tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652060794907245192024-03-05T05:13:30.741-05:00 Transparent. Hopeful. Blessed.Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-28262173850997654512016-08-20T21:04:00.000-04:002016-08-20T21:04:15.069-04:00GrowthIt has been well over a year since my last post and much has transpired. Most remarkably is the amount of growing that has happened in all aspects of life. <br />
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My children are amazing and exhausting all at the same time. Ella is now in fourth grade which puts her in my hallway. I find myself wondering how that has happened and proud at the very same moment. She is such a fun kid, full of personality, emotion, beauty, wisdom, and a sympathetic heart. She is open to new adventure and confident in a way that I admire. I love that she reflects on her behavior and tries her hardest (most times) to change things she knows need improving. She is such a good mixture of me and her daddy. This is another thing I marvel at and thank God every day for letting me have a , part in her creation. Grayson, on the other hand, is such an intelligent and sensitive young boy. He isn't always sweet at home, but his heart is tender and he cares. He still loves to snuggle and tells me daily that he "cries inside" because he misses me during the day. How long will that last? He is meeting new friends, reaching new goals, and conquering new fears on a daily basis. My baby is now in first grade. <br />
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I was able to finish another year of teaching which of course brought much learning. It was not the easiest of my years, but not even close to my hardest. Last year was one of growth on the professional level which was frustrating at times. The one thing I know for sure is that I love my kiddos no matter what the situation. We built relationships and learned things we thought we couldn't. And, this summer I prayed for a "new" kind of year and I feel God has provided just that. I was ready to return this month and I am eager to teach this new group of kids. This past summer provided many opportunities to see past students who made me feel ancient, but it was a good kind of ancient. I love hearing about their goals and seeing them (most of them) successful on their own. <br />
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Kermie and I just celebrated another year of married life... that makes 13 now. More like 18 if you count all the years we dated. That is over half of my life and this astonishes me as well! We most definitely get on each others' nerves on a daily basis, but we have a way of making it work. Bunking with someone of the opposite sex (and opposite personality/brain) is not easy. He is the dominate personality, fly by the seat of your pants, artistic, down to earth, and who cares about organization type while I am the check it off my list, slightly ocd, logical thinking, you tell me what to do, and believer in multiple chances type. They do say opposites attract. Each of our extremes help to balance each other and for that I am grateful. :) We get better at being together as each year passes. And, showing our kids a positive and realistic example of marriage is something we make a priority. I know that I pray for their future spouses frequently. Maybe our relationship will help them with theirs in the long run. <br />
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This past summer was one of the best yet! We did absolutely nothing and I tried to stay away from social media to focus on family time. I do feel that we were all able to meet each other on a new level and make more memories that didn't require any extravagant trips or adventures. I am a firm believer that less is more in most situations, so I am trying my hardest to keep that mindset and teach it to my own children. We live in such a corrupt and busy world now days and I know it is robbing our children of experiences and souls that can see past what the world says is important. There are many things available today that do make life more fun, but there has to be a balance in it all. And, that right now is the goal in our household... finding the balance. <br />
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If there was anything that I didn't look forward to about returning to school it was the busy lifestyle. I never want to be so busy that I forget to ask my family how their day was and see when they truly need me. When you have that type a, check list personality like I do, it is so hard to keep the balance and enjoy the present, so this is a constant struggle. I am learning, though, to let things go and enjoy what presents itself. Even at the ripe old age of 32, I am still finding myself and my purpose in every day. I love that it constantly changes and that there is always the thought that my best is yet to come. Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-7360699992805571122015-05-14T18:33:00.000-04:002015-05-14T18:33:03.135-04:00This one's for the girlsIt's officially May and I haven't blogged for three months. In all honesty, I've blogged multiple times in my mind as I shift and thumb through different ideas that pop in and out as the days pass by, but getting on the computer and actually typing this stuff down is another story. On the other hand, over the past several months, there has been one issue that has been a recurrent theme in these "mental blog posts" and that's the issue of why the female species has to be so hard on one another whether directly or indirectly. <br />
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As a female myself, I've lived this reality and would never dream of going back and reliving those childish days when I most definitely chose to surround myself with members of the opposite sex than the "mean girls" that said one thing to my face and another behind my back. I always tried to be selective in choosing my friends while trying to be accepting and forgiving of others at the same time. Life only made sense to me when I felt lifted and motivated by those around me, but at the same time I wanted to make sure I wasn't being judgmental by not associating with those that weren't necessarily the most optimistic and caring individuals. It's too bad that this kind of "childish" stuff followed me well into my thirties. I guess when you are a girl it never truly ends. Much is self-inflicted and some is the result of outside influence (bullying), but regardless of how the shame is placed on a girl's life, it should have never gotten there in the first place. We (females) are emotional beings and naturally selfish (I'm both of these for sure!), but CONSTANTLY putting others down to make yourself look better is not okay. CONSTANTLY manipulating situations to come out on top isn't right either. CONSTANTLY playing favorites and expecting everyone to be a certain way isn't right either. Most people who know me don't typically come to me with complaints and gossip because I don't like taking part. These days, I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I'm usually "out of the loop," and begin wondering what others really think about me as a person and professional. Don't get me wrong, I've most definitely participated in gossip and I will be the first to admit manipulating situations to give myself the upper hand, but I usually immediately recognize this flaw and seek to change myself for the better. In the past, I've typically always kept quiet and went about things on my own and in what way I felt was best. And, although I intend to continue the latter, I refuse to not to stand up against things that I know are not okay. After all, as the adults influencing young children, isn't it up to us to be the role model and show girls the right way to act? Aren't we setting the example of how to treat each other and how to encourage the best in others no matter how hard it may be. There are SO many times that I have had to suck it up, keep my opinions to myself, and sacrifice for the greater good. Can you imagine what this world would be like if the majority of women did this? Can you imagine what message we would be sending the girls under our influence? Life is not a popularity contest and it IS okay to be who you want, when you want. You don't have to make excuses for you, but no matter who you decide to be, you do have to be both civil and respectful. This means women and girls alike need to be honest, encouraging, inspiring, mature, kind and have the ability to see their flaws and fix them in order to better their selves. <br />
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As a school teacher, I see this stuff day in and day out with our girls in fifth grade. We are talking 10 and 11 year olds, people! They are friends one day and enemies the next. Instead of being happy for one another, they degrade and belittle. Instead of accepting differences, they force each other to fit the "mold" of what a girl "should" be. I cannot count the number of times I hear the word "cool" during the school day (This relates to both genders.). Kids have this idea of what is BEST, and this idea is so terribly twisted that it breaks my heart. Do we honestly come out of the womb with these misconceptions or are they something we are learning? Is the media messing with our gender? Are the parents and adult role models playing into this? It just doesn't make any sense to me. I refuse to believe that girls are naturally mean, self-absorbed, and incapable of being decent human beings. I refuse to have children in tears because they don't fit in or have been hurt by the words of another girl. I also refuse to have girls feeling the "shame" they place on themselves because they aren't sure what someone things about them. Life is not all about you no matter how bad you want it to be. Life is better when we are at peace with one another, working to encourage each other to be the best we can be. No where in the mix does that mean talking about someone behind their back. No where in the mix does that mean you have to completely agree with someone else. No where in the mix does that mean you have to be BFFs with everyone. But, what it does mean is that we cannot continue tearing each other apart because these girls will grow to be the same women that do the same things as an adult. The cycle has to be broken somewhere. <br />
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As a mom of a second grade girl, I see and hear about instances of this same type of girl drama. Seven and eight year olds should not have to think about such non-sense. Yet, it happens all of the time. Girls get jealous if another chooses not to play with them at recess. Girls get upset if someone shows someone else a little more attention. I know that a lot of this is due to the fact that we are imperfect human beings from the moment we are born, but I know that us parents could do a lot more to make sure little girls aren't going home with their hearts broken. I know that my daughter is selfish like the rest of us, but I also know she has the power to control that selfishness just the same. Instead of getting jealous, envious, or even, I'd like for her to show empathy and realize she has a choice in how she reacts to certain situations. None of those listed are going to make her feel better, only worse. I most definitely want her to be the best at everything. Doesn't every mother? But, I also want her to encourage others to be the best at everything as well. I would cherish her encouragement of others far more than being at the top of the food chain any day. Meanwhile, it's up to other parents of young girls like myself to teach our daughters how to be girls that inspire and can truly be counted on . <br />
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So, the next time you feel the urge to talk about, put down, criticize, or bully someone of the same sex, stop and think about the potential outcome of your words. As women, we have a huge responsibility of modeling the younger generation. Let's take this job seriously. I know I will. Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-50985504026977005892015-02-17T12:56:00.001-05:002015-02-19T15:23:03.182-05:00Snow BlissAny one that knows me well, knows that I love snow. Yes, I love it because it gives me unexpected<br />
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As soon as I logged in this morning, I realized that it's been a while since I last posted. That seems to be the trend during the school year and might have something to do with us not being at home much during the week. So, I'll take a few lines and fill you in on what's going on with the Donovan Clan. I'll start with Ella and Grayson. Ella is going full force with piano and I'm pretty sure she's found her niche. She's much like her daddy in the arts respect. She's musically inclined and I love that they have that "natural" ability. I, on the other hand, have to have the music in front of me to play anything at all! Grayson is busy playing basketball right now (his first time at it) and has decided he'd rather play it over tee-ball. We shall see. I will say that it's the first sport he has actually practiced on at home... on his own. In addition, we're working on the sibling fights and I'm praying for lots of patience. I think it's gotten better, but we still have miles to go before we're done! We've had to really limit technology time and, at times, I'd like to totally throw all electronics in the trash can! I don't ever remember being so "obsessed" with technology, but I guess that is because it didn't exist! Does any one else have this problem? Fifteen minutes is about the max time I will let either of them play for a day. It's just so hard to know where to draw the line without hindering their creativity. <br />
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Now, on to the rest of us. Kermie has been working non-stop on the house after he gets home from work and on the weekends. Although it may not look like much, he's actually gotten a lot of the "behind the scenes" work done. With our house being so old, he has run into several obstacles that I know are driving him crazy. And, I feel pretty helpless not being able to help with the actual design and building since I have no idea what to do. Consequently, I've just been trying to keep the house clean while all of the madness ensues. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that there aren't many more obstacles and we can get our bathroom and laundry wrapped up soon!<br />
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On a side note, I recently went to a new <a href="http://www.midwaycenter.com/" target="_blank">doctor</a> to see what their opinion was on battling my anxiety, depression, fatigue, etc. I had several blood work tests done and was put on a vitamin (all of which have been thoroughly researched) regiment. After just a few weeks, I was feeling quite a bit better. My energy level itself nearly doubled! I'm very thankful for the energy to exercise consistently at home and keep up with my kids! There for a while I felt terrible and guilty that I felt so worthless. A week ago, I went back for my follow up visit to see how my blood work results came back. My thyroid was all good, but I had several food allergy concerns that I honestly wasn't surprised by. Based on a low, moderate, avoid (not safe) scale, I am to avoid all dairy and egg whites. There were a few other common foods that fell within the moderate range, but the dairy was the kicker. I love all things dairy!!!!! I'm going to try my hardest to LIMIT some of my dairy intake, but to completely avoid would not be living (At least not for this ice cream, cheese, and egg loving momma!)! We shall see how this goes over the next few weeks! On top of the food allergies, I am also trying a more <a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/druginfo/natural/786.html" target="_blank">natural form of antidepressant</a> which means coming off my Cymbalta. So far, kind of rough. I may or may not make it through that transition! If not, life will go on and I'll be blessed either way! :)<br />
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<br />Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-9213736034377604472015-01-01T11:21:00.001-05:002015-01-01T11:21:25.002-05:002015: The Year of PeaceI typically am not one for resolutions because I don't like the feeling of defeat when what I've set out to do isn't very realistic. However, this year I'm going to take a different approach to make my life one of peace. Last year was definitely a trying year (peace-less at times) and was full of many ups and downs, but throughout the whole thing, I learned many valuable lessons. So, based on those experiences, other life lessons, and what I feel God wants for my life, I've created a list of things I'm going to try harder to do this year and a list of things I'm not going to try harder to do. Hopefully, maintaining a balance between the two will fill my life and my family's life with more peace than ever before. <br />
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<li>Write more because it is a form of therapy for me. Possibly a book?</li>
<li>Be open-minded and always willing to learn new things. God has placed too many awesome people and books in this world for me to stop learning how to be the best me I can be. </li>
<li>Forgive and truly forgive! I want to let more "irritating" things roll off and immediately forgive anything that causes unrest in my soul. Life is too short!</li>
<li>Say NO more often so that when I say YES, I will be giving the best of me.</li>
<li>Surround myself with positive people! Life will always be hard, but it's about how we deal with situations that affect us in the end. Positive, positive, positive! We are too blessed to always look at the negative!</li>
<li>Stay healthy both physically and spiritually! For me, this will mean eating well, spending time with God, exercising, and worrying way less!</li>
<li>Spend quality, "there" time with my family! They are my most prized possessions and the time I am with them needs to be meaningful. I don't want to just check it off my list, I want it to be purposeful.</li>
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<li>Making everyone "happy" all the time. I'm making decisions based on what I know is right and best, not what pleases the majority.</li>
<li>Keeping up with everyone else! I love social media, but it can get me down at times. I want to spend way less time on it and when I do, not let those thoughts of comparison steal my joy.</li>
<li>My National Boards. I set out on the journey this past semester, was very motivated, and got ALOT of it done. On the other hand, something happened inside of me that caused it to be burdensome and stressful. I want to be the best teacher I can be and at the moment, this limits me being my best. My heart needs to be in it, so maybe down the road my heart will change.</li>
<li>Make excuses for me. This one is strange, but my whole life I've never felt like I "fit" in. I am very introverted, but at the same time can be extremely social. I've always over-analyzed every moment of every social setting by asking myself, "Am I responding the right way?" "What do they think of me?" But, from now on, I'm going to embrace me for me and know that God made me so I need to stop trying to be everything else that I think I'm supposed to be. Easier said than done, but that's where I am. If I can't relate and interact, then that's not something I can help. I don't mean to come off wrong, but I struggle with this daily! I LOVE people, all people, but I just don't know how to show that very well! </li>
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I'm hoping that this post made sense to the majority. Somehow, I already feel peace just by putting this into words. I hope everyone has a blessed year and that when life throws a curve ball, we mend and react in ways that promote peace. Until next time :) </div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-68257235190438684642014-12-30T21:00:00.001-05:002014-12-30T21:00:22.884-05:00New year, new house! The hustle and bustle of the holidays has about died down, and now the real work begins for us (Kermie and I ... and whoever we persuade to help, that is ). For the past year or so, we have been toying with the idea of remodeling our house. We outgrew this lovely abode many moons ago and had thought we wanted to sell in the past. But after much contemplation, we've decided to see if we can keep the house we fell in love with about eight years ago and change it to meet our current needs. This remodel is going to be a major undertaking and possibly take a while, so I thought that if any of my readers enjoy watching HGTV as much as I do, you might enjoy going through the journey of remodeling our home along side of us. <br />
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Let me first start by telling you a little about this house. When we first bought this house, we fell in love with its' potential, character, and uniqueness. It was built in the late 1800's and has an interesting history as a saloon/boarding house for train conductors stopping by. It has been remodeled and updated over the years and I unfortunately did not take pictures of the house before we got a hold of it. On the other hand, I plan to do a much better job of taking before and after shots of our current renovation. So, I'll begin by showing you what we have to deal with at the current moment and what our plan will be. <br />
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The space below is currently used as a dining/catch all room. Our house is just a little over 1800 sq.feet which makes every room fairly large and open. I love the big rooms, but I also think we have a lot of wasted space. It's time to make use of it!<br />
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The space below is currently our kitchen. Please excuse the messy counters and broken cabinet doors! We are turning this into Grayson's new bedroom. </div>
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The next space is our only true hallway that leads to our only bathroom, mine and Kermie's closet, and our bedroom. We have lots of plans for this space. Some of it will remain a "hall," some will be turned into a laundry closet that is part of the master suite, and some of it will be an entrance to the new bathroom. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can't count on both hands the number of times our current shelving has fallen. It is duck taped in multiple spots!</td></tr>
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This is our current bathroom and laundry room. I can't wait for those two to be separate! Out of this space will be a new guest bath and our master bathroom. <br />
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Next, is the master bedroom. I love our room, the size and color of it. We will take out the carpet and lay hardwood. We will get a new bed and I'd love to have a sitting area.<br />
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The last three spaces will probably have the least amount of reno done to them. We plan to repaint the living room, foyer, and Ella's bedroom (last! Her room has been done so many times!). We are also bringing a piano to put in by our french doors which I am pumped about. It will all get repainted!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ella is on a pillow pretending to be canoeing. Not sure what all of the animals are doing face down in the water!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grayson will take the tall bed and will be getting a natural wood dresser and desk to match. Ella will get a big white bed and some sort of desk as well. </td></tr>
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Now that you know what we're working with, let's move on to the fun part!!! I have been brainstorming as has Kermie for quite some time on how to best make our house fit our needs and keep its' charm. So, here are a few ideas that we have.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Master Bedroom minus the carpet. Add a rug. Something like this. Tranquil!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I LOVE this for the master bathroom. Will probably go with a similar seafoam green, but not the same tile. We are having a large walk in shower. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love both of these breakfast nooks. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am digging the grey cabinets on bottom! IKEA has some that I really like. I also like the open, rustic shelving. It will force me to stay organized!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Definitely doing concrete countertops!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'd love to have a farmhouse sink! I saw one at the Reuse Store in Dry Ridge, but it had a crack! Keeping my fingers crossed!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like both of these looks for the guest bathroom. Not sure on this yet. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We will have a kitchen island that will hold our sink. I still haven't found anything that I totally love, but these are along the right lines. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I also like these two looks for our master bathroom. Other than the color, I can't decide what "look" I'm going for yet.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">
This past weekend, we went to the Reuse Store in Dry Ridge to see if we could find any tile for the bathrooms. We did end up finding the floor tile and the tile for our shower. I want to put something dark in the bottom of our shower to off set the two tones. </div>
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As of now, we have several holes in different walls within our house where Kermie is trying to get an idea of his game plan. He has found lots of cool treasures while knocking out walls and visiting the attic/basement. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is an old piece of tile from the AC Tile Co. It dates back to the 1800s! </td></tr>
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Our first reno will take place in the bathrooms and will happen SOON! I hope to take many pictures throughout the process to show the transformation. And, I'd appreciate any prayer for my sanity throughout this whole process!!! </div>
Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-48777701925911500372014-12-02T19:43:00.000-05:002014-12-02T19:43:22.983-05:00PerspectivePerspective. It's something we all need to have in order to make it through tough situations. It's something we all need to maintain compassion and empathy for those around us. It's something we all need in order to live a life that's worth living. Needless to say, this past year has brought much perspective into my life. <br />
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This time one year ago, give or take a few hours, I knew my life was about to change. As I exited what was once my van, I hurried to my daughter who I was hoping was unharmed from the impact. I found her scared, but totally unscathed. Blood rushed from my head, my vision went black, the van sat in ruins, I was obviously late for work, calling for help was impossible as my cellphone sat beside my bed at home... you name it, it was happening right there in that moment, but my perspective held strong. I knew life could be much worse.<br />
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In the hours that passed, we were rushed to the emergency room where I overheard many scary conversations. <i>She's lost a lot of blood. Her face is unrecognizable with the laceration on the right side. We need to run more scans. The wood could cause infection to spread. The optical nerve is severed. This is going to be a long road to recovery. </i>I heard these things and my mind drifted to dark places. Then, I saw my family. My husband beside me, parents, friends, and many acquaintances were surrounding me in prayer and with their presence. My perspective stabilized and I knew life could be much worse.<br />
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Days went by with multiple doctors in and out of my room. Surgery, stitches, bandages, nightmares of objects flying at my face, indescribable frustration not being able to open my eye, IV after IV, the fear of looking scary to my own children, fear that I had let down my students at school.... these were the things that consumed me. And, then I was placed in a room next to a woman that was much worse off. The lady's health was slowly deteriorating and I knew that the life she led up to that point was not one similar to mine. I was surrounded by family, told that things WOULD get better, and I knew that I would get back home and eventually back to what I used to call "normal." <br />
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Once home, I remained on the IV and became frustrated at having to carry those medicine balls around every where I went. I had my sweet, home health nurse come to visit weekly and I made constant trips back to UK to my marvelous doctors. I looked different and was uncomfortable with myself and the way others looked at me. I hated the fact that children were scared when they passed by. There were going to be so many surgeries and my vision was not improving. I remember thinking about how different my life would be with only one working eye. I panicked any time I remembered that I couldn't see anymore. I panicked when I knew that I wasn't going to be able to teach my students the things they needed to be taught. I panicked when my own kids struggled to find happiness and suffered with anxiety. However, on and off again, I would remember to think about the big picture. I had health insurance unlike many people around the world. I had trained, professional doctors working to put me back together unlike people in third world countries. I looked different, but what did appearance matter? There were people born with much greater deformities and spent their entire lives dealing with it. I was lucky to have the opportunity to improve with surgery. Yes, I was blind in one eye, but at least I had one eye! Not to mention, it was capable of seeing perfectly. I was blessed with a job that placed a very capable young lady who desired to teach in my spot while I healed. Even though I wasn't physically able, I was still able to mentally plan those lessons to be sure nothing got left out. My own children were healthy and time would heal their pain and fears. And, they would probably be better equipped for future tragedy because of this experience. Perspective.<br />
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Months passed. Days were better than others. I had ups and downs as I've recounted in previous posts. I was most definitely healing on the outside, but I can honestly say that the last month or so have been the hardest for me. I've never been one to stay down for long and am usually able to find perspective fairly quick, but my recent thoughts and feelings have kept me down. For once in my life, I can honestly say that I understand what it feels like to be depressed. I'm sure it had something to do with the one year mark approaching. I'm sure my mind is still processing everything that has occurred in the past year. Or, maybe it's just because life is finally back to normal now. Surgeries are over for the most part and my check ups are far and few between. I'm working, being a mom, being a wife, sister, daughter, friend and juggling life like I did before. This time two weeks ago, I would have told you that I wouldn't have been able to handle this day. Driving to work wouldn't have been an option as I would have relived the events of December 2, 2013. But, I am happy and thankful to say that I've regained that perspective again. Yes, this year has been hard and I will probably never totally heal mentally or physically, but I am committing to keeping that perspective that I know is so crucial in life. There are abandoned and starving children as I write. There are people who struggle with drug and alcohol addiction every second of every day. There are others that have incurable illnesses and deal with imaginable pain. But, by the grace of God, I have control of my life and how I handle the negative things that are thrown at me. I have hope and I have been created for a purpose. <br />
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I'm marking this year as a success. I'm marking today as a victory. And, I'm holding on to the perspective that I can help make this world a better place no matter how bad my situation may be. <br />
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Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-4459003352597989842014-10-27T18:44:00.000-04:002014-10-27T18:44:05.457-04:00My Joy times two <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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My children bring me so much joy. There may be times (lots of times ) that I am totally exhausted by the two of them, but there isn't anything that compares to the joy I get from being their mommy. There have been many experiences lately that have brought me much joy. Getting to watch Ella perform at her school's talent show made me so proud. She not only did a cute little skit with one of her good friends, but she gave her very first performance as a pianist. Watching Grayson play in his last tee ball game of the season made me so thankful for the coach he had this season because this little guy loved learning and came a long way. And, seeing my kiddos enjoy all of the fall festivities that come this time of year makes me thankful for the ability to make these sweet memories. </div>
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<br />Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-48619584928575473132014-10-22T16:53:00.000-04:002014-10-22T16:53:17.310-04:00Forever friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This past weekend, we met what I'd consider our "forever friends" in Louisville for a mini-vacation. I say "forever friends" because as you grow, friends have the tendency to come and go, but there are always a select few that stay no matter how far away they are. These are the friends that you don't have to talk to all the time, but can pick right back up with in just a minute of conversation.</div>
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Kermie and Robert have been best friends since pretty much forever. They lived beside each other growing up and have been friends ever since. Lynsie and I met through a mutual friend in college and ironically, she and Robert started dating not long after. It really is such a small world! As kidless-married couples, we spent a lot of time together, but the time came for them to move closer to Lynsie's family and our Friday nights playing Guesstures and Taboo ended. </div>
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Even though we are quite a distance apart now days, we still try to get together as often as possible... once a year and sometimes twice if we're lucky. And, for weekends like this past one, I am very thankful! Here are a few pictures of our time away and here's to hoping for another get together very soon! </div>
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<br />Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-87261516121606967462014-10-15T18:31:00.002-04:002014-10-15T18:36:13.005-04:00my flesh is weak.I know the title of this post seems strange, but it is the <b>truth</b>! <br />
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My flesh is<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> weak</span>. As a human being and only as an ordinary human being, I am <span style="font-size: x-small;">incapable</span>,<span style="font-size: x-small;"> ignorant</span>,<span style="font-size: x-small;"> self-seeking</span>, and down right<span style="font-size: x-small;"> weak</span>. Of course, I've always known this, but my ignorance wins out when I try to rely on my flesh in my daily life. Until about a week or so ago, I was experiencing one of those bumps in life that make you realize just how <span style="font-size: x-small;">weak</span> I truly am without God. I would describe this bump as one that makes you magnify any disturbance into a huge ordeal, one that centers around you, and one that consistently uses the "woe is me" mentality. I go through these bumps from time to time and can't stand the person I become. I tend to obsess about unimportant things and lose track of what really matters. And, they usually happen when I haven't spent enough time refilling my soul with what God prefers I refill with.<br />
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I was rereading a book called <u>What Happens When Women Say Yes to God</u> the other day and one of Lysa's chapters really hit home. Here's a few things she had to say:<br />
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"There are things in my life, little and big, that fall short, don't meet my expectations, and cause grumpy feelings inside my heart..... Usually this happens to me when the busyness of life has crowded out my quiet time with Jesus. When I have not spent enough time allowing the Lord to refuel and refill me, I forget that this is not my real home." </blockquote>
Oh my, she's right on point with my most recent bump! I go, go, go, go, go and all the going takes my heart and mind to things that although may seem dire, shouldn't be priority. <br />
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"As my soul looks up from life's muck and rights the focus of its attention, I find myself pressing back into the river, where Jesus' peace rushes over me, refreshing, cleansing, and invigorating." </blockquote>
And, that my friends, is exactly what I have done. I've met with God, begged for his patience AGAIN, asked for His grace, and refused to let my flesh win my daily battles. I know He listened and I know He is ready to set me back on course, but only if I sacrifice a little as well. One thing that I felt I had to give up in order to regain my internal peace was Facebook. I was wasting time on there becoming frustrated for whatever reason, and losing out on quality time for other more important things. I really do LOVE social media and I love how it connects people, but at the same time, it lets so many other "bad" things seep in at the same time. Judgment, idolizing, jealousy, resentment, idleness, and so many other terrible things are what it allows into my home. These are not good for me, for my family, or for anyone!<br />
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For a week now I have been Facebook free and I'll tell you first hand that it is extremely liberating! I have spent more time with my family and I mean really spent time with them, not with my phone sitting near by. I have been able to get things done around the house that I complained about not having time for. I have spent time in reflection and in devotion. Not only did it free up time, but it set me free from knowing everything about everyone! Maybe that sounds horrible, but goodness it feels great! <br />
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So, today I'm celebrating the STRENGTH that comes when I prioritize my life correctly. I'm celebrating the STRENGTH that comes when I get my daily does of Jesus, give and recieve love from my family, and find satisfaction with where I am in life and God's purpose for me in it.<br />
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On a side note, one thing that I am completely satisfied with is my sweet Grayson! He's a mess most days, whines like no other, likes to pick on his sister, but check out this hunk in his preschool picture and his name written all by himself! <br />
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<br />Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-79246930757926415282014-09-22T20:21:00.003-04:002014-09-22T20:21:39.860-04:00Updates, Narratives, and New GogglesIt's pushing October which means it has almost been ten months since the accident. At this point, the scars from my last surgery have healed; my vision is the same (my left eye an astonishing 20/20, but with super powers in my opinion and my right eye black as can be); my face still itches like crazy from the nerve regrowth and I frequently get reminded that I rub my face non-stop; my upper lid stays irritated from the weight, but I'm thankful that it is helping to protect a portion of the eye; my eye itself stays dry unless I've applied ointment or drops, but I am again grateful that there is relief; and for the majority of the time I'm awake, my mind stays optimistic and on positive thoughts.<br />
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This time of year seems notorious for Personal Narrative writing within the school system. In fact, Ella just finished her personal narrative which I can't wait to read and I am in the process of completing my own. Ironically, we both chose the same topic, the accident. It's been fun and a little scary beginning this piece with my students because they are a new group and have a ton of questions. At the same time, it's awesome to see myself react and process the emotions that come and go as discussions happen. The kids are SO into it, and I'm excited that they are so engaged. I can't wait to have a finished piece and I'm hoping as they see me go through this process, they are encouraged to write as well. <br />
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While doing his typical, nightly google searching, Kermie came across a pair of goggles made especially for chronic dry eyes. The goggles themselves have mixed reviews, but when he asked whether or not I wanted to try them I replied with a quick yes! My thought is that you never know until you try! The goggles come with a sleep therapy that includes pieces of foam that can be soaked in water and worn at night while sleeping. They also have separate beads that can be cooled for cold therapy or warmed for hot therapy. I have never done the hot therapy, but the cold therapy is amazing. Before the goggles, I would sit with an ice pack on my ice, so this is even better not having to hold something to my face for twenty minutes. The goggles haven't cured my dry eye, but I definitely think they have provided relief. So, to any one out there who suffers from this condition, the goggles are worth a try! Check out the link below for pricing and ordering details. <br />
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Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-35075944754845929962014-08-15T21:26:00.001-04:002014-08-15T21:26:45.117-04:00I have too many flaws to be perfect, but I have also have too many blessings to be ungrateful!Shew, what a week! We had four full days of school (five for Ella!), Grayson started preschool, Kermie and I met a new surgeon, Ella started piano, Kermie worked hard/late almost every night and actually became the contact for a new job, I had what I hope to be my last surgery, and a few other odds and ends here and there (I think my anniversary may be tomorrow!).<br />
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So, in regards to school, this year is off to a wonderful start for Ella and me both. She loves her teacher, Mrs. Smedley, and I love my new group of fifth graders. I actually had one of my kiddos come up to me out of nowhere, in the middle of class, and say, "Mrs. Donovan, can I give you a hug? I'm so glad you're my teacher." Of course the answer was yes and my heart was happy. They all seem so very sweet and eager to please... I'm hoping it stays that way!<br />
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The first half of the week was a little stressful, but for no reason. I'm certain that Kermie and I both worked ourselves up about Grayson going to preschool for no reason at all. On Monday, he went to his orientation and I believe meeting his teacher and seeing where he would be during the day made the biggest difference for sure. On Wednesday morning, he woke up fairly easy, got his clothes on, and seemed pumped about his day! The whole family (Ella, Kermie, and I) dropped him off. Since Kermie and I have to be at work at the break of dawn, drop off for us is around 6:45 or 7:00 and is not in his actual preschool room. I thought this might be hard on him, but no, not at all. He walked right in and barely stopped for a picture. He remained on my mind ALL day long, and as soon as the dismissal bell rang, we were on our way to PCA to see our "big boy." His after-school teacher (He stays all day on Monday and Wednesday because transportation mid-day is hard for us to come by!) said he did wonderful all day! It actually took a bit to get him to leave because he was showing Ella everything in the room. What a relief! I was so proud and can't wait to see how this next week goes.<br />
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I think I already mentioned in previous posts that we were going to check out another eye surgeon to get a second opinion about possible little touches to my bottom eyelid. I still don't have an actual eye rim or lashes on two-thirds of the bottom lid, and after initially being told those things would happen, I was kind of let down when my previous surgeon stopped. Don't get me wrong because I totally think he did a fabulous job and would recommend him to anyone, but neither Kermie or I wanted to stop without knowing for sure we had done everything possible to get me back to "me." Dr. Cowen, the new guy, was awesome to say the least. Very personable, professional, and thorough. He was also impressed at my progress, <b>but</b> said that everything that had be done up to this point was working. He quoted the phrase, "If it's not broke, don't fix it!" The things I want (rim/lashes) are minor compared to the big picture and doing more could potentially reverse or hurt things that are currently working for me. He explained that I have a nice, curved lower lid; a healthy eye minus the dryness that I continue to address; and even a nice upper lid minus the droop from the weight. He explained that there is no perfect when you experience such trauma and that at the time, he was pretty amazed. So, both good and bad news I guess. I am happy about the progress, but was hopeful for those final little touches. Dr. Cowen said that eyeliner or tattoo in the future could cosmetically enhance the eye if I chose to go that route, but the important thing was keeping my eye healthy. The only places he said he could possibly help would be inserting a plug into my tear duct to keep the drops and ointment from draining and doing electrolysis on those few lashes I do have that rub against my eye. The first would help keep my eye lubricated longer and the second would prevent abrasion to the eye since it is numb. Kermie and I haven't really talked about it any since coming home, but they are definitely things to consider in the future. <br />
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On to my girl! Recently, Ella has been obsessed with the keyboard in her room. She's going to be much like her daddy and able to pick up things by ear, so I asked her if she wanted to try taking lessons. It just so happens that a mother of one of my students gives lessons, so we did our very first lesson Thursday. Ella was excited all day and is still just as excited. Her and Linda explored the piano by learning the names of the white keys and even put together enough notes to learn two songs. Linda hadn't told her the name of the song as she was playing the notes, but wanted to see if she could figure it out as she played. I loved the way she taught it like that. Ella has some homework until our next lesson and I'm hoping this is something she keeps up with! <br />
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And, now the husband! He really has been working super hard and loves his job. He loves building, learning, the whole business thing, and the "experiences" he has with all of my family! I know that he wants to make this a career and prove to my dad/grandpa that he's serious about his work and after this week, I'd say his dedication is starting to pay off. I beat him home every night and I even got home late each night! He always beats me to work and I have to be there by 7:15! On Thursday, he and my dad met with a new set of clients and dad introduced Kermie as the contact. I wasn't really sure what that meant, but now I understand that he's the go to man for the whole house. I'm sure that's hard for my dad to relinquish all that control because it would be for me too! He and my grandpa built the business themselves and to trust your life's work to someone else is tough! I am praying this is only the beginning of something great! <br />
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Instead of going to work today, Kermie and I headed to Good Samaritan Hospital for my "hopefully last" surgery! Dr. Patel was going to fix the scar below my eye by cutting the tissue out, anchoring it to the cheek, and stitching it back together. Before heading back to the OR, he talked about possibly revising the scar that continues down my cheek, but wouldn't know for sure until he got a better look. I told him I trusted that he knew what would look best and to have at it! After all, he is responsible for putting me together back in December. Anyone who saw me that morning knows how great of a job he did! As I was waking up today, not only was I loopy from the meds, but I became confused when I heard the nurses talking about the work done on my forehead and cheek! Apparently, Dr. Patel excised the scar under my eye, left the other smaller one alone, and decided to go ahead with the scar on my forehead. He told Kermie that when he worked on the first scar, the stretching made the cheek look better. It can be something we can revisit in the office if need be later on. Overall, I feel pretty good. I was kind of sick before going with allergies/sinus stuff, so that along with surgery isn't the best. I'm hoping to take it easy the next two days and head back to school Monday. <br />
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Speaking of taking it easy the next two days, tomorrow is our eleven year anniversary. I'd have to admit I'd much rather be back in Florida or the tennis tournament, but letting Kermie take care of me isn't all that bad! He's pretty spectacular at it and time to rest is probably best any way... or at least that's what I'm telling myself! Happy Anniversary, Kermie! I love you. <br />
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Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-46755956480730691492014-08-04T21:50:00.003-04:002014-08-04T21:50:51.844-04:00Two of My Greatest BlessingsI've been wanting to do a blog post about my kiddos for a while now, so tonight's post is dedicated to two of my greatest blessings, Ella and Grayson. From a very young age, I knew I wanted to be a mom. I couldn't wait to see how my children would look and how they would act. I've always marveled at how God allows us to create such awesome miracles! Now that I've got my own, I'm still in awe of how perfectly imperfect He made my kiddos. <br />
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I'll start with Ms. Ella. She's a lot like me in both good and bad ways! She's the "older" sister, so she's bossy and a know-it-all. I honestly don't like playing with her because she tells me EXACTLY how to play. Heaven forbid I want to name my own Barbie and color a specific picture! (haha) She's creative beyond my imagination and has a huge heart. She's brainstorming ways for me to see again out of my right eye and actually has pretty good ideas if her math and science can lead her in the right direction. Her poor little heart breaks when she has to leave those she loves most. Take my mom for instance. She and Ella have a special relationship that I am very thankful for. On the other hand, Ella nearly has a meltdown when it's time to leave her Nana! I remember being the same way when I was small with my nanny. On the other hand... she's quite the dramatic as well. I know the child deals with anxiety and it's a serious road blocker for her, but she also deals with making things WAY bigger than they should be. Kermie and I are afraid to take her out sometimes because we are afraid of what scene she will make when it's time to go home. We've told her countless times that people are going to think we are terrible parents by the way she acts. Much like her mommy, she gets very anxious at bedtime. Or at least I did as a child and even still have trouble at night if I'm in an uncomfortable place. It's strange how something so specific can be passed down She absolutely loves school and her teachers. She is a deep thinker and can rationalize things that most 6.75 year olds can't. This is both good and bad. Even though I'm partial, I happen to think she's absolutely beautiful both inside and out. She makes my day with her small little compliments. The other day after the day was nearing it's end, she said, " Mommy, your pony tail was perfect today." It's those things that make her even more special. She wants to be as good as she can possibly be and even hoped that getting baptized would stop her from doing "bad" things. How could you not forgive such innocence? She sees the good in everyone and has a tremendous amount of faith. And, last but not least, she makes me very proud to be her mommy!<br />
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Like I've said before, Grayson is most definitely one of a kind! He's obsessed with "workers," "all things cool," and any thing else his daddy does. The funny thing is what he considers cool. He has at least ten wardrobe changes a day which all consist of putting his shirt on backwards, worker jeans, boots, a cool hat, and whatever accessory he can find even if it is his sisters or mommy's. He loves coming home from being gone all day because he already knows what outfit he wants to put on in order to go "mow" the grass. The poor kid will go out in 90 degree weather dressed for winter because he thinks he looks the part. God love him. Grayson is also an instigator. He loves to get his sister all riled up and has no problem being mean when he's bossed around. He is sensitive and caring and has so much love to give if you catch him at the right moment. I can usually count on him to do favors for me when I'm feeling lazy because he loves to make his mommy happy. For instance, I was laying on the couch tonight and asked both kids to grab my favorite blanket. Ella quickly refused while Grayson got up and grabbed it without hesitating. He loves being rubbed and wont let you stop for a minute. I'm not certain that school will be as important or fun to him like it is his sister, but we will find out in a few weeks when he starts preschool. I've tried my hardest this summer, but he gives me about 10 minutes and then he's gone! Good luck to his future teachers. He can say some pretty mean things when he wants which I think is another thing he may get from me. Boo! We are working on that and I'm trying to set a better example. Until then, he spends a lot of his life in time out. I can honestly say that I was nervous about having a boy after having my meek and somewhat mild Ella, but Grayson stole my heart the minute I laid eyes on him. Yes, he can be rowdy, but he's oh so sweet at the same time. Just like his sister, but in his own unique way, he makes me proud to be his mommy!<br />
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As always, I'm thankful for these babies and every memory we make together. Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-14993131759790045392014-07-20T12:50:00.002-04:002014-07-20T12:50:24.294-04:00Existing with PurposeDo you ever feel like you are just "existing" for the sake of existing? You wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, take care of all of your daily responsibilities, fix dinner, pick up the house, put the kids to bed, go to bed yourself, and start over the very next morning. This is what I consider the daily struggle and this type of rote, monotonous living wears me down. Existing in this type of world is easy to fall into and much more difficult trying to escape from. It dulls your senses and affects the relationships that you are a part of. <br />
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So, as we were preparing for our return to reality, I tried to tell myself that there would be two choices in how to handle life as it presented itself.... to exist just to exist or exist with a purpose. I'll tell you now that I chose the later and will continue to do so as long as God promises me that my life has more meaning than those monotonous days I grow accustomed to. I want to exist to inspire others, see the best in all people and situations, and love fully without reservations. In order to do this though, I know that I will need Him to keep refueling and reminding me of the way. I want my heart to constantly break for others. I want my pride to be humbled. I want to be motivated to be better and live the life that was intended for me. I want to be compassionate in all situations. And, I want to lead. I'm tired of just living. I want to change the world and I'm starting with my own family with His help. So, when you are saying your prayers each night, please keep me and my family in mind. I'm ready for God to do big things within our hearts.<br />
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Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-14125611284303746942014-07-10T15:25:00.000-04:002014-07-10T15:25:11.628-04:00A little hodgepodgeThere are so many times over the past several weeks that I have thought, "I should totally blog about this!" but never did. Honestly, I probably think about blogging several times a day, but then for some reason, never make it to the laptop. So, I am forewarning you now, tonight's post will cover a hodgepodge of topics. After all, I need to get all of these stored up ideas off of my mind.... it's been on my to do list for far too long!<br />
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<u>Blog Topic Number One: Summers are incredibly awesome! </u><br />
Yes, I love my job and not only because of the awesome schedule that comes with it!!! There is nothing better than getting 8 (plus or minus a few weeks) of time with my kiddos with absolutely no agenda. I set no alarm and simply get woken up by my children begging me for breakfast. I think by this point they have realized that I'm not going to jump up the very second they ask because the asking has started a little later. After we eat breakfast, we typically spend a little time getting the house picked back up (another wonderful thing!). Who has time to do that during the school year? Not me. But, for the most part, my house stays fairly clean all summer long. Then, after deciding between an "at home" day (consisting of a little homeschool, lots of playtime, refereeing a few brother/sister battles, eating non-stop, and possibly catching up on some tv), swim day (my dear friend Ashley invites us to her parent's pool frequently, my mother-in-law has a nice pool the kids enjoy swimming in, or there's always the freezing water park), or some other summer "adventure," we head out for the day. Life doesn't get much sweeter!<br />
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<u>Blog Topic Number Two: Homeschool / Summer School</u><br />
Ideally, I set bigger goals for our summer school than what we actually accomplish, but I feel that we've done pretty well so far. I will start by saying it is hard teaching your own kids! I have way less patience and totally need it when it comes to teaching my three year old! Ella was always pretty eager to learn and would sit still long enough to actually learn. Grayson, on the other hand, would much rather play or joke the entire time. Bribery has become my best friend with him. He answers a few questions and I give him something to eat. I'm trying not to compare the two as we go, but that his hard as well. After all, Ella is the only thing I have to compare progress to. He's pretty proud of himself for identifying almost every letter and numbers 1 - 10. I'm proud too and thankful that each time we sit down, it gets easier! He starts preschool in August and I think it will be WONDERFUL for him! Ella is trucking right along too. She's reading, staying in touch with her first grade teacher through pen pal letters, and working aggressively on her math. We saw a light bulb turn on earlier this week which was inspiring! <br />
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<u>Blog Topic Number Three: Grayson Swimming</u><br />
At the beginning of the summer, Grayson wanted nothing to do with water. In fact, bath time was horrible because he was afraid of water getting in his face. Several weeks later, with the motivation of seeing other kids his age beginning to swim, Grayson is swimming without his float (for short distances), putting his face in the water, and even went down the slide today. It is so important for children to learn how to swim and I remember feeling so relieved when Ella conquered it. Grayson will have it down soon enough!<br />
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<u>Blog Topic Number Four: Family Vacation</u><br />
Typically, we go on a vacation with just us four, but this year we decided to switch things up a bit and spent half of the week with my family in Orlando and the other half in Sarasota where Kermie grew up. I find it hard to travel with large groups because you always have to worry about what everyone else is doing and whether or not you are going to hurt someone's feelings by not wanting to do the same thing. In fact, it never fails that someone does get upset and my stomach is in knots. Kermie isn't the biggest on extended family vacations either and if you know him, you know he's not afraid to speak his mind. I, being the people-pleaser :( , am always afraid of how he might come across! As a child, I enjoyed our extended family vacations and as a parent, I would like my kids to have some of those experiences as well. Needless to say, my kids had a great time in Orlando with Nana and Pa and made many memories. I think Ella's favorite part was Disney World. She and Grayson both rode many rides and loved swimming in the hotel pools. Grayson says he loved the beach best. I think he liked the waves and feeling like a big boy out there in the ocean. <br />
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<u>Blog Topic Number Five: Sibling Fights</u><br />
I'm Over Them! My kids fight non-stop. I've tried just about everything I can think of to stop it, but it continues! I remember fighting with my brother when we were small, but I don't know if we fought as much as mine. They can say some of the most horrible and hurtful things and then love each other the very next second. I'm so thankful they have each other, but at the same time wish they were a bit more grateful! Any suggestions would be wonderful! <br />
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<u>Blog Topic Number Six: No Kids Allowed Vacation</u><br />
The highlight of my summer (or at least I'm thinking it will be the highlight) is mine and Kermie's no kids allowed vacation! We have never left the kids for more than one night other than when I was in the hospital, but Monday we leave for Florida for four nights! I am SO excited, but a little anxious at the same time. I know my kids ADORE both sets of grandparents and always have a great time, so that makes it a little easier leaving them. They say they are excited so we will see if that holds true Monday morning. They are going to spend half of the week with my parents and the other half with Kermie's parents. I hope the grandparents are as excited as my kids are! :) ha I'm not sure that Kermie and I will know what to do with ourselves for that long of a time span without kids, but I will tell you that we need it! We've had a crazy year full of a ton of stress and we both know it has about worn us out in the process! Plus, we will have been married 11 years next month and why not celebrate a little early? I'm totally ready for a little R & R with the hubs! Now, to get me on and off the plane without any major anxiety! Prayers welcome!!!<br />
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As far as my recovery goes, the only new thing is that I have an appointment with a new surgeon in August (the same week that Dr. Patel will be doing surgery) to see what he thinks about my lower lid reconstruction. I'm anxious to see what he thinks and whether or not we can get my eye looking more like the left. We shall see :) Until next time....<br />
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<br />Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-65602936095936752112014-06-11T16:00:00.002-04:002014-06-11T16:00:24.719-04:00T.G.I.S<b>T</b>hank.<b>G</b>oodness.<b>I</b>t's.<b>S</b>ummer.<br />
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Last Friday, was the last day for all students in Scott County and boy was it quite the emotional experience! I knew there was a chance of shedding a few tears, and I actually did great... until my kids gave their hugs goodbye. There was something special about this class and this year in particular that made it hard to part. We went through a lot together and we all grew so much in more than one way. Not only were these kiddos resilient, but they had the most wonderful parents as well! When it came time to relinquish control, I wasn't quite ready to part.<br />
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Fast forward to yesterday, which was my first official day of summer 2014, and I'm happy as can be! I still miss my school kiddos, but I'm tickled pink to be spending more time with my own kids. Ella actually spent the night/day with her cousin Ava and is turning into a gypsy! On the go, go, go! Grayson and I spent the day at the dentist, doctor, and car lot. I was hoping he'd be my usual well-mannered boy (being that we are going through some "bad/cool" boy phase that I'm not too fond of) and I actually bribed him with the ability to change his clothes when he got home if he behaved. To most kids, changing their clothes is not a big deal, but to this "diva," he'd like a wardrobe change every five minutes if I'd let him and lately, he gets ONE a day! Needless to say, he was a champ and got to change into his "worker" clothes. As far as the doctor goes, Dr. Patel took a look at my scars and decided that the scar excision will be next. He will simply cut out the yucky part and sew it back together. At the same time, he will also anchor it so that the scar tissue doesn't pull my eyelid down. We were hoping we could do this in office, but unfortunately, it will have to be another surgery. The date is set for Friday, August 15th. Perfect 11th anniversary present! Ha. After that, he wants to watch the recovery and decide if any injections will be needed. Kermie is really wanting me to look into another plastic surgeon he found that deals specifically with the eye to reconstruct my lower lid to look more like the left eye and possibly implant eyelashes. I definitely want to do this, but want a break right now! Maybe around Christmas time I can look into that?? I took a selfie for you to see the latest progress. This is my typical summer look- no makeup, crazy hair....yep, pretty much sums that up. <br />
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So, after all the appointments were over, Grayson and I headed over to Hudson Nissan. The week before, they had me come switch out the Altima for my second car. I was excited to see what they would switch me to, but left in a two door coupe. Don't get me wrong, it was super cute and an awesome color, but as a mom who plans to drive to Orlando in a week, it wasn't going to work! Anyhow, the general manager was happy to switch us out. The switch was the highlight of my day for sure!!! He put me in to a brand new 2014 Pathfinder! This thing is totally awesome and proves that I will never be able to have anything super nice because I'd drive myself and everyone else crazy trying to keep it clean! It drives like a fancy truck and seats as many as my van did! The interior is my favorite color and it has a backup camera! This makes it so much easier to see since I have that blind spot even when turning around. I have included a few pictures for you to see. Now, if only I could keep this baby forever! :) Too bad the price tag says otherwise!<br />
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The Donovan Clan will be driving to Orlando in style soon enough! Woo Hoo! :)<br />
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Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-65641918450988905932014-06-01T21:49:00.000-04:002014-06-01T21:49:00.981-04:00BalanceTomorrow marks the six month window the doctors gave me to regain the sight in my right eye. Obviously, this window is just their best guess as to when you can consider it most likely for the vision to repair itself, and while six months is typically the end of the window, my doctor has spoken of cases that went beyond this window. From the very beginning, well maybe not the first few weeks, but after I really sat down and prayed about the accident and the injuries that I was dealing with, I felt a peace about not regaining my sight. It was very strange, that instant peace, because at first I was extremely bitter and felt sorry for myself. I wanted to be the "old" me, but what I was learning was that God was molding me into what He wanted me to be. Since that day, I have continued to pray for complete healing, but I also pray that God would do what He feels is best for me to live a life that is balanced and grounded. <br />
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Don't get me wrong, I know that God could heal me this very instant and have faith in miracles, but I also know myself and that having the constant reminder that I am not in control and that I need Him in everything is a great way to keep me balanced. I led a typical Christian life before the accident; went to church, read my Bible, said my prayers, and everything else that Christians are "supposed" to do, but what I lacked was purpose and balance in my life. I would very easily get distracted by worldly things, be drawn into old temptations, let my temper get the best of me, think the grass was greener on the other side, etc., etc., etc.. And, while I still deal with those same sins post-accident, I am quickly reminded and grounded because of my blindness. There are times that I become anxious and sad at the thought of never seeing out of both eyes, but then I remember that things could be much worse and are for many people. I remember that God may want to use my blindness to connect with others with similar conditions. I remember that He wants to continue to lead me in the right direction and that constantly relying on Him is what I need to do instead of relying on myself. I remember that there are more serious problems to focus on and that is where I am right now. I constantly feel a tug that is nudging me towards something more. I'm thankful for this life that I've been given and even more thankful for the new found balance that He has blessed me with. And, if my vision doesn't come back, I know that it is a good thing for me. Without this constant reminder, I am afraid my balance would be come less centered on my true purpose. <br />
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<br />Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-44541193030553326872014-05-27T17:39:00.002-04:002014-05-27T17:39:39.451-04:00Three weeks out and a summertime teaseThis past weekend was Memorial Day weekend and it was nothing but a "summertime tease!" Not only was the weather absolutely perfect all weekend long, but we spent the weekend doing the things we love (playing in the water, country drives, laying around, staying outside as much as we can), got to see family, caught up with some friends, and slept in an extra day! Oh, the joys of summer... too bad we had to go back to school today and will for another 8 days. I could tell my kiddos enjoyed their weekend too because they were all dragging a bit today. I promised them that in 8 more days they could have many more weekends and even weekdays like what we just had. I also told them that I loved those snow days that we are making up and I'm thankful to have had them as part of my recovery time. <div>
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Speaking of recovery, tomorrow will mark my three week post-op checkpoint. If I'm completely honest, I feel pretty darn good as far as my appearance goes. I had multiple people comment on my progress last week and my doctor even said that she doesn't want to see me again until December! My measurements were spot on and she said I had a little right side movement that wasn't there before. YAHOO! I go back to Dr. Timoney Friday to see what he thinks and I'm sure I will continue to see him for a while. My next scar appointment is June 10th and I'm anxious to see what he wants to do. After all, that should be the last thing other than eyelashes. I've posted some "selfies" at three weeks for you to see. </div>
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P.S. Happy birthday to Kermie today! I love you :) </div>
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Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-68823911071220412982014-05-11T20:53:00.001-04:002014-05-11T20:53:21.710-04:00Mother's Day WeekendI can honestly write this past weekend down as one of the best weekends I've had in a while for many reasons.<br />
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First of all, my recovery from surgery has been great, so my few days away from school were actually enjoyable. I was able to enjoy the sunshine and get a small glimpse at what our life will be like in just a few short weeks! Being home, allowed me time to get all those things done like cleaning the house, laundry, etc. and let me actually enjoy the entire weekend! I've posted a few pictures of my healing for you to check out in case you are into that sort of thing. I personally find myself on Google images all the time looking up different ailments and diagnoses..... strange.... maybe. <br />
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Second, this weekend was Mother's Day weekend so it was packed full of family fun. We spent Saturday evening with my family and yummy food at Olive Garden. After church on Sunday, we went to Mellow Mushroom with Kermie's family. <br />
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The only thing I had asked for this year was a day of non-stop yard work. I love flowers....looking at them, shopping for them, planting them, and most days, watering them. I also love doing anything outside especially when it makes my outside space more enjoyable, so put the two together and I'm one happy girl! We loaded up the Nissan with tons of mulch and flowers and spent several hours digging, pulling, spreading, and watering. About 2 hours in, I lost my gloves, so you can imagine how my finger nails look right about now! And, having my yard all fancied up kind of makes me not want to ever leave my house and just sit outside all day. I can't imagine how I'd be if I had one of those really awesome outdoor spaces! <br />
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Tomorrow, I'm back to work and the daily grind. I'm setting a few new goals for myself these last few weeks that include some quality "God" time in the morning and exercise EVERY evening. Consistency is my biggest downfall, so I may need reminders! If you hear me talking about how "tired" I am and wanting to sleep in or go to bed as soon as I get home, please remind me that that is not an option! These next few weeks are already stressful enough, so the only way I'm going to make it through them a "decent" person is with God and lots of good endorphins!<br />
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Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-19848160573888149742014-05-08T09:26:00.000-04:002014-05-08T09:26:10.799-04:00Strabismus Success!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Yesterday was my Strabismus surgery! This was the one surgery I was most looking forward to because I knew that having my eye straightened would probably make the most difference in the appearance of my face overall. So far (less than 24 hours post-op), I think I was right!</div>
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Let me start off my saying that I love Dr. Stevens (pediatric eye surgeon). When she came in to see me before hand, she drew a heart right above my eye. :) As a teacher, I couldn't help but think that she'd make a great teacher too! I strongly recommend her to anyone that has a child with the same condition because she is amazing! When we were prepping for surgery, Kermie told the doctors that I was a little nauseous when I woke up last time, so they put me to sleep with meds through my IV that would prevent that from happening. They also gave me a motion sickness patch to make sure I didn't get sick once I was home. The only bad side effect of that was the blurred vision. When you only have one good eye, blurred vision is not the best! My anesthesiologist was pretty amazing too! She was beautiful and had the longest eyelashes! I remember her talking to me right before she started and I kept thinking how much I loved her pink lipstick! At least I wasn't thinking of the spiders on the movie Arachnophobia Kermie and I were watching before I went back! :)</div>
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Surgery started right around 1:15 or so and lasted maybe two hours. My recovery was the shortest I've ever experienced and I woke up feeling terrific (other than being starving!). We fixed that right away with a Chick-fil-a veggie wrap! By the time we got home I was still a little loopy, but I honestly felt pretty great. Kermie even went back out to grab a McFlurry which is our latest obsession! I was expecting my eye to look terrible at first, especially after some of the videos I had watched. However, I can already tell that my eye is straight and looks awesome minus the blood. I feel confident going back to work on Monday and not scaring my kiddos. I can't describe in words how I feel when I look in the mirror now. I usually leave the bathroom with smile! I'm not sure whether or not I will regain the movement to the right, but I'm assuming it's a little early to tell. I'm trying not to over work it at this point. I will go back to see Dr. Stevens for a post-op appointment in a couple of weeks and I'm sure she will be able to tell me a lot more then.</div>
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So, what's next? I guess I will call Dr. Patel next week to schedule an appointment with him about my scar. I'm sure he will have a plan to fix that and then I should be finished for a LONG time!!! I'm just amazed at how far I've come in 5 months! Praise the Lord for creating a human body that regenerates and heals fast and thank Him for the skills and passion He instilled in all of my doctors! The two combined have worked miracles in my life!</div>
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Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-43781328498335546672014-04-27T17:25:00.002-04:002014-04-27T17:25:41.118-04:00Timely BlessingIn previous posts, I had mentioned the possibility of winning a new car from Hudson Nissan in Nicholasville. Well, sure enough, this past Saturday..... I won a car! <br />
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Back around January, my aunt Jill had heard of the <a href="http://hudsonnissanteachers.com/" target="_blank">Hudson Nissan Teacher of the Year</a> contest and nominated me for it. The idea was to give back to teachers by allowing one to receive a free 2014 Nissan Altima for a year. We hadn't purchased a new car at the time because I wasn't ready to drive and after seeing how quickly the votes took off, we postponed purchasing until the end of the contest. If there was any way we could win, we didn't want to waste money on a car payment for a year! Consequently, the Donovan family remained a one car family for 4.5 months. It was nice, but I totally missed my independence and hated begging for rides every day of the week! I'm very thankful to everyone who pitched in to transport me and my kiddos. I am also extremely thankful to everyone who took the time to vote for me! <br />
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This timely blessing is just one more example of God's power in our lives! It has amazed me how He used my aunt (thankfully she listened!) and social media (one positive thing about Facebook!) to bless my family again. This was a gift that was beyond anything I could have imagined. I mean really.... I had a car wreck and then win a contest that allows a teacher to win a car. This is no coincidence friends! So, after a short radio clip and a news segment, yesterday, I got to drive away in a brand new car! <br />
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I've never owned a brand new car in my life and have to admit it felt incredible driving around yesterday with a car that allows my Pandora to play through my car speakers with Bluetooth!! The car that I currently have will remain mine for the next 30 days. Then, I will switch out with another brand new Altima and repeat every 3 to 4 months for the next year. I'm totally in love with the one I have, but it will be awesome to get to try out different colors and styles. I'm assuming they need to keep the miles down on their cars which is probably a good thing since I tend to rack up the miles on every car I drive! Hudson Nissan put no stipulations on the cars, just that I trade out like I mentioned. So, yay for having no car payment for a year and not having to pay for car insurance on another car! Praise the Lord!<br />
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I uploaded a few pictures from the event yesterday for you to see. And, again, thank you to everyone who took the time to vote and leave a comment! I am blessed to live in such a supportive community!<br />
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I most definitely believe that my relationship with the Lord has grown through this experience, but I'll also tell you that even after going through this "dark" time, I still find myself struggling with the very same issues I experienced before the accident. I guess, at first, I thought it would forever change me, but I still find myself in times of self-pity, self-righteousness, wrath, jealousy, and even wrapped up in worthless, worldly things. And then, when I'm at my lowest point, I am reminded that I am human and that Jesus died so that I could be forgiven for all of these things. What an amazing sacrifice! The very creator of the universe knew that I would need this constant forgiveness even after experiencing the hand of God over mine and Ella's lives December 2nd. </div>
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So, where does all of this leave me today.... at another milestone and still grateful! Today puts me twenty days post-op. As you can see from the picture below, my eye has made dramatic improvement. I'm not completely satisfied and find myself feeling "ugly," but I know there is more to all this than my appearances. God is helping me feel comfortable in my new skin and providing me with the opportunity to show people there is a way to overcome losing your sight in one eye and the face you once knew as you ( or whatever other obstacle you may be going through ). He's also providing me with opportunities to continue to improve cosmetically, which I am so thankful for. I'm learning patience and contentment! Those are two things I think I lacked before all of this went down. Out of all of my procedures, the Strabismus surgery was the one I was most excited about and today I went and met with Dr. Stevens for my pre-op appointment. She did several measurements and is set to perform the Strabismus surgery on May 7th. During our conversation today, she mentioned the possibility of gaining some right eye movement after surgery which was totally unexpected. I absolutely cannot wait until May 7th!! </div>
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On another note, I'm hoping and praying that I will have another important blog post to share this upcoming Saturday, so please keep my family in your thoughts as we see the final results of the car give-a-way my aunt nominated me for. We are supposed to be at the dealership early Saturday morning as they announce the top three winners and give away a brand new car for one year! What a blessing that would be! <br />
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Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-66351857237896142132014-04-03T09:02:00.001-04:002014-04-03T09:02:51.029-04:00One down... one to go!Yesterday, was surgery number one of two. I can't describe how excited and ready I was for this surgery. Afterall, it was exactly four months from the day of my actual accident. I know both of my doctors are perfectionists so there were no nerves attached, just hope that I'd be one step closer to the final product! <br />
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Because we had to be at UK so early in the morning, we went ahead and sent the kids off Tuesday night so we wouldn't have to wake them up early to drop them off. This always leaves me feeling empty inside, but thankfully, both kids did a great job and seemed to have a lot of fun! Kermie and I headed for the hospital around 5 o'clock yesterday morning. We were supposed to be at registration by 6 and surgery was supposed to start by 8. Upon our arrival at the Center for Advanced Surgery, one of the nurses said that my surgery was going to be a long one due to the fact that there were two surgeons involved and each had quite a bit of work to accomplish. I felt kind of bad for Kermie who was just going to be sittingt here.... bored. On the other hand, I kept asking the time because I was more than ready to get started! My nurses hooked me up to fluids, took my vitals, and ran me through the schedule. Then, both of my doctors came in to double check their plan and say hello. They feel like family at this point. The very last thing I remember is one of the nurses telling me she was going to put some "feel good" medicine in my IV and then I was off. </div>
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Kermie and I got home yesterday a little past lunch and I slept off and on the rest of the day. I ate like a pig too. There's something about surgery that makes me so hungry! Subway, sweet tea, ice cream sandwiches, Taco Bell, and Pepsi were just a few of the things on my menu in my awake moments. Since I've been home, I really don't have any pain other than my throat which I assume is from surgery. My eye feels great, although it is quite swollen. I haven't had any pain medicine and I've been in great spirits. Compared to my last return from the hospital, this is a breeze. I'm thankful to still feel like me!! I currently have a shield over my eye and have to put ointment on it throughout the day. <br />
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So, what's next?? I go back to Dr. Timoney's office next Wednesday to check on my healing. I'm not sure about the plan with Dr. Patel yet. Although I was scheduled to get stitches out Tuesday, but now there aren't any to remove. Towards the end of this month, I will meet with Dr. Stevens to finish up the details on the Strabismus surgery. And, at this rate, I will be a new woman by the time we leave for Disney in June!<br />
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Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-69544970415813855892014-03-28T11:20:00.000-04:002014-03-28T15:59:34.258-04:00Back up to speed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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From the picture below, you can see that one of my stitches pulled through my bottom lid. I kind of had a feeling this would happen since it was only partially sewn shut. I had been keeping my eye bandaged while teaching and then taking it off at home. After taking my bandage off one night about a week in, I realized one of my stitches had come loose. It wouldn't have been a big deal, but the small piece of plastic they had put on my lid to prevent the stitch from irritating my lid was edging closer and closer to my eye. Of course, this made me nervous and I knew that any other abrasion would only push surgery back even further. So, I decided to take the remaining stitches out myself. Probably not the best idea given that I have no degree, but it's either let the plastic hit my eye because I couldn't get to the doctor, or remove it myself. I had sent Dr. Timoney this picture of my eye and after visiting him a few days later, he did not get mad at me, but thanked me. Haha! I totally thought I was going to get in trouble! </div>
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Happy Spring Break and thank goodness for warmer weather! :)Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-87458126703536138092014-03-12T10:33:00.001-04:002014-03-12T10:33:37.609-04:00Minor SetbackFor the past several days, my right eye has been hurting pretty badly. Although the eye itself is numb, I have had the constant sensation of something being in it or the need to rub it constantly. I have also had a hard time with headaches because the only way I get relief from the itching/burning is by closing my eye and since I have such a gap on the bottom, I have to forcibly close it! It's like constantly squinting as hard as you can for long periods of time. So, because my eye continued to get red and my upper eyelid started to feel extremely painful, I called my doctor to see what he suggested I do. Of course, to no one's surprise, he said to come in as soon as possible.<br />
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Yesterday, my mom picked me up from school and we headed to UK to see what the deal was. At this appointment, I'd be seeing an attending because Dr. Timoney was out for the rest of the week. I definitely don't mind seeing other doctors, but it's always a little hard with them having to catch up on my conditions since December 2nd. It's fairly exhausting and complicated. This guy caught on pretty quick though. :) After he check me out and concluded that I had a pretty severe corneal abrasion measuring 4.5 mm by 1.5 mm, he called Dr. Timoney to see what his recommendations were. Again, to no one's surprise, Dr. Timoney rushed right over to take a look himself. He and I both concluded that the health of my eye was at stake and the only way to make sure it healed and not get hurt any more was to temporarily stitch my eye shut again. Of course, the idea of walking around with my eye stitched shut doesn't seem appealing, but to get relief and make sure my surgeries don't get pushed back again are top priority to me right now. While we were talking about the future of my eye, he also explained to me the reason behind his delay in deciding what he wanted to do with me in terms of surgery. Before my coming in yesterday, he wanted my Strabismus surgery to be done first in order for her tools not to possibly mess up any eyelid work he would do. Dr. Steven's would have to retract my lids to work on my eye muscles. But, after seeing the condition of my eye, he quickly realized that his part had to come first. In simple terms and below is a run down of his explanation. <br />
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<u>Current Problems with Right Eye:</u><br />
1. My eye turns in<br />
Dr. Steven's plans to do Strabismus surgery<br />
2. Present cornea abrasion<br />
Reasons for this abrasion are many:<br />
1. Right lower eye lid is low/missing (eye is constantly exposed)<br />
2. Decreased blink reflex which causes it not to moisturize properly<br />
3. Neurotrophic keratopathy (Numb eye)<br />
4. Lagophthalus (I can't close my eye completely unless squinting)<br />
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***The most important fix is my eye itself in order to keep it healthy and protected. So he did a tarsorrhaphy (temporary closing of the eye). The operation wasn't completely painless as he had to numb my lids with injections, but after it was numb, we were smooth sailing. My eye already feels relief in that it is covered and staying moist. My upper lid is a bit swollen and the sutures are bleeding, but I'm loving not having to squint my eye all day! <br />
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*** Once I have had my eye protected for a few weeks and it has time to heal, we will proceed with surgery. On Spring Break, Dr. Patel will fix my scars and Dr. Timoney will raise my lower eye lid and also implant a gold weight to be sure it closes all the way. The gold weight is a new concept to me, but I totally get why it may be necessary. I go back to Dr. Timoney next week to see how I'm healing. My Strabismus surgery should still be done that first week of May as I thought. YAY!!!!! <br />
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So, although this may be a minor setback, I'm excited to know that surgeries are quickly approaching and should all be complete by summer break! I'm also very thankful that my students responded extremely well to the news and seemed sincere in their conversations about how this temporary closure will help their teacher in the long run :) They are great kids!!Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09417012711292092558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-865206079490724519.post-88696240687140233172014-02-27T19:56:00.001-05:002014-02-27T19:56:37.697-05:00Feeling Liberated!Even though today is Thursday, I'm calling it a great end to an already great week and it has me feeling liberated! <br />
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I'll start back with Monday of this week. I had a good day at school and to my surprise, Kermie asked if I'd like to drive Ella and myself to Girl Scouts that evening. Of course I said, YES! I honestly didn't know if he'd follow through as he is the one who isn't ready for me to "be on my own" yet. He definitely enjoys knowing where we are and that he was the one to get us there most days. I enjoy it too (most days), but sure do miss being able to pick up and go wherever I want without begging for someone to come get me! Oh, to be able to make a spur of the moment trip to Wal-Mart without arranging transportation. I sure appreciate all of my many "drivers" though :) You're probably wondering why I haven't gotten a car yet if I'm ready to drive... well, it's a bit complicated. For the longest time, it was because I wasn't ready. Now, it's because there is a chance I may win a contest that my aunt nominated me for that will allow me to drive a car for free... for a year! Kermie and I both agree that if there is any chance in actually winning, it would be a waste of a car payment each month to purchase another vehicle. So, we are waiting to see the outcome of the contest which is supposed to end in April. But, back to driving to Girl Scouts. Ella and I both made the journey to town and back in one piece. With it being my first time driving without another adult in the car, I was a bit nervous at first. We stopped at McDonald's on the way and did a quick phone check in with Kermie. The drive home was a little scary for Ella as it was dark outside so she talked to her daddy and nana the whole way home. The moment I stepped out of the truck, a huge smile was made pretty permanent on my face. Talk about a liberating experience!<br />
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Tuesday was another great day. After school, my mom took me to Dr. Patel's office for another check up on my cheek. He was impressed and went ahead with scheduling my scar revision surgery. He said he was able to eliminate his first two options because of the profound healing and would only have to remove the scar and pull my cheek up to cover the spot. Of course he used more medical lingo, but I think I got the gist of it. He sounded like it would go smoothly and there would be little to no issues at all. I'm pretty happy with my scars as is, so I can only imagine what it will look like when the worst place is removed. Surgery is set to take place in a little over a month! Spring break cannot get here soon enough.<br />
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Snow days are always good days in my book, so Wednesday was great!<br />
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On to today which, in my opinion, was the icing on the cake. I had my first appointment with the eye muscle specialist, Dr. Stevens. She was not only very informative and extremely nice, but scheduled Strabismus surgery for the first week of May! I will have a straight eye by summer! I know I've mentioned it before, but the one thing I really hoped would get fixed was the placement of my eye just because it is the one thing that is very noticeable. Seeing with one eye is getting easier by the day, but seeing myself in the mirror is still hard no matter how often I tell myself it could be much worse. The approach she will take is different from the ones I watched on the internet, but made perfect sense after she explained it. She will borrow some of the "power" from the muscles/nerves that work the up/down motion of my eye and move it to the right side. So, when looking at me head on, my eye will be straight. I will continue being able to look left, up and down, but still will not be able to look right. Just the thought of having a straight eye is so exciting to me!!<br />
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After the appointment with Dr. Stevens, I saw Dr. Timoney. He was very excited about the condition of my eye. He said the dryness had improved dramatically. He also mentioned possibly jumping in on Dr. Patel's surgery if he plans to do a similar incision. If not, he will wait until summer after the Strabismus surgery. I guess I should hear back from him soon about the possibility of the two-in-one surgery. He also gave me the three pictures he promised. One was of a CT scan showing the piece of wood protruding through the eye socket and nearly touching my sinus cavity/brain. A second was the actual piece of wood he removed from my eye that measured 6 cm! And, the last, was my face in the ER. You could see muscles, tissue, removed bone, the piece of wood, and lots of blood. I honestly had prepared myself for worse, but just seeing it made me a little sad because I know what Ella saw that day was not pretty. It also makes me so very grateful for the progress I've made! God and those doctors are amazing! It really is miraculous how the human body works! (I'd totally upload the photos, but I'm not so sure <u>everyone</u> would appreciate them!)<br />
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Other than the exciting news about surgeries, Kermie took me to Malone's for lunch. YUMMY! I may have been slightly stuffed and sick afterwards, but it was delicious and well worth it. Here's a picture I took really quick just a minute ago for you to see the latest healing. Please excuse the messy hair and lack of makeup! I'm tired and ready for bed :) <br />
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