Change in Seattle Plans

We got a phone call this morning (Monday) from Seattle. The oncologist we were supposed to meet with tomorrow won’t be in after all. The nurse practitioner we spoke with doesn’t think that the orthopedic doctor we were scheduled to see is the right person, either. She said an ENT would be a better choice, since Rebekah’s tumor was in her face and an ENT would be responsible for any surgery there. So, instead of going tomorrow (and keeping with all the plans we had made), we will be going Thursday and meeting only with the oncologist. According to the nurse practitioner, he should be able to answer all of our questions, and if not, then he should be able to get scans in front of another doc and get back to us before we might be able to schedule an appointment with multiple doctors. Ugh! One more delay. We’re frustrated and we’re not happy campers.

Thankfully, Debbie is available to watch Sarah for us Thursday. And she and her family were going to watch both girls for the weekend starting Friday morning. Instead, we will leave Sarah with her Thursday morning and Rebekah with her Thursday evening.

Daddy and I are helping with a car race on Mt. Hood all day Saturday, so we'll head up there either Thursday night or Friday morning with the camping trailer. Then we'll meet up with the Dunham family at a pumpkin patch Sunday afternoon and help the girls pick out pumpkins and bring them home.

The girls and Mommy met Aunt TT, cousin Jacob, cousin Michael and Grandma A Saturday and visited one of Grandma A's friend at her farm. The kids got to see goats, chickens, turkeys, ducks, etc... And they got to pick out a pumpkin. They had lots of fun feeding the goats and picking out pumpkins. Sarah was fine with the animals, as long as they were behind a fence. She wasn't too fond of the ones that could come to her. Also, Sarah fell as we walked up to Aunt TT's door and scraped up her nose, forehead and fingers. It didn't start the day off too well. So, now I have two girls with bonks on their faces and heads.

It was really cute watching the 4 kids getting hay to feed the goats. First, they would get a handful and push it through the fence. Then they found a 2 quart pitcher and started filling it up and then climbing up on a bench so they could reach over the top of the fence and pour it out. They talked Kelly (Grandma A's friend, who owns the farm) into finding another pitcher and a couple of buckets so they could all have something to fill and pour. They probably spent a half hour feeding the goats. Kelly told us that the entire bale of hay needed to go into the pen that day, whether the kids did it or she finished it.

Please continue to keep Gage and his family in your prayers. Their family and circumstances weigh heavy on our hearts and in our prayers.