Cabin Fever Days

Whelp….I have a local yocal event to share with you! Today, Rich and I, along with another couple who lives in our neighborhood, when to Martin City for the Cabin Fever Days. We specifically went to see the Barstool Ski Races. We did forego the snowshoe softball game (CAN YOU IMAGINE???) because the Barstool Ski Races had us tapped out for Montanan events for the day…..maybe even the whole weekend, perhaps the week! Martin City is one of the little cities (honestly it has city in the name but it is barely qualifies as a town or village anywhere else in the U.S.) that is in the Bad Rock Canyon on the way to Glacier National Park from our spot just east of Columbia Falls. As I mentioned with Hungry Horse, these town are where we do mutual aid fire calls….Hungry Horse, Martin City, Coram, West Glacier, etc. We all have different equipment so we can help each other out…we have vehicle extrication tools like spreaders (the jaws of life) that Hungry Horse may not have….so if they get an MVA (motor vehicle accident), we go on their calls to assist. Anyhow, this event was a fundraiser for those volunteer fire departments. A local tattoo artist came up with the art for this year and I love it! 

If you notice, it is the 45th annual Cabin Fever Days. The barstool ski races are the high light of the event, even though I mentioned the snowshoe softball games and there is also lots of food trucks and arts vendors on the trek up to Sugar Hill for the races, and there is also a mountain man competition and an arm wrestling contest. Later in the evening there is a doubles pool tournament, a dart tournament, and karaoke at several local area bars. We stopped on the way out at the food trucks and Rich and I had wild boar sausage on a bun with maple mustard (Rich skipped the mustard) and pineapple salsa. Interesting, right? It was messy but man, it was good!

So on to the main event of the day…barstool ski races. It is just like it sounds….you affix a barstool of your choice to some skis, sit on it and get shoved down a hill on main street. There are two racers per heat and usually the more dressed up you are, the better the crowd participation. You can always tell if someone falls as the entire crowd reacts audibly. When the two guys dressed up as ducks fell near us, the crowd cheered them on, yelling, “quack , quack, quack, quack!” The majority of the crowd is being kept warm by flannel shirts, Carhart pants and jackets, mucking boots, and the kind of liquid that warms you from the inside out….and I don’t mean hot chocolate or coffee. LOTS OF ALCOHOL. We arrived at noon and there were at least 1000 people there, all of them pretty toasty off their liquid courage. There was a lumberjack-looking woman standing near me who had her silicone collapsable cups in her backpack, along with her bottle of crown royal. Smart. She was not cold. Anyhow, back to the races…there are three categories: straight barstools on skis, a barstool-like contraption on skis that can be steered, and then the open event where people do whatever on skis to make it fun for the crowd. I took a few photos with my phone. Here they are….because I can’t make this up, folks!

Here is a video:

Photos from Montana

I have been so busy doing so much learning for our new travel advisory business (you would think being an avid traveler would be enough…but alas, there is so much to learn!) and then taking this emergency medical responder course….it takes up a lot of time….I have yet to pick up my nice camera in 2024 and I miss it. I realized that I had over 1000 photos to go through in lightroom. After taking a block test and taking notes on a new chapter, I opened up my surface to start going through some photos. I am in my happy place! I am pretty far behind…many photos were from the fall. 

Here are some photos from the Hungry Horse Dam. Hungry Horse is the small town between where we live and Glacier National Park. We answer mutual calls with Hungry Horse volunteer fire department. They are a great group of folks. They came to our fire hall when I helped teach Stop the Bleed class. They drove over in their bright shiny new fire truck. Truck envy…it’s a thing between rural volunteer fire departments. These were taken in October.

These next photos were taken in Whitefish, Montana, about 20 minutes from our house. This was in September, the last summer runs up Big Mountain on the ski lifts before they closed until ski season. The views were spectacular.

At the end of September, I drove 5 hours to Anaconda, Montana, near Butte. I went to a program for women of western Montana with cancer, called Mending in the Mountains. It was a free weekend getaway….we just had to get there. There were 60 of us women and it was wonderful to meet people going through some of the same things I am. Think of Shrek and Donkey talking about the onion….I didn’t have to worry about peeling away so many layers, because we all had a lot of the same layers. It is nice to not have to explain things…side effects from meds, fears of treatments or death. For me it was like being with my military friends, they know the lifestyle and the sacrifices made…they just get it. Here were some of the photos on the way there and back.

The next group of photos were taken in Glacier National Park on November 1st. My mom was visiting at the time and there was some snow, but still some pretty colors as well. This is why GNP is called the Crown Jewel of the Continent (and why we named our Cruise Planners business Crown Jewel Cruise Planners….as a nod to our beautiful national park right here in our back yard.

I have so many photos to still work on….lots from our time in San Diego….they have a pretty awesome zoo and safari park there. I also have more Glacier National Park photos from both the East and West side…including some moose photos that I can’t believe I haven’t processed yet. Those are forthcoming.

World Cancer Day

February 4th is World Cancer Day. I just got done watching the Stanford women’s basketball team win over UCLA decisively whilst wearing their pink uniforms to honor cancer patients. Pink tends to be identified as bringing awareness to breast cancer. Today, however, is for ALL cancers….whether your ribbon is pink, green, turquoise, orange, navy, white, black, or purple, like mine. Today honors all the fighters out there, slogging through each day as best we can. It honors those who have gone before us and fallen in the fight, to remember their valiant efforts to help others coming behind them by talking to researchers, agreeing to clinical trials, and recording their struggles and triumphs. No one with cancer dies in vain. I have lost a lot of friends since the last year. I am an active part in a cancer zoom group out of Nebraska of chronic cancer patients. These folks saved me when I was diagnosed almost 4.5 years ago. They became my cancer tribe….the people I could talk about anything to and they would laugh and not be horrified. Four of those wonderful ladies have died in that core group of about 7 or 8 of us. I miss them. I miss seeing their smiles and their laughs…even in the midst of some really serious stuff going on in their lives. I have a very close friend who is struggling with cancer reoccurrence right now. It isn’t good, but man, she is a fighter and I know she will be giving it her all. I almost feel guilty. I was given a death sentence in Oct 2019. Here I am living life to its fullest everyday and doing pretty good. I don’t want you to think it is a cake walk. It isn’t. I am on so many pills everyday….and shots once a month…and IV infusions every 3 months. But I have embraced my “normal” and have run with it. What were my options, really? Cancer can be a very isolating disease. I think about that every time I am in a CT scanner….in that huge whirring donut tube where a recording tells me to hold my breath as I am mechanically rolled in and out of the tube and then IV contrast is pushed into my system that makes me feel like I am being boiled from the inside out for about 60-90 seconds, where they repeat the scans again. My life is so much easier than so many I know with my disease of leiomyosarcoma. I am thankful for that and after losing Joe, I know not to waste a single minute of it.

Little catch up on us….we had our fire department awards night last night. It was fun to see all the guys gussied up. I am used to seeing them in dirty Carhart pants and mucking boots and hoodies. On calls, we are all in our bunker gear. So to see folks in dress shirts and pants and even several ties…it made me smile. They announced our new lieutenants and the firefighter of the year (which is my new lieutenant). There were blooper awards which launched into embellished stories of people’s screw ups. It was a fun evening.

Today we went to Mass and the celebrant was our bishop! Our parish is called a part of a deanery, and we are a part of the diocese of Helena, Montana. (3.5 hours drive from us) It was nice to meet him and to hear his homily. I have befriended a little guy named Vinnie who sits in front of us during Mass. He is maybe 8 years old. I am not good at guessing anymore. He has 3 sisters. He is the 2nd oldest. He noticed my Maltese cross I wear everyday with Joe’s OFD badge number on it. He noticed there was writing on the back as well. I told him it was in both English and in Italian. He told me he was a quarter Italian. (He was very proud of that!) We had a really great talk after Mass before he got distracted by something. (He is an 8 year old boy, after all). We stopped by the firehall on the way home and did some chores there. We got home and it was snowing pretty steadily. I put on my Carhart pants and mucking boots and Rich and I took Tallinn for a walk. He loves the snow. He chases snowballs and gets so disappointed when they disappear. I took this photo of him intent on watching Rich making a snow ball to toss for him. Total concentration. He wore himself out bounding in the dense 8 inch snow we have right now in our neighborhood. He has been tuckered out in his dog bed all afternoon. He is loving life in Montana. I think the only thing he misses about Nebraska is the mailman. We have to walk about 1/3 of a mile to the neighborhood post office box. He doesn’t see mail trucks anymore, which he recognizes and knows they contain the mail man…who brings treats for him….at least in Nebraska. We have so few cars in our area that he rarely has anything to look at. He does give the UPS man a bark every now and then. He is not as happy with them – never even liked their trucks going by in Nebraska either. Tallinn enjoys watching the deer….and playing in a big yard. I think he likes his bed being in my office where he can just hang with me all day. I was studying at the kitchen table the other day and he plopped himself down by my side in the dining room on the floor with a sigh. He is still my little side kick. I fell off a step ladder on Friday….I am fine….it was just a clumsy move on my part…but I fell pretty hard. He was right there trying to hug my neck with his and licking my face (which is not something he normally does). He was pretty concerned, poor guy. I am so lucky to have this little guy in my life!

January 2024

It has been a hot minute since I have written anything on this blog. I have plenty of excuses but the biggest one is that the holidays are just hard. It pretty much starts at Joe’s birthday, which is November 13th…goes through Thanksgiving (which we unilaterally skip now)…and into Christmas. What is even harder than Christmas is New Year’s. A lot of fellow grieving moms have shared they feel the same way. Starting a new year when our Joe won’t be a part of it – that is just really hard. There is no rejoicing when the ball drops. I have been reduced to tears for 2 years in a row now. Our tradition was to call each of our kids wherever they were and wish them Happy New Year at midnight. I miss that. I thought as we ventured further into January, I would bounce back but that has not happened. We have travelled a lot in January and for many reasons, I was unable to attend my online grief zoom groups and unable to really allow myself to grieve when I wanted and that all kind of built up until I was home and could decompress a bit. So here I am, at the end of January, playing catch up. But buckle up, people. I am going to catch you up and there is a lot to catch up on.

Tim was able to fly to Montana for just a couple of days from San Diego over the holidays. The airlines are a hot mess and with cancellations happening here and there for his flight into Kalispell (our nearest airport about 25 minutes away), we finally spend the extra time and money to have him fly into Spokane, Washington (4 hours away). This allowed us a little more time with him, as he flew out Christmas afternoon. He is the head sports performance coach for the women’s basketball team at UC San Diego and they are in season right now, so he is super busy. He had never been to Montana before let alone seen our new home, so that was fun. At least in this house he has his own bedroom and bathroom to use when he is here. He seemed to really like the area. We had a day to romp around in the snow in Glacier National Park and play some board games with just the four of us before company came for Christmas. Tim enjoys skiing so we are hoping he’ll be back post season for a longer amount of time to go skiing with his dad and getting to see the area a bit more. He recently got to go to Hawai’i for a conference game. He got to lead his team in yoga stretches on the beach at sunset after getting off the plane. Before the game, he got up with the sun and took a surfing lesson. Joe learned to surf in Norway in a wet suit due to the cold temps (I remember being on the beach in a winter coat taking pictures of him surfing in the snow. Joe would have really been stoked for him to do this!)

Lily had a super long break between the end of her fall semester and the beginning of her spring semester. She finished on December 8th, drove with her roommate up to Omaha and then flew to Montana on December 10th. It was great to have her here. She still likes to spend a lot of time in her room doing whatever it is she does when she is in her room…but when she is out and talkative, it is those times I treasure. She didn’t fly back until January 20th! Unfortunately, we flew out on January 14th and didn’t return until after she left for Omaha. We missed her last week of vacation as we were on a business trip. She was happy to hang out with Tallinn and watch the snow pile up. The week she was here on her own, there was 20 inches of snow that fell. She loves to watch the deer in our yard. This was the longest stint she has had yet in Montana. She like her room because she now has a king-sized bed and a bathroom in her bedroom. She really only needs to exit her room if she is hungry. (insert eye roll here) She seems to like attending Kansas City Art Institute. She is learning that having a best friend is awesome but living with them in a dorm room is a different scenario all the way around. She has had a rough couple of weeks. At the end of last year, she was driving down the highway in Kansas City at night and a white van side-swiped her car and just kept going. She was fine…her car was not damaged too badly, but it was just a lesson in how uncool people can be. On her way from Omaha to Kansas City to start classes a week or so ago, she hit black ice and slid off the highway into the median where she was stuck. She was north of St. Joseph, Missouri in the middle of nowhere and waited about 2 hours for the tow truck to pull her car back onto the highway. No injuries…car was fine. I, however, was trying very hard not to have a panic attack down in Florida, where I couldn’t help her at all. I would like to think Joe was right there, holding that car so it didn’t flip and landing it in the median out of the way of oncoming traffic. Lily keeps her cool. She doesn’t wig out over anything but bugs. She sent me a text and said, “Is it a good time to call you and Dad?” I told her yes, so she called her dad and laid out the story. Having her older brother die in a snow storm almost 2 years prior didn’t help the situation in my heart. I am glad she keeps her cool. The next day was the first day of school and her first class was cancelled due to icy roads. This week, she sent us a text calmly telling us that she thought she might need to make an insurance claim. Her car was parked at KCAI and someone decided the car care kit I gave her for Christmas, a couple of dollars in change and a large pack of toilet paper was worth breaking her back passenger window in her car to steal. A security guard noticed her car window was smashed and texted her. He walked her to her car and then helped her seal it up with a garbage bag until she could get it replaced. Let’s hope that is the end of the drama for the spring semester. When we came home to Montana, we started noticing little tiny rubber ducks about 1/2 inch tall in the most random locations around the house – in potted plants, the microwave, on top of a thermostat….we have found like 8 so far. She won’t tell us how many are hidden. She just said that we MAY find them all before she comes home for the summer in May. Ha! I sent her a package of rubber duckie stickers. She is contemplating placing them randomly all over campus. We are just happy that she is happy. She has matured a bit in her time away from home and she has come out of her shell a bit (not that she was ever in a shell around us at home!).

Rich and I continue to enjoy our time with the volunteer fire department. I may have mentioned before….maybe not, but we have both said that we really feel close to Joe when we are with the fire department…either on training events or calls. A lot of the guys we go on calls with are around Joe’s age, so that is nice as well. The jury is out if that is keeping me young or making me feel old. Maybe a bit of both. Depends on the situation. Rich and I went on a fire call Christmas Eve and Joe was definitely with us on that one. We also brought in Kansas City’s New Year in on a fire call. We also went on a call on his birthday. Joe seems to know when we need to spend time with him. Rich and I, along with four other guys from our hall attended several hours of Wildland Fire Basic class. They call it the 5th season here…winter, spring, summer, wildfire season, then fall. We had a large fire not far from us this past late summer. Now we have the training to participate on the ground if we want. I still need to get my wildland boots yet. I guess the Army/Navy store in Kalispell has some that meet the requirements. Rich is waiting to see if he will get into the 2 week Firefighter 1 class in April. I start emergency medical responder class on Thursday. We have 8 hours of classes a week for 4 weeks then end the course with 3 eight-hour days in the classroom. Hopefully by March 3rd, I will be certified by the state. That is next on my agenda tonight…studying a bit. Depending on how this goes, I may go to school for my EMT license in April.

I mentioned that Lily got to witness 20 inches of snow fall the week we were gone. Prior to that we had a deep freeze the likes they haven’t seen around here in 30 years. The ambient temperature was -34 degrees on day. It was just miserable. I actually went out on few fire calls in that weather. Let me tell you, bunker gear will keep you warm. It didn’t keep our trucks from having issues though. What was really interesting was the Flathead River had all this steam coming off of it because the water was so much warmer than the air. It was eerie. Since we have been home (less than a week now) the weather has been unseasonably warm. We have a lot of trees around our neck of the woods, so there is a lot of shade. Our street is pure ice. I go out to go on a fire call and I look like I am driving the General Lee on the Duke’s of Hazzard – my back end swerves every which way…and I have 4 wheel drive! It has actually been raining a bit. We hear the running of the melting snow. We now look to have about 8 inches of snow, but it is heavy and compacted.

If everything else wasn’t enough, I was offered a slot in a writing through grief class that I am taking online for 5 weeks. It has been pretty interesting so far and I like the writing prompts. I hope to be able to sit down and write about the day that Joe died soon. It has been almost 2 years now. I want to get it all out before the details begin to blur. That class is taking up about 4 hours a week as well.

For the big news….drum roll….Rich and I are starting a new business! We have joined the franchise called Cruise Planners. It is a very well-known travel advisory company based out of Coral Springs, Florida. We have been SLOWLY learning some of the basics via zoom with our foundations coach once a week. We had 6 days of all-day training in Fort Lauderdale, Florida a couple of weeks ago. (we had a 110 degree temperature swing from Montana to Florida.) We were at the convention center from 7:30 a.m. to about 5:30 p.m. every day – so we didn’t get to enjoy the warm, sunny weather. We took walks at night. We were in the marina near the port of Fort Lauderdale, so we had a lot of very expensive yachts just outside our hotel. We woke up daily to see which cruise ships had glided into port during the night. We had a lot to learn! It was like trying to take a sip of water from a fire hose. SO MUCH INFORMATION! We had 79 people in our class, from all over the U.S. and from all walks of life. It was wonderful to meet them all. On the last day, we got to tour the Sky Princess ship. It was fun to see the different types of staterooms and then have a meal in the dining room with just our class. We will be working from our home and able to help anyone who wants to schedule a trip and let us deal with all the details. We can help with land tours, cruises, flights, hotel stays, and excursions….all over the globe. We are excited to share our travel experience with others. Our website is up and running…. www.crownjewelcruiseplanners.com . We also have a business facebook group called Crown Jewel Cruise Planners. Look us up and contact us if you want to see how we can help you!

After our class ended, we drove up to see Rich’s parents (4.5 hours away), stopping to see Rich’s uncle/Godfather along the way. We spent 4 days with his parents. We also got to see some cousins, anther Uncle and Aunt, and spend more time with Rich’s sister, Tammie. She came up to Montana and spent the holidays with us. Rich’s mom continues to mentally decline due to Alzheimer’s. It is hard to see a woman I have known for over 30 years and her not know me, or my husband, her son. It is emotionally, physically, and mentally draining to care for adults with memory loss issues due to dementia or Alzheimer’s, so we are thankful that Rich’s dad does have some help coming in several times a week to give him a break from being her caregiver. We were there during peak manatee season, so took a quick detour to say hi to several dozen.

Well, to leave in the middle of this blog post for a fire call, and now it is getting late. Studying will have to wait until morning, I think. Here are a few photos I mentioned in this post:

Winter in the Flathead Valley

We flew back to Montana early on Wednesday morning. It was a 50 degree temperature drop from San Diego, where we were sporting our winter tans. We hit the ground running. We had doctors appointments and zoom meetings and dentist appointments and fire department training. No cavities…praise God! I have been spoiled to have gone to the same dentist in Bellevue, Nebraska for 12 years. For an Army brat and Air Force spouse, that is a rarity. I continued driving 30 minutes to see her when we moved to Omaha because I just didn’t want someone new. This new office was great. Everyone was friendly. My hygienist (a guy) was a Marine for 10 years. The dentist was in the Air Force for many years and is still in the reserves. I had a big appointment at the hospital in Kalispell for labs, an appointment with the oncology nurse practitioner (who is a former Army nurse – I hadn’t met her before this), a lupron shot (big, big needle) and a zometa infusion (done every 3 months to seal my bones from more tumor growth). It ended up being a 3 hour affair. It began snowing during my time at the hospital on Thursday and just kinda continued on. It is snowing now. I think the valley has gotten maybe 2-3 inches but the mountains are getting feet of snow…which is good as the ski season starts Thursday up here.

We had training outside popping doors off of a junked car and using the extrication tools (jaws of life – type stuff) for our fire hall training on Thursday night. I was plenty toasty in my bunker gear in the snow. I was the person taking care of the dummy in the car (or under the car) depending on the scenario. I told the training officer that I knew I was not strong enough to handle and carry those machines. I would do cribbing or take care of Rescue Randy. It was a lot of fun for 3 hours out in the dark and the snow. The next night we came to the hall early and decorated the trucks with lights and then drove through the Night of Lights parade. I had no idea what a big deal this parade was! It was snowing like crazy and cold…and all 5000 people from Columbia Falls were out in full force for the parade.

We had a good time. We spent the weekend decorating our house. Here are a couple of photos of our new house decorated for Christmas.

A Balmy Thanksgiving

Last year we tried to have a traditional Thanksgiving. It was very hard. When Tim decided to pursue working with collegiate basketball teams, we knew we would lose him to whatever tournament his current team was playing in during the Thanksgiving break. Rich and I decided at that point that we would make our future Thanksgiving holidays about basketball and go to wherever Tim and his team were. They had already made a big trip to Italy in the late summer, so they stayed home for Thanksgiving. We were fine with that as Lily and Rich had not been to San Diego yet. Rich and I flew into Burbank/Hollywood direct from Kalispell on a new (no frills) airline called Avelo. We actually were quite impressed. There is no drink service…no snacks….no frills. You get on and they get you there and back. It was between 2 and 2.5 hours to get there and then it is another 2 hour drive to get to San Diego. (At least it should have been. It took us 4 hours to get there the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.) We rented a car and because Rich guessed the salesman was from Turkey (and he was), he got a free upgrade to a 2023 red Ford Mustang convertible. It is a fun, little sporty car, but the key is little. Not quite a four-adult car…but we made it work and we had great weather for convertible time.

We managed to squeeze a lot in during our time there. Lily flew in from KC on Wednesday night. The three of us stayed on Miramar (hello Top Gun!). Lily was able to stay from Wednesday night until Sunday night. Rich and I stayed a full week, from Wednesday to Wednesday. Thanksgiving day was the only day that Tim had off all day. We spent the day at the San Diego Zoo and then ate dinner at Denny’s. It was actually really nice. The next day while Tim was working, the rest of us went to the Zoo Safari about an hour north of San Diego. That was AMAZING. Can’t wait to get the photos back from that day as they had 4 month old Siberian tiger cubs romping around. Met several photographers waiting for them to come out and play. I have some Christmas stuff to get done, but will have those up soon, I hope, as well as the rest of our trip. We managed to get some time on the beach….Coronado and La Jolla Cove. We got to see harbor seals and seagulls. I have to admit that San Diego has the best sunsets…hands down. They were spectacular every single day. We also spent the day at Sea World, which was fun. Rich and I took a hop on, hop off trolley tour of San Diego which was pretty interesting. They have one of the biggest Little Italy’s in the country. We had lunch there and walked around. We spent time on Coronado and really enjoyed walking around there. We also took a tour of the U.S.S. Midway, which was amazing. Basically, we saw a lot of the major things in San Diego and now we know what we want to spend more time at when we go back again. We were able to get a tour of the weight room at UCSD and he showed us all the sports science side of his job (which is a lot – it is crazy what he does! ) We were all super impressed. We got to see the women’s team play a couple of times while we were there. It was great to see Tim in action. I have included some photos below. That was not his home gym, but a cross-town rival, SDSU. It reminded me of The Pit at the University of New Mexico, where Rich and I went to college….it looks like a one story building on the outside and then just goes straight down. That was A LOT OF STEPS!

One of the best things we got to do was on our last full day there. Rich and I met a friend of mine, MeiLing, for lunch on Coronado. I met MeiLing when we were both bridesmaids at a wedding at Annapolis. She knew the groom, as they were midshipmen together, and I knew the bride. We were both getting ready to go into the military….MeiLing into the Navy, and me, into the Air Force. This was 31.5 years ago. Annapolis has strict guidelines about the weddings at their chapels and the shortest bridesmaids had to be at the end. That was MeiLing and me. We chatted throughout the rehearsal…then at the reception. We became good friends and have always stayed in touch over the decades that passed. I had not seen her since that first time I met her back at Annapolis. That bear hug for her was a long time coming. I also got to introduce her to Rich. It was like the years melted away. It was wonderful!

Although we missed having Joe around with us, it was nice to talk about him with people who knew him his whole life. I felt like he was with us, enjoying San Diego. I felt his presence everywhere.

Happy 29th Birthday to my Joe

It is November 13th in Central Time Zone…where my Joe was born 29 years ago at Scott AFB, Illinois. I am really having a rough time this year. Last year we were able to see Michelle and their dogs….see his best friend, Zac, and go visit all the Olathe Fire Department stations with Kansas City Chiefs cupcakes for all his brothers and sisters with OFD. It was something little, but for us, it felt right. Today, one of the wonderful OFD firefighters Joe graduated with from the academy with went to the crash site and gussied up his roadside memorial. Michelle’s aunt had been by last month and put a fall wreath around the cross. James cleaned up the area and added more white rocks and also added black rocks in the shape of a cross. Joe would have loved it all. The accident happened in rural Colorado off of I-70, so it is not close to much of anything. These wonderful people drove hours to get there and then hours back home. They did this for my son, and I can’t thank them enough for their kindness.

I can’t tell you how hard it is to show these photos on my son’s 29th birthday. So I want to tell you a bit about when Joe was born…because like all of my children’s arrivals into my life, they are emblazoned in my heart and mind. When I was pregnant with Joe, I was on active duty as a nurse in the Air Force. Yep, Joe’s momma wore combat boots while she was pregnant. (I highly recommend it actually, as it has great ankle support). I worked up until the day he was born. I had been working nights most of my pregnancy, but was put on day shift on weekdays once I hit 38 weeks (a pregnancy is normally 40 weeks). We had found out early on that Joe would be a boy. Rich and I wanted to name him Joseph but Rich had a notion that if he was born with red hair (which we thought he probably would be) that we should name him something completely different. His name was going to be Dakota….Coty for short. I never really bought into that “plan B” option. So he became Joseph….red hair and all. In Italian families they seem to just choose a couple of boys names and reuse them over and over again. There are SO MANY Josephs in Rich’s family, namely his brother, his grandfather, and his uncle (and now several cousins’ kids). Matthew, Joe’s middle name came from my brother. His name is Craig Matthew. It was going to be Joseph Craig but we didn’t want him to ever be called JC….the name of a person we both knew in college who I was not too fond of. I liked Joseph Matthew because it was Biblical and it was a strong name. It fit him. We realized he would never be a Joey (that is what Rich’s brother went by….he kind of broke the mold), so we called him Joseph. Little did we know he would be dyslexic and writing Joseph on the top of all of his papers would be a lot for him. In 1st grade, we were living in Colorado Springs and he was taking Spanish classes. That year he went by Jose….it was shorter, after all. By the end of 2nd grade, he had moved schools and was going by Joe. That was so much easier and fitting.

I pray for Joe every night, just as I do my other kids. As I mention them each by name, I envision them as young children. I can feel their little bodies in a hug and the smooth skin of their faces against my cheeks. With my boys, I can also close my eyes and feel their adult faces with their scratchy facial hair and callused hands. We are huggers in our family, so I can still feel them if I close my eyes think hard enough. This is my mother’s heart….and I can still feel all my kids, even if they are not with me. I have had moments of panic over the last 20 months since Joe died that I would forget how he felt…but I haven’t. I can look at a picture of him and feel him immediately at that age…the smoothness of his skin, the feel of his hair…his tight squeeze. I so miss his voice….his smile….and his laugh. There are many days I can smile when I say his name and remember all his wild antics (and he had many); others, like today, it is just a heavy weight on my heart- on that is already broken. I have been a mom for 29 years now…but do not have a 29 year old to celebrate with. However, I celebrate the 27+ years we had with our Joe. He was larger than life while living and continues to be today. We will be honoring our Joe by making a donation to our volunteer fire department this week. I think I can probably speak for Rich when I say we feel very close to Joe when we are there….whether in training or on calls. We plan on honoring Joe by doing this volunteer firefighting. And like Joe, it has been such a gift to us. We have learned so much of the life he led professionally, and we have met so many good people at the station. So here are a few photos of my Joe. Please offer up a prayer for him today….for his brother, Tim, and sister, Lily, who are also missing him, and for his wife, Michelle. His friends are also honoring him today, and I so appreciate them keeping his memory alive. No one is truly dead until people stop talking about them. Happy birthday, Joe. I love you and I sure do miss you!

A Salute to our Veterans!

Wow, it has been a hot minute since I have posted. It is all due to travel and being busy – all good things. Rich went to Florida for 12 days, met me in Houston for a long weekend of family fun and the baptism of our youngest niece, Emily Jo, where we were very honored and humbled to become her Godparents. Rich came home after that weekend and I stayed another week to spend time with my mom and dad and my brother and his family. My dad’s siblings were all visiting Houston and my dad, so that was nice to see them all together. When I finally flew home on October 30th, I brought my mom with me. We introduced her to our new home and our life in Montana. It was nice to show her some snow and some beautiful scenery as well. My mom was able to go to an afternoon at the oncology center with me for the first time. She got to meet my doctor and nurse and to see the infusion center where I go for treatment and blood draws every 4th week. My mom flew home on Sunday, Nov 5th and life just kept going here. We are active with the volunteer fire department here and try to go on most of the calls. Just got back from one, in fact. It is indeed a brotherhood/sisterhood of people who are just willing to go the extra mile to help their neighbors….even if it is in the middle of the night. I hope to be able to take the EMT classes in January- May at the local community college (30 minutes away). We shall see. I did have scans this past week. The local radiologist and the Mayo radiologist came to the same conclusion….still stable. I was a bit nervous about this set of scans. It had been 6 months since my last set of scans and a lot had gone on since the last set. I will be zooming with my sarcoma specialist at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN on Dec 1st, but I have read the reports and it all should be good news. Shrinkage would be nice, but stability is a close second.

Rich and I have taken on a new franchise….but we JUST started….it is a company called Cruise Planners and we won’t just manage cruise vacations but any kind of vacations. More to come on that. We have a big business trip in January, so we will learn more at that point. We are still getting the website and business stuff going. So if you want to travel…think of us! We should know what we are doing soon!

So Veteran’s Day…..I spent my day mostly at the community college taking a bread making class. It was pretty fast and furious….we made all sorts of breads in a short period of time. I got home in time to head out to a volunteer fire department call. But the veterans in my life have been heavy on my heart today. My family is a military one…as is Rich’s. His brother is still active duty Army. Today is the day that I would have sent out Veteran’s Day cards (I usually send out about 24 of them each year – I just lost track of time this year). I am sorry I didn’t get to tell each of those veterans how much their service means to me. This is the day that I would have called my Joe and told him Happy Veteran’s Day and told him how proud I was of his service to our country….what it meant to me to have him continue that chain of military service to the next generation in our family. It died with him…that legacy of service, so today is kind of another one of those hard days missing Joe. Monday is his 29th birthday. That will be hard as well. There are so many wonderful people who God put on our life path over the years. People from my parent’s generation…to include my dad and my uncles. Then there was my Grandpa and Grandma Neitzke, who both served in WWII. They are gone but never forgotten. All the people who Rich and I served with…..so, so many people….men and women. Now we see so many photos and messages from our military friends that their children are also signing up for military service. We are not the only ones amongst our friends who has a father swearing in or getting saluted to by a son or daughter. My heart swells with pride as I see these photos now popping up on Facebook. You tend to surround yourself with like people. I have always just grown up with those in military service. It is a part of me and I am so very proud of that. So I salute all of you veterans….those who paved the way for us and are now gone, those who are retired, those who currently serve, and those who are preparing for military service. Thank you for the tireless service you have given to our country. Thank you for being willing to miss holidays and birthdays and anniversaries. Thanks for standing up for freedom and what is right. I salute you all. These photos are of my family who have served whom I have photos of. Love you all!

Catching up with the Montana Messinas

Catch up post! What have we been up to? This week has a lot of appointments. For two people with relatively free calendars, we have had appointments this week!

I joined a book club that is offered through the cancer support center in the area. It is such a nice group of people. The social worker who helps organize the meetings each month is able to get hard copies of the books for everyone for free. We discussed the book entitled, “The Magnificent Lives of Majorie Post” by Alison Pataki. It was really good! It was not something that I would have read on my own, so I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed it. It is a biographical fiction about the life of the Post cereal foods heiress, Majorie Post. It talks about Kellogg’s…it was really very interesting. I have the next two months’ books in hand and they are each different and interesting-looking. I am happy to be a part of this group. I am an avid reader and have an audio book going during the day and a different book on my kindle at night. I love a good story, so getting me out of my normal wheelhouse, is a welcome change as well as being able to discuss them with!

Yesterday I had a doctor’s appointment with a new set of medical folks, called my palliative medical team. I met a fabulous nurse and also an awesome doctor. Unfortunately, that doctor is leaving in November to move out of the area. However, I have my foot in the door for this palliative care team. For those of you who don’t know much about palliative care, let me fill you in. A palliative care team includes a physician certified or experienced in hospice or palliative care, nurse practitioner, clinical social worker, spiritual support specialist, and a registered nurse. Most insurance companies will cover palliative care. This team helps me with relief from symptoms, pain, and the stress of serious illness. The goal is to improve my quality of life that are patient and family centered. To be eligible, you must have a serious illness or life-limiting illness. They don’t step in last minute as you are dying…but they can. I wish I would have had something like this during the first stages of my cancer diagnosis. However, I wanted to get my foot in the door here and get to know them and allow them to help me with side effect management. I am currently doing fairly well, but I do live with a lot of pain in my feet and one of my medical side effects is incredibly vivid dreams, which I have every night, all night. Even though I have slept all night, I do not wake up feeling rested. I was able to talk to her about these symptoms and I will be trying to add a bit of magnesium glycinate at night to help alleviate the issue of the dreams and the cramping in my arches at night. It is such a little thing…but I have been dealing with it for over 2.5 years now. They will keep meeting with me, to get to know me and get to know what I would like for end of life care, whenever that happens. As I told a good friend on the phone today, it was a gut-check to have this meeting take place….but it was also long overdue and I am glad to be in the hands of some wonderfully caring people. I have my next treatment tomorrow, on Thursday. It consists of 3 appointments. I go in and get my lab work drawn. I then go and see my oncologist. He has been great…he wants to see me every time I come in for a shot and do blood work to keep an eye on me. He listens to my heart and lungs…makes sure I don’t have weird swelling going on…you know…doctor stuff that I never got from my local oncologist in Omaha….who I hadn’t seen in over 2 years in person. I am pretty sure this is what my care is supposed to look like. Then after seeing him, I head over to the infusion clinic and get a shot in the hip. Then I am free for the month. However…it is getting to be time for a scan again. My specialist at the Mayo clinic said 4-6 months and the last scan was mid May….so we are getting to be in that time frame now. I will talk to him about it tomorrow. Rich and I are traveling a lot in October…and not actually much of it will be together, so we’ll see what they come up with. This will be my first set of scans here in Montana.

Rich is at the small VA clinic in Kalispell today getting his initial patient appointment done as well. We’ll have to see how much can be done at this clinic. The nearest VA hospital is hours away. I heard a rumor they were thinking of putting a VA hospital in Kalispell, but I don’t know when that would happen or if it was just a rumor.

Friday around noon I will be leaving for Anaconda, Montana (which is near Butte). It is a four hour drive to get there. I will be going on a retreat for women in Montana with cancer. It is called Mending in the Mountains and there will be 60 women attending. I am really looking forward to the retreat and the drive. The colors are changing now and the bright yellows and reds are beautiful in the mountains. I will get home late Sunday afternoon. I had to laugh as I read an email this morning from the organizers saying they are having a Hawaiian themed party on Saturday night and we could feel free to dress up if we wanted to. It is going to be on the porch of the retreat center…which seems like it would be outside….the highs are going to be in the 50’s and lows in the high 30’s. It is more flannel weather, I think! We shall see!

Rich and I have been busy enjoying the beautiful fall weather here. We went to East Glacier (about a 2 hour drive) and hiked all day around there. We went bicycling in Whitefish for an hour and a half or so on Monday. We have taken the dog for a walk on around the riverside city park in Columbia Falls (our nearest town – about 10 minutes away). We are always looking for bears as they are eating 20 hours a day right now trying to fatten up for their winter hibernation. It didn’t take long for us to become more like the locals and be looking at all the scat on the ground….trying to determine which animal it belongs to and how fresh it is. Yep…didn’t do that in Omaha!

Today is a rainy, cooler day, so I am getting things done inside. Catching up on blogging…doing the laundry….making phone calls…procrastinating on vacuuming…which I will do when I am done with this post. I did go out and dusted off my 16 oz boxing gloves this morning. I wrapped up my hands for the first time in 3 years (I stopped bag training when I was put on blood thinners….almost 3 years ago to the day today). It felt good to hit a heavy bag, jump rope and do some speed bag work. It made me realize how out of boxing shape I am, but wow, it felt good. I am thinking Rich may have to use the Thera gun on my upper back tonight or tomorrow, but that’s okay. It was glorious to go cool off in 50 degree weather on the front porch afterwards. That is Tallinn’s favorite spot to be…on the front porch watching everything….like a whole flock of turkeys just making their way across our yard. He doesn’t like turkeys and gives them a wide berth. Here’s a fighting shot of my first day back!