tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41930054853917643152024-03-14T04:23:41.282-06:00Heart 2 Heart 4 EmilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-58900305636835529212010-09-19T20:34:00.003-06:002010-09-19T20:59:54.105-06:00Memorial Bench Installed<div>This bench was installed over the weekend in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pinebrook</span> at the top of Jekyll and Hyde trail. A group of Emily's friends and family will gather at the bench next Sunday, September 26t<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">h</span> at 11AM. I plan to start from our house at 10AM to give me extra time hiking with the boys. I hope to see you there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Special thanks to Carl <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Skylling</span> who reconditioned the chair and the install crew (Ben, Tait, and Brian) who got it up there.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHsm3SsktiXARDoWfV8lkSPm-B8dsE2hXfABOEAKoCR5DBU6hdNk7jsmYkkZXwDipK_vm9WGIxHEd9bRy3Mvq7sONftDhU4hcpsMoKmVAOOw0X-Fd913NUKCkahvwvK5vGF3pskerzwaOP/s1600/ChairBenchInstall2010+069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHsm3SsktiXARDoWfV8lkSPm-B8dsE2hXfABOEAKoCR5DBU6hdNk7jsmYkkZXwDipK_vm9WGIxHEd9bRy3Mvq7sONftDhU4hcpsMoKmVAOOw0X-Fd913NUKCkahvwvK5vGF3pskerzwaOP/s320/ChairBenchInstall2010+069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518819438710619570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzP1-wRGBPNBXKRccv3visHUvhZQKjm-3b2Ry99iV_rDogzs_TezlWkkQdxcBvO1jSiVXyHkeLWVCgd7_xqSqF-HQTlM-TlqXl8N4ydh-GH1pxO2-BaH8A4_rNrwEznKlurqo8k7DJPIT7/s1600/ChairBenchInstall2010+067.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzP1-wRGBPNBXKRccv3visHUvhZQKjm-3b2Ry99iV_rDogzs_TezlWkkQdxcBvO1jSiVXyHkeLWVCgd7_xqSqF-HQTlM-TlqXl8N4ydh-GH1pxO2-BaH8A4_rNrwEznKlurqo8k7DJPIT7/s320/ChairBenchInstall2010+067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518818901513112946" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-38066035953489469162010-08-27T14:43:00.003-06:002010-08-27T15:01:00.730-06:00Emily's Birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnXu58VcJm6bKPpy3KPe9Ux77vuMlKZkiBNmCYeiCHCu-1pyyfoByMepNTgFvcMYi-cHr18lkzBHO39lrhNo1XAYFN2kHAQ7_13BT8SUZKZg7lMTN1jsq8W3UZuqWLdjQyHssGjqSa7HA/s1600/IMG00111.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnXu58VcJm6bKPpy3KPe9Ux77vuMlKZkiBNmCYeiCHCu-1pyyfoByMepNTgFvcMYi-cHr18lkzBHO39lrhNo1XAYFN2kHAQ7_13BT8SUZKZg7lMTN1jsq8W3UZuqWLdjQyHssGjqSa7HA/s320/IMG00111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510196430869137554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Last night on top of 9990' looking at Emily's flag. Hopefully it will still be there this winter when you hike up and ski the crest. You will have a chance to say hi too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>On August 13th the boys and I did nothing for Emily's birthday. In fact, they did not realize it was on that day. Liam did talk about her more that day which I thought was unusual. However, we did have a visitor. <div>That day a black butterfly got into the house and was flying around the living room. We have a lot of butterflies in the yard but one has never been in the house. The boy liked seeing it fly around and would acknowledge its presents now and then during the day to Allie or me. </div><div>When I was going to bed I notice it had made its way up to my bedroom and I went to sleep.</div><div>The boys came up early the next morning to wake me up and Liam said the butterfly is dead. In fact, it had died that night and was lying on the floor at the door to my room. </div><div><br /></div><div>Appreciate everyday and the true friends you have in it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love, Pete, Mason, and Liam</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-6543836085414599042010-06-28T21:24:00.003-06:002010-06-28T21:40:52.909-06:00Mason lost his first tooth last Friday!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk065wwSCPKgqiZOKIlgnEjnMH5ze6cv8SNRkp3ZkdkpyZa8MkUI1HYc41BJFAmC_n8rnO9T8eedpSAjeAxjcqG4u8zZeCvLtopeHh1j6VRWor9Zq0ULFrXLdNmavJbZAO5cG_GLurkP5o/s1600/latejune2010+013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk065wwSCPKgqiZOKIlgnEjnMH5ze6cv8SNRkp3ZkdkpyZa8MkUI1HYc41BJFAmC_n8rnO9T8eedpSAjeAxjcqG4u8zZeCvLtopeHh1j6VRWor9Zq0ULFrXLdNmavJbZAO5cG_GLurkP5o/s320/latejune2010+013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488032005311035778" /></a>Mason lost a tooth and is comfortable swimming in the deep end of the pool. More milestones that Emily would have celebrated hardily. Sadly she it not here and the three of us miss her so much. The three of us grieve everyday and sometime cannot make sense of our loss.<div>Last week was really, really hard because I needed my support system of 19 years so much. I wept a lot and did the best I knew how. Thank you Melissa, Sarah, and Allie.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">xo</span>, Pete, Mason, & Liam</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-39439436602386314682010-05-09T21:12:00.008-06:002010-05-09T21:39:21.337-06:00Mason gives his Mama her card and the boys each plant a tree.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRZuoxSrC1yYmJouDQp1U3K7ZvTPgY1dll_7jFx4iOHqZ-PMTcSGzDvh3K4-YfF2bHvwi3XVQHvr8uB-pPHwq2s48OVf49YE3_Y3hjwU_fbHiSIhozhllIvAicSNm2QlyBM-dllIapFmK/s1600/May2010+013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRRZuoxSrC1yYmJouDQp1U3K7ZvTPgY1dll_7jFx4iOHqZ-PMTcSGzDvh3K4-YfF2bHvwi3XVQHvr8uB-pPHwq2s48OVf49YE3_Y3hjwU_fbHiSIhozhllIvAicSNm2QlyBM-dllIapFmK/s320/May2010+013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469477977456206146" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Liam's plants a blue spruce out back.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBko9LDijug2ksjaf9_lj3oQ3eIyZtA6clPayXRpu6u_MoSJyVjOXYYVNkt-dB1IcJVCmRaZ8qk0LTTu_cg07-u75jK7UOPr7IaQZWXschY7_YGmUo1IqJTwBu2i0QJPNBrCTlLXxFoLJ/s1600/May2010+014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBko9LDijug2ksjaf9_lj3oQ3eIyZtA6clPayXRpu6u_MoSJyVjOXYYVNkt-dB1IcJVCmRaZ8qk0LTTu_cg07-u75jK7UOPr7IaQZWXschY7_YGmUo1IqJTwBu2i0QJPNBrCTlLXxFoLJ/s320/May2010+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469477631400904066" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Mason does too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-vwzHGdkce35r3n1rDMZllHceQGn10mnzPFon7lUKwNa2U3swKx-PiH-0qwzwqEp75mCxCtwvQ8f7RkMJcRJ9EMyUU5j0RVQseL1ef0qnJJhfl68JZk-vvcXird_QnkeWLKH7nP2oBby/s1600/May2010+022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-vwzHGdkce35r3n1rDMZllHceQGn10mnzPFon7lUKwNa2U3swKx-PiH-0qwzwqEp75mCxCtwvQ8f7RkMJcRJ9EMyUU5j0RVQseL1ef0qnJJhfl68JZk-vvcXird_QnkeWLKH7nP2oBby/s320/May2010+022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469477222728115026" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Stop at Smith's for more balloons and snacks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5frqqpDwgfQKyNGIJUabonMJpgXJg59eslyG_nLsdGOqCeHM9YvYuDpznrlxd61wIzaG1oe4BqWWRBdKLBOJrC4KQXElduJAvOMjrDmac8ptiFv9gHDqqKC9sYYx82Y6Xtd1erExOxYBs/s1600/May2010+029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5frqqpDwgfQKyNGIJUabonMJpgXJg59eslyG_nLsdGOqCeHM9YvYuDpznrlxd61wIzaG1oe4BqWWRBdKLBOJrC4KQXElduJAvOMjrDmac8ptiFv9gHDqqKC9sYYx82Y6Xtd1erExOxYBs/s320/May2010+029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469476702304709922" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Mason holds up the card he made for Emily.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2H3bDOnPdoIsA5rpM0px9BwNe-l4ZSHbGYWK7RA7hErS1I8gTgvvapNiYoPq8W4n6yW6MvGlc8DH9AI9A7YP7ELB1uxZxrvIYxIpQebzmK5CUTdFOWxXbE7mFAHMGUow2ec_80IrmrpLu/s1600/May2010+037.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2H3bDOnPdoIsA5rpM0px9BwNe-l4ZSHbGYWK7RA7hErS1I8gTgvvapNiYoPq8W4n6yW6MvGlc8DH9AI9A7YP7ELB1uxZxrvIYxIpQebzmK5CUTdFOWxXbE7mFAHMGUow2ec_80IrmrpLu/s320/May2010+037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469476308460553122" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Two balloons wasn't enough for the big card.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-n1ZR74kTDPPedNU4lD-szFLqylZIrER99bTHgZ31DkZuGBs_muqlCFAALxdxgdKZKcHgWjLRdzOCjlGh9G1fvR9BOvTBLyTZi0Uqf9Q6-gOi5xygPS0JO2iMQwMoxVo2KWIIAXwZhcj/s1600/May2010+044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-n1ZR74kTDPPedNU4lD-szFLqylZIrER99bTHgZ31DkZuGBs_muqlCFAALxdxgdKZKcHgWjLRdzOCjlGh9G1fvR9BOvTBLyTZi0Uqf9Q6-gOi5xygPS0JO2iMQwMoxVo2KWIIAXwZhcj/s320/May2010+044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469475390547585810" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Up, up, and away.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVbm9Pav7KnU3JTm4muuc7DoGf84_q1HGdP6DgHE4iWRJIdJkg74f6GP1Nwkh-N6PB5Mvf5bLhtvbATug0ezFV1eEeeI5kVZ1bUI69DLwX-OxM4WzDZulBAhyaraRLwYiyguHTGV2gk3A0/s1600/May2010+047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVbm9Pav7KnU3JTm4muuc7DoGf84_q1HGdP6DgHE4iWRJIdJkg74f6GP1Nwkh-N6PB5Mvf5bLhtvbATug0ezFV1eEeeI5kVZ1bUI69DLwX-OxM4WzDZulBAhyaraRLwYiyguHTGV2gk3A0/s320/May2010+047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469475094407279170" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Happy Mother's Day!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-35860118035535469942010-05-07T17:03:00.000-06:002010-05-07T17:04:16.566-06:00Thanks Again<p class="MsoNormal">Thanks again for all the calls, dinners, love, and support you all have shown.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Mason, Liam and I really appreciate it and I apologize for not returning your calls.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Mason has matured a lot in the past three weeks and I am very proud of him.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Liam is still the lovable goofball who the girls gush over.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And I am keeping very busy with assorted stuff, taking one day as it comes.</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>We were sad yesterday when Kayla went home for the summer to Twin Fall, ID but we are happy that she will be back in August when school starts again.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Allie will be home next week and the boys are excited for another fun summer with her.</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Finally, I want to say a very big thank you to the boy’s schools, The Peek Program and <st1:place st="on"><st1:placetype st="on">Park</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype st="on">City</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype st="on">Academy</st1:placetype></st1:place>.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I am grateful to all the faculty and administrators who been incredibly supportive to the boys in the past three weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>My job as a parent has been made a little easier because of all of them.</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pete</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-8965921648985560692010-04-29T12:27:00.002-06:002010-04-29T12:31:37.169-06:00Rockstar for a Day<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dySK6nWFyZk2aZyE30MtWu3N5SYH7nGAnkvNURCGgZB0edFsULe0NW7ER0ms6zvF-ukpNlK1I7DX8wwEq8nDg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p><p>I was very proud of Mason yesterday during his American Idol performance at Park <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">City</span> Academy, Emily would have been too.</p><p>Pete</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-51493047337202358982010-04-26T16:22:00.002-06:002010-04-26T16:30:07.774-06:00The Foehl Children Fund<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-size:85%;" ><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;" ><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span><div>Below is an email sent by a friend of ours who set up a fund for Mason and Liam. The boys and I appreciate all the love and support that our community has shown us. In particular, thank you to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Dellenbach's</span> for taking the boys yesterday afternoon when I could hardly help my self because of the stomach flu. Pete</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-size:85%;" ><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;" ><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><br /></span></span></span></span></div>Hello Friends of Emily:<br /></span></span></span> <blockquote><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-size:85%;" ><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;" ><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><br />We wanted to reach out to those that have a connection to our sweet Emily Roosevelt-a wonderful and courageous woman and a loyal friend. First, thank you to the many families that are going to contribute with meals for the next few months. That will be a huge help to their family as they begin to adjust to life without Em. Since her beautiful memorial service this past Saturday, we also thought it important to continue to support to Pete, Mason and Liam in the upcoming weeks and months. With this in mind, a group of Em’s close friends have set up the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Foehl</span> Children Fund for Mason and Liam. This is a simple account that Pete can access for new and necessary expenses like extra childcare, housekeeping and maybe even a weekend away with the boys for some much-needed peace. Emily was an extraordinary mother, devoted to her family and we know she would want Pete and the boys taken care of in the best possible way. By contributing to this fund, you will help alleviate some of the expenses associated with Emily's passing, and the extra stress that they will bring to Pete and the boys. You are welcome to contribute to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Foehl</span> Children Fund through any Wells Fargo Bank branch. All you need to do is give the teller the name of the fund and she will make the deposit into this account. Or if you would like to send a check payable to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Foehl</span> Children Fund, please send to the address below.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" >Wells Fargo Bank<br /></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;" ><br /></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" >Attn: Kimberly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Peine</span><br /></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;" ><br /></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" >299 S. Main St. 7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">flr</span><br /></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;" ><br /></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" >Salt Lake City, UT 84111<br /></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;" ><br /><br />As a community, it is important to show our love and support to such a wonderful family. Emily, Pete, Mason and Liam have been like family to many of us who do not have family local. Without Emily’s sparkling blue eyes, lovely smile, contagious laugh and ever-positive attitude, we all will forever have a void. This is a great way to honor the most important thing in her life - her boys and Pete.<br /><br />Thank you in advance for your contribution.<br />Please email me if you have any questions.<br /><br />Kind regards,<br /></span></span></span></blockquote><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-size:85%;" ><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span>Laura and John <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Climaco</span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-17903452928566020632010-04-22T21:35:00.006-06:002010-04-23T08:24:52.878-06:00Celebration of Emily's LifeThis is part of the celebration we had for Emily last Saturday.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://docs.google.com/viewer?attid=0.1&pid=gmail&thid=12809b6e49e80b43&url=https%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3D2%26ik%3Daadd5cc8af%26view%3Datt%26th%3D12809b6e49e80b43%26attid%3D0.1%26disp%3Dattd%26zw&docid=f9748014eac47af398b7fee26c9adf1d%7Cff9216d5c6ff95748148d980e4247f57&a=bi&pagenumber=1&w=800" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://docs.google.com/viewer?attid=0.1&pid=gmail&thid=12809b6e49e80b43&url=https%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3D2%26ik%3Daadd5cc8af%26view%3Datt%26th%3D12809b6e49e80b43%26attid%3D0.1%26disp%3Dattd%26zw&docid=f9748014eac47af398b7fee26c9adf1d%7Cff9216d5c6ff95748148d980e4247f57&a=bi&pagenumber=2&w=800" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><b>R</b></span><b>emembrances: Melissa Wiczek</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"> It is truly an honor to be up here in front of all of you, Emily’s Stars and Angels. I can not begin to comprehend all the ways Emily has touched each and every one of you here today. I wish I could tell you for the sake of being concise, an isolated moment or an event that embodied all that Emily was to me- but I can’t. For me it was living the day to day life with Emily that was the true gift. She was beautiful, intelligent, courageous, funny, a little bit opinionated, and I was truly fortunate to call her my friend.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><blockquote type="cite"><span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px; font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><div lang="EN-US"><div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> For those who don’t know me, I am Melissa, a good friend and next door neighbor. My husband Ben and my three children, Grace, Hanna and Paul have lived next door to Pete, Emily and the boys since the fall of 2006. There is truly something special about our two homes. We have beautiful views of the mountains that surround us, nearby wooded trails for a quick hike or adventure with the kids and the majestic moose that migrate up into our yards on warm summer days. It’s in this place I hold my most cherished memories of Emily. Our children playing, a brief exchange across the fence, shared breakfast lunch or dinner, or the all time favorite roasting marshmallows in what we affectionately call the dancing circle. </span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> Many have asked, how did you and Emily become such good friends? Honestly, I feel it was fate. When we first met, we both had newborn, baby boys which is bonding in itself. Mason and Hanna were both three years old. We were new to<span> </span>Park<span> </span>City, Emily and Pete had just moved in, from down the hill but none the less leaving their nearby neighbors and dear friends. And in true Emily fashion she embraced our family with open arms. I can still hear the enthusiasm in her voice each time she greeted me whether at the door with a hug or over the phone. It was not long before our lives were completely interwoven. There was so much common ground. Caring for our families, our ongoing quest to find an instruction manual to raising our children, a love for cooking ( even though she was much better at it than me), trying to strike that balance between career, home, self , and love for being outdoors. And so it was because of Emily and Pete that Park city began to feel like home. </span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> One of my favorite memories with Emily, was just before Emily recieved her new heart. A bunch of girlfriends and I took Emily to see the debut of the movie sex and the city! Emily and I had not eaten so we ordered up a cheese burger and fries. In addition we brought wine, chocolate and licorice- all of which was smuggled into the movie theater including the burger. The movie was a best kind of chick flick. We laughed, we cried and consumed all the most important of food groups!</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> Being witness to Emily’s heart transplant, opened my eyes to the limitless strength of the human spirit and yet frailty of the human body. With every turn, I was in awe of Emily’s amazing positive attitude and perseverance. In her charming way, She would always call herself “a freak of nature”. But I think it was her way of helping us make sense and lighten the challenges that she truly faced. To that end, I will never forget the day when I witnessed for a brief moment, a crack in Emily’s armor. We were milling around at the park silly market, and had stopped at a jewelry booth to which we were strangely always drawn. At this particular booth, the women had necklaces and earrings made of stones that had certain healing properties. Emily had to know what every stone meant. It was then she asked, “do you have a stone that helps with fear”. I was silently in shock. It was at that moment my adoration for this women grew exponentially. She was human. But more importantly, she did not want us to worry. Emily allowed her spirit and faith to be her prevailing voice. What Emily put out to the world, I think was a testament of her love for all of us and her determination to heal- To be there for us, for Pete , for the boys, for other transplant candidates, and for her donor’s family. </span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> Emily made the most of every day. Her favorite part of each day was reading to Mason and Liam before bed. She enjoyed the simple things, being with family and friends, cooking a good meal, reading the New York times, etc. The warmth of her smile and brightness of her eyes were so engaging, you couldn’t help but want soak up her radiance. </span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"> In the end, I am so blessed for having Emily as my friend, my inspiration. Life lessons learned from Emily will continue to give me strength when life presents its challenges, make me smile when I just feel like being silly, and give me peace when I take a moment and look up at our beautiful mountains. Thank you Emily. I will miss you. You will be in my heart forever. </span></span></div></div></div></span></blockquote><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px; font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><div lang="EN-US"><div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"><b>Remembrances: Peter Foehl</b></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"><b> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">On Sunday when I was walking to the neighbors to give the boys a hug, I had no idea how I was going to tell them. When I got in the house, Mason came right up to me and asked how his Mom was. And I said, “well…” And he didn’t move a muscle. I got down at eye level and I said, “Mommy died.” He paused for a moment not changing his expression, and he succinctly asked, “Does that mean it’s just me, you and Liam now?” And I just gave him a hug. However, seeing the outpouring of love and support since then and today, it’s clear to me that the three of us will always have all of you.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Emily would want you to enjoy each other’s company today, laugh a little, cry a little.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Whenever we got a large group of our friends together – most recently at Emily’s 40</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> birthday party last summer – someone would say, “you have such great friends.” I know it’s cliché to say, but she would want you to introduce yourself to someone new or reconnect with an old friend today. Please do that in her honor!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">We want to thank the entire staff at the University of Utah Hospital. Just before being discharged from her recent hospital stay, Emily sent a text message saying: “Again, not an April’s Fool joke! Biopsy was negative and I’m feeling great. Just walked for 45 minutes. No shortness of breath. Have all the aides and nurses laughing. (Smiley face.) So I am going HOME.”</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Last week, Emily wrote a letter to her donor’s family. She wrote: “I keep praying and talking to my heart and body asking them to work together and to accept each other! Every morning when I awake and every evening when I go to sleep, I thank my donor for the gift he gave to me and my family.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Always inquisitive and trying to grope for any explanation for her recent loss of heart function, she asked her donor family if he(her donor) had any allergies or if there was anything he detested. She said she was having no new sensations since receiving her new heart but was open to the idea of cellular memory.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Her defining characteristic was that she experienced things so deeply. If there is an art to making someone feel special, she was the master. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I am a better person today because of her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Mason and Liam, I am your Daddy and your Mommy, and I will always take care of you. And our community will help us a lot too. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">It’s okay to be sad and it might hurt right here (throat), and that’s okay.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Mommy’s spirit is in our hearts (touch heart). <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">She loves you today, she loves you tomorrow, and she loves you forever. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: 31px;font-size:21px;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">And for all of you, her spirit will be with you wherever you are.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">However, as most of you know, Emily was most at peace in the mountains.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:16.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%font-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">The next time you’re up in the Wasatch, it might feel a little bit different when you are on a bike, hike, or ski. You might hear the wind, and pause, and smile to yourself, “Oh yeah, that’s Emily.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style=" ;font-size:12pt;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div></div></span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-31938442215323613422010-04-20T20:25:00.002-06:002010-04-20T20:30:19.089-06:00Liam's Balloons<div><br /></div><div>This is a picture for Liam's pre-school from Monday.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUEO-_K7JuBTdYPdMkw8jv-VZWrjwZfUFjU22q-uxe1MQ01JmQE9C65f0Uc7fpVnANO7XMrOirXaqIPLU2_Y-swbwxfqrFytw3dkuabGSDoufG0Qen8l-CE4O6SJFcXWDPEnHrFWz8yB5/s1600/Liam's+balloons.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUEO-_K7JuBTdYPdMkw8jv-VZWrjwZfUFjU22q-uxe1MQ01JmQE9C65f0Uc7fpVnANO7XMrOirXaqIPLU2_Y-swbwxfqrFytw3dkuabGSDoufG0Qen8l-CE4O6SJFcXWDPEnHrFWz8yB5/s320/Liam's+balloons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462411763432829202" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; ">Liam's balloons: This was so beautiful. We all sent yellow balloons up to Emily, Liam's mom who passed away last week. That is Liam in the stripes.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-43266760247208597452010-04-16T12:43:00.002-06:002010-04-16T12:51:48.027-06:00From the Friday addition of the Deseret News<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><div><h2>Heart recipient Emily Roosevelt lived like she meant it</h2></div><div><p>By Lee Benson</p></div><div>Published: Thursday, April 15, 2010 10:37 p.m. MDT</div><p>These are heady times for the Utah Cardiac Transplant Program.</p><p>The unit marked its 25th anniversary in March, and just two weeks ago, it was widely hailed for successfully implanting a Utah-made heart pump in an Idaho man.</p><p>But the grim reality of the precarious life-and-death nature of what goes on at one of the world's most respected and longest-standing heart transplant collaborations hit home Sunday when 40-year-old Emily Roosevelt unexpectedly passed away due to congestive heart failure.</p><p>Emily's passing hit the transplant community hard. In the 22 months since the young wife and mother of two received a donor heart in June 2008, she wasn't just the heart of the local transplant universe but also its soul.</p><p>Even as she personally negotiated the usual speed bumps associated with getting acquainted with her new heart — a follow-up surgery here, an emergency room visit there — Emily became the program's all-star supporter and advocate.</p><p>When she wasn't helping raise money or beating the drum for people to sign up as organ donors, she was doing everything she could to buoy up the attitude of all around her. So much so that last July, when University Hospital opened its new $200 million wing, hospital officials didn't ask the architects, the surgeons or the governor to act as master of ceremonies.</p><p>They asked Emily.</p><p>She leaves behind a how-to for anyone and everyone who should find themselves in her shoes:</p><p>Don't whine.</p><p>Don't act like a victim.</p><p>Do encourage the world to donate their organs.</p><p>Do talk to the doctors — you are your own best advocate.</p><p>Do appreciate every single second.</p><p>Do thank everyone, everywhere, all the time.</p><p>She became so popular, so fast, she could have been elected president. (Franklin Delano Roosevelt was her great grandfather.)</p><p>When her untimely time came, almost without warning, there was a stunned silence at University Hospital.</p><p>A place that routinely deals with death was unroutinely staggered.</p><p>"You just felt like you got punched in the gut," said Chris Nelson, assistant vice president of public affairs for University Health Care. "She had such an impact on so many people in such a positive way. She definitely transcended being a patient and helped epitomize what our organization is all about — providing care to people who are dealing with complex situations."</p><p>Away from the hospital, it was the same thing.</p><p>"She didn't have superficial relationships," said her husband, Peter Foehl. "She wanted to get to know you and care about you."</p><p>That extended to the person whose heart gave her an extra 22 months.</p><p>"She woke up every morning and said a little prayer to herself and her donor," Peter said. "It meant so much to her that she was able to have a new lease on life and be a mom to our two kids."</p><p>She wedged so much life into life.</p><p>"I don't know if she thought she was invincible — but we did," said Amy Albo, one of a legion of friends. "She was such an inspiration. So gracious. So kind. Such an example."</p><p>In contrast to the Tim McGraw song "Live Like You Were Dying," Emily lived like she was living.</p><p>"She had this amazing attitude," said LeAnn Stamos, heart transplant coordinator for University Health Care. "She was always looking forward."</p><p>In the end, Emily reflected the sobering statistics of transplants. Even though Utah's crack cardiac transplant program exceeds the national averages, a heart transplant patient still has a 7 percent chance of not surviving a year and a 30 percent chance of not making it past five years.</p><p>Such odds did not slow Emily Roosevelt down, nor swerve her off course. They just made her that much more appreciative of her time.</p><p>As she said after a ski outing with Peter and their sons, Mason and Liam, this past winter: "I think now I sorta stop and take stock. I don't care so much about the speed. It's the views, it's those little things. You know, the wonders of life."</p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-85468341558274758862010-04-14T21:44:00.003-06:002010-04-14T22:17:29.150-06:00We can feel your love, concern and support<div>I feel a tremendous amount of love coming from all of you. I know that you are all very concerned about our well being and I appreciate all your thoughts and prayers. We are doing as well as could be expected under the circumstance and are taking are lumps as they come along. We are also laughing and being your typical silly little boys. We have lots of family here now that is a welcome and fun distraction for the three of us.</div><div><br /></div>I have a small request. Please share any memory, short story, moment that you may have of Emily and sent it to me via email, blog, snail mail, however. I want compile as many as possible to share with the boys as they grow older. These memories are also very comforting to me now. Here is a short anecdote about Emily that Liam's preschool shared with their community.<div><br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><i>I remember meeting Emily for the first time. She came in to my office with her yellow legal pad, which made me a little nervous. But within the next 2 minutes we were talking about the kind of sheets we liked best. I'm not sure if she even took any notes. She had me laughing about the previous nights bath time with her two boys which ended with a "BabyRuth" .</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i><br /></i></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i>It's been a joy to watch Liam come out of his shell this year, and how happy that made Emily. I was told there was a birthday party of PEEK children (mostly girls) and Emily got such a kick out of seeing Liam sitting around a table of girls with his crown on<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>.</i></span></i></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px; ">Susie</span></i></span></i></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i><br /></i></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; ">Keep them coming.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><br /></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; ">Love, Pete, Mason, and Liam</span></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-55892305841078127532010-04-13T16:42:00.004-06:002010-04-13T16:59:46.392-06:00Calling all stars and angels<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUksEgIE1n_3NC3ZiSpY1lp2oXn9kO5Ea_12UUFYrQ4pSCId-FCvKPq3y3hZ6tvGsm0sL7XOZUd7bYMne74wU5LTaKHtiXMooSKr4JD0a7PF_6N9BvtaVFF1KsQ3ZUY15jfN-RF41fscud/s1600/EmilyPic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUksEgIE1n_3NC3ZiSpY1lp2oXn9kO5Ea_12UUFYrQ4pSCId-FCvKPq3y3hZ6tvGsm0sL7XOZUd7bYMne74wU5LTaKHtiXMooSKr4JD0a7PF_6N9BvtaVFF1KsQ3ZUY15jfN-RF41fscud/s320/EmilyPic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459757809617671618" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Emily Roosevelt (1969 – 2010)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Our dear Emily passed away suddenly and unexpectedly on April 11, 2010, at home in <st1:place st="on"><st1:placetype st="on">Park</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype st="on">City</st1:placetype></st1:place>. She was born in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">White Plains</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">New York</st1:state></st1:place> on August 13, 1969 and from the beginning demonstrated to all who knew and loved her that she would live life to the fullest with no regrets. Empathy, inquisitiveness, courage, and determination defined her daily life. Her godfather said “she was the breathing definition of grace in adversity.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Emily graduated from <st1:placename st="on">Whitby</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">School</st1:placetype>, The Millbrook School, the <st1:place st="on"><st1:placetype st="on">University</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename st="on">Virginia</st1:placename></st1:place>, and the University of Maine School of Law. After college she headed west to <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Sun Valley</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">Idaho</st1:state></st1:place>, where she encountered the three great loves of her life – the mountains, cooking, and her beloved Pete. After graduating from law school, she and Pete returned to the mountains to build a home and family in <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Utah</st1:place></st1:state>. She clerked for Judge Monroe McKay of the United States Court of Appeals for the 10<sup>th</sup> Circuit in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Salt Lake City</st1:place></st1:city> where she served with great distinction. In 2000, she joined the United States Department of the Interior Office of the Solicitor General where she worked tirelessly on behalf of public land issues.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Emily and Pete began their journey together as parents with the arrival of Mason in 2003 and Liam in 2006. Maggie, “the best dog ever,” gave them good practice to be great parents! The family enjoyed many outdoor pursuits and sunny days on the ski slopes together. Emily was devoted to her boys and they will carry on her sense of justice and fairness for all – and also her love of being silly, her infectious laughter, and the big heart she shared with her friends. Her life was deeply enriched by the love and support she received from her <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Utah</st1:place></st1:state> family.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In June 2008, Emily received the greatest gift of all – a new heart. We want to thank the team at University of Utah Hospital for giving her the best care possible. We also extend our profound thanks to Emily’s donor and family for giving her a new lease on life. Since receiving her new heart, Emily became an outspoken advocate for organ donation and patient care, helping to raise funds and awareness, supporting others going through the transplant process, and serving as the master of ceremonies for the ribbon cutting of the Patient Care Pavilion at the University of Utah Hospital in July 2009.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Emily will be forever missed and celebrated by all her “stars and angels” including her husband, Peter Foehl; her sons Mason and Liam; her parents Chris and Roddy Roosevelt; her sister Kate and her partner Caroline; her brother Chris, his wife Christina, and their sons Noah and Wylie; her in-laws Allen and Sally Foehl; Pete’s brother Chas, his wife Sara, and their children Walker and Reed; Pete’s brother Dave and his wife Carol; her beloved grandmother Rosalind E. Havemeyer; many uncles, aunts, and cousins; and a huge community of friends and colleagues across the country.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Emily would have wanted you to become an organ donor (organdonor.gov) rather than sending flowers. You may also honor her life by donating to Intermountain Donor Services (c/o Debbie Snider, IDS, 230 S. 500 E., <st1:address st="on"><st1:street st="on">Ste.</st1:street> 290</st1:address>, <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Salt Lake City</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">UT</st1:state> <st1:postalcode st="on">84102</st1:postalcode></st1:place>) or the charity of your choice. A celebration of Emily’s life will be held on Saturday, April 17 at 4:00 pm at <st1:placetype st="on">Park</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype st="on">City</st1:placetype> <st1:placename st="on">Community</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Church</st1:placetype>, 4501 N. Highway 224, <st1:place st="on"><st1:placetype st="on">Park</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype st="on">City</st1:placetype></st1:place>. The family will be providing further information about a memorial service to be held in New England this summer.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-86926862705591295482010-04-02T14:17:00.005-06:002010-04-02T15:08:36.516-06:00Oops - No April's Fools JokeWell - hello there Stars and Angels:<div>I did not mean to post the last one. I wrote it a while back but never finished it; never posted it. <img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Check Spelling" border="0" class="gl_spell" /></div><div>Unfortunately, I meant to write this instead and post the other thing at the end to let you know how well we had been doing.things got a little funky last week so I ended up back in the hospital for a couple of days - it was quick but a bummer nonetheless. The situation was very similar to what happened last September. I began feeling less than perfect this past Monday, noticed a downturn in my exercise tolerance and was a bit short of breath in doing not much (going up stairs, playing with the boys, etc.). </div><div><br /></div><div>So, after a couple of nights of poor sleep, I called the docs on Wed. am and went in to the hospital that afternoon. Echo showed decrease in heart function (similar to last Sept. but not as poor), and Chest Xray showed a bit of a pleural effusion (fluid in the lung cavity) that is likely a result of the heart not working as well and not processing the normal body fluids as well. (I did not have fluid in my belly or ankles/feet.) So I had a biopsy late Wed. afternoon to test for rejection. I was admitted to the hospital Wed. night and given a first IV dose of Solu-Medrol (the super-steroid treatment for rejection). The next day, I found out the biopsy was negative (again like last fall), which I is a good thing, but that information leaves me/us in the position of just not knowing what is going on and why my heart has decided to not work so well six months after the last episode.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I am now thankfully home again, and I am taking two new meds (ones that I took for a while last fall) - lasix, a diuretic, and linisopril, used to treat heart failure (which I am technically experiencing, though it is mild). I'll go back in a couple of weeks for follow up and was instructed to take it easy for several days.</div><div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately, the biggest bummer of this latest experience is that we had to cancel our planned trip to So. California for the boys' spring break. We had planned on going to LA and then San Diego (road trip) today. I feel so badly for the boys, but luckily they are not completely aware and we had kept the lead up to the trip low key.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know I will be okay, be well again, but I need all the help I can get! So thanks for your prayers, energy, thoughts, love, and support!<br /><br /></div><div>- Emily and Pete, Mason and Liam, and Maggie too!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-22713418877359700932010-03-07T21:14:00.009-07:002010-04-02T14:16:38.136-06:00No April Fool's Joke!No News is Good News<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div>Greetings my Stars and Angels: It has been way too long since I posted, but all is well!! <div><br /></div><div>I started writing this when I was watching a bit of the crappy Academy Awards; Pete had long since gone to bed! It is not three weeks later, March 24, and here is an update on us:</div><div><br /></div><div>We had a wonderful Christmas with Pete's parents, Sally and Allen, here with us. We shared Christmas Dinner with our good friends and neighbors, the Wiczek family, and we got in some skiing, sledding, ice skating, and general play time as well.<div><br /></div><div>Speaking of skiing, Mason is quite amazing zooming down the hill in great form, making parallel turns and even skiing some black diamonds now! Liam is now skiing on his own (without the harness), and loves to follow his big brother. He has fantastic balance, and it's quite a sight to see them both on the hill.</div><div>Here is a photo of me and the boys from last weekend at the Canyons!</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-OphyphenhyphenFDVnBAaFqsQ_Wzmfc2vfz44-KBNw3B5Uind0fKupHOdQVhwEfaSiCr5QWbFEaDQ_nKREFQu_vE6wmJbD7sAy_RDEg8kZsUEUeGnYScAf-2jgGmZdhu0wk78M8Qg0YFQxm4sTsyT/s320/March2010+023.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div>My health is well and, frankly, that is soooo fantastic for me, Pete, Mason, Liam, and for our extended family and friends. Pete and I make note of each month that passes without a hospital stay or unexpected visit to the docs. I had another checkup on Tuesday March 16, with blood tests, echo, etc. before and on that day -- docs are pleased with my good health and the lack of any crises. We are so grateful for the smooth sailing and hope and pray that it continues long into the future! Meanwhile, I am making great efforts to exercise, keep healthy and well; keep my family healthy and well; work 3 days a week; cook yummy and healthy food (most of the time!); and have some fun in all this too!</div><div><br /></div><div>We were able to travel to our beloved Ketchum, Idaho, for President's weekend in Feb. Here is a photo of the boys on skates at the local ice rink. We had a great visit with Scott and Anne Mason, and were able to visit with our friends the Desmonds and the Gilmans too.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeTBPI2Nv3tvk1_V826aTuqyyMeBy07JKh52A8Ra_9A1MFkOdVg0vk6Zi3Jj9xYsk9RNs6bTaOZZblDS75Q0Z2cLJIdPkWSzyRQRiZfntGgZObEuJMdRdm7pv0h-WSJGe2h2OnXS_vmi3/s320/FebSunValley2010+022.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div>In the first week of March, the UTAH (Utah Transplant Affiliated Hospitals) Cardiac Transplant Program celebrated its 25th Anniversary!! The four hospitals (Univ. of Utah, VA Medical Ctr., Primary Children's Med. Ctr., and Intermountain Med. Ctr.) that collaborate to make such a successful cardiac transplant program here have performed recently performed their 1067th heart transplant! I was fortunate enough to have participated in a press event at the VA on Thursday morning, Mar. 4. There was a photo of Liam and I (and others at the event) in the Salt Lake Tribune on Fri. March 5. article in attached link. On Sat. night 3.6, we attended a large dinner downtown that celebrated the transplant recipients, the donor families, the doctors, nurses, staff, hospital administrators, and the hospitals themselves! Amazingly, the first two recipients who received their hearts in 1985 were present at the dinner - one is now 43 and one is in his 80s! Thanks to the members of our "Utah family" who could be there with me and Pete.</div><div><br /></div><div>Every day I wake up and go to bed thinking of my donor and his family. The generosity of their gift never ceases to amaze me. I also recently spoke about my story and the importance of organ donation at a women's organization of which a friend is a member. And I hope to do more of that in the future (a senior center has asked me to speak in April). It feels good to spread the word about organ donation.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to all for your continued love and support,</div><div>Emily, Pete, Mason and Liam</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-25340919295735237632009-12-05T14:34:00.003-07:002009-12-05T14:51:36.113-07:00Luckily not a repeat!Greetings my Stars and Angels:<div>Well, it has been another interesting last 24 hrs.! Yesterday morning, around 10:30 am, I began experiencing intense abdominal pain. It was eerily reminiscent of my experience last April 29 and 30, when I had a twisted large bowel (cecal volvulus). To cut to the chase (not my strength!), I ended up in the ER by Friday around 1pm, spent the next 8 hours having tests (abdominal CT scan, echo, chest xray, lots of blood drawn, etc.), and then was told by Surgery and Heart Transplant folks that the CT scan was clear, so no surgery required and I could go home, but those folks and the ER docs suggested I spend the night in the Emerg. Dept. "Extended Care Unit." My white blood count was high, so they wanted to monitor me & recheck that blood test in the am. So, I stayed. It was uneventful, slept okay, pain has improved but has not gone away entirely. My white blood cell count was a bit lower this morning, and I am otherwise stable, so I was discharged around 10 am this morning! We had planned on taking the boys this morning to get their second H1N1 flu shot, so Pete did that while my dear friend Vonnie retrieved me from the hospital and drove me home -- thanks again Von! I've been taking it easy since I came home. It is snowing now and Mason and Liam just skied in the backyard a bit -- Mason taking a "jump" off the new stone wall back there! They had a blast. We were scheduled to go to a holiday party tonight -- and though we are not going, we are still having the babysitter come to help (plus we and boys are excited to see her!) tonight. I am moving, but slowly and just want to take it easy. I will go back to the hospital for follow up with the Tr. folks on Tuesday (assuming nothing emergent happens before than!).</div><div>Thanks for your interest, love, and support!</div><div>Peace and love, </div><div>Em, Pete, Mason, and Liam</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-19347332161734273402009-11-04T20:00:00.009-07:002009-11-04T20:33:04.434-07:00On the mendJust about my bed time . . . but I have been remiss in not posting an update. I am home and recovering well from the surgery. Went back in yesterday for follow-up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">appts</span>., echo, chest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">xray</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">appt</span>. with Surgeon and Cardiologists/Tr. team. Everything looks good. Only a small amount of fluid on top of heart, which makes sense since the new "window" is on the bottom of the pericardium. Nothing of concern to the docs. The surgeon took out one stitch from where the chest tube/drain had been removed before I went home last week. Everything appears to be healing well. I am taking this week off work too, as I am quite fatigued in the afternoons and very very foggy-brained! Pain and tenderness is mostly gone; have not taken <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Percocet</span> since Sunday, just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tylenol</span> now. Not sure if it is now being 40 or the cumulative effect of 4 surgeries with general anesthesia since June 2008 that is causing the fogginess, but my brain is definitely not up to speed yet!! Alas, I am calling it my "anesthesia brain" -- it is a good excuse for not remembering things or knowing what I did hours earlier!<div><div>Thanks to all for their prayers and thoughts, love and support, meals and calls, etc. Thanks to my mom for being here, for my Dad for his support and beautiful flowers, and to my dear Pete for managing the home front. And to my beloved Mason and Liam - they handled the hospitalization (without visitation) quite well and were happy to have me come home. Mason asked me to bring him a hot dog and french fries from the cafeteria, but all I managed was some packets of Ketchup (he is quite thrilled with them, all the same!). Liam was content just to have me home. Oh, and Halloween was great fun (see our Knight and Clone Trooper below)! Hope you all had a spooky one too.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Lots of love, peace, and good night,</div><div>Emily</div><div><br /></div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoAKPabl2yHYNdxCJ6e-yeLfUaZMmsv6NgTrn-SP1nKB9YvhSsiQ7_hj8mvWod3tCk1-hjQu8tMTUu5654rOmGbjx41hFP05txAJDYx_zCudmVIjPcVQaZP_HbqDUvh-0or2dP5ndgTzqA/s320/Halloween2009+006.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400455600650009490" /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihkUEzL6_FttbGLvTPFPNXynIVeWyszRicmcVNChvmLzfoBZjf53I9gb-QCwiK0kUGI5JFVGtI7OU4Ft27APVkar6imFL1nVfUCN9O9g9SJ01Lg25DP3RNvYTrvJT5nMu1S4n2pcA0SDG/s320/HalloweenNight2009+013.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400456263153547730" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-70450613377531919102009-10-28T18:55:00.008-06:002009-10-28T21:26:53.207-06:00RecoveringGreetings my Stars and Angels:<br />Thanks to all for the wonderful thoughts, prayers, boosts of energy, and blessings sent our way this week!<br /><br />I am now about 2 days out from surgery and doing well.<br /><br />As I expected, I did not even get rolled down to the OR Monday afternoon until after 4 pm. The procedure itself lasted about 45 min. and I was back in recovery by about 5:30 or 6pm or so.<br /><br />As I (finally) understand it, the surgeon, Dr. Craig Selzman, made an incision beginning in the bottom inch of my heart transplant scar and continued down the mid-section of the chest about another inch or two (thankfully, the incision does not connect with my more recent abdominal surgery scar, which begins just above the belly-button, so I do not quite have a "full zipper"!!) Anyway, the surgeon removed some of my xiphoid bone/cartilage (the pointy bone that is at the bottom of the sternum and apparently is somewhat analagous to the appendix, i.e., does not serve a useful role in the human body as it has evolved today) so as to improve access to the pericardium to the left. He then essentially cut out the bottom of the pericardium (the sac surrounding the heart), thereby removing about 5" x 2" of tissue. The fluid between the pericardium and the heart itself will now hopefully be draining into the space between the bottom of the pericardium and lung cavities and the top of the abdominal cavity (the peritoneum). This space is called the pre-peritoneum. Apparently, even in skinny me, the surgeon found enough fat and tissue in the pre-peritoneum space that he was comfortable allowing the fluid to drain and hopefully be reabsorbed there (thus avoiding the slightly riskier procedure of cutting a second hole into/through the peritoneum and the diagphragm to allow the fluid to drain into the abdominal cavity). As I recover in the hospital I have a temporary "drain" or small chest tube coming out the bottom of the incision. This tube/drain first drained the post-surgical fluid but, now, appears to be draining some of the fluid from around the heart (difference is the color - no blood in fluid now). The surgeon hopes to remove that tube and drain in the next couple of days and then monitor me for a bit, then will send me home, hopefully by Hallowe'en night.<br /><br />A piece of great news was discovered during the surgery: The docs used the transesphogeal echocardigram (or TEE -- an ultrasound of the heart from inside the esphogus, in which the echo probe is inserted alongside or through the breathing tube) to look at and assess my heart during the surgery. The assessment showed that my LV is back to 100% function!!! Yippeee, really great news.<br /><br />I also learned today that the docs (transplant team) do not believe that the fluid around the heart actually <span style="font-style: italic;">caused </span>the LV function downturn in Sept. - they still believe I had a case of rejection, which was treated. Rather, I think their theory is that the complete recovery of the LV function was inhibited by the effusion fluid, as evidenced by no improvement in function from Sept. 24-Oct. 8, and then by improvement in function between Oct. 9 (day 2.5 liters of fluid was removed by pericardiocentesis) and Oct. 13 (day of follow-up echo after discharge, which showed improvement to low end of normal function), to Oct. 26 (day of surgery and TEE results). So, I and the docs are thrilled with that excellent news.<br /><br />I spent about 4 hrs. post-surgery Mon. night in the SICU (surgical ICU), then they moved me to the Intermediate Care Unit b.c. needed a bed in the SICU. Spent rest of night in IMCU, then moved to the 4th floor, Cardiovascular Med. Unit, where I have been many times before! I moved again this morning from a room with a view of a brick wall to a room with a view West of the Valley and the new snow in SLC! I expect to be here through the end of the week, hopefully home early weekend, but we'll see.<br /><br />My boys and Maggie the wonder-dog are faring pretty well at home. Thankfully, my mom came in Sun. night and is here until Fri. morning to help. Pete is hanging in there, though he is definitely a bit tired and stressed by my continued health issues and handling all on the home front.<br /><br />Hope you are all well, and thanks again for all your love, support, prayers, energy, meals, visits, emails, phone calls, etc.<br /><br />Love, peace, & good night,<br />EmUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-85070148980766260752009-10-26T22:07:00.002-06:002009-10-26T22:11:13.616-06:00Emily is resting uncomfortablyAll,<div><br /></div><div>The surgery was a success and Emily is in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SICU</span> tonight. She will be out on intensive care tomorrow and on to the floor.</div><div><br /></div><div>The boys were amped up when I got home from the hospital but they had a good day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bye, Pete</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-40722546801660190852009-10-24T14:22:00.003-06:002009-10-24T14:36:40.370-06:00Heading back for more!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Hello my Stars and Angels:</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Just wanted to let you all know that I am scheduled for another surgery this coming Monday 10.26, around 2pm. I will likely be in the hospital most or all of next week. I am not sure of the recovery time and plan after that.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The surgery is what I am calling "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pericardial</span> Window Part II." As you may recall, I had the Part I last Aug. 29, 2008 (the day Sarah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Palin's</span> candidacy was announced -- I remember b/c Pete and I sat waiting for the surgery for what seemed like agonizingly long hours having to listen to/watch <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">CNN's</span> coverage of the announcement; suffice it to say, our blood was BOILING!!!) </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">In any event, the aim of the surgery is to allow the fluid around my heart (between the pericardium and the heart itself) to permanently drain and thus not compress my heart. In short, the surgeons will cut a big (5 in. long x 1-2 in. wide) hole in the pericardium and another hole in my diaphragm (.5 to 1.5 in. in diameter), thereby allowing the fluid to drain into my abdominal cavity, which apparently has a good ability to absorb and process excess fluid.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The docs appear to suspect, though they have not absolutely concluded/told me this, that the symptoms/incident I experienced in mid-Sept. was not rejection but rather were/was caused by the large fluid build up around the heart. The fluid was compressing the heart, thus decreasing the function of the left ventricle and causing "rejection-like symptoms" of shortness of breath, decreased oxygen, etc. This was definitely the reason behind my hospitalization two weeks ago, at which time the pressures in my heart were elevated and my heart rate and blood pressure were high. At that time, the docs drained about 2.5 liters of fluid through a catheter inserted into the pericardium!!! I had symptoms of mild cardiac <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tampenade</span>, though not all the typical symptoms.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My biggest worry about the surgery is not the surgery itself, but the fact that Mason and Liam will not be allowed to visit me -- the U. Hospital (I think all hospitals in Utah) recently instituted a policy restricting visitors to over 14 years old in light of the high incidence of swine flu in children here. So, my little guys will be missing me, and I them, but we'll make it through. Thankfully, my mother is coming out to help next week, and Pete is the ever-amazing super dad.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Speaking of Pete, he is feeling much better, his teeth are no longer sore, he has temp. caps on them, and he will soon find out if he needs root canals/extractions or can get by with just permanent caps - will depend on whether there is nerve damage to either front tooth.<br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Meanwhile, this past Tues. night, Liam fell while running and had his first ER experience, getting 4 staples to the back of his head. He was a champ and the whole incident was not too traumatic for any of us. Mason probably was the most upset at the sight of blood! And, we had great service at the new Park City Medical Center/Hospital - only folks in the ER at 5:30 pm at night!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Mason turned 6 on this past Wednesday and is very proud to be a 6-year old now!<br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;">Lots of love and thanks to you all for your support, love, prayers, energy, blessings, etc.,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Emily and family</span></span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-76888643571933796242009-10-14T21:43:00.003-06:002009-10-14T21:49:30.640-06:00No real news!Just wanted to quickly let you all know that there are no major developments, EXCEPT that I left the hospital after tests yesterday afternoon with a smile on my face -- because (1) I simply LEFT, (2) my echo showed some improvement in the LV function; not quite 100% but on the upswing again; and (3) we are waiting at least until mid next week to do any further surgery; still evaluating the options. I am also looking into lymphatic massage/work as a complimentary process/alternative because one thought is that my lymphatics system does not work as it should (no surprise!) to remove fluid from where the fluid is supposed to be draining out of the peridcardium, i.e., the right lung cavity. Note that the docs are not convinced the "pericaridal window" ever worked properly after its placement last August 29, 2008, and they do not know if the window is even still open.<div>I am feeling a bit better emotionally; Pete and I both were pretty much at our breaking point this weekend, but things are looking up!</div><div>Thanks so much for all your continued love, support, prayers, energy, blessings, hugs, meals, play dates, etc. We sure do need it!</div><div>Love and peace, and good night,</div><div>Em</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-30149727024650393422009-10-12T20:04:00.004-06:002009-10-12T21:03:00.478-06:00Home again, somewhat temporarily!Good evening my dear stars and angels:<br /><br />I am remiss in making this posting, but life has been a bit crazy of late. I am home from the hospital!! Yeah, yeah, yeah!!! The docs took pity on me and decided I was stable enough that I was needed more at home and would suffer less stress if I were at home! <br /><br />Pete had a little incident this weekend when he awoke in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and proceeded to pass out. He hit the tile in our bathroom pretty hard, but thankfully he *only* banged up his lips, cracked his two front teeth, bruised his face and back and hip. We were lucky it was not worse, but it was pretty scary all the same. He came to on his own, not sure how long he was out. Apparently, this is something that can happen to men after lying prone, getting up quickly, and urinating; then the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">vegal</span> nerve releases or something, which causes the heart rate and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">BP</span> to drop, which can make one dizzy or make one pass out. We hope this simple explanation is what happened; It happened about 10 years ago to Pete and once in college (eons ago!), and he has a very low resting heart rate, so it makes sense. FYI, when my sister saw a picture of poor Pete, she joked that she had the scenes and music from Deliverance in her head!<br /><br />Meanwhile, Liam woke that same morning and screamed/cried "mama come home" for over an hour! So, the docs took pity on me and sent me home.<br />Unfortunately, the discharge was with the understanding that I will likely be back this week or next (hopefully not until next) for another small surgery which involves draining the fluid around my heart to the abdominal cavity. Currently it drains into the pleural/lung cavity. In case I did not report it to you, the docs removed 2.1 liters (!!!) of fluid from around my heart within the pericardium last Friday. Yes, a crazy amount of fluid, but it appeared to relieve my symptoms of high heart rate, high-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ish</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">BP</span>, and the pressures inside the heart normalized after fluid was drained. That is all good, but, yes, once again, my body's reaction to this fluid is exactly opposite of what the docs expect. I do not get the typical "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cardiac or pericardial</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tampenade</span>," which usually includes low heart rate and BP, and is very dangerous, but some combination of typical symptoms but with high heart rate and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">high BP</span>, which is not good either!<br />Anyway, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">eniga</span>/freak of nature continues to baffle, even with a new heart!<br /><br />So, thanks again for all your prayers, positive thoughts, love and support. I will keep you posted on the next move, whenever it happens/whatever it may be.<br />Love and peace, and good night,<br />EmilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-75617585840919499972009-10-09T08:38:00.007-06:002009-10-09T09:41:27.301-06:00Back at the U HospitalGood morning:<br />Well, it is not a bad morning anyway; I am alive and feeling well, well enough. Feel the same that I have felt for the last several weeks since I was last admitted to the U. I guess that is actually the problem:<br /><br />My echo yesterday morning showed no improvement in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LV</span> function since my last echo 2 weeks ago (and it should be normal by now), and, at my doc's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">appt</span>. at 1pm, my heart rate was very high. SO the Docs were concerned enough to have me admitted, though they really do not know what is going on.<br /><br />This morning, I am supposed to have a right heart <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cath</span> to test the pressures in the heart as well as another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pericardiocentesis</span> (removal of the fluid around my heart) by catheter in my chest below sternum (had that last July).<br /><br />Docs are doing these two things to help them assess whether to do another procedure called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">plasmapheresis</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">sp</span>?) which is essentially dialysis of the plasma to clean/remove any antibodies that may be in the plasma. Four weeks ago, I tested negative for antibodies, but because my heart function is still not normal, they are not sure what is going on. Having antibodies present could be a cause of my problems (the antibodies essentially conflict with antibodies from the donor's heart, a sort of rejection), and apparently there can be antibodies present but not detectable on the blood test. Docs are thinking they need to be a bit more unorthodox or aggressive because of the continuing issues. The removal of the fluid is intended to make the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">plasmapheresis</span> more safe. So, I continue to be an "interesting case" or, as I joke, a freak of nature.<br /><br />On the personal front, I am totally bummed for myself, but mostly for my boys (big and little). Mason has been having a tough time dealing with my health stuff ever since my last hospitalization 4 weeks ago in Sept. But we are dealing, we are thankful for help from our Utah family, and we'll all be okay.<div><br /></div><div>In case you want to visit or call, I am in room 4106 and the room <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ph</span>. is 801.585.8355. And I have my cell too. I expect to be here about a week, give or take. FYI, I like to keep my door shut to keep out noise, so don't hesitate to knock!<br /><br />Thanks for your continued prayers, thoughts, energy, love, and support,<br />Em<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-22382349659017637642009-10-06T22:01:00.004-06:002009-10-06T22:08:19.929-06:00Please read!Hi there stars and angels, friends and family near and far:<br /><br />My dear friend Laura C. sent this to me tonight. Although it is past my bedtime, I so appreciate its message and sentiment that I want to share it with all of you. I hope you enjoy it/feel it, as I did.<div><br /></div><div>On the more practical front, we are faring well in Utah. First snow arrived last Wed., Sept. 30th, and it has been cold, cold, cold ever since (22 degrees this am)! I am recovering from my rejection episode, and go back to the U. Hosp. for more follow up (echo, labs, doc's visit) this coming Thursday 10.8. Still not feeling 100% but getting closer every day. 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Hosp. As great as the care at the U., I rather be home any day!<div><br /><div>My left ventricular function showed some improvement (by echo) so they let me go home. I go back tomorrow am for blood work and then next Thurs. 9.24 for another biopsy. I am on higher levels of immunosuppressants again, and am instructed to take it easy for a week or two. Otherwise normal, just so darn happy and thankful to be back in our wonderful home with Pete and the boys, Maggie, the beautiful fall weather, fresh air, clean comfy bed, hot shower, good simple food, etc.!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for all of your support, love, energy, prayers, thoughts, blessings, calls, visits, etc. Please keep the positive thoughts going for my LV as it still needs to get back to normal function!</div><div>Lots of love and peace, </div><div>Emily</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193005485391764315.post-70154926291483570042009-09-16T11:24:00.002-06:002009-09-16T11:42:21.813-06:00washing hands!Check out this article from NYtimes.com today. <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/15/health/15well.html?ref=health">http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/15/health/15well.html?ref=health</a>.<br /><br />xo, emilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0