Dons grandchildren are here.  We all went to eat.  All four kids rode back with me. Richard is 12 Leah is 10.  Richard says to Lincoln  you can’t do that because you’re my uncle. Lincoln says I’m not old enough to be an uncle, I’m only 8 years old. I’m only old enough to be a niece.    

Funny.

As all my readers know, I’ve worked hard to keep Hayden’s memory alive for his younger siblings. They were only three when he crossed over and simply too young to know him. That pains me deeply … as anyone can imagine. Hayden’s motororized scooter has been in storage for a while, just too painful to see it parked in the garage. We got it out and charged it up. I rode with both children then taught them how to do it. Lincoln stands tall and I say “boy, Lincoln, Hayden sure would be proud to see you driving his scooter.” Lincoln doesn’t miss a beat and says “What do you mean Mom, HAYDEN IS PROUD TO BE WATCHING ME ON HIS SCOOTER …” does a mother’s heart good to have such a spirtual child around me.

I used to try to post more frequently but things are moving at such a pace now that’s a little challenging. Better than being slow I guess. We returned, Lincoln is fine, better than ever so I am quite grateful. The children are doing fabulous and just a joy.

I played the Caesars Main Event and played well, going out short of the money at 84 out of 500 something, but pleased with how I played. So more than okay with it. It’s been a good hectic week with my continuing to be convinced I can do better. Which I can. That is my nature.

A dear friend sent me a ceramic dish with a little engine on it. He knows my favorite book is the little engine that could. He had the artist inscribe THBTC? When I called to thank him he asked me if I knew what the initials stood for. Told him I was confused with the B as that couldn’t stand for engine. He said it stands for The Little Blonde That Could. Ha fir my laugh this week.

We are now home and everyone is getting back to normal. Lincoln decided he didn’t want to go to anymore hospitals because “they leave this tape stuff all over me.” I didn’t tell him I disliked hospitals for far different reasons. But we made it through, the tests were great and hopefully they will leave him alone for a while. The doctor said I must have used some Mama Magic and I laughed and told her absolutely that was true.

Friday night I drove the 29 miles to Oceans 11 to play a bit. What fun I had, really hadn’t laughed that much in a long long time. Felt great, played great and made enough for all my buy-ins at Caesars this week .. fun.

Dont think my view of hospitals and traditional medicine will ever change, not after all I’ve seen in this arena. I’m the first to admit a good dose of penicillan can mean the difference between life and death, but the rest of this stuff is hogwash. Lincoln has had some intenstinal things going on with him. He was scoped last year and for the better part of the last year the doctor has had Don petrified with a myriad of frightening diseases. We left here last year with them all agreeing to pour Prevacid down him every day. You ever read the back of the box on that drug? We went round and round at my house. Finally, a few months in, while Don was traveling, I
stopped the Prevacid and altered his diet to the things it was clear to me caused him problems, and added a supplement which helped to push stuff down. Bingo. He began to thrive. Doctors wanted togo back in at the six month mark and I argued for a year, which is now. Doctor told Don after consulting with her colleagues she believes the dread marks she found in his intestines a year ago were likely caused by the Previcid, the very drug she prescribed.

This morning they will do a year check and it is my suspicion he will have a clean bill of health and then hopefully some peace for a while. Just such a bizarre way to approach patient healthcare.

Geez, this camping is hard work. It is Spring Break and we have to take Lincoln down to get some tests, so off we went. A California flea market on Saturday and then to an amusement park. My sunburned shoulders probably would have survived one of days but back to back was rather brutal. But at least through the course of it I am learning how to use, fix, repair, set up the motorhome, so that is all pretty cool.