Rolling with the Punches

We have had a mouse in our house.

UGH.

We kind of knew we would. I mean, we move to an old farmhouse with an acre and a half of land behind us, so we were expecting little visitors, especially with all this snow.

This morning Brian checked the trap he had set up last night, and cheered, “Got him!” (Side note #1: For all you “save the mouse” people, yes, we killed him, so please just accept this and don’t be a hater.)

For days all I’ve been saying is, “Get that disgusting vermin out of my house. He is wreaking havoc on my perfectly organized shelves and leaving his tiny, disgusting droppings behind as if to laugh at our ineptitude in catching him.”

So I was completely unprepared for my reaction.

I crumpled. I sat down on the couch and wept.

Bri stared at me, wide-eyed, not quite sure what to do or say.

“The thing is,” I sobbed, “I know how he feels. You’re tooling along with your life, doing what you do, and all of a sudden… BAM!!!! (I believe Brian actually jumped at that point.) Life comes along and snaps your neck.”

That was at 6:30 this morning.

At 7:45, I was ushering my boys out the door and preparing to go wave good-bye at the window, when the phone rang. I saw it was from the hospital and I picked it up, missing my morning routine of blowing kisses and signing “I love you.”

“Angela…” she slowly drawled, “Your thyroid levels are extremely low and the doctor wants to get your scan done right away instead of waiting so you can get back on your meds as soon as possible. Can you be here for dosing at 10:00?” My mind raced with all the details that had to happen between now and then, but I told her we’d figure it out.

One of the moms from Redeemer, our boys’ school, was already coming to clean my house this morning, and she was planning to take Bella with her for the afternoon to play, so I knew childcare was covered for her. I found a ride to the hospital (another Redeemer mom–Side note #2: Our boys’ school is awesome in so many ways!), made a few phone calls, and I was on my way.

But not before I had a complete sobbing meltdown on the phone with Jessie, “My boys.” I said, “I didn’t get to tell them good-bye.”

Little did I know when I was sobbing over that mouse’s snapped neck how I would feel that internal snap of a mother’s heart 2 hours later.

See, I went to the hospital at 10:00 and swallowed a dose of radioactive material that is dangerous to the growing cells of my little ones. I am now sequestered in my room until Monday unable to be with them except for a quick hug once or twice a day. (Side note #3: I am not allowed around children, but I am allowed a prudent distance from adults.)

I will return to the hospital on Monday (Side Note #4: This is a correction from Bri’s previous post. I go Monday, not Tuesday) for the scan and we will hopefully have same day results. My parents will be here with us off and on over the weekend and throughout part of next week to help Brian and to care for me. There are some mild side effects to the dosing that are uncomfortable, but other than the continued extreme fatigue and emotional exhaustion, I will be okay.

I am able to be around adults 3-6 feet away, so after the kids are in bed, I can go downstairs and hang out with Brian and watch the Olympics, but mind you, I will sob over every American win, every tug at your heart success story, every Star Spangled Banner played, every emotional Visa commercial, and poor Brian will be absolutely insane by the end of the weekend. But at least we’ll be together (Side Note #5: He has to sleep on the couch. He might not mind too much after watching the Olympics with me.)

We’ll keep you posted… and in the meantime, thank you for praying for us.

That blesses us. It truly does.

18 responses to “Rolling with the Punches”

  1. Praying for you, sister, with all my soul. {{HUG}}

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  2. I love that, through all this hell, your sense of humor is still intact. πŸ™‚

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  3. I’m praying for you right now.

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  4. Thinking and praying for you and I pray the scan goes well with positive results. Believe me, I know the feelings of fatigue—both physically and emotionally.

    LOVE YOU!!!

    Becky

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  5. Still praying. Thanks for the update. Glad to hear that it was a sudden change in plans, I felt bad that I didn’t know before….. Hugs!! Hugs!! Love you and praying your fam through the weekend : ).

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  6. Hi Angie! I’ll be praying for you this weekend and thinking of you as I watch the olympics miles away, also crying at every american win, come from behind sucess story, and generally driving Drew insane with my olympic mania! And as I side note, I loved your post from the other day and can’t believe how long Audrey’s hair is getting!

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  7. Angie,

    Somehow you’ve managed to make killing a mouse and getting radioactive dye funny. I know it doesn’t feel that way 😦 I’m so glad you’ll be able to stay at your house this time instead of having to stay at your parents’. We’ll be praying sweet friend!

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    Melissa Bruining Teeter

    Praying for you. . . πŸ™‚

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  9. wow. sigh. what an emotional whirlwind of a weekend. know that I couldn’t have made it through grad school without your love and support and know that I will feel your presence at the ceremony tomorrow….i love u friend.

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  10. Tears for your moment of neck snapping this morning.

    And prayers, more prayers than I could say.

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  11. Sending positive thoughts and prayers your way.

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  12. Why did I think this was next week? I’ve been sequestered in my den…doing accounting. Just finally able to get on the computer to catch up a little.

    I am sending the biggest, warmest hug your way. It’s huge, in fact. πŸ™‚ I’ll bet you’re watching the olympics right now…just as I am. It’s good to know…good to know that right this moment, you are sitting with your Bri, as I am sitting with The Man.

    And there are no mice in either of our houses. (fingers crossed for that one.)

    And fingers crossed for you.

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  13. You will be in my heart and prayers this weekend. Sorry you didn’t get to hug the kids before hand, but glad you are getting this over with and can soon get off this terrible waiting period and also get back on your Thyroid meds. Praying for good news, and a very fast weekend.

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  14. we are praying for you all!! we love you πŸ™‚ !!!!!!! oxoxoxox God bless you and keep you.

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    judieyoung@hotmail.com

    My sweet one,

    Praise God He is in control. All things, not some things, but all things work together for our good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose and for those who are predestined to be more like His Son. We are the only ones that can count it all joy when we encounter various trials, seeing our faith tested, and the outcome being endurance. Endurance will have its perfect work and we will be perfect lacking nothing. His thoughts will be ours, our union with Him be be sweeter, our confidence will be greater, for He who has begun a good work will complete it till Jesus comes.

    May the Lord direct your heart into the love of God and into the steadfastness of Christ.

    I go on Monday, for an ultrasound of my liver. Our Father will be with us, He will never leave us or forsake us.

    I love you dearly,
    Judie
    xoxox

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  16. Angie – I know that this is not how you expected this to go, but we must trust in God’s doing, not in our plan or schedules. I’ll pray that He makes himself SO known to you and present with you in your isolation. And it goes without saying that we’re praying for a CLEAR scan next week! We love you dearly!!!!

    Love,
    Kristin

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  17. Hi dear one. Thinking of you just now and can relate somewhat to this ordeal. So, so, tired. I remember this very well. Praying for you and loving you much.

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  18. Last week, as Chris and I were sitting on the couch getting ready to watch a romantic movie, my head on his shoulder, we both startled at the same moment. I gasped, “WAS THAT A MOUSE?” Chris answered with, “Ugh, YES!” Talk about a mood killer!!! That little mouse ran right into our half bath. I was so scared I could have cried! As I waited for my studly husband to figure out what to do, he said, “I’m going to need your help.” I think I literally said no five times before he threatened to call the neighbor and ask him to trudge over here in the 20 feet of snow! I submitted with fear and trembling! He blocked off the bathroom door with a big plastic tub and said I needed to go inside the bathroom and chase the mouse into the tub. I said, “you want me to go in THERE?” He said, “yes, or you can put the lid on the tub when he’s in there. I definitely got the typical female “ewwwww, it’s a mouse” gene! After hopping over the bin, I think I flew on top of the toilet seat in record time, with my pole in hand! The intruder was hiding behind an air freshener can. With every muscle in my body tense, I used my pole to knock down his barrier, and as I SCREAMED, the furry creature ran right into our trap! Chris closed the cover on the tub (clear, so we could still see him…ewww!), and put it in the garage. We had planned to take him far, far away the next day! Well, the poor mouse (notice my compassion, now that he is not running loose) didn’t get his neck snapped in a mouse trap, but he did freeze to death in our trap. I guess I felt a little bad after Chris told me, but I was still incredibly grateful that he was not going to be watching the movie with us!

    I hope this little comedy made you giggle. I know it would have been hysterical to see on video! I am praying for you, Angie! I know it is especially tough for Type A people like us to have OUR plans changed!

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