they are made or they are wasted, and so those were demolished upon arrival. The danish made it to the the next morning for breakfast, and the cookies were shared with friends and family for Sunday dinner.desert and over the last few days.

Since Sunday we have eaten our way through every baked good type known to man-kind and my stomach aches after every meal, and I am on the verge of destroying a years worth of careful eating and a hard lost 30+ pounds.But the smiles on ours faces are worth everysweet bite.

Sometimes it's really good to have your Mom with you. I am glad she's here and not just for the baked goods!

Knit on....

p.s. She who is Mom, or Big Gramma, is actually going to be 80 later this year - we wrangled the truth this trip - can you believe it?? Wow!! Amazing!!!

Just hanging around home for a change...

DD1 is finally home, and although it is without a doubt very challenging (she can only walk a few meters at a time, and the stairs are killer, almost literally!) we are so glad to get her back. For now we will take it one day at a timw, with just a whole lotta just hanging out going on here.

Knit on....