Saturday, January 17, 2015

The Definition of Strength

Miriam Webster defines strength as “the quality or state of being physically strong; the ability to resist being moved or broken by a force; the power to resist attack”.  Well, I hate to tell you, Webster, but you’re wrong.

The definition of strength is a wife who loved her husband with every fiber of her being; a wife who was devoted and dedicated in a way that was truly genuine; a wife who never came to expect anything from her husband, even though everyone knew he would go to the moon and back for her.  The definition of strength is a wife who while working part-time always made sure things were “just so” at home, took care of all of the banking, laundry, ironing, and cleaning, among other things, knowing that her husband was working so hard to provide for their family.  The definition of strength is a wife who had big dreams for the life she would make with her husband and accomplished them all.

The definition of strength is a mother who attended countless little league and softball games, scouting events, dance and gymnastics recitals, and mother-son bowling nights; a mother who taught her children so much just by living and being the kind, gentle, loving person that she was; a mother who always listened to her children, especially her daughter, ramble on and on and on about who knows what and always making them feel like whatever they had to say was the most important thing in the world.  (Having two young children of my own, I know first hand how difficult this can be at times.)  The definition of strength is a mother who was always there to help in any way she could with advice, a helping hand, or a shoulder to cry on, from the time her children were born, right up until they were in their mid-thirties. The definition of strength is a mother who welcomed the spouses of her children with an open heart and always treated them and loved them as if they were her own. 

The definition of strength is a Gramma who loved her four little monkeys more than they will ever realize; a Gramma who played board games and card games with her grandsons and let them cheat and win; a Gramma who kissed and hugged her grandsons as much and as often as they would allow; a Gramma who pitched batting practice and blew bubbles and enjoyed the pool in the backyard before having squeeze pops with those boys; a Gramma who attended school related and other important events and was so proud of her grandsons for all they have already learned and accomplished in their short lives.  The definition of strength is a Gramma whose passion and legacy will live on in the lives and hearts of those grandsons.   

The definition of strength is a daughter who made her parents so proud of all of her accomplishments in school, in her career, as a caring and loving wife and mother; a daughter who while watching her own mother struggle with emphysema, fought harder and harder to live the life she always wanted; a daughter who took special care of her father after her mother had passed, always calling to check-in, taking him out to eat, inviting him over for time with family and having him visit in Fort Myers, a place that her parents loved so much.  

The definition of strength is a sister who always cared for her three younger brothers in the best way she knew how; leaving enough food on her own plate to give them a little extra at meal time; having a unique and special relationship with each of them based on their own personalities; sharing many family vacations and special times with them and their own families as adults.  The definition of strength is a sister “in-law” who welcomed every new person into the family with such a sense of belonging and grace.  The definition of strength is an aunt who always had a beautiful smile, an ear to listen and arms to hug her nieces and nephews, letting them know that she would always be there for whatever they might need.

The definition of strength is a friend who loved spending time with the special people in her life – grabbing lunch or dinner at a favorite restaurant, going on double dates to PC basketball games, having couples nights with the girls from the bank, going to the casino on bonus points days and nights, climbing multiple flights of stairs to spend time with friends, taking her time and going slowly but never complaining about a single step; walking the length of the mall and shopping with her little girl just to get some time as “girls are girls”.  The definition of strength is a friend who always knew when to call and what to say for any situation, regardless of how much time may have passed.  A friend who never judged but rather accepted people just as they are and loved each friend in a special way. 

The definition of strength is a woman who always put others needs ahead of her own – holding the door for perfect strangers; offering up her seat to anyone nearby; taking care of everyone of her customers at the bank in a way that met the customers needs, not necessarily the “sales” goals.  The definition of strength is a woman who never wanted to be the center of attention but who had so much love, class, grace, patience, courage, compassion, and beauty that she could light up a room with just her smile.  The definition of strength is a woman who never let others know about the fight she was fighting and how hard it was for her to breathe but who woke everyday, ready to face the day, always 110% beautifully together, right down to her pink or red finger nails. 

The definition of strength is a woman who never ever complained or pitied herself for having pulmonary hypertension but rather lived her life as fully as she could, always inspiring her doctors to work harder to help her because of the beautiful person she was. The definition of strength is a woman, whose doctors and nurses worked tirelessly, around the clock, searching for answers because they could feel the love that her family had for her and from that love knew what an amazing person she was.   The definition of strength is a woman who even at the very end of her life showed enough fight and determination to allow her family to get a decent night’s rest knowing they were in for a long few days. 

The definition of strength is Deborah Louise Kavanagh. 


I love you, Mom!  Thank you for fighting so hard, for so long, and for having such amazing strength to do it all so beautifully and effortlessly!  Thank you for being my best friend!


Thursday, January 15, 2015

The Hardest Days

2014 was a rough year for us and I was ready to greet 2015 with a new attitude and outlook in so many ways.  On New Years Eve, I took an online quiz to get "my mantra" for 2015.  It was "I am here".  I had a blog post developing in my head about all of the lessons I had learned in 2014 and how I wanted to be moving forward.  That post has become quite blurry because of all that has happened in the last 18 days.

On December 27th, about 12 hours before my parents were scheduled to head back to Florida for the winter, my Mom was admitted to the hospital.  She and my Dad had spent the day at the walk-in clinic because she was coughing a lot and having trouble breathing.  That night, still not feeling better, she asked my dad to call the rescue.  Mom was admitted late Saturday night/early Sunday morning but was sent home on Tuesday.  I spoke with her Tuesday morning just before she left the hospital and she sounded great!

I knew she was going home and didn't want to bother her or make her talk and cough too much so I didn't call Tuesday afternoon.  I called on Wednesday to check in and Mom didn't sound good.  She was having trouble talking much without coughing so I kept the conversation short.  Wednesday was New Year's Eve and we were heading to Dan and Karin's to ring in the new year.  My plan was to swing in and see Mom and Dad sometime on New Year's Day before heading home.

New Year's Day, while at Dan and Karin's, the phone rang around 10:30 am.  It was Dad.  He was taking Mom back to the hospital.  More of the same.  Coughing a lot and having difficulty breathing.  Once she had been admitted to a room in Jane Brown, I went to the hospital to see her.  She was doing ok, not great, but ok.  I had seen her much worse.

Friday, early afternoon, I called my Dad to check in.  He was on his way to Dr. Drogin.  He wasn't feeling well either and Mom was supposed to have a follow up appointment after her first hospitalization to get the "OK" to go to Florida, so Dad took Mom's appointment.  That evening around 4:30, Dan called me and said that Dad had been taken to the hospital in a rescue from CVS where he passed out while waiting for prescriptions.  WOW...2015 was off to a stellar start and we were only 36 hours in!!

I immediately got in the car to go to RI Hospital.  I wasn't sure where Dad would be so I started in Mom's room.  She said "What are you doing here? Did you talk to Dad?"  I said, "No, did you? He's here."  I explained what I knew at that point and was able to get my Dad on the phone to talk to Mom.  It turned out that Dad was dehydrated and hadn't been eating, drinking and sleeping well because he was taking care of Mom and trying to get ready for Florida.  Doing too much!  The doctor's decided to keep Dad overnight for observation and we were able to reassure Mom that he was OK.

Saturday, I went to the hospital to visit both Mom and Dad.  Dad had been diagnosed with the flu and was resting when I stopped in.  Mom was having more difficulty breathing than she had been on Thursday or Friday and asked for the oxygen cannula.  Dan and I left around 3:30 and had I known what was to come, I never would have left!

My original plan was to go back to Mom and Dad's house, see Bruce and the boys, grab some dinner and than stop back in to see Mom and Dad before heading home for the night.  The weather was getting a little nasty with snow and freezing rain so rather than stick around, we decided to head home.  I called both Mom and Dad in their rooms to let them know that we were going to head home but that we would be back in the morning.

At 8:30 Sunday morning, Dan called me to let me know that early Sunday morning (sometime between 5 and 7), Mom was having such difficulty breathing that she had to be intubated and moved to ICU.  My Dad heard the code blue (respiratory arrest or cardiac arrest) and knew it was Mom.  This began what was to be a very long 11 days.

Dad was kept in the hospital for an extra day, mostly because of what was going on with Mom.  The doctors wanted to make sure he was eating, drinking, getting enough fluid, etc so that he didn't have any more complications.  Dan and I gathered as much information as we could on Sunday and kept Dad informed of what was happening to the best of our ability.  Dad was released on Monday and the three of us spent the better parts of Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday in the waiting room on the 4th floor of the hospital.

Wednesday afternoon, after dropping Dad at home, I stopped at the hospital to see Mom again before heading home.  I just needed to sit with her, to let her know that she wasn't alone, to make sure that she wasn't afraid, just to be there like she had always been there for me.  Mom was pretty sedated but would shake her head "yes" or "no" in response to questions.  She seemed to know that we were there a little bit.  Dad and Dan had a good visit with Mom on Wednesday night.  She opened her eyes a little and smiled a bit when they were talking to her.  She gave us some hope that maybe we were turning the corner, that she could come off of the ventilator and that she was getting stronger.  Her heart function had improved from what it was earlier in the week, her BP, HR, blood oxygen, etc were all stabilizing.

The doctors were a bit stumped as to why they weren't able to turn down the ventilator enough and take the tube out.  They thought maybe she was anxious and nervous or scared so they tried to sedate her enough to remove the anxiety.  After three days of waiting, it was clear that maybe Mom just needed more time to get stronger.  The doctors began treating her for acute bronchitis hoping that they could open her airways enough to get her to breath on her own more.

Monday and Tuesday were full of ups and downs.  Periods where Mom was stable followed by periods where Mom's heart rate and blood pressure were all over the place.  Dan called me around midnight Tuesday morning and said "Mom's not doing well, you need to get here."  Bruce and I left immediately.  It was a long, stressful, scary day for all of us but by the end of the day, Mom's body seemed to be responding well to the nitrous oxide so we all went home to rest.  

Wednesday morning, around 7:30, Dad called.  Mom's blood pressure and heart rate were all over the place again.  After meeting with the doctors Wednesday morning, we knew the end was near.  At 11:40 am, Wednesday, January 14th, Mom peacefully took her last breath.

We said goodbye to a beautiful lady who fought so long and so hard without ever once complaining.  We are going to miss her so much and will never quite be whole again.  I love you, Mom!


Saturday, December 13, 2014

Fun with Logan

I have really been enjoying my time with Logan this fall.  It is nice to have some time with just him while Evan is at school.  It's kind of funny because when Evan was the age that Logan is now, I didn't really get much time alone with him because we had Logan.  It is nice to see Logan's personality developing and to watch him change and grow so quickly...too quickly!  We have fun doing all sorts of things - running errands, playing at home, meeting friends for morning play dates, or just snuggling on the couch together.  He is certainly my little buddy and I love it!

Some of my favorite Logan-isms right now are:
"I do good job, mommy?"/"I good helper, mommy?"
"Wanna play with me, mommy?"
"That's good singing back there" - after a song ends in the car
and so many more...



A little live action to see just how full of life Logan is

Friday, December 12, 2014

Santa's Little Elves

The two little Christmas elves living in our house have been very busy these last few weeks.  They have helped with everything from picking out a Christmas tree to wrapping presents to baking cookies to decorating to putting up the village to doing Christmas projects and so much more!  They have worked hard to fill our house with holiday love and cheer...something of which we can never have too much.  Happy holidays from our little elves!




Sunday, December 7, 2014

Millbury Chain of Lights

Each year the town of Millbury hosts the Chain of Lights.  It is an event where many local businesses host holiday activities for families to enjoy as they stroll through town on a Sunday early in December.  In the 8+ years that we have lived in Millbury, we had never attended until today.  We started with lunch at the Pizza Chef where they had a live band playing and singing Christmas carols.  Next we stopped by to see the Boy Scouts on the common who were making s'mores and giving away hot chocolate which was much appreciated on this cold day.  After taking a horse drawn sleigh ride through town, we stopped in at a local dentist's office for some popcorn and a balloon.  Next we went to the Asa Waters Mansion to visit with Santa and Mrs. Claus and to hear the reading of The Night Before Christmas.  We finished up our day with a stop at one of our favorite places in town, the library.  We only stopped in at a few of the many places but we had a great day!

Friday, December 5, 2014

Trouble x2!

Tonight while Bruce and I were finishing up dinner, the boys, who had already had dinner earlier, were upstairs playing quietly together.  At one point, I even commented to Bruce about how they were playing nicely together.  We could hear them but they weren't being crazy and they weren't fighting...so we thought!
When Bruce went upstairs after dinner, this is what he found.


The boys had emptied out Logan's entire dresser containing clothes of various sizes and seasons.  Now, normally Evan is quick to tattle if Logan isn't doing the right thing but I guess that only applies to when Logan isn't doing what Evan wants him to do.  Instead, this time, big brother joined right in!  After what was already a bit of a difficult day, what else could I do but take pictures and laugh...Good thing I love these boys so much!

Standing in his crib, admiring his work

Guilty, guilty!  My favorite parts of the video are Evan from the background "I helped" and Logan's response to what do you say to mommy..."Thank you, Mommy".  Little turkeys!

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Mall Fun

I often run my errands with Logan while Evan is at school because it is easier with just one than it is with two, even when they are well behaved.  But I have been noticing that Evan often sounds disappointed when Logan tells him where we went or what we did while Evan was at school.  Today I decided to stop in at the Auburn Mall after picking Evan up.  It was a cold day, too cold to play outside so I figured it would be a good way to break up the afternoon.  The boys had fun exploring all of the ride-on toys at the mall and choose to ride the horse and rocket ship over the Santa's village train.  That's ok because Santa was on a break anyway.  They each choose one thing from the toy/candy machine and one ride in addition to the carousel.  It was a fun little afternoon with these sweet boys.