Diamond Daze

The neglected posts and absence of attention to this blog....there is a valid reason. Many of you who visit this blog in the next few days and weeks may have been driven here by a post in our Christmas card to visit. Some of you are  returning as old friends to a blog I loved to update. However It has sat silent for an extended amount of time. I could list excuses. Share technical challenges but I prefer the truth. Plain and simple my reason for keeping the blog, my lust for recording life was gone. My lust for a lot if things I loved had taken a backseat to an impending feeling of personal gloom. Not really what you had in mind for a holiday greeting I am thinking but again it is the truth. I remember the day I knew I had enough. I was sitting at a Nebraska football game with me Sister-in-law Kris and telling her how crappy I had been feeling. Yes I used crappy in my "holiday greeting". Crappy is the nice pleasant publishable word.

The abbreviated version of this year will as usual give you a small recap of a year in our lives. There was a small trip to Sunny Phoenix last January with friends on business and pleasure. I wish I could say I had a lovely trip. Not being one to share gloom and doom but again being honest. I was miserable. I felt sick. I was sick of being sick and tired. The straw that broke the camels back was the Lindsay Holy Family fun night at which Mark and Ron were the auctioneers for the evening as Mark had done so many times. I noticed a shirt that I had wore around the holidays was fitting tight and my tummy was protruding. Then all hell broke lose. Yes hell. I will use it because that was what was about to break lose.

We conducted an auction by Hastings Nebraska. The following day I was scheduled to have a Dr appointment with my general Practicioner Dr Zaruba. People who know me know I was never particularly fond of Doctors, so Ron went with me. Before I knew it I was in the Colunbus Community Hospital emergency room on the insistent urging of Dr and his Nurse Sandy who we credit for ultimately saving me life. Such would begin a journey to save my life in the roughest Road trip to Omaha for my extended stay at the University of Nebraska  Medical Center Hotel, night club and day spa..

Here's where I might have to abbreviate things a bit. Things went from crappy to the pits of hell. Things got real real fast. I went from the happy go lucky hard working fun loving girl to a battle tested life fighting Ninja. The big medical words I heard sort of made sense but hearing your liver is failing and to save your life you need a transplant sent me into survival mode. I was not going to let the liver win. I was going to win, come hell or high water....which ironically spring was extremely wet and  floody most of which I watched out of my window on the seventh floor of UNMC.

As most of you have probably figured out by now or witnessed in person, I did get on the transplant list and on May 17, 2015 Ron and I were introduced to our new friend, Leroy the liver. Our new friend was healthy, strong and was just what the Dr ordered Litterally. When I was trying how sum up this year I contemplated this version. I got sick. I almost died. I got a transplant. Merry Christmas. However I obviously changed my mind. After an eternity at Club UNMC Ron, Leroy and I were headed home to Cheerio and what would be the longest, hardest a summer of my life and our climb out of the pit of hell.

Fast forward 6 months later and here we are. It's the middle of the night and I am pouring over the last year in my mind thinking, what just happened and as soon as I find that bus that hit me....I am going to stop it and thank it. Yes thank it for giving me the ride of my life and taught me just the kind of person I truly am....

Happy Holidays to one and all and here's to a great 2015. My greatest blessing of this year beside my friend Leroy and his old friend my donor is one Mr Ronnie boy Stock. You could call us the dream team, the nut truck or the hellovator Warriors. I call us.....

The perfect pair.