We had an appointment this afternoon with Dr. Gentry to go over the results of my last MRI. I had went into the appointment already upset because I had already been told that the results weren't very good, however they weren't what I was told.
Dr. Gentry said that the fibroid has shrunk some, but not much at all, but the blood flow had stopped so that was good. He said surgery is definitely needed to get rid of the fibroid otherwise we will never get pregnant.
He offered us another option in place of him doing the surgery here in Evansville like I had in 2008. He has a friend up at IU Medical that he wants to ask if she'll do a robotic myomectomy on me. Basically the same surgery, just using a robot and a couple small incisions with a shorter recovery time. He's going to ask the doctor to do it, and as long as she is OK with it, and everything pans out with my insurance, I'll be having surgery in June.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Outstanding Performance Award
Shawn has won one of the two Outstanding Performance Awards that WOW awards its employee's with twice a year! What an honor!
He went out to lunch the other day with Ryan, his boss, and Matt, the new VP of Operations over the Evansville Region. He wasn't really sure why they were taking him to lunch, but he thought it was because of an error in a sales contest that he found to his favor. Turns out it was to let him know that he had won this award and to tell him about the benefits of it! His boss Ryan had wrote a letter nominating him, and over lunch, Matt read the letter and Ryan took a video of him while Matt was reading it to him. I can only imagine the look on Shawn's face! I'm sure he was honored!
After they told Shawn all about it, they wanted him to call and tell me all about it. The awards ceremony is in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida at a really nice resort called the Lago Mar. The trip is an all expenses paid trip for two that includes round trip airfare out of Evansville, rental car, 3 days and 4 nights at the Lago Mar resort, $450 in hotel credit (half of that can be used at the spa :)), and $500 cash! There is an awards banquet the first night there and the rest of the time is free time.
Then I asked him when it was. He said next month. My heart deflated! Are you kidding me? I work at an accounting firm. Next month is April. You know...April 15. Taxes are due! We aren't allowed to take any vacation days from December 15 through May 15. It's like the forbidden sin! Well it used to be like the forbidden sin. In the last year or two, they've put in place a new rule that if your work schedule permits and you get it approved by your supervisor, that you can take some time off, but honestly I've only heard of one or two people actually doing it. So I thought, well if it's after April 15, then I'll ask to go. Then he told me the dates....April 11-14. My heart was definitely deflated! I immediately told him I wouldn't be able to go. I was sad for him and sad for me! I wasn't even going to attempt to ask. We even talked about other people that he could possibly ask to go with him in my place. Then I thought well, I'm at least going to ask, all they can say is no. If I didn't ask I knew I would regret it. I drafted up an email to my boss Lisa and our boss Rod. I even talked about it with another co-worker. Then Saturday right before we left work, my boss, and friend Lisa, asked when were the dates again. I told her. She told me that if I wanted to go, and Rod said it was OK too, that I could, that we would be fine and that she would want to go if it were her situation. I couldn't believe it! Thank you Jesus for answered prayer! I immediately emailed Rod and told him about the situation and asked if I could go and told him we could talk about it more on Monday if he wanted too. I had told them both that I could come in the Sunday before we left, and that I would definitely work late on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday before we left too. I checked my work email from home a couple times over the weekend to see if he had replied to my email. Then Monday morning I got an email from him. I was afraid to open it, but when I did, I was so excited!! He said that if Lisa was fine with it, he was too and told me to have a great, relaxing time and to congratulate Shawn! I.WAS.STOKED! What a blessing!!
So I'm looking forward to the morning of April 11 when we board that plane for sunny, Florida!
He went out to lunch the other day with Ryan, his boss, and Matt, the new VP of Operations over the Evansville Region. He wasn't really sure why they were taking him to lunch, but he thought it was because of an error in a sales contest that he found to his favor. Turns out it was to let him know that he had won this award and to tell him about the benefits of it! His boss Ryan had wrote a letter nominating him, and over lunch, Matt read the letter and Ryan took a video of him while Matt was reading it to him. I can only imagine the look on Shawn's face! I'm sure he was honored!
After they told Shawn all about it, they wanted him to call and tell me all about it. The awards ceremony is in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida at a really nice resort called the Lago Mar. The trip is an all expenses paid trip for two that includes round trip airfare out of Evansville, rental car, 3 days and 4 nights at the Lago Mar resort, $450 in hotel credit (half of that can be used at the spa :)), and $500 cash! There is an awards banquet the first night there and the rest of the time is free time.
Then I asked him when it was. He said next month. My heart deflated! Are you kidding me? I work at an accounting firm. Next month is April. You know...April 15. Taxes are due! We aren't allowed to take any vacation days from December 15 through May 15. It's like the forbidden sin! Well it used to be like the forbidden sin. In the last year or two, they've put in place a new rule that if your work schedule permits and you get it approved by your supervisor, that you can take some time off, but honestly I've only heard of one or two people actually doing it. So I thought, well if it's after April 15, then I'll ask to go. Then he told me the dates....April 11-14. My heart was definitely deflated! I immediately told him I wouldn't be able to go. I was sad for him and sad for me! I wasn't even going to attempt to ask. We even talked about other people that he could possibly ask to go with him in my place. Then I thought well, I'm at least going to ask, all they can say is no. If I didn't ask I knew I would regret it. I drafted up an email to my boss Lisa and our boss Rod. I even talked about it with another co-worker. Then Saturday right before we left work, my boss, and friend Lisa, asked when were the dates again. I told her. She told me that if I wanted to go, and Rod said it was OK too, that I could, that we would be fine and that she would want to go if it were her situation. I couldn't believe it! Thank you Jesus for answered prayer! I immediately emailed Rod and told him about the situation and asked if I could go and told him we could talk about it more on Monday if he wanted too. I had told them both that I could come in the Sunday before we left, and that I would definitely work late on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday before we left too. I checked my work email from home a couple times over the weekend to see if he had replied to my email. Then Monday morning I got an email from him. I was afraid to open it, but when I did, I was so excited!! He said that if Lisa was fine with it, he was too and told me to have a great, relaxing time and to congratulate Shawn! I.WAS.STOKED! What a blessing!!
So I'm looking forward to the morning of April 11 when we board that plane for sunny, Florida!
Bye, bye stinky old chair!
Shawn and I have been wanting to get a new recliner for a while now. The current one is about 6 years ago and to say it was worn out for us would be an understatement. I finally gave in and told him he could get this new one that he wanted from hhgreg. It's a nice big brown leather power recliner with dual cup holders built in the arms.
Here is a picture of the old recliner. You can see where Shawn's stinky hair gel head always was!
Shawn and Uncle Dave unpacking the chair...
....and Shawn on the work phone....the entire time me and Uncle Dave finished putting the chair together... :/
Monday, March 4, 2013
Happy Birthday Momma
Happy Birthday Momma....even though you are old as dinosaur bones!!!
Last Friday was my momma's birthday. We went out to eat to celebrate her birthday. Her brother, my Uncle Dave, had his birthday on Thursday so we were celebrating his birthday too! It was originally going to be me, Shawn, mom and Gavin. Then I invited my Uncle Dave. Then he called me back and said that his daughter Hope was coming and that he mentioned it to Uncle Bill and he wanted to come. Then Uncle Bill called me and said that he was bringing his wife Joyce. Then when they showed up they had Bethie with them too :) We all met at the Briarpatch Restaurant in Owensboro, Kentucky at 7:00 p .m. on Friday and had a GREAT time!
I bought a cake from Schnucks in Newburgh and they exceeded what I had expected when I ordered it! Gavin is always saying that Uncle Popeye is old as dinosaur bones so it's kind of a funny saying with our family. I thought this cake was appropriate for momma and Uncle Dave!
Our server did an awesome job waiting on us! When we were ready for cake he brought plates and a cake cutter without me asking, which was extremely thoughtful of him, however I had already bought birthday plates and napkins and brought them with me. He also brought out three candles...one for momma, one for Uncle Dave and one for Gavin!
Uncle Dave bought momma a big Paula Dean stockpot. I bought her this set of cookware a couple years ago for her birthday. Her set is in this blue speckle color. Uncle Dave has the red set and has this pot at his house and mom mentioned to him that she wanted one.
Uncle Dave and momma
Momma, Uncle Bill, and Uncle Dave
Gavin took this picture of his pretty momma...He did a GREAT job!
The only picture of Shawn of the evening.....the look of disgust after paying the bill for the birthday dinners! Hee!! Love you Pumpkin!! Thanks for buying!
Sunday, March 3, 2013
TTC: Another MRI :(
Last Friday I had to have another MRI done. While this is not a painful thing to have done, I can tell you it gave me some anxiety issues starting the night before. I was up and down all night thinking about having it done and how uncomfortable it is for me. I had to keep praying about and asking God to help me calm my nerves and that everything would be OK.
Going into the MRI, I expected everything to be exactly like it was the last time.
Let me back track to that experience. We got to the place where I was to have the MRI. When they called me back, Shawn went back with me and waited in a little waiting room right out the MRI room. I changed from my street clothes into a hospital gown and left all of my belongings in a little locked room and Shawn had the key. I got on the table, they turned on music, and into the machine I went. The music was WIKY and was nothing but commercials :( That made for a long, long, long 45 minutes! I also had some back pain from laying there for so long.
Fast forward to Friday's MRI. The lady called me back, so Shawn got up to go with me. She told him, you can just wait out here in this lobby. What? Why can't he come back with me? So he waited out there and I went back to the MRI. She opened the door to the little room and I put my purse and bag in there and then she shut and locked the door and told me to come on back for the scan. I'm thinking "What? Aren't I going to need to change in there too?" I'm still in my work clothes, bra, shoes, earrings, long sleeve sweater and all and she says to climb on up on the table. I ask her, don't I need to change and take all this stuff off? She said no, you are fine. I immediately ask for a pillow or something for the arch of my back cause last time my back/hip area hurt really bad after laying there for so long. She can't use a pillow, but she gives me these two little wedges. Yeah, those are gonna help. NOT! And I tell her that I don't want WIKY on the headphones and ask her if she can play KLOVE. She said no, it's the radio so I can only get a few channels. She tells me what they have and I opt for 99.5, country music. I'm not sure why she can't get KLOVE, but whatever. I ask her if I need to take my long sleeve sweater off cause I know she's going to need to inject that dye into my vein later in the scan. She said not really, you can just pull the sleeve up. Um, no thank you; I hate fat sleeves at the wrist, so I took my sweater off and handed it to her. I climb up on the table and feel really weird with all that stuff on but she's the expert in this field, not me. I ask if I can take my shoes off - my feet feel heavy laying there with shoes on. So she takes them off of me and kind of flings them across me. Weird. Then I lay down and she puts the board over my pelvic area and straps me in. She starts putting me in the machine and I get almost all the way in and I start freaking out again. This might be TMI for some right here...I guess laying there with my bra on and since I have such big boobs, I felt like they were up in my throat and I was feeling suffocated, especially since she still had to put those headphone things on me in that area too. I asked her to please, please, please pull me out. I asked if I could please take my bra off. Here's another TMI for some....I figured once I took the bra off, those babies would kind of flop down to the side some. She pulled me out, I sat up, and then had to work through the three layers of shirts I had on to undo my bra in the back and pull it out through all those clothes. So I laid back down and she had to strap me back to the board and into the scan I went. Awww, much, much better! She starts the music and the scan. The whole time I'm laying there, I'm thinking Lord, please let this go fast, I'm praying, I'm singing, and I'm coughing. I'm doing everything I can to take my mind off the scan, yet still lay still. Great, the radio is doing a telethon for St. Jude's. There is hardly any music and lots of sad stories. I'm miserable! The one thing I DID like about this lady was she would tell me right before each scan/picture how long it was going to be....this scan will be 2 minutes, this next one will be 4 minutes, etc. and she would buzz in and ask if I was OK. When I heard them say "this next one will be 2 minutes then we'll pull you out for a break to put the dye in and then you'll have 10 minutes left", I felt SUCH RELIEF! I also had them change the radio channel at this point too. I asked earlier in the scan, but I don't know if she didn't hear me or couldn't come in the room. After it was over, I got up, gathered my sweater, shoes and bra and apologized 300 times for everything. She let me in the little locked room, I got dressed, and then headed to the bathroom to re-fix my hair and put on my makeup so I could head to work.
Needless to say, I'm not a fan of those MRI and so glad I'm not claustrophobic cause I'm sure it would be ten times worse!! And I hope I never have to have another one again!
Going into the MRI, I expected everything to be exactly like it was the last time.
Let me back track to that experience. We got to the place where I was to have the MRI. When they called me back, Shawn went back with me and waited in a little waiting room right out the MRI room. I changed from my street clothes into a hospital gown and left all of my belongings in a little locked room and Shawn had the key. I got on the table, they turned on music, and into the machine I went. The music was WIKY and was nothing but commercials :( That made for a long, long, long 45 minutes! I also had some back pain from laying there for so long.
Fast forward to Friday's MRI. The lady called me back, so Shawn got up to go with me. She told him, you can just wait out here in this lobby. What? Why can't he come back with me? So he waited out there and I went back to the MRI. She opened the door to the little room and I put my purse and bag in there and then she shut and locked the door and told me to come on back for the scan. I'm thinking "What? Aren't I going to need to change in there too?" I'm still in my work clothes, bra, shoes, earrings, long sleeve sweater and all and she says to climb on up on the table. I ask her, don't I need to change and take all this stuff off? She said no, you are fine. I immediately ask for a pillow or something for the arch of my back cause last time my back/hip area hurt really bad after laying there for so long. She can't use a pillow, but she gives me these two little wedges. Yeah, those are gonna help. NOT! And I tell her that I don't want WIKY on the headphones and ask her if she can play KLOVE. She said no, it's the radio so I can only get a few channels. She tells me what they have and I opt for 99.5, country music. I'm not sure why she can't get KLOVE, but whatever. I ask her if I need to take my long sleeve sweater off cause I know she's going to need to inject that dye into my vein later in the scan. She said not really, you can just pull the sleeve up. Um, no thank you; I hate fat sleeves at the wrist, so I took my sweater off and handed it to her. I climb up on the table and feel really weird with all that stuff on but she's the expert in this field, not me. I ask if I can take my shoes off - my feet feel heavy laying there with shoes on. So she takes them off of me and kind of flings them across me. Weird. Then I lay down and she puts the board over my pelvic area and straps me in. She starts putting me in the machine and I get almost all the way in and I start freaking out again. This might be TMI for some right here...I guess laying there with my bra on and since I have such big boobs, I felt like they were up in my throat and I was feeling suffocated, especially since she still had to put those headphone things on me in that area too. I asked her to please, please, please pull me out. I asked if I could please take my bra off. Here's another TMI for some....I figured once I took the bra off, those babies would kind of flop down to the side some. She pulled me out, I sat up, and then had to work through the three layers of shirts I had on to undo my bra in the back and pull it out through all those clothes. So I laid back down and she had to strap me back to the board and into the scan I went. Awww, much, much better! She starts the music and the scan. The whole time I'm laying there, I'm thinking Lord, please let this go fast, I'm praying, I'm singing, and I'm coughing. I'm doing everything I can to take my mind off the scan, yet still lay still. Great, the radio is doing a telethon for St. Jude's. There is hardly any music and lots of sad stories. I'm miserable! The one thing I DID like about this lady was she would tell me right before each scan/picture how long it was going to be....this scan will be 2 minutes, this next one will be 4 minutes, etc. and she would buzz in and ask if I was OK. When I heard them say "this next one will be 2 minutes then we'll pull you out for a break to put the dye in and then you'll have 10 minutes left", I felt SUCH RELIEF! I also had them change the radio channel at this point too. I asked earlier in the scan, but I don't know if she didn't hear me or couldn't come in the room. After it was over, I got up, gathered my sweater, shoes and bra and apologized 300 times for everything. She let me in the little locked room, I got dressed, and then headed to the bathroom to re-fix my hair and put on my makeup so I could head to work.
Needless to say, I'm not a fan of those MRI and so glad I'm not claustrophobic cause I'm sure it would be ten times worse!! And I hope I never have to have another one again!
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