I found some notes I had written when Lynn was having trouble with his illness back in 2015. They had been left in a yearly planner that I had.
June 2015
It feels strange all of a sudden, Lynn needing to have a oxygen supply.
During one week it seemed he couldn't quite get over a cold he had.... His Minears symptoms had returned.
Checking with Dr. Jones, Lynn's EMT, seemed to feel that Lynn's Minears seemed to be stable. He also noticed that Lynn's blood pressure was low and wanted him to go to the family doctor and get checked out.
I tried to get Lynn to go to the ER at the hospital but he refused...saying he would be getting a skan at Huntsman hospital on Friday. When Friday came Lynn was having a hard time breathing. I stopped at BOC oxygen Company, on the way to see if we could get a tank on oxygen that Lynn could use so we could make it to Huntsman, which was about a hour and fifteen minets to drive.
We learned Lynn had to have a doctor permission to have a tank of oxygen for daytime use.
At Huntsman I informed Lynn we were not going home after his skan, until he saw his doctor or nurse. His nurse while lessening to Lynn explain why he needed a tank of Oxygen, checked his chest and informed us that the only doctors around at that time was in the ER next door at the University Hospital. She also told me to get a xray of Lynns chest as she could hear something there.
As Lynn again was explaining to the ER doctor why he needed a tank of oxygen for daytime, I told him what Lynn's nurse had said. He immediately had a chest xray done.....I saw it when it came back. The Doctor said it looked like both of his lungs were covered in cotton candy, and some water in the bottom of the Lungs.
He said "Your not going anywhere!" and had Lynn admitted to the Huntsman Hospital.
Lynn was in for about two weeks.
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A Dusting of the Cobwebs....
welcome to my blog!
...allow me a brief introduction...
In a reacent conversation with my daughter, her questions were why I, and her Dad were so quiet about our lifes? Meaning writing or telling about our own personal historys.
I didn't think there was anything important to write about. As I was just a normal person, getting up in the morning and getting the day started, getting kids off to school, or meeting schedules of the whole family, cleaning house, and landry. Keeping little ones busy, and changing diapers, comming home fixing dinner, helping with homework, putting kids to bed, watch some news, go to bed. And then do it all over again the next day. Then some days was teaching lessons in Primary, RS, MIA, Sundayschool, cub scouts, or helping at schools, ect. Family home evening, Visiting teaching, and even some Home teaching and being the family schaefer. most of the time we had one car, 6 kids, one working husband. Oh yes, the multi years of music lessons, and baseball teams, coaching, and even one major jumproap champion, for one daughter.
We had trials too. some were very hard, just thinking about a single memory of losing our son, brings tears. But we are told that this life is to meet trials, and how we handle them will be for our own eternal growth.
A very wise Stake President, President Alred, once said "We are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity. We will work by the sweat of our brow, to work our way through this life... But remember we are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity."
So, I welcome you to my blog. Please feel free to stay and go as you please, and wander where you wish. And, as always, feel comfortable in sharing those stories that you may feel are just "an every day" thing as well...
...allow me a brief introduction...
In a reacent conversation with my daughter, her questions were why I, and her Dad were so quiet about our lifes? Meaning writing or telling about our own personal historys.
I didn't think there was anything important to write about. As I was just a normal person, getting up in the morning and getting the day started, getting kids off to school, or meeting schedules of the whole family, cleaning house, and landry. Keeping little ones busy, and changing diapers, comming home fixing dinner, helping with homework, putting kids to bed, watch some news, go to bed. And then do it all over again the next day. Then some days was teaching lessons in Primary, RS, MIA, Sundayschool, cub scouts, or helping at schools, ect. Family home evening, Visiting teaching, and even some Home teaching and being the family schaefer. most of the time we had one car, 6 kids, one working husband. Oh yes, the multi years of music lessons, and baseball teams, coaching, and even one major jumproap champion, for one daughter.
We had trials too. some were very hard, just thinking about a single memory of losing our son, brings tears. But we are told that this life is to meet trials, and how we handle them will be for our own eternal growth.
A very wise Stake President, President Alred, once said "We are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity. We will work by the sweat of our brow, to work our way through this life... But remember we are here to be schooled in the principles of eternity."
So, I welcome you to my blog. Please feel free to stay and go as you please, and wander where you wish. And, as always, feel comfortable in sharing those stories that you may feel are just "an every day" thing as well...
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