Hysterical and Historical

So first, Hysterical...Dustin comes up to me the other day and is looking at my forehead (which seems to be getting bigger!) and is noticing several lines caused from me raising my eyebrows constantly. With just slits to be able to see through, I have to raise my eyebrows so I don't look like I'm asleep! Anyway, Dustin is kind of rubbing my forehead and says, "Dad, you need to stick your head in the dryer and turn it on to 'wrinkle release'!" Toooo Funnnnny!

Now thanks to Randy playing Tag...Historical:

What I was doing five years ago: (September 2003)
1. Working at Hanford as a Hazardous Material Specialist.
2. Serving as a counselor in the bishopric and working with a newly called financial clerk in the Edison Ward. (It was a challenging call since the new clerk didn't even balance his own checkbook!)
3. I was barely 42, had just celebrated a 20th wedding anniversary, father of five kids, the oldest just starting her senior year of high school, and the youngest was just starting 1st grade.
4. Finished my Bachelors Degree in Energy and Environmental Management.

Pet Peeves:
1. Cell phone users who can't drive real well to start with and try and do both simultaneously.
2. People who assume entitlements.
3. Not having enough hours in a day or the ability to be two or more places at once.

Some things I would do if I were a billionaire
1. Fill my gas tank.
2. Help my kids start their own businesses.
3. Philanthropy
4. Wish that I wasn't a billionaire so that I could relate with ordinary people.

Favorite foods:
1. Burrito Colorado from Casa Chapala Express in Richland.
2. Anything Brooks cooks.
3. Homemade freezer jam and fresh salsa.

I tag anyone who reads this and hasn't done it already! It's not as easy as it looks at my age!

Alexis' Joke

Alexis remembered this joke from years, and I mean years ago. "Dad, see if you can find that joke, you know, the one with a tree, and a smudge, and a dog?" "What?" "You know, the Sven joke" Well, we found it...
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A Norwegian man wants a job, but the foreman doesn't want to hire him and decides to make the Norwegian pass a "math" test. "Here's your first question, the foreman said. "Without using numbers, represent the number 9.""Without numbers?" the Norwegian says, "Dat is easy." and proceeds to draw three trees."What's this?" the boss asks."Ave you got no brain? Tree and tree and tree make nine," says the Norwegian"Fair enough," says the boss. "Here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99."The Norwegian stares into space for awhile, then picks up the picture that he has just drawn and makes a smudge on each tree. "Ere you go."The boss scratches his head and says, "How on earth do you get that to represent 99?""Each of da trees is dirty now. So, it's dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree. Dat is 99."The boss is getting worried that he's going to actually have to hire this Norwegian, so he says, "all right, last question. Same rules again, but represent the number 100."The Norwegian stares into space some more, then he picks up the picture again and makes a little mark at the base of each of the three trees and says, "Ere you go. One hundred."The boss looks at the attempt. "You must be nuts if you think that represents a hundred!" (Thought you'd like this one)The Norwegian leans forward and points to the marks at the base of each tree and says, "A little dog come along and crap by each tree. So now you got dirty tree and a turd, dirty tree and a turd, and dirty tree and a turd, which makes one hundred... So, when I start?!"

Arriving in "Zion"

As we hit the trail for the last 6 miles, the day and a half of rest and recovery had re-energized the youth. We left a little ahead of schedule and within 45 minutes we had gone 2 miles. We needed to take a long break so that we didn't arrive too soon to our destination where the families of the youth would be to greet them and take them home.

At our second rest stop, we had a vignette that was a portrayal of Ephraim Hanks that was done by Bishop Lybbert, who I interpreted to be an ancestor of Bro Hanks. He did a wonderful job, especially since it was last minute! After a lengthy rest, we were ready for the last mile and half or so. As we came into view of the waiting families, we sang the first verse of Come Come Ye Saints and also the first verse of The Spirit of God, alternating back and forth until the entire group of twenty handcarts had circled. The trail boss then told js that the trek was finished and that we were dismissed to be with our families. It is incredible how close you can get to these youth in just three and a half days. We have another family now that we really do care about and hope that they all continue making the best choices in life. We love you kids!

The Sabbath

Even though it was Thursday, it was treated like the Sabbath, and of course, a change of clothes is in order! No showers, only baby wipes to help clean up with and no make-up either! After breakfast we had a general meeting where Pres Blodgett spoke to the youth about the importance of their patriarchal blessings. Then the men relocated for their priesthood meeting while the women had their relief society meeting. After lunch there was another afternoon of good activities that were appropriate for the "Sabbath". For dinner that night we had a big BBQ with chicken, corn on the cob, pie, and watermelon. That night we had a fireside where there were some musical talents shared along with our Stake President Mickelsen speaking. After his remarks, a testimony meeting began. Within just a few minutes, the youth were lined up awaiting a chance to bear their testimonies with at least a 30 minute wait to get to the mic. There were mostly simple testimonies that were very powerful, a few silly ones that we could have done without, and a couple of testimonies that were quite emotional. A great way to end the last night on the trek.

Sleepy Heads

Zach and Miguel
Curtis....King Tutt
Josh
Layna, Gabby, Courtney, and Ma (Kira left this night for another activity)

The Second Day

Day 2 started quite early for some who couldn't sleep, and it was quite chilly just as the sun was coming up, maybe around 50 degrees? We got up and started breakfast, bacon and eggs, and pancakes. We used charcoal and dutch ovens for cooking which made it a little more authentic. After breakfast, we loaded up our handcart again and hit the trail. There was a reporter in camp from the TC Herald along with a photographer that wrote a nice article http://www.tri-cityherald.com/901/story/258613.html that also has a video (slow to load) and a gallery of pictures. Alexis can be seen in what photo, and our dutch ovens with our brass ID tags (thanks Bro Walker) made it the spread! The days journey was short, only 3 miles, but there were a couple of vignettes along the way. There were also 4 or 5 the first day that I forgot to mention. The vignettes were a nice touch and a break from the trail, even if only for a few minutes. The first one was a mother wanting someone to take her baby so that she could care for her dying husband. The second one was the portrayal of Porter Rockwell, bodyguard of the prophet. The actor gave a great message communicated by the spirit. Next was a young man who was carrying his little brother and they were begging for a drink of water. On the second day, there was another vignette that portrayed a famous mid-wife, Mary Sessions? I think was her name. Sis Goude from our ward did a great job and had a lot of factual information memorized to help tell her story. The last one of the second day was where they took the baby that we had adopted the day before and buried her, something that the pioneers experienced on occasion as well. The rest of the day after the short journey was pioneer activities with games and crafts. During our lunch break, a reporter from National Public Radio interviewed the kids in our family about the experience they were having, so that may be something to listen for. The interviewer was impressed with what she heard and at the end she asked if the kids would get a little crazy for her and lay on the tarp in the shape of the spokes on the wheel of the handcart. This picture is as close as they got!
The night ended with some square dancing and some "talent" along with some modern day music for a dance. It was getting pretty cool and fortunately for those of us who just wanted to go to bed, the speaker system blew out, so cookies and root beer were served and we all went to bed.

Teamwork

This was a nice little test that the groups had to figure out. Although the hill wasn't all that long, it was very steep and the sand/dirt was very loose and deep. The young men from three families teamed up to lower each of their handcarts down to the bridge, then turn it around, and get everyone in place and then they would run up the hill pushing and pulling the handcart. Each time, the young women and adults would loudly cheer them for their success.

Getting Started

Well here is our "Family". We started with a rhyming or nickname name game to get to know each other...Deara Kira, Fortney Courtney, King Tutt, Miguel on the Trail, Rah Rah Pa, La De Da Ma, Zach Attack, Happy Gabby, and Reigna Layna. One of our "sons" not pictured arrived the next morning after recovering from an illness...Josh. He never really got a nickname attached. After loading our handcarts, we hit the trail for a twelve mile journey that would take us up and down small hills, along dusty trails, around corn, wheat, potato, and onion fields. With about a mile and a half to go, the men were separated from the women to be a part of the Mormon Batallion while the women pulled the carts by themselves up a hill that was very sandy. This is a significant highlight that is heartwrenching on the part of both the men and women. At the conclusion of the day, a meal of soup and rolls at 10:30 pm and the camp was quickly prepared to bed down for the night. Sleeping under the stars was not to difficult as tired as everyone was, but the aches and pains some were suffering with and the allergies that others had, made for less than ideal rest.

Keep on Trekkin'

Ten of the youth from our ward decided to be a part of the Stake Pioneer Reenactment Trek. Here they are pictured waiting patiently to find out whose family they will belong to for the next four days. Brooks and I participated as a Ma & Pa and had a great experience. Both Alexis and Brooks endured the trek very well considering they were both sick...no it wasn't dysentary or cholera, but rather coughs and colds. Bronchitis knocked out Ma Walker from our ward, but Pa Walker came along and served as a Scout. The Finger's were also a Ma and Pa from our ward and Bro. Stewart was a Captain. All in all, our youth did pretty well, though we did have some challenges with upset stomaches, ingrown toe nails, and blisters.

Pioneer Day

I used to live in Utah and remember Pioneer Day as quite a holiday with parades and get togethers. Outside of Utah, we celebrate (not a day off from work!) without grand parades, but still we remember just the same, those who followed the prophet, and came west, some not knowing how far or how long the journey would take. They only had the necessities, and some less than that. But most possessed a faith that never wavered. As I ponder today, and will celebrate on Saturday, I will be eternally grateful for those men, women, and children, who we call the Mormon Pioneers. Some made the journey to Salt Lake in the 1840's and 1850's. And today there are many modern day Mormon Pioneers, who, like those in days of old, are exercising their own faith, and joining with us! Hurrah for Israel!

Buying Time

It seems to me that the word time is a part of many phrases, and when you stop and think about them, many are interesting to consider.
Take buying time for example. I haven't seen it available anywhere, but I'm a discount shopper, so maybe I'm looking in the wrong places. If I buy a watch or a clock, am I buying time? Or does buying time mean that I am a procrastinator, or unorganized, or over scheduled?
What about the phrases: "haven't got time", "out of time", "saving time", "wasting time", "spending time", "making time", "marking time", and lastly, "time is money". I came accross this quote by M. Scott Peck,"Until you value yourself, you will not value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it". It has been a "long time" since I "took time" to write anything. I just "haven't had time". The reality is that this really hasn't been a priority, because I truly do value my time, especially when I can give it to others! I will try and spend more time keeping you posted, that is, if time allows!

GPa's Viewing and Graveside Service Schedule

The viewing will be held from 2:30 to 3:30 pm on Tuesday May 6th at McDougals Funeral Home located at 4330 S. Redwood Road in Taylorsville, UT. A graveside service will be held at Murray City Cemetary immediately following the viewing (starting at approximately 4 pm and concluding no later that 4:30 pm)

Status on GPa Scott Day 11, Saturday, 4-26-08

We came in at 7 again this morning and talked with the nurse who said that she had removed the pillow from under his head and kind of put his head over the edge of the bed to help with the breathing airway. We went into the room to find him breathing easier than yesterday, without the moaning exhales or the congested coughs. We stayed about an hour and then went back to the motel where we have been staying the last week, for breakfast. It's about 2 minutes max away. After breakfast, we returned to dad's room to find things unchanged from when we had left about 45 minutes earlier. Greg woke up this morning feeling better than the day before, but after breakfast, didn't feel good at all. He layed down on the chair-to-bed they have there in the room to rest. The doctor stepped into the room and spoke with me briefly and then went and checked on dad. He indicated that this type of breathing could go on for quite some time. He also made mention of us being there and was impressed by our kindness and consideration and faith. It was a sincere and completely appreciated compliment. I was reading the paper and quite tired from a short nights rest and I kind of dozed for a few minutes. Suddenly, I felt something very warm on the back of my neck that got my attention. I sat up and looked over and listened to dad and his breathing. It had become quite shallow from only 30 minutes before. I went over and stood close to him. His breaths were extremely shallow. I woke Greg up and told him that I thought that he was getting really close to departing. He stood on the other side of the bed and felt that the end was near as well. We both let him know that we loved him and that we would miss him, but that it was okay for him to go, and that we would be with him again someday. A few more shallow breaths, an attempt at another breath, then another breath, and then two last attempts to breathe, but his strength was gone, and and at 9:26 a.m., so was he.
William Raymond Scott passed from mortality on April 26, 2008 in Spokane, WA, after a lengthy battle with liver cancer. He was born in Denver, CO on November 12, 1933 and raised by his grandparents James and Julia Scott in Glenwood Springs, CO. He was a hard working man, having been raised on a farm. He worked in the oil fields and in construction in his early years. However, he really found his niche in exploration drilling, working in the Western states, primarily in Utah -- in search of gold, silver, and coal. He relocated to Kennewick, WA in 1981 and worked at the Hanford Nuclear Facility on a drilling rig for a couple of years before returning to Utah. He then worked in a stone quarry during the renovation of the Manti, Utah temple. For the last twenty years of his career he turned to driving truck, traveling across the country -- preferring to stay in the 11 western states so he could visit family scattered across the West. He finally turned in the keys and retired at the age of 71.

His retirement years were filled with short vacations to visit family and in giving service to others. Service was a significant part of his life and was an indicator of who he really was -- a loving, caring man. He enjoyed the great outdoors and being able to fish or shoot guns occasionally. The most important things to him were his faith in Jesus Christ and his love for his family.

He was preceded in death by his wife Betty. He is survived by his sons and their wives: Gregory and Amy Scott, Rancho Santa Margarita, CA and Bradley and Brooks Scott, Kennewick, WA. Scott family grandchildren: Robert, David B., Christopher, Alesha, David M., Derek, Alexis, and Dustin. Scott family great grandchildren: Elise, Eva, Ethan, and Nicholas.

A viewing will be held at Muellers Funeral Home, 1401 S. Union in Kennewick on Tuesday, April 29, from 6-8 pm. Another viewing will be held in Utah Tuesday May 6, (with more details to follow) immediately followed by a graveside service and interment held at the Murray City Cemetery.

We love you dad and will miss you.

Status on GPa Scott Day 10, Friday, 4-25-08

Dad is resting peacefully this morning. During the night he was given some morphine and adavan (sp) to relieve some pain and anxiety. Although he seems out of it, there were a couple of things that happened this morning that he said to let us know that he is still aware to a degree. He opened his eyes for a moment and looked at me, like he was trying to wake up, but soon closed them. I stood by him for a moment when Greg suggested that we have a prayer with him. At the conclusion of the prayer he kind of groaned a little which we interpreted out loud to be his Amen. And then very clearly he said, "Thank you." Then as we were leaving to go get some breakfast, we told him we would be back shortly and that we loved him. Again in a very clear voice his response, "I love you too". His breathing is different than yesterday, with breaths anywhere from 15 to 30 seconds apart. Seems like he always had a cough, and now is no different, although the clearing cough that he has been so accustomed to isn't there, he just breathes through it. The doctor indicated that the secretions in his mouth will increase which causes some of the coughing. He is very comfortable and appears to be catching up on rest! It seems fitting that he will be gone long before the next presidential election, since he really wasn't happy about who was left to pick from.

Status on GPa Scott Day 9, Thursday, 4-24-08

We came to the Hospice House here in Spokane hoping that we might be able to transfer him to Kennewick. It doesn't look like that will happen due to his decline. He received some medication for some back pain yesterday. It must of taken the edge off enough that he has been able to sleep and rest easily. We woke him enough to give him a little water using a sponge straw. We offered him a priesthood blessing of comfort which he accepted and Greg voiced. We once again expressed our love to him and he responded in kind. We met with the social worker to determine if it was possible, or even viable to move him to Kennewick. She deferred to the nurse who took his vitals and looked at some other indicators as to where he is at in his progress towards his next goal. She recommended against it because of the stage where he is at and the fact that moving a patient takes a toll. We asked that they keep him on the waiting list in Kennewick just in case there is another rally. We're not expecting one, and feel tremendously blessed for having had the last few days to spend some quality time with him. His breathing has become pretty shallow and the frequency has slowed to about 4 or 5 breaths per minute, not uncommon under these circumstances. They gave us a pamphlet to read which has been helpful that talks about some things that are involved in the dying process. Some things that we can look back on and see that the process may have begun even before we arrived in Spokane. We didn't realize that this would come quite this soon. But the reality is the Lord knows when it's time.

5pm update....he has woke up and has been visiting with us. For the last hour or so he has been awake and has spoke on the phone to a family friend and to his great grandchildren, Elise and Eva. He still is quite tired though and dozes easily. He is definately enduring to the end and enduring it well.

Status on GPa Scott Day 8, Wednesday, 4-23-08

Seems like dad will continue on for quite some time based on what we have witnessed for the last few days. Today he is once again awake and alert, but there are appearances that he is slowing slightly. The doctor who will be at the Hospice facility stopped by again this morning. We met him briefly yesterday. When he stopped in yesterday he wanted to get to know dad a little. One of the things he asked dad was what was important to him. His first response was his faith in Jesus Christ. His second response was his family. The doctor then asked him what else was important to him that they could help him with. He said that he wanted to be clean and that he wanted to be comfortable. Pretty simple request from a pretty simple man. He's my dad.
They moved him to Hospice about noon today. A very nice facility that is only about 6 months old. The staff here has been very nice. This is a different kind of place, where people come to die. With that in mind, it might seem very depressing, but to me it seems a pretty nice way to finish up mortality with your dignity in tact. Dad took us up on an offer for a popsicle and then chased that with an orange creamsicle. This was the first thing he has eaten in over a week. He said that he never knew a popsicle could taste so good! He doesn't have an appetite, he said it was just refreshing. He has been drinking water regularly for the last few days and has appreciated Greg's chapstick to keep his lips moistened. They shaved him early today and combed his hair before the ambulance came to transport him. Looking good, and still has great color. He gave the slightest complaint tonight of some lower back pain. We asked if he wanted something for it. For the first time, he was agreeable. There just hasn't been enough pain for him up to this point. They came and gave him some morphine about 530 this evening. It's now a little after 10 and he is still sleeping. He said this morning that he didn't sleep at all last night. He's catching up now!

Status on GPa Scott Day 7, Tuesday, 4-22-08

Today was another great day, much like yesterday. Dad was able to talk to several people today and once again, very rewarding. A great spirit has been prevalent throughout this experience. We really don't want to let him go, but we know that it's really in the Lord's hands. He has said some pretty remarkable statements which will be near and dear to us. Having some time to talk about some of our experiences in our family, some that are quite humorous, some that are regretful and have been forgiven, others that will never be forgotten. These are precious moments. David and Christopher returned to California this afternoon. Greg and I met with the Hospice of Spokane rep tonight and signed the papers to have him moved tomorrow. Sacred Heart has been a great facility with a wonderful staff, like a bunch of Boy Scouts, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, cheerful, clean, and reverant! We have really appreciated these wonderful people.

Status on GPa Scott Day 6, Monday, 4-21-08

It was after 10 this morning when we got to the hospital. When we walked into the room, it was rather amazing. Prayers are answered. Wide awake and alert, easily carrying on a conversation, dad was really with us. What a great opportunity to talk about some necessary things about what the very near future holds. He doesn't want to have a funeral, a viewing in Kennewick and then a graveside service, similar to what mom had 15 years ago. Then a chance to talk on the phone with a number of people to express love and thankfulness for having had these earthly relationships. Truly amazing as those conversations took place with very candid conversations, emotions touching all. Then talk of Hospice and moving him in the interim to another room in the hospital that is very Hospice like. Decisions to cease transfusions and monitoring are made by dad with agreement from both myself and Greg. No real need to continue with hourly checks on the vitals, but not everyone has been instructed on the latest doctors order to only provide "comfort care". It's about 4 pm and they come to move him to the next floor in the hospital. This is a very homey room. On the way up, I meet Susie coming off the elevator. She goes up to the next floor and I'm able to speak with her and give her the Book of Mormon and the letter. She commits to read the book and promises to keep in touch. I'm very optimistic. The Kraus' stop by on their way back to the TriCities and supplied a much appreciated dozen of Krispy Kremes! After such a great day, we were so grateful for the tender mercies of the Lord.

Status on GPa Scott Day 5, Sunday, 4-20-08

My body alarm goes off this morning at 6, so not much sleep, but enough. I get ready to go to church and at 8 I am at the hospital planning on being there for about 45 minutes to visit dad and then off to church for sacrament. When I arrive at his room, there is a nurse just beginning to make another attempt to set a PIC line. She tells me that I can come in the room but that I will need to wear a mask since it needs to be a sterile room while this takes place. So I put on a mask and she says that I can help by holding dads hand to keep him from moving and making it difficult for her. He is still quite groggy, much like last night. He responds to requests with either nods or short answers. The nurse gets everything ready and makes the first poke. She is in the vein and takes the next step by inserting a wire which makes it about 3 inches in the vein before stopping. She pulls it out and sees that it is bent. She pulls the needle out and resets. She goes above the initial poke and tries again. No success. Resets and tries a third time and by now it's 845, time to go. But I can't. The nurse decides to try the other arm. Wow, they usually give up way before now. But not Susie. I get to know a little about this lady and who she is, what she believes, and what's important to her. After she cleans up everything and moves to the other arm, she replaces all the sterile necessities and begins again. First poke in the left arm, she doesn't even hit the vein. You need to know that each time she sticks dad with that needle, I have to turn my head because of the pain that it causes him. He winces, and I squeeze his hand and encourage him to keep enduring. When she fails to even hit a vein, I offer up a silent prayer. She resets and makes the second attempt. She hits the vein. She begins to insert the wire. It takes about two seconds. Incredible. She says something along the line of Praise the Lord. I said to her, "You must have said a prayer." She responds that she indeed had said a prayer. The conversation continues in more religious tone as she continues with the rest of the procedure in setting the PIC line. She calls for an XRay to check the placement. As she finishes cleaning up and the XRay people show up, I express my gratitude for her extreme efforts, and prepare to leave the room. She says that she would like to pray with dad and I. I quickly agree and we decide to wait until after the XRay. I go to the waiting room and ponder. I return to the room and she asks if I would still like to pray with her. Again, "Absolutely". She offers a prayer that is quite touching. As she concludes the prayer, I begin to express thanks for prayer, she is quite moved as well and gives a caring hug. As I return to the waiting room, I ponder what has happened this Sabbath morning and determine to write a letter and give Susie a Book of Mormon. As I finish the letter, Brooks and the children arrive. They visit with Grandpa and I prepare to go to the local chapel to get the book that I will give to Susie. As I go to leave, the Kraus' arrive to lend support. What a wonderful surprise. Soon, Greg and his boys will soon be arriving, and dad is watching the clock awaiting that. He is still quite groggy and it seems pretty bleak. I leave and make a trip to the chapel, and then to the airport. When I return, Grandpa is again still groggy, but very much aware of who is around him, and tries to answer, even though they are short answers, they are very much answers that he would give normally. We spend most of the rest of the day visiting together with him until Brooks leaves with the children. Saying your last goodbyes to your Grandpa or your father-in-law is not an easy thing. We are very uncertain what tomorrow holds, and it doesn't look very good.

Status on GPa Scott Day 4, Saturday, 4-19-08

I get out of TriCities about 730 am and head for Spokane. I call my brother in California and let him know what's going on. Upon my arrival they are planning to take him for the procedure about 11. When they come to get him, there has been an emergency that the anesthesiologist's team is called away for, so dad is put in a holding area. He is able to rest a little and again very patient. The radiologist comes and meets with me to explain the procedure and what to expect, both good or bad. At 2 pm, the teams are assembled and dad is taken in for the procedure. I go and grab a bite and then play my own version of patience. Finally about 430, the radiologist comes to the waiting room. Not good news. He was unsuccessful in placing the stint because of the hardness of the liver tumor. He tried several times to penetrate the liver, but to no avail. Although I know that dad has had this mass on his liver for at least the last 3 years, there had been so much done to try and alleviate, if not eliminate the cancer from his body. Now to hear that this is the end of the battle, the fight is over, it hits me, dad is nearing the end of his mortal existence. He ends the day still groggy and sleepy from both the anesthetic and the lack of sleep for the last few days. He is able to respond when I talk to him. I try explain the seriousness of the situation. This is no easy thing to tell your dad that his days are numbered. I call my brother again to update him and he indicates that he will be here tomorrow afternoon with his two youngest sons, David and Christopher. Brooks will be here in the morning with Derek, Alexis, and Dustin. Finally around midnight, I feel tired enough to go and find a motel to try and get some sleep. I plan on going to a sacrament service that starts at 9 so that I can be back to the hospital when Brooks shows up.

Status on GPa Scott Day 3, Friday, 4-18-08

The doc continues to look for another location to have the procedure done. Dad is being a patient patient. They attempt to place a PIC line, but his veins are pretty wimpy and they are unsuccessful. Brooks, Alesha, and I visit since Alesha will be leaving to go back to school tomorrow in Rexburg. About 1045 pm a call comes in that they are transferring him to Spokane to Sacred Heart where the radiologist will perform the procedure tomorrow. He leaves just before midnight on a fixed wing aircraft and is in his bed by 2 am in Spokane.

Status on GPa Scott Day 2,Thursday, 4-17-08

Dad got up this morning after having been given laxatives to clear the lines and went to the bathroom. Suddenly he became very nausiated and vomited a significant amount of blood. The GI doc was contacted and he came right to the hospital to perform an upper GI scope. He discovered that there were vericose veins in both the esphogus and stomach, an indication that the blood flow through the liver was clogged. He recommended a procedure called TIPS http://www.clevelandclinic.org/health/health-info/docs/0200/0237.asp?index=4956 be done at UW Medical Center. Problem being no beds available for 5 days. He is given 2 units of blood to bring up his levels.

Status on GPa Scott Day 1, 4-16-08

After a few weeks of internal bleeding problems, dad woke up today with enough bleeding to have him take action and call his GI doc. The doc put him in Kadlec hospital to do a cleanout prior to performing a double scope. He didn't rest much, and thought that they would be doing the scopes early Thursday.

Preparing for Takeoff

The Blog Bug has infected me and so I will kick this off with just a brief intro. I thought this might be a good way to keep others up to date with a sliver of what goes on around here, but more importantly, a way to journal a little for the sake of posterity.