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Sunday, July 30, 2017

My Pearls of Transplant Wisdom


Living Life! Loving the living trees!
Sequoia National Forest in California, Summer 2017

I met a new transplant friend this week, a fellow cystic and transplantee from Duke about nine months out from his transplant. While I was visiting with him, he was gracious enough to ask if I had any transplant wisdom to share with him -- a question I was completely thrilled to be asked. And so my brain started rolling with ideas and I thought, why not make a blog post out of this to share with everyone?

For those who may not know me very well, I am a 38-year old woman with cystic fibrosis from Raleigh, NC. I was transplanted at Duke University in 2014 and have had an overall smooth experience. I realize my advice will reflect this, but I also hope it will be relevant to people with all kinds of experiences. So here goes.

1. Insurance, insurance, insurance: Be sure to do everything in your power to keep it, especially if it's Medicare

No one wants to think about insurance. But after a transplant (and before, although afterward is trickier) your life and well being literally depend on it.


If are on Medicare and would be in trouble if you weren't, be very diligent about a) going to a clinic appointment every 3 months (doesn't have to be transplant if you live too far away) and b) making sure you are always always telling your doctors (and having them log) the things in your life that keep you from working. Do this even if your symptoms are not new, but are still continuing: "I am still sleeping a lot, needing a lot of naps, having trouble concentrating, my memory is horrible; I get tired easily, need daily naps, have unexplained headaches from time to time" - whatever pertains to you and would keep you from being able to hold down a 9-5 job from the government's point of view.

In order to keep my medical records as succinct as possible, I also get all my labs done at Duke, all my tests, and try to see as many of their specialty doctors for my needs that I can. I believe that makes it easier for a Medicare reviewer to get an accurate snap-shot of me as a patient without them even having to get me involved.

I also try to keep a home log of as much of the daily irregularities, strange pains, sicknesses, etc. that crop up just in case I ever do have to prove anything to Medicare on my end. I am far from perfect at this, but at least my little book gives me a good start should I need to recreate these symptoms one day.

It is always a good idea to be looking ahead and planning ahead in case your insurance situation changes unexpectedly. Try to figure out what you'd do if what you have in place falls through. Take advantage of the financial councilors at your transplant center. As a last resort, look into the requirements to move to Canada, where CF patients live 10 years longer than we do. (I kid, sort of.)

2. Expect weirding* from your body

In addition to giving you that new chance at life, transplant does the most strange and unexpected things to your body. I call this weird-ing. Some of the strange things that have happened to me for an "unknown reason" include: irregular migraines; persistent, night-time coughing which seems undeterred by either really good sinus care, guaifenesen or anything else obvious; periodic unexplained lab test irregularities; crazy bruising that comes in waves and uglifies the skin on my legs for weeks at a time; unexplained skin allergy issues, even after undergoing extensive skin  testing; random swelling of my glands that goes away as quickly as it comes; and much more.

Skin patch testing at Duke to see if I'm allergic to...everything!

While these things take turns being annoyances in my life, they are certainly not huge in the big scheme of things. And they are not things that turn my life back to the days of feeling like my life revolves around my health - at least most of the time. For that I am grateful to the universe. And I thank this same universe for the relative absence of complications I've had.

More fun things: I have also dealt with more common post-transplant cosmetic annoyances including: Post Nissen surgery (stomach wrap) puffy belly; hair falling out (early on); torso itching as well as phantom itching in places where my skin is numb - no matter how I itch it does nothing to relieve the itch (from nerves healing); puffy steroid face (also early on); and having to be fully sunscreened and/or clothed outside at all times; I guess some people would consider living with a belly full of scars to be a cosmetic negative, but I am proud of my scars and they don't bother me.

Another "wonky" thing I will add here is that my insulin needs have completely changed over the last three years. They have changed in the direction of me needing a lot LESS insulin (I'm on roughly 1/3 the dose I used to be on) which is good in the long-term but really dangerous while you're trying to figure this out and to adjust for changes. This period has been one of immense frustration for me. Insulin needs do tend to fluctuate, but what I've experienced (to the point of losing consciousness twice in a 6-month period), has been out of the ordinary. (It was because of this that I went onto a continuous glucose monitor, a small pod that sticks to my belly for a week at a time with a small tube in my skin, which tracks my sugars up to the minute (almost) and warns me of falling and low blood sugar numbers.)

3. Some things with your body will go downhill or become more noticeable

After your body has figured out how to breathe and is not constantly fighting off infections, it turns its attention to other maladies which may have only been slight problems in the past and starts paying much more attention to them (i.e. sending a lot of white blood cells to the area which cause chronic inflammation and leading to more problems.)

The biggest change for me has been the increased problems with my sinuses. I have pretty much always had chronic severe sinusitis, but I've never needed surgery and it wasn't until after transplant that I was forced to start doing saline rinses twice a day. That regimen quickly elevated to saline + a steroid + an antibiotic rinses twice a day, which is where I'm at now.

To explain the danger of this, I have gotten 6-7 sinus infections in the last two years that eventually made their way down to my lungs. Fortunately, I was able to fight that with a good old oral antibiotic for a couple of weeks. The danger lies in the repetition of this cycle, as far as protecting my long-term lung health. I try to be as good as I can be with preventative care, but almost every cystic I've ever met will talk about sinus rinses in a loathing manner; I am no different. 

Lastly, the meds themselves cause problems of their own! The biggest problem is for the kidneys. I have been doing OK in this respect, never great, but hanging in. I am constantly trying to stay hydrated, keep my blood sugars in control and not do things that will dehydrate me. But I am far from perfect, and I like to drink coffee, wine, and I don't always like just plain water...  But it's time for me to see a kidney specialist. And that's what I'll be doing in August - hopefully to get a jump on ways in which I can preserve my kidney health to avoid needing a kidney transplant.

Smaller things: I have had to go on blood pressure medication for the first time in my life. I have to see a dermatologist twice per year to check for unusual skin spots. The meds bring old sun scars out on your face even if you get no new sun after transplant.

Zoning out at acupuncture - this was for my sinuses

The bruises I get are awful - the current theory is that occasional stress on my kidneys from dehydration, along with the Prednisone and baby aspirin that I take regularly, combine to make my skin super susceptible to bruising. Right now, if I showed my legs in public, people would ask if everything was alright at home.

4. Health is temporary (and also sometimes hard to explain)

When people ask how I am, one of the things I'm fond of saying is that "you're only as good as your next set of labs."

Labs generally are monthly, but there are many times when they have become weekly rituals for me. Like right now! Three weeks ago, my labs were great except for a couple of things, which we addressed; two weeks ago everything was messed up (by "everything I mean the 5 or 6 things we most closely track); last week, things were really good again except for this one outstanding nuisance of a thing that we cannot figure out. And that is a taste of how rapidly things change in this world. Doing "well" or "poorly" becomes a less informative description and the norm becomes fluctuation itself.

I'm fortunate that I feel well most of the time (besides intermittent low energy/needing a lot of sleep, which I'm finally beginning to think of as my normal), so unless someone asks me how I feel and they are familiar with any of this nitty-gritty stuff, I usually just say I'm doing fine.


Similarly, another thing that is true of post-transplant life but is not always revealed to the casual inquirer, is there is almost always something going on. Whether it's a wonky lab result, a random new pain, something that's just not feeling right, something you think might be cancer (that happens more than you'd like since the cancer incidence post-transplant is so high) - there is always something like that going on in my life as a transplant patient. The key is to not let your stress levels rise even as your precautionary self stumbles upon, and even starts investigating, something potentially worrisome.

For instance, I said I've been feeling well, and I have, but this morning I woke up with two very swollen and painful glands under my chin. I took some Tylenol and it's getting better, but still part of me will be wondering in the days to come if this is because I have contracted something from that children's birthday party yesterday or (more likely) that I just did too much the last several days.

I hate to keep mentioning this, but I really have been stressing about the bruising on my legs. It really bums me out feeling so "fragile" and not knowing the cause. I also have this other strange thing going on - in addition to the mystery lab result - that feels like a combined low blood sugar/high blood pressure throbbing head/slightly buzzed sensation. Who knows about that. I'll have to bring it up with my coordinator but I probably won't know more until after my next set of labs!

Sexy time!!


5. Allow yourself to start thinking long term

The other strange thing that's happened in the last three years is that I have had to slowly and painfully shift perspective on my potential lifespan. My experience living the last few years has been mostly awesome, and each day that passes I have only more reason to think that my life will not end prematurely. Sure, on paper, the statistics aren't what I want them to be, but it's sort of in the same way that that's true for everyone. So I have reason to believe I'm in this for the long run, and that's something I never could think about pre-transplant. It was always "now" and the abyss. I was used to that.

An entire list of potential lifestyle changes goes along with this non-futilistic "growing up" realization. Like, you kinda want to start taking care of yourself so you don't die of something dumb.

My coming into this has included things like more water drinking, trying to exercise regularly, buying quality foods to nourish my body and cutting back on or quitting things like processed foods, meat (although that's for many reasons), diet soda, chips, candy and crap like that. I think these types of changes are hard for anyone, and a lot of people seem to struggle with them. I struggle too. But I am proud that I feel non-temporarily "adult" enough now to be striving to be healthier.

6. Treat your life like it's special, but every moment does not have to be special, either

One of my biggest priorities since I recovered enough from my transplant to travel has been making time and going to visit my family. We are all spread out! My mom is nearby in NC, but my brother's family is in Michigan, my step-mother's family is in Ohio, and it goes out from there. Todd's family is no more centralized. His brother (and previously his one nephew) is in Montana, some of his family is in the NC mountains not far away but others are all over. I have taken many road trips to see both friends and family. I have never left a vacation thinking this might be the "last" time I see anyone. But the truth is, that's always a possibility.

I have filled my time since transplant with many people and many things. But I've also spent the better part of the first year, and no small amount of time since, just "being" -- whatever that happens to mean for that day. Sleeping in with my cat? Yes please. Going to the thrift store on a whim to look at the kittens or puppies because it makes me happy? Yes, definitely. Stalking two-faced, cutest-kitten-in-the-world, Pippa, at said thrift store and finally adopting her? Yes! (I digressed.)

Maybe I fool around on the internet all day (something I find increasingly less satisfying). Maybe I spend four hours cleaning up my email, or deleting crap on my desktop, or doing research on something I don't really need. Or cleaning window sills, organizing and getting rid of things. Maybe I lie in bed and read the news all day? (Just kidding, I can't stand to do that anymore. I've been off news for a while now.)

"Good" (more productive) days means going to the gym, doing some yoga stretching, taking care of something that's been hanging over my head, reading, writing, walking the dogs, working on my volunteer stuff. But not always. And I think it's important to allow yourself that - especially the first 1-2 years. And to NOT feel guilty about "doing nothing."

 7. Find a purpose 

It took a while, but as the first year of my transplant recovery dragged on (and I dragged on with it, feeling frustrated by lack of energy/progress/moving forward and all I still couldn't do) I slowly realized a subconscious goal I had set for myself somewhere along the way. In my mind, I would be "fully recovered" from transplant when I was able to go back to my part-time job from which I'd been forced into retirement. I loved that job, and I loved and missed many of the people. I slowly decided that volunteering, something I was already doing a little bit, might be able to fill that void in my life. And it probably took another year for me to really be okay with this and to feel like I had not failed or lived up to whatever expectation. Life had changed, and so I'd had to change with it.

I don't think that everyone will feel this way or even be able to relate to this. My point in sharing this is that when I had my hands in three-plus organizations that I really believed in and knew I was helping people, it really helped me to feel good about what I'd chosen to do with my life. I think that is the important part of this: find something to do that is important to you! Maybe that involves helping other people, maybe it doesn't.

(My little reward after finally accepting my "new life" was to order some nifty looking business cards. I carry them with me and give them out when I solicit auction items, talk to someone who needs volunteer writing or editing help or meet a new friend who I'm trying to recruit for one of my projects. I feel a real sense of pride in having them. It makes me feel like a professional me.)

Soap making is one of my favorite hobbies.
Our 808 Soap facebook page.

I also think that hobbies are great ways to reengage with the world. Whether it's a craft you can give more time to or maybe even start selling, a skill like woodworking you now have time to improve upon, or perusing the things you used to love but have had to give up (games, book clubs, seeing movies, bible study, whatever!) these things give you a sense again of belonging to the world, instead of sitting in transplant world looking out at it all.

I also recommend getting more involved with your community - going to community meetings or contributing to discussions on neighborhood list serves or NextDoor. I've really enjoyed feeling more control of my immediate surroundings and being informed, instead of surprised, about the next big road closure, a new traffic light or a school being built.

Many people I have known post-transplant are very involved with multiple online communities, groups, informational sites, etc. And that can be rewarding and informative too. But there's something about interacting with people in real life that means so much more to me. Especially as you get farther out from transplant, I encourage every one of you to take that step out of the online world and into the real one. Living in the real world is something that many of us with CF have been limited or restricted in doing for much of our lives. Be smart about staying healthy, of course (avoid or move away from sick people, sanitize/wash hands often often, and always carry a mask with you just in case). But for life's sake, try to get out there and really LIVE. The reward can be enormous. And hey, maybe we'll run into each other sometime?

Dorking it up with the Carolina Hurricane's mascot, Stormy


*I totally stole this word from one of my former Nature Conservancy co-workers, Sam Pearsall. In the early 20-teens, he often referred to climate change as "global weirding."

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Highlights of 2016


Todd and I in Bochum, Germany
It's hard to believe another year has come and gone – my second year with a new lease on life! I celebrated my 2nd transplant anniversary on Oct. 23 with close friends. I have continued to not have major health problems, but have had some minor-ish issues with sinuses, skin allergies, mystery headaches, chronic back pain and some fatigue. But I continue to be thankful for all I have, and all of those with whom I have to spend it with – including (or, especially!) Todd and my precious animals.

My mom with the new member of the household!
The highlight of our year – besides our amazing Europe vacation – has been our newest feline family member, Pippa. I stalked Pippa at the pet shelter for 5 weeks before I actually got her. I kept going to visit, hoping that someone hadn't taken her. After all, she is very special, she's a two-faced cat! Half of her face is black and half is calico. I got her so that our young-ish cat Maya would have a friend to play with instead of bothering our oldest cat, Gus. Things could not have worked out better. She and Maya are best friends. They chase each other around the house and are constantly into mischief. Pippa is also sweet with the dogs, sometimes sleeping with them, but also sometimes using their wagging tails as swiping toys. One of Pippa's favorite things is to be picked up and carried around to see things with her daddy. She purrs and purrs and relaxes in his arms. And sometimes when I'm lucky, she will fall asleep on my lap at night purring and purring and stretching out so that she's as long and lanky as a string bean!

Pippa Smith-Platt with her sister Maya
Our dog Doc (both boys are now 11.5!) had some medical issues during the time I was visiting, but holding off getting, Pippa. He had a lump biopsied that came back as minorly cancerous. The doctor said a second surgery was almost sure to keep the problem away permanently. We went ahead with it and thank goodness the second surgery went much better than the first (not as much inflammation and no infection). He's been doing well since!

Doc was such a good patient even having to wear the cone
Sam has had some skin issues. He's now on an expensive synthetic steroid medicine that Doc takes and it has been an amazing difference. All the cats have been fine, with the exception of Gus getting diagnosed with FIV (feline immunodeficiency virus) this summer. So far we've had very few problems with it. In other cat news, the introduction of another indoor cat (Pippa), led to making our back porch into a catio area – a patio for cats! It has cat trees, plants, other things that are good to scratch and lay on. The girls have enjoyed it a lot and ask to go out every day, even now that it's cold.

Maya (black cat) on the catio

Human News

Todd's 50th birthday was June 26th this year and I arranged a semi-surprise boys' weekend in the mountains for him and a few of his best college buddies. Tom (Todd''s best friend) even flew home from Ireland for the occasion!

From the end of October until Nov 5, I was worked a ton in preparation of the annual Casino Night Fundraiser for The Lung Transplant Foundation.

Friends Millie, me, Chris, Kirsten and Martha at Casino Night
The night was a big success – we raised twice as much as last year! My major duty was handling the silent auction. I did all kinds of soliciting (begging) to a bunch of friends, and friends of friends...I was lucky in that I know a lot of people with small businesses. One fun thing my friends helped me with was soliciting a handbag from a big-time local handmade purse maker named Holly Aiken. At a birthday get-together, some of my friends brought their Holly Aiken bags. Instead of posing with all us girls, like I had planned, someone had the idea to make all of our husbands pose! The result was hilarious and brought Holly Aiken right over to our side. She donated a great bag and also wants to frame the picture and hang it in her store!!

Our friends Matt, Craig, Todd, Chris, Charlie, Jason, Greg and Ross
To expand a bit on my health, I developed some major skin allergies, to what? we were never able to find out. I went through panel testing with the Duke dermatology folks as well as blood testing – all negative! (Probably because of my suppressed immune system.) Yet some things clearly make me react, so it's been a bit of trial and error. The whole experience was a nightmare that lasted many months of the summer. And I was not able to wear sunscreen (some of which was making me react) during the months I needed it the most! I became well acquainted with sun protective clothing.

For my patch test, I had to wear this around for three days during the summer...and was not allowed to shower or sweat!
I went back to see my sinus doctor (ENT, ear-nose-throat) doctor from UNC this fall – so weird being back there! - because I have had a horrible time with a nighttime cough for the last half year or more. My pulmonologists and I have played around with allergy and asthma meds but nothing seemed to help long-term. I now have two pretty nice nasal polyps, for which we are trying things to deal with other than surgery. The doctor says that when one part of your body is healed, it can cause problems previously more minor to flareup. Perhaps so. I am currently doing a steroid/saline rinse and it has helped some. But still I notice a lot more going on in there than I used to. And I will pretty much do everything possible to avoid having sinus surgery, including continuing to live with this nuisance.

I did go into the hospital one day this year back in July. I came down with what we eventually discovered was a virus that went to my lungs. I was feeling awful, coughing, fever, and went to the ER. They admitted me for one day, gave me some IV antibiotics, did a ton of lab work and sent me on my way with some Cipro. Isn't that nice! It also coincided with our AC being out, so the timing wasn't bad.

I have also been dealing with mostly minor headaches. I'm not sure how much of it is sinus related or what. Still a mystery. I have some pills I take when it gets bad, but that isn't often.


A colorful day at pulmonary rehab, me and Edie
I am still going to pulmonary rehab, and trying to push myself a little more than I have been. I feel like I've become lazy and compliant. Maybe I have somewhat. But it's soooooo nice to not HAVE to exercise to feel good! That also makes it harder for me to stay motivated (although, for perspective, my old CF doctor has told me that exercise is even more important post-transplant than pre-transplant.)

Todd is doing alright. It hasn't been the easiest fall for us, but hopefully things are leveling out for a while. Todd's company, where he's worked for 20 years as one of their first employees, got bought a couple of weeks ago. So far there are no major changes, although the focus of the company as a whole is probably going to be shifting. Jury is still out on whether or not it's going to be a place Todd wants to stay long-term.

Merry and Bright

At the Smith-Platt household, we are poised for a very Merry Christmas! Our dogs might be getting the most presents they're ever gotten, and of course the kitten has several coming as well. We are doing things a little differently this year. Mom, Todd and I are going out to a nice Christmas Eve dinner before retiring to our house for the evening. Mom will stay the night and we'll do Christmas in the morning before leaving for the mountains to catch Christmas dinner with some of Todd's family and enjoying a few days up there.

Trips!

 

Our friend Dejah with us at Wiseman's View overlooking
Linville Gorge on a mountain trip this summer

In early April, my mom and I and Doc and Sam drove to Glenwood Springs, NC (about 7 hours away) to visit with my cousin Anne, her husband, two kids and my Uncle Roger on their horse farm in the mountains. It's very pretty where they live and they are such great people to be around! Doc and Sam fit right in with their pack and were absolutely spoiled by Miranda and Evelyn.

Miranda and Evelyn
Doc and Sam hanging out at the barn
Miranda loving on Sam
Evelyn takes a break from brushing Sam
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Todd and I outside a restaurant in Bochum, Germany
In early May, we took our biggest trip of the year overseas to Germany, Belgium and Ireland! Nathan, Jo Ellen and Simon lived in Bochum, Germany for five months – Jo Ellen did a teacher exchange. We spent several days bumming around their home town of Bochum with Simon as our tour guide. My favorite day was when we decided to walk across town to the children's zoo. We ended up going the long way and I was so tired of walking! At last we reached the park in which the zoo is located and it was beautiful. There were giant trees, meandering paths and bunnies galore!!

Another delicious bakery
Sleepy Simon on the train
Simon and Nate in a small town near Bochum that all of us visited
Simon waiting for the slow adults on a castle tour
Next, Nate, Simon, Todd and I rode the train to Ghent, Belgium. On our way, we had a short layover in Cologne and we were able to pop out of the train station to see the famous cathedral right in front of us!

Koln Cathedral
We stayed in Ghent, right along the canal, for a few nights, making a side trip to Brugges. Ghent and Brugges are two of Europe's towns that survived bombing in WWII and still have medieval buildings. Both places were really neat to walk around, and the contrast between old world buildings and modern life was quite lovely. We also enjoyed great Belgian beer (my favorite!!) and chocolate.

Ghent at night
Our hotel was located on a canal like this
Artisan owl chocolates in Brugges
We started our second week flying to Ireland to see our old friends Tom and Maria who have lived outside of Dublin for the last few years. Tom played an exquisite tour quite, driving us relaxedly yet efficiently through central western coastline towns and villages. We first stayed in Galway and then moved on to the Burren – think, barren, not much tall growth and lots of bristly ground cover and rocky terrain. It was a good jumping off place for the Cliffs of Mohr and the Burren Perfumery the next day as well as some cool ruins and dinner at a good pub where the owner was cousins to a former Hurricanes hockey player (!).

Entrance to the garden at the Burren Perfumery
Kilbeggan Distillery Tour
Hiking at the Cliffs of Mohr
Visiting cool old stuff
The monestery
Part of the royal gardens
The tower next to Yeats's house on a lovely river
Former Hurricanes' Jeff O'Neil's second-third-something cousin
Enjoying a sunset outside the pub
More cool, ancient church and cemetery ruins awaited us the next day as we worked our way toward Connemara. Tom took us to a beautiful national park in Connemara. We all started out hiking up a path toward the peak of a mountain. I lasted maybe 2/3 of the way up, which was more than I thought I'd be able to do.  Tom and Todd continued the rest of the way and it sounded like a tough climb. While they did that, I went through the mountain bog exhibit – fascinating to me because at The Nature Conservancy we also worked with mountain bogs and would try to figure out ways to get people engaged by them. The exhibit did an awesome job of showing the history, cultures, tools, foods, and animals that all came from the area. Very neat. We saw some more ruins and then finished the day at the famous gardens of a monastery.

A Connemara horse - specifically bred to work
the mountainous bogs in the area
Walking up, up, up on the Connemara trail
One of the famous "bog women" found preserved in the peat bogs of western Ireland.
We saw the actual bodies in a museum in Dublin!
Elaborate decorations at grave sights
An abandoned church with cemetery
The next morning – MUCH to my pleasure (and insistence) – we went to a sheep farm! We were, of course, in the midst of baby sheep season - only the best time to visit Ireland. Those guys are so darn cute! I just can't get over squealing every time I see them. Anyway, at the farm, we saw a sheep dog demonstration – very impressive – saw how they harvest bog peat for fuel and also got to feed the baby sheep!! They were so cute, roaming around their small holding pen, making sounds like they were starving because they knew what was going to come next (food!).

The baby sheep scarfing down the milk
This one was my favorite - moving too much to get a good picture!
On the last part of our road trip, we checked out some more ruins, saw more baby sheep, (almost got the perfect baby sheep picture until Todd interrupted me with something silly) and drove to the end of a small, remote island with breathtaking views of the ocean and all of the small-village, slightly decaying Irish charm you could ask for. For the record, I was the first one to introduce the island's coffee shop to an iced espresso drink

View of the beach at the end of the island
Me with some very Burren-looking rocks in the foreground and beautiful blue ocean in the background
We spent the next day roaming around with Maria (our luck with beautiful weather having run out) added to our group - she had been in the US visiting - to see some more cool old stuff and another national park near where they live. Our final day we took the train into Dublin, did a little shopping, and met Maria for a delicious dinner. All together we were gone for almost 2.5 weeks. Amazing trip!!

An older-than-Stonehenge-type of circular monument near Tom and Maria's house
Cool spiky grass
More cool old ruins in the background
A sign from a famous Saint, I think
In June, I went up to Cleveland for about a week for the Transplant Games of America. I also got some good family vising time in. Mary Ann, Amy, Jay and Keri all participated in the 5K walk with me! I also did poker and trivia. Next time I will do something more physical. It was an amazing experience to meet so many people who have been through so much more than me. I was also encouraged by meeting some “long-time” transplant survivors (15+ years.) The next Games will be in Salt Lake City in 2018. Anyone is welcome to join me!

My good friend Jessica and I who arranged the games for Team North Carolina
The Kalasunas-Sutton-Buchholz-Smith cheering section!
(Amy, me, Keri, Jay and Mary Ann)
State pins from the Transplant Games
Me in front of the wind mobiles for the Transplant Games
In September, mom and I went up to Michigan for a belated celebration of Simon's 5th birthday! We played soccer in the yard, went to a nature park, ate Blue Moon ice cream, and watched one of Simon's soccer games and swim lessons. It was good bonding time for all of us. On the way home, we stopped in Cleveland and had a spur-of-the-moment lunch visit with Mary Ann.

Michigan moon rise
Simon in his raccoon ears and tail at the nature center
Blue Moon ice cream - cheers!
Simon playing goalie
Simon at his swim lesson
For Thanksgiving, Todd and I went up to Cleveland (I usually go and this year he was able to join me.) Nate, JoEllen and Simon were also able to come! It sure was good to see everyone although, unfortunately, my nieces were with their father the entire time. Todd and I took Simon to the Natural History Museum (dinosaurs, rocks, glaciers, etc.) and he had a blast. Nate, Mary Ann and I spent the good part of a day going through dad's old stuff: books, paintings, CDs, DVDs, old pictures. I've been up there and gone through his stuff before, but somehow it was sadder for me this time. I think I wasn't as prepared for it as I have been before. Before we left, we had a big fiesta dinner with Jay, Keri, Amy, Nathan, JoEllen, Simon, Todd and I.

Todd and I take Simon through the animal habitat at
the Natural History Museum in Cleveland
Thanksgiving meal at Amy's:
Joe, Nathan, JoEllen, Amy, Mary Ann and Paulette

Happy Holidays to All!

Sam in front of the Christmas tree