tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055715345131961562024-03-13T10:14:29.143-07:00Derek, Kaela and Camden BeachThe Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-70680223657575317922012-08-19T18:01:00.002-07:002012-08-19T18:01:50.603-07:00Transplant StuffRemember that time I was like, "Yeah, I'm going to post everyday about the transplant". Well, if you couldn't tell, that didn't happen. I guess I didn't realize how exhausting this adventure really would be. The internet is horrible at the hospital so I am not able to upload any photos and by the time I get home I have no desire to get on the computer. So I shall tell you what has happened: The night before the transplant, <span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">Derek thought it would be appropriate to get rid of the sweet ‘fro he had
going.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I must admit, even I was jealous
of the awesomeness his afro encompassed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But he shaved it and for a couple minutes even had a Mr. T like afro
Mohawk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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had to be at the hospital at 5:30 in the morning, which was tough since we didn’t
even know that time existed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had to
get surgery to get his chest catheter in and after that they just admitted him
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had a little snafu when I waited in the waiting room for 4 hours for him to get
out of his 15 minute surgery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Mayo
Clinic has this great system where each patient has a number and you are able
to keep tabs on the patient if they are in surgery, when they get out,
etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Derek’s said he was out of surgery
so I gave it an hour to let him recover.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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getting worried, just to find out they had already moved him and forgot to let
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I stomped all the way to the bone marrow wing where the nice nurses showed me
to my husband in his nice, cozy room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
messed up and brought him 2 dinners but he didn’t complain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We met with the Nurse Practitioner and Derek
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He did chemo everyday for the next five days. Each day he got sicker and sicker. They had to put him on a schedule of anti-nausea meds because he was getting so sick.<br />
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Jason came in the morning and got all set up. The extraction process is similar to dialysis. He had been getting shots for a week that pushed the stem cells out into his blood and the machine filtered his blood and pulled out all the cells. </div>
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Derek was able to go visit Jason, since it is all on the same floor. The process took a few hours. Once the cells were extracted they had to be sent to a lab to get tested. At around 6 in the evening, the transplant was ready to get started. It really was a simple process. </div>
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Today is Day +2 and he is feeling decent. He hasn't been able to eat today because of his persist nausea but he is in good spirits. For now it is a waiting game. His blood counts are dropping, which is to be expected. But once they start increasing again, that means that Jason's cells have engrafted. We then have to wait to see how he does and make sure he does not have any complications. This could take anywhere from 2, 3, 4 or more weeks. For now, we are really hopeful and we are excited to begin this new journey in our life. I am always amazed at the love we are given by family, friends, and strangers. So thanks, we like you too. </div>
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The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-19635118923358023642012-08-07T17:27:00.001-07:002012-08-07T17:27:26.730-07:00The Day BeforeI guess I should get back into the groove of blogging because, you know, I won't have anything better to do for the next month. Today, we had our day before the transplant visit (this is the third one). But this time, we're all good! Derek had gotten sick last week so they pushed the transplant back a week. Tomorrow, he officially checks in to his glamorous and fun filled stay at the Mayo Clinic. He got checked out by a P.A. and then his doctor came in, gave his blessing, and we left. We are excited but seem to have a looming cloud hanging over us. <br />
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For those who have no idea how this type of transplant works, this is a 3-6 week process within the hospital. He goes in tomorrow and has surgery to get a catheter put into his chest. Which looks a little like this:<br />
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It dangles from the outside of his chest and makes it so multiple fluids can get to him. It is pretty gross looking seeing it on a person, so you're lucky this is all you get to see. <br />
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He may also start his anti-rejection meds tomorrow but I do not know for sure. On Thursday, he will start chemo. He is in remission but the chemo is to kill off his immune system completely. He will do chemo everyday for a week. Next Friday, he will get his brother Jason's bone marrow cells injected into him. Jason also has a process where he gets an injection everyday for a few days that stimulates the stem cells into his bones and then pushes those cells out into his blood. Jason will then get his blood filtered, similar to dialysis, and those cells will be extracted. On that same day they will put them into Derek. <br />
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Then the waiting game begins. Derek's blood work will show that he has none of the proper ingredients to fight infections. Once those numbers start coming up, that means that Jason's cells have been engrafted. Once Derek's immune system is built back up he can come home. However, complications are not a rare deal with this type of transplant. Because Jason and Derek had a 10 point match in their bone marrow, the likely hood of Derek rejecting the cells is a slim 2%. So rejection is not likely. But, Graft Vs. Host disease is up to a 50% likely hood. A small dose of Graft Vs. Host is not threatening and can appear in something as small as a rash. But Graft Vs. Host disease can be deadly, killing off different organs like the liver. The fatality rate of this type of transplant is 20%, which is a terrifying number if you ask me. <br />
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If no serious complications occur, Derek can be home in as little as 3 weeks. We then will have to still make the trek to the Mayo Clinic every single day for a few weeks until Derek gets farther and farther out of the danger zone. <br />
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For the purposes of letting everyone who wants to be updated about his progress I will attempt to blog everyday. Let's hope for a super boring blog. <br />
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Everyday before the actual transplant is numbered in the negatives, so tomorrow will be Day -9. The day the transplant occurs is Day 0 and everyday after that is Day +whatever. Here's to hoping for the most boring 109 days of my life. <br />
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Unfortunately, I know this will not be true. I feel a little like this:<br />
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Over the last few days I have felt my blood pressure rising, I'm pretty sure I've developed an ulcer, and there are times when I feel a little nutty. I am so, so scared. This is suppose to be the light at the end of the tunnel but I can't help feeling overwhelmed and a little pessimistic (or as I like to call it, realism). There are so many things that can go wrong and that fatality rate scares the crap out of me. Really scares me. Where I have had to think about things if they do go wrong. And frankly, I am barely strong enough to deal with the thoughts, I can't imagine if those become a reality. I am also stressed about poor Camden. He will not get to see Derek for those days he is in the hospital (minus through skype) and for a daddy's boy I imagine this will be tough. <br />
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I am grateful for fantastic family and friends who have been loving and supportive. I am grateful for a fabulous ward who has truly taken care of us. And I am grateful to have my faith. Even if I can not foresee what is to come in this life, I do know what will happen in the next and that gives me incredible comfort. <br />
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Thanks for all the prayers and kind words, we need them. Tune in to see what tomorrow is like. The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-67733638087896386482012-07-06T16:40:00.000-07:002012-07-06T16:40:55.859-07:00Scan Results<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Today we received the results from Derek's PET scan. To recap: the night before he was suppose to go into the hospital and get the bone marrow transplant, the doctor canceled the transplant because Derek still had too much cancer. Derek started a new chemo that has only been approved for about a year and he did 3 rounds of it over 9 weeks. The results: he is in REMISSION! They showed us his scan and not a speck of cancer was on it, never seen that before. He did chemo today and will probably do it in another couple of weeks while he gets ready for the transplant. We do not know yet when the transplant will be but it will probably be soon now that he is in remission. We are excited! Thanks for all the prayers!The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-69770967808962855962012-05-21T18:51:00.001-07:002012-05-21T18:51:54.677-07:00Transplant Update<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;">So…the
transplant is on hold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We went to the
Mayo Clinic today to do Derek’s final doctor consultation before he goes in
tomorrow for the transplant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The doctor
told us that Derek still has too much cancer to do the transplant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If Derek did the transplant it would most
likely not work and his chances for a cure are lessened greatly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is a new drug that was approved last
summer that is specifically for Derek’s cancer so the doctor wants him to start
doing that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hopefully this drug will put
Derek into remission and then into transplant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The less cancer he has or even (hopefully) remission increases his
chances of being cured by a bone marrow transplant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Happily, Derek will get to do all his
treatments at the Mayo Clinic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We love
the Mayo Clinic and we are happy that everything (blood draw, scans, doctor)
are under one roof rather than the millions of different places we have had to
deal with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are upset because we have
been preparing for this moment for a long time and to be told the day before
that the transplant was off was a little bit to take in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, we are happy that the doctor knows
what is most likely to get Derek into a cure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We have mixed feelings but we are content to do whatever has the most
chance of getting Derek into remission.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Thanks for all the love and support you all have given us, we do not
take it lightly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> In the mean time, look at this face. It makes everything better:</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-40036360807838191392011-12-12T20:25:00.000-08:002011-12-13T15:59:12.444-08:002011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JMBPPGuID5VE_HEnttSNKvLImFfygVfgiIDMWvfE2hyYAw9A-9eMjrG2hwD2u_ZDHEcZ2tG9Hd25IAlmajPXyU3Uypv2qrlSPHUlqk0-N-3H4NBf4e9M3tTCzwEvzlIhdUE_QGU3KDBj/s1600/IMG_0263.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizlEo4BYK_YS9uCMp3aJo4W94Bl1_9NvPhqkldSTik_ihc5OANbsfuiX6Y4UKAZlVrdQlve_COp4c_PGFBBd91rdrWRbpMfvXqLRHkER_Lff8KvFJiE4ASKdhwIAQAwnJ_qGDFu2yXWFhd/s1600/IMG_0223.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizlEo4BYK_YS9uCMp3aJo4W94Bl1_9NvPhqkldSTik_ihc5OANbsfuiX6Y4UKAZlVrdQlve_COp4c_PGFBBd91rdrWRbpMfvXqLRHkER_Lff8KvFJiE4ASKdhwIAQAwnJ_qGDFu2yXWFhd/s320/IMG_0223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685751105413543698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Try not to judge me too harshly with my lack of blog posting. And I would promise to get better but I know you don't like to be lied to. So in that case I shall recap the wild year 2011 has been for us.<br /><br />January- At the end of 2010 we found out that Derek's cancer was back. So in January, after tons of testing and scans, Derek started chemo again. He was not happy to say the least but can you blame him? We decided that I should continue to go to school so I started my second semester at ASU (and did awesome, just thought you would like to know). It has been almost year since then so my memory may be fuzzy (or I purposely blocked it out, who knows?) but I don't think anything else happened in January. Here are some pictures of Camden in January.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFfmt0WZNasZS2GQCitMv-acj69pATB__z20sePW-coxnJmXARE6zYp4RZoY_ttJHHR9Hb8nZvIT61bWUcVyrqOcmtAwFbjY3TVI2lY_997tnfoHzYc6KLeEPZByM7YbrG1ZpghIZ90_Z/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFfmt0WZNasZS2GQCitMv-acj69pATB__z20sePW-coxnJmXARE6zYp4RZoY_ttJHHR9Hb8nZvIT61bWUcVyrqOcmtAwFbjY3TVI2lY_997tnfoHzYc6KLeEPZByM7YbrG1ZpghIZ90_Z/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685471249660930434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgp4J1QBgHxFJGfxRxpXZg-On1QD6V2t2dkMaAgdd08pMm1Ibo1ma0o1xwqOMAIapdydDHMdaIygfLL8Dz3RSwVUEgMmJovpKFhX_Q9GejXkQh4g1UbBWtYKhuLakzRCxaBjLraOehOan3/s1600/036.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgp4J1QBgHxFJGfxRxpXZg-On1QD6V2t2dkMaAgdd08pMm1Ibo1ma0o1xwqOMAIapdydDHMdaIygfLL8Dz3RSwVUEgMmJovpKFhX_Q9GejXkQh4g1UbBWtYKhuLakzRCxaBjLraOehOan3/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685471687516480946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDF6ExsmkHvlBDO9KEO90ZwJdT-VJ3_iyGX12LRRLYi6FS6FjwDyIO9ubVucaaSueh_S_L8PoguZSJoX-VPtS_QdRMGff7g7U9x6Bi1EIloQtft3CMwEM2t4zyvXfld1aaSCvRUDW3JKLd/s1600/039.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDF6ExsmkHvlBDO9KEO90ZwJdT-VJ3_iyGX12LRRLYi6FS6FjwDyIO9ubVucaaSueh_S_L8PoguZSJoX-VPtS_QdRMGff7g7U9x6Bi1EIloQtft3CMwEM2t4zyvXfld1aaSCvRUDW3JKLd/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685473251959746818" border="0" /></a><br />February-In February, Derek started losing his hair:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xfWHfTQ8Z4doqaOA_VpjKKS9x5qA0_hYo0D3cub1WOUWLWFAFqkjbWbyXOuj5j2LY_Y1sFM8jra8GJBXdjR6_vXcqZGpTQ2njGbqF1ZRz1tyTB637B2udl_IonkN47oNStVIq5RnHDfs/s1600/DSCN0855.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xfWHfTQ8Z4doqaOA_VpjKKS9x5qA0_hYo0D3cub1WOUWLWFAFqkjbWbyXOuj5j2LY_Y1sFM8jra8GJBXdjR6_vXcqZGpTQ2njGbqF1ZRz1tyTB637B2udl_IonkN47oNStVIq5RnHDfs/s320/DSCN0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685495216741383282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjss-oGodtvB51VpYpRTzq6oKTsDyC6v1U3_JZ5-yge5xJcK0ZxxugVwQUPX4n4r2ibKeyZWszXsSGpW32XAZrBiNHXwtm2Yut2m6kndjA3u_1LLP9vHZ9sutGCiP4ezAKkc-vMc9iD_50i/s1600/DSCN0856.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjss-oGodtvB51VpYpRTzq6oKTsDyC6v1U3_JZ5-yge5xJcK0ZxxugVwQUPX4n4r2ibKeyZWszXsSGpW32XAZrBiNHXwtm2Yut2m6kndjA3u_1LLP9vHZ9sutGCiP4ezAKkc-vMc9iD_50i/s320/DSCN0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685495887096742898" border="0" /></a>Pretty wicked. He eventually just shaved it because it was grossing me out that he pulled out huge chunks out of a time.<br /><br />In February we also celebrated Derek's fake birthday. His birthday is February 29th so on non-leap years we have to pretend like his birthday is on the 28th. We had a small little family get together for it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHg3l6VjPIX_nwXS6aKpxOSWTO85TE4cRU_GbQsT4bbNEB2KYMchfYHaytSkJws6E0dTh4rNAkz-t7kG3mynNzOsjisf0TfKAaAVQywfzXss86ZCL3zHB68vsBI86IbO5OrHaMNKJkaTc_/s1600/DSCN0873.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHg3l6VjPIX_nwXS6aKpxOSWTO85TE4cRU_GbQsT4bbNEB2KYMchfYHaytSkJws6E0dTh4rNAkz-t7kG3mynNzOsjisf0TfKAaAVQywfzXss86ZCL3zHB68vsBI86IbO5OrHaMNKJkaTc_/s320/DSCN0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685499508648927314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7s2KrzmeIJIFII3awyx-zuCdsry_50-cmtCJNDW005d9_eaOuJ1TSr09i5BiNgCBSi2r5ermfwnSRev6pOlrL3SulRl5lEDsVI5Xrz7F_x916c9w1FbOE1AXyGdcPtzEaY6ZImB-3CLz7/s1600/DSCN0875.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7s2KrzmeIJIFII3awyx-zuCdsry_50-cmtCJNDW005d9_eaOuJ1TSr09i5BiNgCBSi2r5ermfwnSRev6pOlrL3SulRl5lEDsVI5Xrz7F_x916c9w1FbOE1AXyGdcPtzEaY6ZImB-3CLz7/s320/DSCN0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685499967602267506" border="0" /></a><br />I surprised him with the most awesome gift, an ipad! Jealous?!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU313ctkGmIQgo7WQ9_VNU9eYrSIjaTvGk0VN6CetdmX4ICgnkazzahQpX1nDS4elE3InEs-b4SD0w64xV_sBfSI0LdrSz-uqzr21R1Qi8YeRPvUuHcq8Embi-N02tpFSSK2T4VFuf6mp6/s1600/DSCN0879.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU313ctkGmIQgo7WQ9_VNU9eYrSIjaTvGk0VN6CetdmX4ICgnkazzahQpX1nDS4elE3InEs-b4SD0w64xV_sBfSI0LdrSz-uqzr21R1Qi8YeRPvUuHcq8Embi-N02tpFSSK2T4VFuf6mp6/s320/DSCN0879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685500353717735618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5l1FwmngfcC6WbG_dc2nS3bz5qLklddCyoHrCx5k-tdtFEw2Sfn40t5C-lTAytR_5-n0Gv1_ochML0FMfhpb227ytYRvn2I2FprozA9tg8RgIHKWCyGKUf64vXodW3OP7KJITWcANuvM3/s1600/DSCN0883.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5l1FwmngfcC6WbG_dc2nS3bz5qLklddCyoHrCx5k-tdtFEw2Sfn40t5C-lTAytR_5-n0Gv1_ochML0FMfhpb227ytYRvn2I2FprozA9tg8RgIHKWCyGKUf64vXodW3OP7KJITWcANuvM3/s320/DSCN0883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685500718602377234" border="0" /></a><br />And no, that is not a homeless man holding that Ipad, that is Derek.<br /><br />March- In march I had a big wedding that I did. It was a lot of fun and I got to experience some flowers that I have never worked with before. I think the arrangements turned out great and the bride and groom were quite happy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5F56S8-u4m2xwMl0VRCo50G2sGqkl0RO55580xkhfxPWMLziMWRfhgISr5v9LMsN14RO2zp1THjg-6Yqm6tYilAhNmo2ojwBwEplWa00uUbXKtRpglv5PAEa1Af_0HwZDCif4Vt4Ubk9M/s1600/DSCN0887.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5F56S8-u4m2xwMl0VRCo50G2sGqkl0RO55580xkhfxPWMLziMWRfhgISr5v9LMsN14RO2zp1THjg-6Yqm6tYilAhNmo2ojwBwEplWa00uUbXKtRpglv5PAEa1Af_0HwZDCif4Vt4Ubk9M/s320/DSCN0887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685519547021548098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JBemOu3KPf9Kbth9mPqdhA3thBgq94vhmUEwGhgEZFF014J8Nh3m12rYu81cq9pp3MmRSGC7_qItdIMZXet-7x4quVGxPfBjep334BK7rPDQbAAK_RZOohFc5SfPUR1fJiQuNUb38VWu/s1600/DSCN0884.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JBemOu3KPf9Kbth9mPqdhA3thBgq94vhmUEwGhgEZFF014J8Nh3m12rYu81cq9pp3MmRSGC7_qItdIMZXet-7x4quVGxPfBjep334BK7rPDQbAAK_RZOohFc5SfPUR1fJiQuNUb38VWu/s320/DSCN0884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685519919792113090" border="0" /></a>We also did our annual spring break Disneyland trip. We went for 3 days. My sister and Josh (our neighbor and my sister's then-boyfriend) accompanied us for the best trip we have EVER had at Disneyland. It was seriously so much fun.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJcAzR2F-xuoFQgfsdDQV9n6SQUkQVERP2tgVSa2NPoUonBipyAZe1tiResJCw31FAaFSn2eto6JBYSE0OsBY_Vi8ksogQyc3w_y-n-uj0a4lnIJ_KYG8x5K5wkG0ZFd1qc2EzUjXRhNK/s1600/DSCN0914.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJcAzR2F-xuoFQgfsdDQV9n6SQUkQVERP2tgVSa2NPoUonBipyAZe1tiResJCw31FAaFSn2eto6JBYSE0OsBY_Vi8ksogQyc3w_y-n-uj0a4lnIJ_KYG8x5K5wkG0ZFd1qc2EzUjXRhNK/s320/DSCN0914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685510866398745058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtM8zZtSazzc7lJHQHi5ZBaYxte30qxAsNOIN6h7FBsebh54Uu-7yuQeBhHkjukRSxO5py3Y30rNK-nhryLbOk-9ns74S3AhjjqJLu4Nzhshu8CJhIz1iHl4OT8tl9c3HJwdj-ggiVpTaB/s1600/DSCN1003.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtM8zZtSazzc7lJHQHi5ZBaYxte30qxAsNOIN6h7FBsebh54Uu-7yuQeBhHkjukRSxO5py3Y30rNK-nhryLbOk-9ns74S3AhjjqJLu4Nzhshu8CJhIz1iHl4OT8tl9c3HJwdj-ggiVpTaB/s320/DSCN1003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685522298721663634" border="0" /></a><br />April-In April we did our second Relay for Life that is run by the American Cancer Society. During the cancer survivor walk, Derek took Camden with him. Camden thought all the applause was for him.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLgB18wNpkXdLT0nDHRqpZbGdDRX_KWUjPU0aq-FMNCP75Tkfqv5E7R763OMjOidsqOO3fXtalt4P2t0kiYQbNqYjyq839SgZAWAQAQea-ETym6rNc2x8in9_Dku3owVO7NtW9ghNn1Wm/s1600/DSCN1210+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLgB18wNpkXdLT0nDHRqpZbGdDRX_KWUjPU0aq-FMNCP75Tkfqv5E7R763OMjOidsqOO3fXtalt4P2t0kiYQbNqYjyq839SgZAWAQAQea-ETym6rNc2x8in9_Dku3owVO7NtW9ghNn1Wm/s320/DSCN1210+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685523482207975890" border="0" /></a>We did a Beach pier carnival. Camden and I posed for a picture.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxscIXe-3qu6b2BRtpi-RY7hoNkG83sogV14d9xpPwf3TyzwI-5u-Vgl5NmtmlJiiDY5TC5r5ST8_WDUMicDIMOZIsjjsFKLdKHYsmB-HaCFQAc-8HQ9uHSBQ3J6FHaPIWM_tzIYm7EXH/s1600/DSCN1222.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxscIXe-3qu6b2BRtpi-RY7hoNkG83sogV14d9xpPwf3TyzwI-5u-Vgl5NmtmlJiiDY5TC5r5ST8_WDUMicDIMOZIsjjsFKLdKHYsmB-HaCFQAc-8HQ9uHSBQ3J6FHaPIWM_tzIYm7EXH/s320/DSCN1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685523946048345026" border="0" /></a>We had a great time and raised over $2000 for the American Cancer Society. Boo-yah!<br /><br />In April I also turned 24. No pictures were captured to document this momentous occasion. Sadly, the day was spent in class and I barely remember that day. All well.<br /><br />At the end of the month we joined Marlena and Rochelle on a hike.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjME5C1HCiLNnu072zt_H0Uk6Pa7cfR2PfcWFQW6I0lRJDfgdLEEYw0t2Q3-V5Bc17_9mFX8mm2aMF9KUaO_mj-nzZGcIniWZz5N8BZr7VfYHnKuPOsfAzUIO7wfbBe8zvRexaLWJCCnOmz/s1600/DSCN1270.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjME5C1HCiLNnu072zt_H0Uk6Pa7cfR2PfcWFQW6I0lRJDfgdLEEYw0t2Q3-V5Bc17_9mFX8mm2aMF9KUaO_mj-nzZGcIniWZz5N8BZr7VfYHnKuPOsfAzUIO7wfbBe8zvRexaLWJCCnOmz/s320/DSCN1270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685527261090721506" border="0" /></a><br />The young cousins got to hang out.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyEo_o4xsIvo0uNJjUJDPGV_ZPtoNUr4WeG63jQaibd8S0aP-xth52JuJmPtBwz0bmzNOZvWqwkZ6Ex9WgBBWJnzUEf_xgvv8XZaTUatdElNAQRaKshO7aUWsNO_2_qHrxiiL83t6ua7aF/s1600/DSCN1265.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyEo_o4xsIvo0uNJjUJDPGV_ZPtoNUr4WeG63jQaibd8S0aP-xth52JuJmPtBwz0bmzNOZvWqwkZ6Ex9WgBBWJnzUEf_xgvv8XZaTUatdElNAQRaKshO7aUWsNO_2_qHrxiiL83t6ua7aF/s320/DSCN1265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685527640789373330" border="0" /></a><br />The kids learned what to do if they come upon a snake and how to make sure they stay hydrated. It was a lot of fun.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Id-YjIwn7O9UvXy6MzEdGwj7JkUqqlWkhm6EdUpSqTc8sJBwDS4rbgpGGtGjh6SpMAd363GpWW1pUWhJBOi13qP108JZMxlFeBAuk8Zl-XdYaVWKRqn2QnXXGKw2f2hwIiIQ9srx0pBs/s1600/DSCN1343.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Id-YjIwn7O9UvXy6MzEdGwj7JkUqqlWkhm6EdUpSqTc8sJBwDS4rbgpGGtGjh6SpMAd363GpWW1pUWhJBOi13qP108JZMxlFeBAuk8Zl-XdYaVWKRqn2QnXXGKw2f2hwIiIQ9srx0pBs/s320/DSCN1343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685676622194090338" border="0" /></a><br /><br />May- In May we went to the Ward camp out. We love our ward (a lot!) and wanted to be more involved so we made an extra effort to go.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54C05mdOncnYGsvlgPxfy6gCfdNuaIJdfwUew5zEvhLoHXVjGFU-UwlxCdx0VhxTcj7cPNuRk9HVR85CIPzW0lKbywxF3fHMzvkOt6gEsIlCUhFShRpkUwC7Z_-uoy-EKkvH8O3ByIpgk/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54C05mdOncnYGsvlgPxfy6gCfdNuaIJdfwUew5zEvhLoHXVjGFU-UwlxCdx0VhxTcj7cPNuRk9HVR85CIPzW0lKbywxF3fHMzvkOt6gEsIlCUhFShRpkUwC7Z_-uoy-EKkvH8O3ByIpgk/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685677518402288018" border="0" /></a><br />Camden ate lots of dirt and eventually sneezed out a giant rock.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjltE0_AXNU3I_7Ppm4DWQoLIYXMsCJgZVomBn7FfQshQJdb-DOYzo743m6PymvCyikl9dNRDvn1A-MHsbHJgGfQT4_qL0wnh800GGMhreVLVpS9tuBelN_5SZnGbRhKPbptYNLtyq6jmdn/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjltE0_AXNU3I_7Ppm4DWQoLIYXMsCJgZVomBn7FfQshQJdb-DOYzo743m6PymvCyikl9dNRDvn1A-MHsbHJgGfQT4_qL0wnh800GGMhreVLVpS9tuBelN_5SZnGbRhKPbptYNLtyq6jmdn/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685677962633372450" border="0" /></a>There was a boat racing contest.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKAuBg3YWXS4fLLRwsXJTgOp4jB-GSLEoQBYaEIFNTtNuBXxTUR-K-f3mAjQ1DAQ3M2BHx9Cb5nbs8dQYylTJDJN2b9_AEH8CuXcOIP_cQpjedmj4fvu3CC5Fpr05lCFFNmrYwxi_K6a3x/s1600/062.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKAuBg3YWXS4fLLRwsXJTgOp4jB-GSLEoQBYaEIFNTtNuBXxTUR-K-f3mAjQ1DAQ3M2BHx9Cb5nbs8dQYylTJDJN2b9_AEH8CuXcOIP_cQpjedmj4fvu3CC5Fpr05lCFFNmrYwxi_K6a3x/s320/062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685678456533004962" border="0" /></a><br />We lost. And by lost I mean we epically failed. But it was a blast.<br /><br />This is also the month where Camden became the notorious menace on society known as Sticker Head!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSheZ8rCgDzXcg-uwGYb2Y_2aRn3FHHjwW3Ge5_m6kGwBklgATekc5nA83LJc7H2jx8G1hRsp15723Oulpj-8ByXazOI23H5E8wtfYagi54CxlAdomrgwmAWc_3kzs8dLjo1f84q3xieGb/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSheZ8rCgDzXcg-uwGYb2Y_2aRn3FHHjwW3Ge5_m6kGwBklgATekc5nA83LJc7H2jx8G1hRsp15723Oulpj-8ByXazOI23H5E8wtfYagi54CxlAdomrgwmAWc_3kzs8dLjo1f84q3xieGb/s320/065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685680700750067474" border="0" /></a>He just radiates evil, right?<br /><br />June- June was a special month for us. First, we started having mysterious drawings appear on everything.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tGXdNXq06j2j5IQqpP4b2iWDL2s7bQixoJxy3FUh1GSpj2rQbc1KOnY7id6oHzi569v_f3E7pLgwABfdjVntL_OPLTKJX7EcRfBUwLAS0vIyK5pw78W41Updkgk8Ij-wb2qDwHk9kgRC/s1600/105.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tGXdNXq06j2j5IQqpP4b2iWDL2s7bQixoJxy3FUh1GSpj2rQbc1KOnY7id6oHzi569v_f3E7pLgwABfdjVntL_OPLTKJX7EcRfBUwLAS0vIyK5pw78W41Updkgk8Ij-wb2qDwHk9kgRC/s320/105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685683084398235746" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBIafXvLPyWjfpwhBraj8F1XGwreCcSL-u_FqdEuO24qLXu7Q58v1W9Y2_r-zRJep0VC2Q0Jxoo1gA3ZPCJXsmkJ_d6D2eidPzRNcdp_UZ6hv1kV4edpC5a4PYg7M1d9H8pKYg1ZUHnYEF/s1600/106.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBIafXvLPyWjfpwhBraj8F1XGwreCcSL-u_FqdEuO24qLXu7Q58v1W9Y2_r-zRJep0VC2Q0Jxoo1gA3ZPCJXsmkJ_d6D2eidPzRNcdp_UZ6hv1kV4edpC5a4PYg7M1d9H8pKYg1ZUHnYEF/s320/106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685682325750148178" border="0" /></a>The culprit is still at large.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLCkvNk2jZAWg5j-J0rSgfpDhiusa0ip3Ahb0Saa92xCVWCA-H-CrVFle42mHUYAPAqkG4ZvMTpJAL_j-vAiNCQ9NThXpxtpVhk2MfIp4wiGSRWsbIDettqzVhFxKuSJjRChKh3VjFYy8Y/s1600/104.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLCkvNk2jZAWg5j-J0rSgfpDhiusa0ip3Ahb0Saa92xCVWCA-H-CrVFle42mHUYAPAqkG4ZvMTpJAL_j-vAiNCQ9NThXpxtpVhk2MfIp4wiGSRWsbIDettqzVhFxKuSJjRChKh3VjFYy8Y/s320/104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685681970835324418" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJrwN4uJMnqnE5vlH6W9sXODXCEzvLphlcYslB-bhpxyekBv0HpIjvgbalZN6tmZ_GwMb6GI4z_AGH1u31BIHCnkTCZUNPgaClofEh-jBKMSYAYPrEZmufgGJhrh_zYZosh_1K-fwjf7w/s1600/101.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJrwN4uJMnqnE5vlH6W9sXODXCEzvLphlcYslB-bhpxyekBv0HpIjvgbalZN6tmZ_GwMb6GI4z_AGH1u31BIHCnkTCZUNPgaClofEh-jBKMSYAYPrEZmufgGJhrh_zYZosh_1K-fwjf7w/s320/101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685681269905143842" border="0" /></a><br />Camden also got to enjoy a birthday party for his friend Madden.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiclGEyB0dPZLEPjQBaB_rQwFCrikZGSEM75gnUlcvtSvTK50BuWia9TBxqscZ27tu4HrK7qcxg6P-yR-Goy4zHrywentmTsW3ERdwhjaSaKQLE6I0Zu4YyulNtPVVdemOtvsrsqfuRKqRi/s1600/122.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiclGEyB0dPZLEPjQBaB_rQwFCrikZGSEM75gnUlcvtSvTK50BuWia9TBxqscZ27tu4HrK7qcxg6P-yR-Goy4zHrywentmTsW3ERdwhjaSaKQLE6I0Zu4YyulNtPVVdemOtvsrsqfuRKqRi/s320/122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685680128915465778" border="0" /></a><br />He had lots of fun bouncing around and enjoying the company of all the little kids.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVp-r_Zze_HPLhwxTpUTAvzPtVZXlHMKIctHKArt4rW8S0zOvZ9u9Ha-i40-71Lv4Z5sXWrunRxEpS_FBblnSzTwOuMyGaE1NzUhbbQb-3l2ZNbR5tm4StkJfFiRGeBQX6eYKDrksNAYpE/s1600/131.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVp-r_Zze_HPLhwxTpUTAvzPtVZXlHMKIctHKArt4rW8S0zOvZ9u9Ha-i40-71Lv4Z5sXWrunRxEpS_FBblnSzTwOuMyGaE1NzUhbbQb-3l2ZNbR5tm4StkJfFiRGeBQX6eYKDrksNAYpE/s320/131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685686347290645586" border="0" /></a>Then on June 11th, my brother got baptized!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywJ8nNqoWt6l-8p0M2VRpshhtvjciuAyulAKmrzxFbcmNEUIltCqmGKVJ68ixE0jKU3QTp7Ga2mtN6X3KiS8XJdEpWkusGR2RYsMpfzJcTTz7gOL0UQZQ7byBMbK3ZHo_hCbfVCwvUVyf/s1600/168.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywJ8nNqoWt6l-8p0M2VRpshhtvjciuAyulAKmrzxFbcmNEUIltCqmGKVJ68ixE0jKU3QTp7Ga2mtN6X3KiS8XJdEpWkusGR2RYsMpfzJcTTz7gOL0UQZQ7byBMbK3ZHo_hCbfVCwvUVyf/s320/168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685688494772329442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHY9ZxcJc4UQePcz4ytr7lbUrk_tD521dNVCFpVocrz7agAD3mS7AODic1wvoH8dca7FOQ7d_11BJcqns6Fz2eW-YhOwFmRVaijxZR7AnejsnqkROIGef4DkUmUF5IPdZ5lMazVCPDLKmY/s1600/161.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHY9ZxcJc4UQePcz4ytr7lbUrk_tD521dNVCFpVocrz7agAD3mS7AODic1wvoH8dca7FOQ7d_11BJcqns6Fz2eW-YhOwFmRVaijxZR7AnejsnqkROIGef4DkUmUF5IPdZ5lMazVCPDLKmY/s320/161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685687586904887874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He asked Derek to baptize him.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQLBK6u00diw2_aPIMQvLp-kGoB28qPXETGX-bGKxmUw422d9pg_TNoXsKhBtINpJ21DuiGzalj4BCHDbn3BD0_C9cTDE447i6WYeCk0XESOpGbgfFem3e3pQ5JRdNiiUCjvrbauX-9CP/s1600/156.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQLBK6u00diw2_aPIMQvLp-kGoB28qPXETGX-bGKxmUw422d9pg_TNoXsKhBtINpJ21DuiGzalj4BCHDbn3BD0_C9cTDE447i6WYeCk0XESOpGbgfFem3e3pQ5JRdNiiUCjvrbauX-9CP/s320/156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685686845466845858" border="0" /></a><br />And asked Jordan and I to speak at his baptism.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDmCRWsRZjJtQE0wG-1WYgr01anAGKKGuxlVtbLnYixSycRl-sc5C1xcoy9XDq-RL-HG1KM1js-C4vjUsdu_sJNry3TCysi0de__Sd9k_PBEz24KB32ZcduEIoSKeYluIVWBux2-tdQZR/s1600/159.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDmCRWsRZjJtQE0wG-1WYgr01anAGKKGuxlVtbLnYixSycRl-sc5C1xcoy9XDq-RL-HG1KM1js-C4vjUsdu_sJNry3TCysi0de__Sd9k_PBEz24KB32ZcduEIoSKeYluIVWBux2-tdQZR/s320/159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685687188379932898" border="0" /></a>If you didn't know, that completes the Walls siblings. Just 5 days shy of my 5 year baptism anniversary my last sibling joined. That is pretty rad if you ask me.<br /><br />July- July was an excellent month. First, Derek had a PET scan and the scan showed that his cancer was ALMOST gone. He was super close to remission and we were so happy. We could not wait to get on with our lives.<br /><br />Next, our baby boy turned 2! We had a birthday party for him at Desert Breeze Park's Splash Pad.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCBboRDcZdBSIqB4QdbjjlQ3NMg-AgjEqeK6MbwxorwJ4x92Qi0Xx6nmTeVn-nqwqsVYYXnxNty93YxxQQxsg88y9drWC3d6GEedIXi3Mw0xklBDszCQrJWliVbjabvR5QrTajR4kXqDd/s1600/Stuff+006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCBboRDcZdBSIqB4QdbjjlQ3NMg-AgjEqeK6MbwxorwJ4x92Qi0Xx6nmTeVn-nqwqsVYYXnxNty93YxxQQxsg88y9drWC3d6GEedIXi3Mw0xklBDszCQrJWliVbjabvR5QrTajR4kXqDd/s320/Stuff+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685689275039637890" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqs-h9yFrvx6c2RRq-n_WOFszP2zG1bL6wDABOAX_2JKj68kL2hGiMl5hsyIMY13uNt6lP0Yt3R-q5PYaVjX-lybjDX3pOQI6AFGRxDyJG25xzz-bS8h8n-d5ECp26iCq5KaJxjwBR6SV/s1600/Stuff+016.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqs-h9yFrvx6c2RRq-n_WOFszP2zG1bL6wDABOAX_2JKj68kL2hGiMl5hsyIMY13uNt6lP0Yt3R-q5PYaVjX-lybjDX3pOQI6AFGRxDyJG25xzz-bS8h8n-d5ECp26iCq5KaJxjwBR6SV/s320/Stuff+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685689507726523714" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1Zg9weqjnAz5wyWfXdH9bpwp22dsxYXnTZJ5FOLJuUyudwPcfCMLI7ANDo4wEt-LQNicT7klkplrm-_KibCIJLQeMBNBiqE8AdYrFx36AxQvb6FUeFYifo_UdHnMi_qnieDy4WvxcCR2/s1600/Stuff+019.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1Zg9weqjnAz5wyWfXdH9bpwp22dsxYXnTZJ5FOLJuUyudwPcfCMLI7ANDo4wEt-LQNicT7klkplrm-_KibCIJLQeMBNBiqE8AdYrFx36AxQvb6FUeFYifo_UdHnMi_qnieDy4WvxcCR2/s320/Stuff+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685689934987435954" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQtBjZzbPTAnP3Y5BEKkRhFFY-1PbZvcLcMcGpKRIYu_7xrPQzRFgfjinrThGjsbw0gijJPR-tS0UuLYva-MBFamlGJngAw3Q_0flqcmJ3AGSRKKFFQBLL-bNvGNWueVo_61R9lNWqFgH/s1600/DSC01493.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQtBjZzbPTAnP3Y5BEKkRhFFY-1PbZvcLcMcGpKRIYu_7xrPQzRFgfjinrThGjsbw0gijJPR-tS0UuLYva-MBFamlGJngAw3Q_0flqcmJ3AGSRKKFFQBLL-bNvGNWueVo_61R9lNWqFgH/s320/DSC01493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685723542618939378" border="0" /></a><br />Lots of friends and family came out to celebrate with us.<br /><br />On his actual birthday we took him to the Disney store and he got to pick out a gift. Naturally he picked a stuffed Buzz and Woody from Toy Story. We had a little get together for the grandparents.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3qBqc5MnjATAOllzUjAB7gCg8yQV0Gir932pnhQhyphenhyphen2EqdQQuoMaK03qyPhQtuvNxsDnodK-QSqMD8VmYvFLXpNhSeQFB1FiPX3JuHb8RiielrP5HnSfO3BiJ4cbLHnVwVwh4X8fQj49o/s1600/DSCN1631.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3qBqc5MnjATAOllzUjAB7gCg8yQV0Gir932pnhQhyphenhyphen2EqdQQuoMaK03qyPhQtuvNxsDnodK-QSqMD8VmYvFLXpNhSeQFB1FiPX3JuHb8RiielrP5HnSfO3BiJ4cbLHnVwVwh4X8fQj49o/s320/DSCN1631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685728417406800434" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDIifQi-zuZf5V5e3RmYoqIog5Wx2WuVRrwo_t3i3up-80rO4LcqtNLg_Srl_mA_h4EZg4MrjxBet6WIzj7N4n2ezFJrF_HsDJ8JX9WgdQW_k97LZY4D7_cnqTLVt1U0UZ0WC0TrFCWvm3/s1600/DSCN1673.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDIifQi-zuZf5V5e3RmYoqIog5Wx2WuVRrwo_t3i3up-80rO4LcqtNLg_Srl_mA_h4EZg4MrjxBet6WIzj7N4n2ezFJrF_HsDJ8JX9WgdQW_k97LZY4D7_cnqTLVt1U0UZ0WC0TrFCWvm3/s320/DSCN1673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685729503873703634" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hiczuWd2_bXGN68G1z2HtrCm269BxGzgJoIVQF_997IiRIA95OI1o-SYapFkozJNN30ZvRNtWroQGeM9MXPS-GQlM2raQBlqQ6pZkzMOAfY6_UzNMW0A_nzPQQwUVOKiXKVMVfHkl25v/s1600/DSCN1649.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hiczuWd2_bXGN68G1z2HtrCm269BxGzgJoIVQF_997IiRIA95OI1o-SYapFkozJNN30ZvRNtWroQGeM9MXPS-GQlM2raQBlqQ6pZkzMOAfY6_UzNMW0A_nzPQQwUVOKiXKVMVfHkl25v/s320/DSCN1649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685728978084560450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Camden did get his 2nd year pictures done by Ashlee Gibson again. They turned out AMAZING and proved how awesome Ashlee is and how my child is truly baby model material.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYY6Xv35szwKu-UTZTmRslQIFPTMizlerS0rKs_eCenSTOkTvBUWvb2u50jGiCl0YGTkzxdZ8zEOVpr9jJU_VnN48YRaw2OPV-ecAmgy1EdYs88hDx18OONbQKRqKtjv2T9PObegbd3TF/s1600/Camden+Age+2+096.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYY6Xv35szwKu-UTZTmRslQIFPTMizlerS0rKs_eCenSTOkTvBUWvb2u50jGiCl0YGTkzxdZ8zEOVpr9jJU_VnN48YRaw2OPV-ecAmgy1EdYs88hDx18OONbQKRqKtjv2T9PObegbd3TF/s320/Camden+Age+2+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685724622512720722" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxiiiHWBgHCxbfveMaWgeTPP_Lyw7zWVOtB0K-Na9zufQClTSCSwjN3peKmZ0OXY8LAOSg1vIlMlafIoB6gcKGGECGwVC_5Z5fyq-GUpqUOnFNCyKmUX_fjxho_P6utEJZaXzHI1JMAgs/s1600/Camden+Age+2+013.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxiiiHWBgHCxbfveMaWgeTPP_Lyw7zWVOtB0K-Na9zufQClTSCSwjN3peKmZ0OXY8LAOSg1vIlMlafIoB6gcKGGECGwVC_5Z5fyq-GUpqUOnFNCyKmUX_fjxho_P6utEJZaXzHI1JMAgs/s320/Camden+Age+2+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685724874119476354" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ6tksXvTZ1pIPn22AEcImSh4t_OAIKP62Mh-s_9TyzY7lYWfwy5LAweu19-hMqbDv8dF-Ts-LCYND1BKq_0ZC7AZaft7YwtwV3PQN75E219vZZBBd3wTagvjzHLP7tJdNWPFJN-ICdx7S/s1600/Camden+Age+2+108.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ6tksXvTZ1pIPn22AEcImSh4t_OAIKP62Mh-s_9TyzY7lYWfwy5LAweu19-hMqbDv8dF-Ts-LCYND1BKq_0ZC7AZaft7YwtwV3PQN75E219vZZBBd3wTagvjzHLP7tJdNWPFJN-ICdx7S/s320/Camden+Age+2+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685725285312474322" border="0" /></a>In July, Derek also got called to be the Sunday school president in our ward. He likes this calling and does a great job at it.<br /><br />August- In August we had a sobering appointment with Derek's transplant doctor. In July we had found out that his cancer was almost gone and that a bone marrow transplant would give him a chance to be cured. We were pumped and ready to go. But at this appointment we found out all the scary dangers with this type of transplant. The doctor (unfortunately) listed all the many ways Derek could die from this type of transplant (bedside manner isn't great, but she is the best). The transplant could cure him of cancer only to kill him from some terrible effect of Graft Vs. Host disease. Needless to say, this depressed us greatly. But we persevered. Okay, Derek got over it and I cried for weeks, what can I say. Unfortunately the realization of losing Derek has been at the forefront of my mind since this point, so I can't really say that I have been all myself since August.<br /><br />In separate news, I got called to be the Cub Scout Wolf leader for our ward. However, our stake has so few boys that we combine with 2 other wards to make one den. It is a lot of fun and I really like only having to teach every 3 months :)<br /><br />September- In September I was suppose to run in the Disney half marathon in Disneyland but two things happened. 1) I hurt myself. And not even from a cool running injury. Embarrassingly enough, I was standing on chair steam cleaning the wall above our fireplace and the legs of the chair broke. I hurt both ankles, my wrist, and my self esteem in the fall. So I was unable to continue training. And I have yet to go back to training. I will again. Maybe. 2) We were too poor to go. I think that this depressed me more than hurting myself. I thought that this would be a great trip to get away from everything before getting into the transplant drama. Instead we went to Flagstaff to visit my sister, which was still nice. I can't find any pictures of this joyous day but we went to the county fair, a craft fair, and toured Flagstaff. The weather was perfect.<br /><br />Later that week, we enjoyed a trip to the Sea life Aquarium at Arizona Mills with Lindsey and Madden. The boys enjoyed touching the star fish and seeing all the fish.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VIqz6Sb32UOm4wN3hdrrQPqxQNU7rFRryRDCp70bE7g_OGuOo07Jg_1VI4dC9Jbv02DznVnU2UVpKYheJoU72ZvVJrIk1F5U7ffvG4lieWjq8CmhR3NOEqvs6f8M-z0xQCTW1yexbb_-/s1600/DSCN1710.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VIqz6Sb32UOm4wN3hdrrQPqxQNU7rFRryRDCp70bE7g_OGuOo07Jg_1VI4dC9Jbv02DznVnU2UVpKYheJoU72ZvVJrIk1F5U7ffvG4lieWjq8CmhR3NOEqvs6f8M-z0xQCTW1yexbb_-/s320/DSCN1710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685732591478255874" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUdi1upLpJ4XF8PyVuV4G7z0sADuI7wY4Ym6yQirhEPJQtkKWn1pgDLAuzMIWJEaefjKHNRa56qcbKyfogihF5qM9wjhAwwbbQJEKRahEtqwLpPNsoOcavst0Pa4EohcKlAm2nEJP9l_-y/s1600/DSCN1719.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUdi1upLpJ4XF8PyVuV4G7z0sADuI7wY4Ym6yQirhEPJQtkKWn1pgDLAuzMIWJEaefjKHNRa56qcbKyfogihF5qM9wjhAwwbbQJEKRahEtqwLpPNsoOcavst0Pa4EohcKlAm2nEJP9l_-y/s320/DSCN1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685732824706219058" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKAd5Y1HPVTKOmfGmG7KTITfykXBBFnGdkMukFn_IVLDUi0Xtiiq9-805aIVgscYQbhM51Ojcx3XitqNhi7OU_78BMU3cIHlC8Zl7A7delxj0HzzMZMoMqRvXLii_EytOTbVuusj8tbeB/s1600/DSCN1729.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKAd5Y1HPVTKOmfGmG7KTITfykXBBFnGdkMukFn_IVLDUi0Xtiiq9-805aIVgscYQbhM51Ojcx3XitqNhi7OU_78BMU3cIHlC8Zl7A7delxj0HzzMZMoMqRvXLii_EytOTbVuusj8tbeB/s320/DSCN1729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685733151050979522" border="0" /></a>In September we were also able to witness my mom and Jeff get married! It was an adventure to say the least, but it was an awesome day, can you tell?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVI5kjPyVEoNIVPQghrItN08wg9r7vJ8fXpwpa64waVScg3IsPt90cBYF1VtZv0nMW3DZTMywmYbZ-nOdKUmueQKlNlNTGrGo4o-ubLcZTW9WJJG_pNeIpFF1yHhQff7XjNLpgjyWl3y4/s1600/Walls.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVI5kjPyVEoNIVPQghrItN08wg9r7vJ8fXpwpa64waVScg3IsPt90cBYF1VtZv0nMW3DZTMywmYbZ-nOdKUmueQKlNlNTGrGo4o-ubLcZTW9WJJG_pNeIpFF1yHhQff7XjNLpgjyWl3y4/s320/Walls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685736938793069186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKKV0TTaO8xvYYHfUwdHPJPogIiAV-1eCE_yu-HpDqR4zpu6xfbJFKGO_DHWO741hm04TcrA9kngsY_QE1jqcz-QaESDfOF9q-VVSkCA80PXrm6VCmLndL6XC_Q4fz8n4erWK3kI26YafK/s1600/Walls2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKKV0TTaO8xvYYHfUwdHPJPogIiAV-1eCE_yu-HpDqR4zpu6xfbJFKGO_DHWO741hm04TcrA9kngsY_QE1jqcz-QaESDfOF9q-VVSkCA80PXrm6VCmLndL6XC_Q4fz8n4erWK3kI26YafK/s320/Walls2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685736939333366242" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr0mofNn6iuPVzr0Wmtp9HlgngGKOfjTN5UvnfIs6P7P91Vn9lydpOwqGjWlGwC4CHLWGZpFIfdMmNhxO7g8Ga82x1zmqM9HnDLOw8NKER7FLH1fzcVPOafBKv6OGpcS54LwHn5Y_kCtdx/s1600/Walls3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr0mofNn6iuPVzr0Wmtp9HlgngGKOfjTN5UvnfIs6P7P91Vn9lydpOwqGjWlGwC4CHLWGZpFIfdMmNhxO7g8Ga82x1zmqM9HnDLOw8NKER7FLH1fzcVPOafBKv6OGpcS54LwHn5Y_kCtdx/s320/Walls3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685736946819225282" border="0" /></a>In September we also went to Tucson and met with the folks at the Cancer center down there. It is an amazing center and the people were spectacular. I had a really good feeling about that place, even though it was really far away. We did find out that if Derek did the transplant there, he would have to stay in Tucson for 3 months after the transplant. This did not sit well with us, even though we understood why. It would be too hard in general to swing that so we started looking into other options.<br /><br />October- In October we celebrated out 3rd wedding anniversary. It was awesome. Derek told me to not worry about it and he would plan the whole thing. This was difficult for me to handle but I let him handle it. We went to a resort, ate at my favorite place (Cheesecake Factory), and got his sister to watch Camden for the night. It was a really pleasant surprise and I appreciated that he took care of it all.<br /><br />Halloween was also a blast. We carved some pumpkins and Camden went trick or treating alongside our 2 neighbor girls.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXpJg2iN0GtQ-xIZngFPrVeUbehrJh1cE9sFvCYdZ0btU0TSyNkvnbR2fnpimtShvnW4y1QoWcH5t0ZPCGzCSDZCLXdtXYGZ-WDipM16Zivxc_X_T8okVTVoijj69Bn4i62hK8rHhhMGOI/s1600/DSCN2539.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXpJg2iN0GtQ-xIZngFPrVeUbehrJh1cE9sFvCYdZ0btU0TSyNkvnbR2fnpimtShvnW4y1QoWcH5t0ZPCGzCSDZCLXdtXYGZ-WDipM16Zivxc_X_T8okVTVoijj69Bn4i62hK8rHhhMGOI/s320/DSCN2539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685740145796574114" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMHhMjW4e5yWlXj4QRo-ymKoMZ_Tz8FmIzC__T0Q857KPyRJfcUWaSOMt3ocpMhVhPOmSEmy_dUsoevJsNb9HvidD1OGGHcqm0sBbenx6MLf2Lkt9k_2WLBcETAOJo5cbcMG3utrGmmwA/s1600/DSCN2531.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMHhMjW4e5yWlXj4QRo-ymKoMZ_Tz8FmIzC__T0Q857KPyRJfcUWaSOMt3ocpMhVhPOmSEmy_dUsoevJsNb9HvidD1OGGHcqm0sBbenx6MLf2Lkt9k_2WLBcETAOJo5cbcMG3utrGmmwA/s320/DSCN2531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685740149727911714" border="0" /></a>Also, all of Derek's siblings got tested to see if any of them were a match to him for his bone marrow transplant.<br /><br />November- In November we got Beach family pictures (which occurs every other year). They turned out great and we really like them.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JMBPPGuID5VE_HEnttSNKvLImFfygVfgiIDMWvfE2hyYAw9A-9eMjrG2hwD2u_ZDHEcZ2tG9Hd25IAlmajPXyU3Uypv2qrlSPHUlqk0-N-3H4NBf4e9M3tTCzwEvzlIhdUE_QGU3KDBj/s1600/IMG_0263.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JMBPPGuID5VE_HEnttSNKvLImFfygVfgiIDMWvfE2hyYAw9A-9eMjrG2hwD2u_ZDHEcZ2tG9Hd25IAlmajPXyU3Uypv2qrlSPHUlqk0-N-3H4NBf4e9M3tTCzwEvzlIhdUE_QGU3KDBj/s320/IMG_0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685761574726954546" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheS4aCLlTSbLTqy0VDpsKF3sO5-up-ol-4g9ndISCEZuECxBe5K4o8afJyep-H8NRc8slfo6fJaND9ZQKF4_rNZbGNVjKVpYmxK0FDJg3XG8aF4JRmcRrNx0f2KUIyMk3RGauQeRBuJRBt/s1600/IMG_0297.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheS4aCLlTSbLTqy0VDpsKF3sO5-up-ol-4g9ndISCEZuECxBe5K4o8afJyep-H8NRc8slfo6fJaND9ZQKF4_rNZbGNVjKVpYmxK0FDJg3XG8aF4JRmcRrNx0f2KUIyMk3RGauQeRBuJRBt/s320/IMG_0297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685761580742336066" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrceTaljvQGbfdmb5mVCvN5g8d2QgsfTvpB2DEqC0ILsUMUD9Is52mHbUqZvDZOh0EiqX6Ws3ANgk59mmqjk0HfZZ0kcS2NVufHPDuy0BgVc0eMIdwvPNZpz1A13-2WZBJA5zeOui15D_/s1600/IMG_0318.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrceTaljvQGbfdmb5mVCvN5g8d2QgsfTvpB2DEqC0ILsUMUD9Is52mHbUqZvDZOh0EiqX6Ws3ANgk59mmqjk0HfZZ0kcS2NVufHPDuy0BgVc0eMIdwvPNZpz1A13-2WZBJA5zeOui15D_/s320/IMG_0318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685761592736613906" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5XFao-JjJm1QCKlyE2ESF_FmWYiyOaT8197s_SSJnPtVjky_5LvMHllaOtmoc0Uk6T12mqk6hA8ujF9VpfCigMhx4oe5lqI6tc8ImoAhE3tX2y-z6YZwek9cgVTx4jWnMapRs77L4knM/s1600/IMG_0731.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5XFao-JjJm1QCKlyE2ESF_FmWYiyOaT8197s_SSJnPtVjky_5LvMHllaOtmoc0Uk6T12mqk6hA8ujF9VpfCigMhx4oe5lqI6tc8ImoAhE3tX2y-z6YZwek9cgVTx4jWnMapRs77L4knM/s320/IMG_0731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685761599037208402" border="0" /></a><br />Later in the month, Camden was playing in the backyard while Derek was working back there and fell on something (not sure what) and split open his cheek/chin. It was terrifying to say the least. Derek said to just put a band-aid on it but I said we should take him to the ER. So we comprimised and took him to Urgent Care. However, Urgent Care couldn't do the stitches Camden needed so they sent us to the ER. I love/hate being right. We didn't get pictures of his ER experience but here is what it looked like after the stitches were put in.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFZvmgIXw_hbYmqYm_LVOJyfUIichTKDAZCuKIGAWA6g-2gcnDF_71waIMswHzpDrcujVwdk-EcY9uZ4mCzLEMJeglqe2BQ9SoNJdBrhdkB-NjU-zsCC_nmyY41DYu9Dj8ZHBqeyBHSHA/s1600/DSCN2593.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFZvmgIXw_hbYmqYm_LVOJyfUIichTKDAZCuKIGAWA6g-2gcnDF_71waIMswHzpDrcujVwdk-EcY9uZ4mCzLEMJeglqe2BQ9SoNJdBrhdkB-NjU-zsCC_nmyY41DYu9Dj8ZHBqeyBHSHA/s320/DSCN2593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685763404326848610" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipHzXdZG1RGoZItN-i5_WlWjenCiI5-1TzyK8Zs5bGPVaYDravummRqFy-LroEoLhouBo9phmm_ziAEa0xBHw6LcwW6VVMBGZj9YNbjugHu2IsXiTmEROQqr2t8BzqnhCjGU_OpgbVBqcC/s1600/DSCN2591.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipHzXdZG1RGoZItN-i5_WlWjenCiI5-1TzyK8Zs5bGPVaYDravummRqFy-LroEoLhouBo9phmm_ziAEa0xBHw6LcwW6VVMBGZj9YNbjugHu2IsXiTmEROQqr2t8BzqnhCjGU_OpgbVBqcC/s320/DSCN2591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685763395974443490" border="0" /></a>He has a pretty awesome scar. Luckily, it does not take away from his super cute face.<br /><br /><span style="display: block;" class="w"> </span>December- Derek had another PET scan which showed that his cancer isn't growing but it is getting more active. Which isn't the greatest news. However, we did find out that two of his siblings are a match to him for his bone marrow transplant! We were really grateful for that news and are grateful for the willingness of his siblings to help him.<br /><br />We were asked by the Primary president in our ward to play Mary and Joseph in the primary's production for our ward party. We agreed, though after this year I doubt they will ever ask us again! Here is a family picture (us and Jesus):<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFoF_BgAMrL0FmmUvFReaY586IOe_32yxaSH26xPSPk58aNHh1VQ65MXpAnNfKFuMI9RGAzEeanxMhSv-WEHbhaD5_mR3S8kH42biG-BvbcjQcGeSNbiGzWXdmsIz3gYf2USsblNuhPjE/s1600/December+034.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFoF_BgAMrL0FmmUvFReaY586IOe_32yxaSH26xPSPk58aNHh1VQ65MXpAnNfKFuMI9RGAzEeanxMhSv-WEHbhaD5_mR3S8kH42biG-BvbcjQcGeSNbiGzWXdmsIz3gYf2USsblNuhPjE/s320/December+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685750359468230402" border="0" /></a>Camden got to sit on Santa's lap:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3swU1RFoqPX_4P9NluvSUVog1mO1zV1Cq1PKt5VePuwGAbB7iSqQrAqXRIlJqj8DwnBHCm2ZSCoNS-2f7auubFpNJi2M72m2FnQtPVHzdUnqSQsoSvfq7i2BD_QpU2Nla15aI1-lDkEI/s1600/December+039.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3swU1RFoqPX_4P9NluvSUVog1mO1zV1Cq1PKt5VePuwGAbB7iSqQrAqXRIlJqj8DwnBHCm2ZSCoNS-2f7auubFpNJi2M72m2FnQtPVHzdUnqSQsoSvfq7i2BD_QpU2Nla15aI1-lDkEI/s320/December+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685764911852222402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We are getting ready for Christmas. It is our favorite time of year so we have the house all decorated. We are grateful to spend this time together and be able to celebrate the birth of our Savior.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFsOgcp72w4vxETcdzzraflu-na68E5QCFMrNDgKhLACqBprWu2RsB8u9NqGNIW5tNnuCpcyR1rdIsWvHJc58mOXy8dBS9K8FDz_R67zI9VA0X7L8jM8Fzz0eFAqPHt9lEAqNmDHSVaWf/s1600/December+061.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFsOgcp72w4vxETcdzzraflu-na68E5QCFMrNDgKhLACqBprWu2RsB8u9NqGNIW5tNnuCpcyR1rdIsWvHJc58mOXy8dBS9K8FDz_R67zI9VA0X7L8jM8Fzz0eFAqPHt9lEAqNmDHSVaWf/s320/December+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685764922751807762" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkl0cSPblQQha-Yz9XYbTscm2KOmN3StcCSVfbMvO6vcI5g4TpReFbQN1HZkZo7bnyh62oEaKxDHV2NcepPEcZcAXrb5g_L7ih8Qc13wmUS-rhyphenhyphenjyjcJrnh9FczOu24j4nK0wweloeU0yx/s1600/DSCN2611.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkl0cSPblQQha-Yz9XYbTscm2KOmN3StcCSVfbMvO6vcI5g4TpReFbQN1HZkZo7bnyh62oEaKxDHV2NcepPEcZcAXrb5g_L7ih8Qc13wmUS-rhyphenhyphenjyjcJrnh9FczOu24j4nK0wweloeU0yx/s320/DSCN2611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685764908009567682" border="0" /></a><br />We appreciate all the love and support that we have gotten from everyone. We can feel the thoughts and prayers that are sent our way. We feel really positive about this transplant and are grateful that Heavenly Father has provided this opportunity and the hope that Derek can be cured of his cancer. Heavenly Father has blessed us with a magnificent life together and truly takes care of our every need. Our testimonies have been strengthened by the last couple of years and even when I feel my weakest I realize that I am stronger than I was the day before.<br /><br />Thanks for checking out our year! Have a merry Christmas and a happy new year!<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />Derek, Kaela, and Camden<br /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><br /> <div style="display: block;" class="vertbar"><span style="display: block;" class="g"> </span><span style="display: block;" class="w"> </span></div> <div style="display: block;" class="vertbar"><span style="display: block;" class="g"> </span><span style="display: block;" class="w"> </span></div></span>The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-10455510382920379132011-08-11T17:14:00.000-07:002011-08-11T18:41:48.511-07:00Transplant Meeting
<br />So remember that time I was like "Yeah, we are excited for Derek to get a transplant because it could cure him and our life can go on"? Those were good times. But now reality has set in and its not anything that I thought it was going to be. Derek met with his bone marrow transplant doctor today. This is the same doctor that did his first transplant so she knows him well. Derek and I couldn't wait for this meeting because we wanted to get this show on the road. We have a life to get back to for heaven's sake! We already knew that this would be a different transplant then he had before. A couple of years ago, Derek got an Autologous Stem Cell Transplant. This type of transplant used his own stem cells from his bones after very intense chemotherapy. The purpose was to knock out as much cancer as possible. Unfortunately, his cancer came back and continued to grow, which is not cool. However, another biopsy showed cell types that did not show up last time. They changed the chemo made specifically to kill those cell types and it worked! He is technically in remission. But don't throw your parties yet.
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<br />After today's meeting we found out that the cancer will probably come back and continue to if something isn't done about it. That is were a bone marrow transplant comes in. The doctor explained that we all get cancer but our immune system is able to kill it off. When someone gets a cancer and it grows, it means that their immune system failed at recognizing the threat and failed to kill it. And since Derek's immune system totally sucks at that kind of thing he now needs a different transplant called an Allogeneic Bone Marrow Transplant. This transplant would put chemo in him that would totally kill off his own immune system and then he would get back a donor's (hopefully a sibling who matches) bone marrow. Their cells would then build him a new immune system which would hopefully be able to fight off any cancer that comes back. With that will probably result in 2 things: Graft vs. Hodgkins, which will recognize his cancer and kill it, which we want, and Graft vs. Host disease which will try to kill off other things that aren't bad, which we don't want. Apparently after that point the future looks bleak. The doctor said that out of the many people she has done this type of transplant for, only one has been considered "cured" but he lives with Graft vs. Host disease that tries to kill off his skin. Depressed yet? So are we. The possibility of dying from one of the affects(suppressed immune system = infection, liver failure, etc.) of the disease are high.
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<br />There are still many options out there for Derek to get rid of his cancer (clinical trials, other chemos yet tried) but nothing offers the option of being cured except for the transplant. And with the transplant comes various consequences: from managing Graft vs. Host disease to death. The reality of losing Derek has been something I have had to deal with for these last 3 years, but it never felt more possible than today getting that news. And any silly optimism we felt this last month after the PET scan went right out of the window. We talked about having another child, Derek getting a job, not seeing the chemo room every week and maybe the nurses even forgetting who we are were all things we hoped may happen soon.
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<br />But the worst part was seeing Derek's face as the doctor told us all of this. I have only seen him cry twice about his cancer. The first was two weeks before we got married, sitting in that Urgent Care room with a doctor use to treating sprained ankles and strep throat having to read the CT scan results predicting cancer. The second was today. And do you know what was the first worry he expressed was? "I would feel awful if I died from Graft vs. Host disease. I don't want one of my siblings to have to deal with the fact that their stems cells killed me". Silly man, thinking about other people at the time that you are suppose to think of yourself!
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<br />I apologize if this post went from informational to bitter. Sometimes my life feels like a never ending Lifetime movie, filled with bad acting and a terribly written script. But alas, I know no screenwriter would be this mean to their characters.
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<br />Don't take that as a knock against God. In fact, his blessings are numerous among all this chaos. I really feel like he tries to make it as easy as possible without slacking on the things that we are suppose to learn.
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<br />And don't feel sorry for us. We get to look at that face everyday! And that face, helps me get out of bed some days.
<br />The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-9496666243870217552011-07-14T20:12:00.000-07:002011-07-14T20:39:31.382-07:00Homemade Laundry Detergent<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3SqzYVSYpmfc2XXgNR9x5OqM0OWvV3ZRaceLEh7Ck2_ouWm3NVSt9Xr8hEeuwuOhNI5Q3RGs2EHq5Pc9m8YNonZCu79pBZLToZkuH54F0LhOUkMp_f0g-5WqG9GoPxF8ra7I5M88lV5ev/s1600/227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3SqzYVSYpmfc2XXgNR9x5OqM0OWvV3ZRaceLEh7Ck2_ouWm3NVSt9Xr8hEeuwuOhNI5Q3RGs2EHq5Pc9m8YNonZCu79pBZLToZkuH54F0LhOUkMp_f0g-5WqG9GoPxF8ra7I5M88lV5ev/s320/227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629416277456625922" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Since posting about making it, I have had A LOT of request for the recipe. I wish I could tell you that it is from my own making but it most definitely is not. I snagged it off the Duggars website (the people with 19 kids and counting). The recipe I got made 10 gallons, which is way more than I need right now or want to store. So here is the recipe I used:<br /><br />Ingredients:<br />-2 cups of hot tap water<br />-1/2 bar of soap *see below for more about what kind of soap<br />-1/2 cup Arm & Hammer Super Washing Soda (Do not use baking soda!)<br />-1/4 cup of Borax<br /><br />*The recipe calls for the soap to be Fels-Naptha which you can find in the laundry aisle. You can also use Ivory soap, which is what I use. It is not as strong of a smell as the Fels-Naptha. Also, the Washing Soda and the Borax can be found in the laundry aisle. A box of each is like $3 and will last a really long time. The 2 boxes will end up helping you make a ridiculous amount of laundry detergent.<br /><br />Directions:<br />- Grate the bar of soap and add to a saucepan with the 2 cups of hot tap water. Stir over medium-low heat until the soap dissolves.<br />-Fill a bucket up with 1 and 1/4 gallons of hot tap water. Add the melted soap, 1/2 cup of washing soda, and 1/4 cup of Borax. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfK3v0TTaO1vn0Bvhai4WhMw-r41C-OWxyEN6GxbjbiOzLOz24e-SyVejOPAoywxKP-iCpRPZvuIIxWZFBknPIu_PFc9pl_9Mvd6cezJqI5fp480v8hEIIcCJ4ZVYQqMCCvgM9qXECKQ4a/s1600/228.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfK3v0TTaO1vn0Bvhai4WhMw-r41C-OWxyEN6GxbjbiOzLOz24e-SyVejOPAoywxKP-iCpRPZvuIIxWZFBknPIu_PFc9pl_9Mvd6cezJqI5fp480v8hEIIcCJ4ZVYQqMCCvgM9qXECKQ4a/s320/228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629416549844942242" border="0" /></a>Stir well until everything is dissolved. Fill the bucket up with 1 and 1/4 gallons of water. Cover and let it sit overnight.<br /><br />-Whatever container you use, fill it half full with your homemade detergent and will the rest up with water.<br /><br />Don't fret if your laundry doesn't smell like anything. It's not suppose to. This is gentle enough for sensitive skin.<br /><br /><br />There you go. Super easy. I used old detergent, fabric softener,and juice containers. This made 5 gallons for me! Use 1/4 cup with each load of laundry.The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-23863487357137954702011-07-12T12:44:00.000-07:002011-07-12T12:56:20.265-07:00Derek's Scan ResultsThe worst part about anything health related is the waiting. I pretty much hate it. Derek did a PET scan on Friday. The PET scan lights up the cancer and tells you how strong the cancer is in the various parts of the body. Derek has Lymphoma so it spreads quick and can be in many parts throughtout the body. Before his 1st transplant he had it in17 different areas! This time, however, Derek and I got through the weekend fine. We felt really good about the results. And boy were we right! Derek's cancer is "nearly in remission"!! In April a scan showed a bunch of different areas. This scan showed that almost all of it has been wiped out! This is great news because if the cancer had not done anything or even grew then that would be it for traditional methods. Derek would have to start trying trial chemos or other weird things. The doctor is hoping to do another transplant, this time with someone else's cells, so gear up to get tested! This transplant would then totally wipe out any left over cancer cells and gives Derek a better chance of being cured. CURED! So this time we are hoping for a transplant. Dr. Polowy could barely contain his happiness and that made it all the better. I can't believe that this could be over soon. 3 long years of cancer and it is almost gone. Heavenly Father has been incredibly kind, continually blessing us and this blessing is a big one! Thanks to everyone for the positive thoughts and prayers sent our way. Keep it up because we can feel them!The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-5310750579482801792011-07-07T14:00:00.000-07:002011-07-07T14:21:20.238-07:00Yikes!Yikes I have been busy! No pictures for this post because 1) I'm on my computer which has no pictures (my computer got wiped out!) and 2) I am WAY too lazy to get up and go to Derek's computer. Derek had to go to the ER on Tuesday, which terrified me. He had to go because when he was at the doctor's office getting chemo they got his blood results back and his platelet level was incredibly, terrifyingly, and scarily low. So they sent him to the ER where he got a platelet transfusion, which is like a blood transfusion but it only had platelets in it. So my neighbors (Josh, Jeff, and Dani) took Camden so I could go down and be with Derek. By this time it was evening and that huge dust storm set in so it was impossible to see more than 10 feet in front of me while I was driving, but I floored it anyways. There is no cure for an irrational woman. Anyways, I got there and he was basically done so we left and now he is fine.<br /><br />The next day (Wednesday) Derek was driving to the doctors office and realized the car was broken. Now our other car was already broken so we had two broken cars. That same day I was cleaning the wall above the fireplace and the chair I was standing on broke! My ego was extremely bruised since the front 2 legs of the chair snapped off. This was a decently sturdy chair so perhaps this is a wake up call, lol. I hurt both ankles, a knee, elbow, and a wrist. Not the greatest thing when you are trying to train for a half marathon that is less than 2 months away.<br /><br />So it is Thursday, Derek fixed the car after spending $60 on a part that was only available at the dealership and I will have to miss out on the rest of the week's training. On the bright side, my injury forced me to sit in one spot for a long time and I got my floral blog mostly fixed up and changed. Check it out <a href="http://www.eternityfloral.blogspot.com">www.eternityfloral.blogspot.com.<br /></a><br />Camden gets his pictures taken today by Ashlee, I am looking forward to this since she did an incredible job last year doing his pictures. When I went to go get the pictures she took last year printed, they made me sign forms saying I had the rights to the pictures! I told them they weren't professional photos but they didn't believe me. That's how good they looked. So I will post the pics when we get them, I am sure they will be amazing.<br /><br />Tomorrow Derek gets a PET scan and Tuesday we will meet with the doctor to find out the results. This scan will show us if his cancer is going down or what they heck it is doing. It better be going away because I am pretty tired of dealing with it. However, this trial has been greatly lightened by those around us who love and care for us. I know that this is Heavenly Father's doing, he really looks after us.<br /><br />Also, this Sunday my brother gets the Aaronic Priesthood! How awesome is that?? It's pretty rad if you ask me.<br /><br />Now stop reading this and go check out my revamped floral blog! <a href="http://www.eternityfloral.blogspot.com"> www.eternityfloral.blogspot.com</a>The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-26760126185177709712011-07-03T23:34:00.001-07:002011-07-03T23:34:47.283-07:00Stationery card<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=1MbOWjNk0cX&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/1MbOWjNk0E/1MbOWjNk0FxY/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1309761274000/0/"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Birthday Blast Birthday Invitation</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>Turn favorite photos into your baby's <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/baby-birthday-invitations style="color: #6666cc;">1st birthday invitations</a>.</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-69977441812704835602011-06-27T19:30:00.000-07:002011-06-27T19:44:39.847-07:00Oops<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcfkCtf99Eadwtkm9G9MKy36nvUDJJwf4sVyKT3fym_oOm5_0T-H72gzGkaxMbi9EmjMfCXRt5aUK1mSWi0m__8KJJKY5LcjdQDEkQ8jEeEbGjSbM8oHsFfeYw83dLKFNfa7HqIPFcU5z/s1600/Folder+065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcfkCtf99Eadwtkm9G9MKy36nvUDJJwf4sVyKT3fym_oOm5_0T-H72gzGkaxMbi9EmjMfCXRt5aUK1mSWi0m__8KJJKY5LcjdQDEkQ8jEeEbGjSbM8oHsFfeYw83dLKFNfa7HqIPFcU5z/s320/Folder+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623095792267153522" border="0" /></a><br />In my previous post I mentioned how lame I am at blogging. Well, I still am. I promise to do better. I am going to be revamping both blogs (this one and my floral one). I am hoping to post twice a week but you know how lame I am at stuff. Lots of stuff going on with the Beachs (Beaches? I still don't know). Derek has cancer still. Lately he has been feeling really sick. He gained lots of weight and lost it all within the last week. But you know my Derek, still a happy camper. My Camden is getting huge! He turns 2 next month (can you believe it??). He is the most entertaining child ever. He has a new evil laugh that he does when he does something bad. I seriously can't be mad at a kid who develops his own evil laugh. The picture is of the notorious mad man himself, Sticker Head Boy!<br /><br />I am still training for my half marathon that is on September 4th. We are making a trip out of it with us and Robin, Caitlin, and Kora. A couple days of Disneyland, having fun, then I will attempt not to vomit everywhere and on everyone while running 13.1 miles. It shall be grand. Have you seen our house? Its beautiful. Pictures to come (maybe, lol). More updates soon.The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-57144096819911349992010-11-04T01:53:00.000-07:002010-11-04T03:22:11.110-07:00And the days roll on...I am so lame at blogging. I wish I was as good as my wonderful friend Ashlee, but alas, I am not. So from hence forth I will be better. Our lives were just getting boring too...<br />To begin we have been to Disneyland an asinine amount of times this year. First just Derek and I went in March. It was so nice to be there together. Our trip to Disneyland 2 years before prompted the marriage discussion and viola! Here we are all <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5loc-sUVOTCuY2x4XmnM3VAUaYwZ7W4C6cyERZuXQ3ThF9ttSko15RutxxsWNw49FY9Y0t7k5Pn_itKGFK7VSwuYIJ1FroJATx4mOX5l64wkWgWmLGmEdm-6HhdY10gaAqzRNdYr_Sdl/s1600/DSCN0042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5loc-sUVOTCuY2x4XmnM3VAUaYwZ7W4C6cyERZuXQ3ThF9ttSko15RutxxsWNw49FY9Y0t7k5Pn_itKGFK7VSwuYIJ1FroJATx4mOX5l64wkWgWmLGmEdm-6HhdY10gaAqzRNdYr_Sdl/s320/DSCN0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535616612610252690" border="0" /></a>grown up and stuff.<br />Here is Derek with Captain Hook comparing mustaches. I missed Camden lots though and decided not to go on vacation without him again. Next we went in April for my birthday. Derek, Camden, Myself, and Talon Jean piled into our car, all of us with the stomach flu and went to Disneyland, the happiest place on Earth, and the cleanest place to dispose of your bodily waste. Just sayin'. Next is July, where my siblings, myself, Derek, and Camden surprised my mother by telling her we were going out to eat the day before her birthday, telling her lie after lie (I mean excuse after excuse) of why none of<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwyojTvvbXO5dND5i1LT19wlhg0pjq8dA0QU7jOJpxoJFpZxO5-CuZ3agUrFbRSm4_iNO2aLklF6jxglryjCKOwPZDtj-YA_Gls1yt2_JZaCe02ZMazcHDjhUzDy2oWQjRlvoQ9FOZ4dkP/s1600/DSCN1088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwyojTvvbXO5dND5i1LT19wlhg0pjq8dA0QU7jOJpxoJFpZxO5-CuZ3agUrFbRSm4_iNO2aLklF6jxglryjCKOwPZDtj-YA_Gls1yt2_JZaCe02ZMazcHDjhUzDy2oWQjRlvoQ9FOZ4dkP/s320/DSCN1088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535618780451485762" border="0" /></a> us would be able to come see her on her real birthday. When we get to her house to take her out for a cheap lunch we surprise her with the information that we are actually taking her to Disneyland for her birthday and she better go pack because we are leaving in 10 minutes. It was so fun hearing sputters of "No, what? Joking?" and us intensely looking at the clock and telling her she only had 8 more minutes before we were leaving her birthday behind-behind. Here is my mother getting to ride Peter Pan with her favorite and <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhdDWhGH93gkW5vT889o6iLdY5vx_7doW52Jo1eVo-y7wDfn7KeLrS2b_5QVr8KFLIky470Cs4Jnmu1__DOPamEFwbej1xO_mRWjA-98nRweBemNHLlgHM9qsFe_vpqYNU3Um2ktufUYy/s1600/DSCN1295.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhdDWhGH93gkW5vT889o6iLdY5vx_7doW52Jo1eVo-y7wDfn7KeLrS2b_5QVr8KFLIky470Cs4Jnmu1__DOPamEFwbej1xO_mRWjA-98nRweBemNHLlgHM9qsFe_vpqYNU3Um2ktufUYy/s320/DSCN1295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535619969539794850" border="0" /></a>only grandchild Camden. Then in October we took the perilous journey to Disneyland with the whole (and by whole I mean most) of the Beach family. We all shared a house in Anaheim, just a few minutes from Disneyland, and spent the next 3 days together. Surprisingly we all survived. No injuries or fatalities, it was a Christmas miracle. So unfortunately we used our yearly miracle on that. Dont't be fooled. This is not all of us. That ends our Disneyland trips for a very long time. I have become the master of trips to Disneyland so these trips really cost us nothing. From a psychological stand point, I think we embarked on all of these trips because it was so nice to be able to actually go on trips and not worry if Derek should be around all of these people or can we <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ0b9ASUy31Ty4fnuphLG4vvayCg2htai_Ao7OJYg1b4tRCXlVuim34o00l9bKiyQ-Zt-6vaWCJexuhd9Fbtp073IEiPg1ED1iycb1saYSIUbNEKHuSWUVQNjl8PHcWNCyJPXnPe-4zHFG/s1600/DSCN0958.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ0b9ASUy31Ty4fnuphLG4vvayCg2htai_Ao7OJYg1b4tRCXlVuim34o00l9bKiyQ-Zt-6vaWCJexuhd9Fbtp073IEiPg1ED1iycb1saYSIUbNEKHuSWUVQNjl8PHcWNCyJPXnPe-4zHFG/s320/DSCN0958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535621071873995746" border="0" /></a>afford to go? It was nice to do something for us. We also celebrated our baby's first birthday this year! I can't believe how big he has gotten! Or how curious he is. These days he is fascinated with looking down people's shirts. He's a Beach, no denying that. We also bought a house! Perfect time to buy if you can. We bought our house for half of what it was 2 years ago. Sad for the people before us but we do lov<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubo3GXp0eBeLPnCePv1GYopkuW5ioORfTlEqYNyWuCijqTWB2lArtgjAchyphenhyphenPYW0UZ1QdmlLCsVzD9gOtc2Gg12fLV5LyJU_wnbLsod5a0I8OJ1bAJr-tAfO38pnQg12QVsIbDgQwQkBZy/s1600/Derek+155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubo3GXp0eBeLPnCePv1GYopkuW5ioORfTlEqYNyWuCijqTWB2lArtgjAchyphenhyphenPYW0UZ1QdmlLCsVzD9gOtc2Gg12fLV5LyJU_wnbLsod5a0I8OJ1bAJr-tAfO38pnQg12QVsIbDgQwQkBZy/s320/Derek+155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535622266201474370" border="0" /></a>e our house. It's in Chandler and its older, doesn't look like much from the outside but its a huge lot. 1400 square foot house on an 11,000 square foot lot. Wild, I know. The inside has all tile and was kept up real nicely. Our mortgage is less than what most people I know are paying for rent (not to brag). If you can buy, now is the time. By the way, that hummer in the driveway is not ours, that's our realtor's. I am in school full time at ASU. Its so nice to be back in school. I have a full schedule of upper division English classes. I am so grateful to be back in school that I am giving it all I got. In fact, I have 100% in 2 of my classes, I didn't even think that was possible in college. I also have been working little by little on getting my floral business together. We also celebrated our 2 year anniversary on October 11th! I know, I know, you're looking at that <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnDG_NZv6dT-i5RDbtlM89OeLlX4Rb6mXKTkx_1QHeCjTqUukhR6B4rOQTAqSyu6kL3dU68YYhM3gZVPVFlDJ5uocTKxF_dhTwSxNl5RrVSIX9vEaKRlqmJKxoVUSJPEvHvZw8QWB9-5G/s1600/DPP_00273.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnDG_NZv6dT-i5RDbtlM89OeLlX4Rb6mXKTkx_1QHeCjTqUukhR6B4rOQTAqSyu6kL3dU68YYhM3gZVPVFlDJ5uocTKxF_dhTwSxNl5RrVSIX9vEaKRlqmJKxoVUSJPEvHvZw8QWB9-5G/s320/DPP_00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535633856747000578" border="0" /></a>picture wondering who those people are. Trust me, that's us. I'm all thin and Derek looks like he might have a hold on his hairiness. My current state of fluffiness means that we have Camden and that i'm too lazy to get rid any extra there is of me. And Derek thought chemo would take care of removing his hair for him but silly him, the dude didn't lose his hair through 9 months of chemo. Derek is doing okay. His cough has come back which is a problem. I am really sick of competing with cancer for my husband. We thought we were doing good, moving on with our lives but here comes cancer. The tumor in his chest on his windpipe is growing and that is why his cough is back. It's getting worse. We are still fighting insurance to get him back on. I have tried everything I can think of. We can't purchase our own insurance policy because he has a preexisiting condition. The new healthcare reform would have us spend $1000 a month on medical insurance, and AHCCCS says I make too much money, which is laughable. He needs a PET scan and no one will give him one unless we pay for it up front which is thousands of dollars that we just don't have. It's sickening to know that my husband isn't getting the medical care he needs because I make $36 over the income limit. It's also sad that he is getting punished because i'm working. I hate playing into this messed up system but i'm doing what I have to do so that he can get his treatments. I stopped working. The upside is that now my house is clean. Okay not really, but i'm trying. Okay not trying as much as just lifting a pile of paper, complaining that I can't find anything and then putting the papers back down. Our ward has been great and really helpful to us. One of the ladies in my ward who lives across the street was talking with us the other day. She said "I don't know how you guys do it. Whenever you talk about your situation you seem like it doesn't stress you out". We do seem that way sometimes. But its only because if we think about it, the despair is just a bit too consuming. Cancer can eat you up and spit you back out. I apologize for the sudden turn of this blog post. On the bright side we are happy and in love! Lately, I think of the couple of weeks before our wedding when we found out about Derek's cancer. We were heading into the temple to do an endowment session to ease our minds.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0iVGaC06yN2mAOLOL6Ok35FcusrHBwM-dP-p4DDs7Bl999mxNbfXZNztSPZwa_m5Z_zj1Lx1OWt_0JN13zHc6rJc2uEmnlC64Bq3HHdg8hyZvo4jhF127yo_3LVycpkIZxLRfHyBU1Yi/s1600/DSCN1352.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0iVGaC06yN2mAOLOL6Ok35FcusrHBwM-dP-p4DDs7Bl999mxNbfXZNztSPZwa_m5Z_zj1Lx1OWt_0JN13zHc6rJc2uEmnlC64Bq3HHdg8hyZvo4jhF127yo_3LVycpkIZxLRfHyBU1Yi/s320/DSCN1352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535629406440097458" border="0" /></a>"You guys should just get married now?" Rochelle said.<br />"Want to?" I asked Derek.<br />"No you will regret it" he replied.<br />He has never been more wrong.The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-86510666717987420192010-08-12T11:51:00.000-07:002010-08-12T12:01:03.874-07:00Hey!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdj03G6SAsDmn_rB7TPBhXcfy09u75qNLuDuBCUNt0Uhyphenhyphenu5kxIJOxKyA_552RQydYAQffWgJq_1ell4wjuKqmBo1SnbVEnsyBcMQYQjXIAC7S1wQmkcAV-BQU5xMnROsIkO4kpo0-5Ndx/s1600/DSCN0511.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdj03G6SAsDmn_rB7TPBhXcfy09u75qNLuDuBCUNt0Uhyphenhyphenu5kxIJOxKyA_552RQydYAQffWgJq_1ell4wjuKqmBo1SnbVEnsyBcMQYQjXIAC7S1wQmkcAV-BQU5xMnROsIkO4kpo0-5Ndx/s320/DSCN0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504599025496540466" border="0" /></a><br />Sorry all. It has been crazy! I apologize for the neglect but I shall update you if you would like. Just in case you aren't aware we (Derek, Kaela, and Camden Beach) LOVE Disneyland. We have gone 3 times this year.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_j4vW83ZbquOilKudFEd74IF74cs68mkBV7iXX_Z9EXKn30M6otfjlxavJ0U_GPA7xy5s3p1HAb97hPsD8sl5CoINQs3oGFrAP_DrWENsaMCqHutO621bFEGHLdsc9EM0vojQX_w8of2Y/s1600/DSCN0522.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_j4vW83ZbquOilKudFEd74IF74cs68mkBV7iXX_Z9EXKn30M6otfjlxavJ0U_GPA7xy5s3p1HAb97hPsD8sl5CoINQs3oGFrAP_DrWENsaMCqHutO621bFEGHLdsc9EM0vojQX_w8of2Y/s320/DSCN0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504599431560255666" border="0" /></a><br />We bought a house, I will post pictures soon. We are moving in right now so we should be into our house this weekend. I start school next week and I am super excited. I am taking 5 English Lit classes at ASU. Derek is doing great, we went to the doctor and he said that he is doing well and doesn't need to see him for a few months. Camden is getting huge. He turned one last month. I can't believe how fast time flies! Sorry to make this so short but we have alot going on. I will post more later!The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-23878066748778724722009-12-31T09:45:00.000-08:002009-12-31T11:57:11.251-08:00A look back at 2009<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Well it has been some year. This blog post is dedicated to a look back at the Derek, Kaela, and Camden Beach family in 2009. January-March was pretty uneventful. Derek and I were both really tired. I was growing a baby which is horribly tiring. In March we found out we were having a boy! Derek was doing chemo and was scheduled to be done in May. However he developed a cough similar to the one that took us to the doctor in the first place and more scans were done. It was found that his cancer hadn't shrunk any and in fact was growing. Derek went through 3 different types of chemo before it was decided that a bone marrow transplant was necessary if Derek wanted to be cured. In May we went and had a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">consultation</span> with the transplant doctor and everything was laid out for us.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht8-6BWsj4ceN8RF2Efd0a1TWE-UIZItmX9JaZBpwdXxiysBqryD68Etd1o_0fOdiS4gd-EAa-YK7MdrC3ztm46v0FyNndeYCdk2LDGbIdVnlhcbDBM9487c_sl2Q42WIs4-Cku2LN1-ko/s1600-h/DSCN9715.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421465039518809426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht8-6BWsj4ceN8RF2Efd0a1TWE-UIZItmX9JaZBpwdXxiysBqryD68Etd1o_0fOdiS4gd-EAa-YK7MdrC3ztm46v0FyNndeYCdk2LDGbIdVnlhcbDBM9487c_sl2Q42WIs4-Cku2LN1-ko/s320/DSCN9715.JPG" border="0" /></a> His own stem cells would get extracted from his blood which looks like someone getting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dialysis</span>. He had to do this 2 days in a row to get the amount of cells he needs. They said he would have to be in the hospital for about a month. The bad news was that it sounded like he would be in the hospital when I had Camden so I was greatly worried about that. Derek then did some pretty intense chemo where he spent 8 hours a day for a week getting chemo, got 2 weeks off then had to do it all over again. Towards June I was feeling pretty crappy. I was getting huge and thought I would be giving birth to a 10 pound baby. My blood pressure started rising. At the beginning of July I stopped working.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421471768522373746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxueOCHlCGem5dRxnl8Caz5bIJ_LnYOoTb7y3MTasvpEncTT5N5xKnZaTHnt5A8x-cSLRRAuVMBSQg9j_VBSds9Qb2d5ulj7ZFq6ncdFLhHfKHsn_zi85l2L-pN6HQ9PNWwdE1BqACgI0/s320/DSCN9730.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><p> Here's me looking HUGE!<br /></p><br /><p>On July 21st I went to the doctor and my blood pressure was really high so they sent me to the hospital to get a 3D ultrasound to make sure my baby was okay. I was already <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dilated</span> and almost <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">completely</span> effaced so she said I would go into labor sometime this week but to make an appointment for next week just in case. Next week came and I still hadn't gone into labor. I went to the doctor and my blood pressure was crazy high and said that I had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">preeclampsia</span> and the only cure is having the baby. So she sent me to the hospital to get induced. Everything went pretty quick after that. I got into the labor room and Derek got really sick. He had just done really intense chemo a couple days before so he kept disappearing into the bathroom. At 11am they started the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pitocin</span>. At 1pm my doctor came in and broke my water. At 145 pm I got my epidural. Pretty quickly after that I was 10 cm and started to push. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKP_VvQxd6e_Mpx0w9u0-hcf9jMpP886Gdf2pZPKBY_IU3t93JvGcCClN_1Qr9o_17X9WnwXmi_B8tc38gnUDctiDoMfDjlhtQpPGFV-8ojGhXoF80rEYIK800yfzoxSZ10DKV54L_geQ5/s1600-h/DSCN9842.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421474374957660834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKP_VvQxd6e_Mpx0w9u0-hcf9jMpP886Gdf2pZPKBY_IU3t93JvGcCClN_1Qr9o_17X9WnwXmi_B8tc38gnUDctiDoMfDjlhtQpPGFV-8ojGhXoF80rEYIK800yfzoxSZ10DKV54L_geQ5/s320/DSCN9842.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WM4M7nhc3LbwMLjLLfImDnvgTCRnhbw4y3AR1eatpsHpst6oKeTfKY9dm1zzbomZB5-1rUzupsPlm890bzx9wIJ-V4iJq8N_ofYxGGnQ4f3kDioMnOPUYqcwUd7CrRotS-b_JYSTeiyL/s1600-h/dscf3294_0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421489177326143890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WM4M7nhc3LbwMLjLLfImDnvgTCRnhbw4y3AR1eatpsHpst6oKeTfKY9dm1zzbomZB5-1rUzupsPlm890bzx9wIJ-V4iJq8N_ofYxGGnQ4f3kDioMnOPUYqcwUd7CrRotS-b_JYSTeiyL/s320/dscf3294_0.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>At 501 pm Camden Allen Beach was born weighing 6 pounds 5 ounces and was 18 inches long. Derek was great through the whole thing. Even being so sick he never complained and was there for me every second I needed him. </p>In <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">September</span> Derek got his first transplant. This one he did outpatient. He did one day of super intense chemo. And the next day he got his cells back. It wiped him out pretty bad. He shaved his head because his hair was falling out but it was falling out too slow for him. Since he started chemo in last <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">November</span> he has kept his hair and wanted for once to look like he actually had cancer.<br /><p>We were living our life as a happy family. In October Derek and I celebrated our One year anniversary. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421476201566369202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnroMYdsbMXwUmLfrOs7qcslXbKlgmpdBl09ub8xe4R7aR7WV4bqvlW4DowdbIdJgzTn4SLBKL0lMSBzEPJQIHrVeU-ZrKVCCQDVjHVB6vSa0GVkwCmfopsdHLAlaIqn11i6mUsoYZ4ef2/s320/DSCN9881.JPG" border="0" /></p></div></div>That's not a beer on the table. That's an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">IBC</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">rootbeer</span>. Derek can't have fountain sodas. Two days later he went in for his second transplant which he had to be admitted for. He did a whole week of chemo followed by a day of getting his cells back. I visited him everyday but no one under 12 can go into the transplant unit so Camden couldn't see Derek. Everyday I brought the blanket Camden slept with to Derek so that he had a little piece of his baby. It was really hard for Derek to be away from us and really hard for me to have to chose who I was going to be with Derek or Camden. But 15 days after being in the hospital Derek came home. He couldn't get out of the car fast enough to see his son! Derek got out of the hospital 2 weeks <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">earlier</span> than expected, and then very quickly started recovering. I took a caregiver class on how to care for Derek when he got out of the hospital and I was expecting him to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">incapable</span> of doing anything like make his own food or even take a shower but he was fine! It was great and really a testimony to me how our Heavenly Father can perform miracles to those who believe they can happen. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421481857011198786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1N6jG4Rk2Xi5Ool3OHxpJ0S_5vVQlZBtFQWwipQIBhYpCtRt_hT5troVfoPrutnN-44qDjLpA0MWEiGPFu_vVBKL7wlgo_y9OfZjx193p9gH3LHBC957pjMB8QYA5xfGw-q7SsxsXISnb/s320/DSCN9893.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p> Here is Derek getting his cells back for the last time!<br /></p><p>After that it was just a healing process for the both of us. Derek got called as second counselor in the Sunday school presidency. I got called as the secretary in the Primary. I went back to work right after Thanksgiving. We also had a wonderful Christmas. Even though Camden doesn't understand about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Christmas</span> yet we still had a blast buying and wrapping his presents and watching him as we opened them for him. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWfdmyfPlwqGSsy_9X2U7ylsaGVFNKgHSaMSDcoJVkSRxOETJsAmEG9tNqyi-BEDbpJ8hjDeewrz2TUoIP7HvOayZJ1nDAjdedArO2CB4OkoQmT-06Net-VFc-Ije_56tcXFkC2qtQmvA/s1600-h/DSCN0119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421485140532721522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWfdmyfPlwqGSsy_9X2U7ylsaGVFNKgHSaMSDcoJVkSRxOETJsAmEG9tNqyi-BEDbpJ8hjDeewrz2TUoIP7HvOayZJ1nDAjdedArO2CB4OkoQmT-06Net-VFc-Ije_56tcXFkC2qtQmvA/s320/DSCN0119.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIU8i1QRiP-xPaVk_H7Avfqy3jWN0MWMy5Hx_lEDzMFckF8rrM3ou3fOquqLFuDgDKiaOkJWmTF4SoVjsTslhWoyLVLY9gy6_W4ZWg-JYW6KFOkZDV8pXPXiknv2Vx1yzrsAHBMldqzVk_/s1600-h/DSCN0132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421485707812273954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIU8i1QRiP-xPaVk_H7Avfqy3jWN0MWMy5Hx_lEDzMFckF8rrM3ou3fOquqLFuDgDKiaOkJWmTF4SoVjsTslhWoyLVLY9gy6_W4ZWg-JYW6KFOkZDV8pXPXiknv2Vx1yzrsAHBMldqzVk_/s320/DSCN0132.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p> Our Christmas was wonderful! It was so nice to be together.<br /></p><p>This has been a tough year but it was made sweeter by the arrival of our little boy. Heavenly Father sure has been watching over us and taken great care of us. Our family and friends have been angels to us and have really looked out for us. We couldn't be more grateful. It has also made us all the more grateful to be an eternal family. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421488512099880754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzWV7MqznQEsBluJjsI_1OAC68C4hULBrWIGiT0dyIOKCRiFVgtCFtpnsWmLpAIrP6MpaF_zzjOgaMEqNzaLZEY3irvXneOFQS3Nfv_PAukXK0fwvD6KL34Z_Olq4VJcU9VlhEZu0vhuF/s320/DSC_2997+copy.jpg" border="0" /></p></div></div></div>The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-91201443721215947232009-11-21T10:15:00.000-08:002009-11-21T10:24:06.663-08:00SorryNow that Derek is home we haven't had much going on which is AWESOME! We just hang out. Derek is doing great. He has an appointment on Tuesday and I am going to ask if I can go back to work. I LOVE being at home but I feel like I need to go back to work. We are too poor for both of us not to be working. Derek's hair is growing back and I have a feeling it will grow back fast. Camden is a big fatty. I love it, he is so cute. He smiles alot, he is just a happy, content baby. Well that is all that is new with us. I am glad I have nothing more to tell you. A boring life is my favorite.The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-89233839324587867972009-11-12T10:47:00.000-08:002009-11-12T10:58:34.899-08:00Day + Not sure<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOKncAurWNwMdOxi-SboOr_kQJA-OCx3mrkrfA2SJF6LBVl66exznzg5XSPdwNPDP2WErdVeCSDqVFC6rYc3jcGy5UY2WZZjnYJnREVUwVPhmseXbYfewN1CjTj42hVqInMcqy1U1yD-Lg/s1600-h/DSCN9917.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403291219132920162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOKncAurWNwMdOxi-SboOr_kQJA-OCx3mrkrfA2SJF6LBVl66exznzg5XSPdwNPDP2WErdVeCSDqVFC6rYc3jcGy5UY2WZZjnYJnREVUwVPhmseXbYfewN1CjTj42hVqInMcqy1U1yD-Lg/s320/DSCN9917.JPG" border="0" /></a> I have alot of pictures of Camden and Derek together but I can't help it! They are just so cute! They were taking a nap and Camden moved his hand over so that he could fall asleep touching his daddy's hand. Precious I know. We are all doing great. Derek is feeling fantastic. He seems totally normal. He has been really helpful. He does alot around the house and does alot with Camden. We went to the doctor on Tuesday and she said that he was doing so well he didn't have to come back for 2 weeks. Plus he got his external line taken out that day so he is pretty happy. Camden is doing great. He is just getting so big, I can't believe it. I am doing okay. I fail at trying to excerise and lose weight so im feeling pretty lame. <br /><div></div>The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-37206547101763025892009-11-05T19:07:00.000-08:002009-11-05T19:35:15.470-08:00Oh Camden, my CamdenThis is what happens when Camden thinks he is alone. We are bad parents because we think this is hilarious. <br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxPL9-1TUXPnDiJNIkWk63VDRoKfMUD-wRebh1f6MyM7CtOiQ6a6q-NA6nCfTnG9Fk2hXkdetfwSwIiGuG6Qw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-78992823678164345352009-11-01T19:41:00.001-08:002009-11-01T19:57:58.012-08:00Halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7Dtt5dP-_oYpNeIaUKzIq1l3cqiI1KT6gB3InjyZS4kfKQ_V5bACvFgdc0gKoCBOUxsO1OoFgxXXtYgR1LTlDH2LC1fB4bHMXSUaYzMBzOk42ZONZ0wg7qfQ0HbXNKyhNmgt8WDikSPX/s1600-h/DSCN9951.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399349675118173890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7Dtt5dP-_oYpNeIaUKzIq1l3cqiI1KT6gB3InjyZS4kfKQ_V5bACvFgdc0gKoCBOUxsO1OoFgxXXtYgR1LTlDH2LC1fB4bHMXSUaYzMBzOk42ZONZ0wg7qfQ0HbXNKyhNmgt8WDikSPX/s320/DSCN9951.JPG" border="0" /></a>Camden getting all ready for his first Halloween! He looks like he wants to say "You're going to put me in what?!"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KgP48phZCF4y439YlxM5ySxb_wHNGFZ6gLbll2VtmVN65POtCqUu60P20F2qaEuOd6uLgG6-dHvL06oDTERcye75k37ku2v3N4Ok6DiCPFWR1F86w02oBDLQnPaSxdfnELrM0m9uDWTw/s1600-h/DSCN9955.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399349030734264402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KgP48phZCF4y439YlxM5ySxb_wHNGFZ6gLbll2VtmVN65POtCqUu60P20F2qaEuOd6uLgG6-dHvL06oDTERcye75k37ku2v3N4Ok6DiCPFWR1F86w02oBDLQnPaSxdfnELrM0m9uDWTw/s320/DSCN9955.JPG" border="0" /></a> Rawr! Have you ever seen such a cute monster?! This is Camden's costume. So cute. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0JSvAZDWjJuP4M9Mrf9ffYmsZT9QXthhERJtCRAtz-OZ_agalT_BXTZbSO0mQvbexXFeud5bTky3Rwgyscx1P0FTwM2I1sSL-Xkaij0ItJAKHA3LZ1NkfVe03bemuS2pQwkSff_EotiJ/s1600-h/DSCN9963.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399348181697826642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy0JSvAZDWjJuP4M9Mrf9ffYmsZT9QXthhERJtCRAtz-OZ_agalT_BXTZbSO0mQvbexXFeud5bTky3Rwgyscx1P0FTwM2I1sSL-Xkaij0ItJAKHA3LZ1NkfVe03bemuS2pQwkSff_EotiJ/s320/DSCN9963.JPG" border="0" /></a> After a little while at the trunk or treat Camden was fast asleep. But that didn't stop Derek from pushing Camden around getting more candy out of people. You would think that people would realize that a 3 month old is not going to eat that candy and it is clearly a ploy to get candy for mommy and daddy. But we aren't complaing. Well I will be when I look at the scale.<br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOaewGZIVSLeq6JAPiHDaNwL7oV1Qp_YyEKvG2rimL4wcSV9kBFIAZgpsWd_WVBRlfSOV-JnL5kHTyT5sKvvQgEE2tiGQrnET8ZOXAhTN_J5wKCfHinljs2DYHEiPYllsL4xksJL36nv5/s1600-h/DSCN9967.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399347855536501986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOaewGZIVSLeq6JAPiHDaNwL7oV1Qp_YyEKvG2rimL4wcSV9kBFIAZgpsWd_WVBRlfSOV-JnL5kHTyT5sKvvQgEE2tiGQrnET8ZOXAhTN_J5wKCfHinljs2DYHEiPYllsL4xksJL36nv5/s320/DSCN9967.JPG" border="0" /></a> Camden cuddling with mommy after a long night of trick or treating. </div></div></div>The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-10768426309085072132009-11-01T19:30:00.001-08:002009-11-01T19:41:11.091-08:00Reunited and it feels so good!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcteEX88jDB4X_c8mN1JbzXKBZ3Ae0_KJ5Yn_Q4cRPtcjT_RxrXzAl94LwuvONK880gMPlyevHtJMttEaIUmP089BPjsA35oX1KEyhTCLVGc0Ri2MmwT12T2A3yhUBuW8FjAvnYbgff7S/s1600-h/DSCN9908.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399344008735415186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcteEX88jDB4X_c8mN1JbzXKBZ3Ae0_KJ5Yn_Q4cRPtcjT_RxrXzAl94LwuvONK880gMPlyevHtJMttEaIUmP089BPjsA35oX1KEyhTCLVGc0Ri2MmwT12T2A3yhUBuW8FjAvnYbgff7S/s320/DSCN9908.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Our little family is reunited! On Tuesday Derek came home and we are so happy to have him back. Life is indeed sweeter when I can have Derek and Camden. Derek came home a week earlier than expected and in better health than expected. The doctors said that Derek is one of the earliest people to go home after having a transplant. He looks great and feels great. If you were talking to him you would have no idea this guy just went through a torturous tour of chemo. He is so positive. He is such a wonderful example to me and to Camden. While we were at the hospital one day this week for him to get his blood tested he turned to me and said "I am so lucky, this could be so much worse." What a ridiculous thing to say I thought. This is pretty bad. But its such a wonderful insight into the humility and testimony of an awesome man. Life is sweet!</div>The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-65472515062948349522009-10-24T14:26:00.000-07:002009-10-24T14:35:35.233-07:00Day +5<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxBvX0lPOSZi8SjIiXy4JZ-BN2XFa5P_YK6IZyo9dK3djLDQlsNDJAPHExEB1UsUpWT9Ycxi4w3BO49Ga-vUA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>I bet you didn't know that Camden is bringing sexy back. Camden is doing great. He has his moments. Yesterday he was not a fan of mom. Everytime I held him or looked at him he started freaking out but he was the best baby ever for everyone besides me. Derek is getting better everyday. Today he is getting a blood transfusion. His white blood cell count is super low but he has a fair amount of energy. There is another bone marrow patient here that walks laps around the transplant area to make sure his body isn't getting weak. He just hauls along much faster than I care to walk. I make fun of Derek telling him he is lazy. He walks around a couple of times but nothing like this guy, lol. I am getting ready to lose this baby weight. I signed up for a fitness bootcamp which is monday through friday for an hour for the next 4 weeks. I am excited, I am sick of having to still wear maternity clothes. Derek can hopefully come home on Wednesday. I realized yesterday that since Derek has been in the hospital I have driven 600 miles.The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-31105065898313746222009-10-22T14:37:00.000-07:002009-10-22T14:53:50.750-07:00Day +3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsNhXOtRD9_522DUeaN53yxtHalJBU9crxEA565YCztaALsRaCIIbbTZZVSNx9-gtUkEqnt7Ou_2PfrjLu04-14vrZO3xQY0RLtqXHsfndS2bBfJihTzc9VeLxeO0vQawwm1h8HrniCUkX/s1600-h/DSCN9895.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395545857437937426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsNhXOtRD9_522DUeaN53yxtHalJBU9crxEA565YCztaALsRaCIIbbTZZVSNx9-gtUkEqnt7Ou_2PfrjLu04-14vrZO3xQY0RLtqXHsfndS2bBfJihTzc9VeLxeO0vQawwm1h8HrniCUkX/s320/DSCN9895.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Camden is so cute! I just love my precious little baby. Last night I cuddled with him while he was sleeping and I gave him a kiss and he grinned so big in his sleep. I look at Camden and feel greatly inadequate. I hope I can be the mom he deserves. Derek is feeling alright today. His stomach is still a little weak but if you walked into his room and started talking to him you would think he is feeling fine. He talked to the doctor today and the doctor said that if he is still doing good (counts are going up, no sores in his mouth, no fever) then he may be able to come home early next week (tuesday or wedenesday). I really, really hope he can come home, I miss having him at home. Derek is going a little stir crazy being stuck in this hospital room. Everyday I bring him the blanket Camden slept with the night before and it helps him, but it is no great substitute for the real thing. </div>The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-92005219132771999572009-10-19T14:31:00.000-07:002009-10-19T14:40:08.805-07:00Day 0 Happy birthday!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLf_Co4FhQrn0DkHB9J_cT3TKqSEPo3HCj_cTFSzY8D9dfWUGlfkYqb7DZ-rKMpcLBDUI0O6MoABt7zD03QbYIe0UhL2llEGgPzxbrJHmXCplNW737zBKdoJ9mizUHkONKXPOy0WcvGWqG/s1600-h/DSCN9893.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394428004782762290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLf_Co4FhQrn0DkHB9J_cT3TKqSEPo3HCj_cTFSzY8D9dfWUGlfkYqb7DZ-rKMpcLBDUI0O6MoABt7zD03QbYIe0UhL2llEGgPzxbrJHmXCplNW737zBKdoJ9mizUHkONKXPOy0WcvGWqG/s320/DSCN9893.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Here is Derek getting his cells back. The nurses say "Happy Birthday!" Im assuming its because this is the first day of the rest of your healthy life! He is cuddling with one of Camden's blankets that smell like Camden. He is also surrounded by pictures of Camden. He says they make him feel better. Right now its just a waiting game til his cells engraft back into his body and start making red and white blood cells. I am hoping it is 2 weeks at the most. He needs to come home, Camden misses his daddy. And Daddy misses his baby.The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-71659143699583922022009-10-18T17:34:00.001-07:002009-10-18T17:48:44.279-07:00Day -2 and -1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKuIb1i0M749deLEOwJu2VixQ5q595Ox4UvKO9dUPqAldxbES4fBtx8jmI-nMsYlZJoQN3aOjKJ5iBm5bGXCUSzJ0ACkCNyeGv7iyIE52Xz_O63gj7oAATQ8M8DLXU_D8hvVuE5SNex4mX/s1600-h/DSCN9885.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394104654615806466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKuIb1i0M749deLEOwJu2VixQ5q595Ox4UvKO9dUPqAldxbES4fBtx8jmI-nMsYlZJoQN3aOjKJ5iBm5bGXCUSzJ0ACkCNyeGv7iyIE52Xz_O63gj7oAATQ8M8DLXU_D8hvVuE5SNex4mX/s320/DSCN9885.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The last chemo ever! Well that is what we are hoping. On saturday Derek got chemo for the last time. He was HORRIBLY sick. And not only sick he was in alot of pain. He got so much pain medication but not much was working. He is a trooper though. And have you ever seen anyone so studly getting chemo? Today he is still really really sick and hasn't been able to keep any food down. Tomorrow they will start giving him nutrition through a line. Tomorrow he also gets his cells back which was the worst part for him last time. I am preparing myself for the cream of corn smell, ew. I miss him terribly when I am away from the hospital. And I miss Camden when I am at the hospital. Its no fun no matter where I am. I can't wait for Derek to come home with his family where he belongs. I went to the temple on friday and really felt good afterwards. Its amazing how much peace the temple brings. I can't wait til Derek and I can go together again. Life is crazy hectic. Its comforting to know that this craziness eventually has an end with a happy ending, a happy and healthy family. </div>The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-34573353503811679432009-10-15T16:04:00.000-07:002009-10-15T16:09:32.691-07:00Day -4 and 5Yesterday was pretty uneventful (which we like). Derek got chemo and was feeling fine. We played the WII which is so nicely set up in his room and hung out. It was as well of a day as you can have being stuck in a hospital. Today however was not quite so fun. Derek got a different type of chemo today which kicked his butt. He was sleepy and nausea. He threw up a few times(which was not fun) and just felt awful. The doctor said his white blood, red blood cell and platelet counts are dropping which is to be expected. This weekend he should be feeling his worse. Today was not a good day so Im scared to see it get worse.The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505571534513196156.post-6332510546931300642009-10-13T20:43:00.000-07:002009-10-13T20:53:10.188-07:00Day -6Today is Derek's second day of chemo. I guess I expected him to be lying in his bed all sickly but when I got there this morning he was out of bed walking around. There was a cart that has another tv on it and a wii. Derek showed me all of the games that they had (and it was alot). He seems reasonably comfortable. He wishes he was home. We wish he was home. Camden was cuddling with me earlier and he started fussing and wiggling around. I could tell I wasn't the person he wanted to cuddle with. Camden is being a good boy for me though. He knows this is hard and he is trying to make sure he is not making it harder. Perhaps I am guessing too much on his behavior,but I am sure he knows that something is going on. I've been keeping busy, I am rarely home during the day. How I long for boring, relaxing days with my husband and sweet baby. If you are interested in seeing Derek just let me know, I can give you directions to his room or even be there to lead you there.The Beachshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14414764216832444481noreply@blogger.com0