I was never meant to be a nurse

and I'll tell you why...

My husband recently went under the knife. Last Friday, his urologist confirmed that the suspicious lump on a certain body part was indeed a tumor, and that it needed to be removed asap. On Tuesday this week he had a right radical inguinal orchiectomy. I could just say that they took out his right testicle, but I really like big words. Plus if you say it ten times fast--well, you can't say it ten times fast.

Surgery went well and while he was in recovery I was trying to help him stand, which he did just fine. He swayed a little back and forth, but he didn't fall. No, it was me who almost fell. Granted, I am pregnant and we were in a small room perfumed with way too much air freshener and he was swaying. So I could never be a nurse. Back in 2001 when he had shoulder surgery I had to call his mother to help clean his wound because the sight of blood sent me heaving. I don't think he will appreciate me having to call his mother this time.

He is doing well post-surgery and so are we. The doctor says it is a 99.9% chance that the tumor is cancerous. Next week, after more procedures and testing, we will have a better idea of what we are dealing with. Instead of hoping on that 0.1% chance that it is non-cancerous, we are hoping that we caught it early and that any post-operative chemo will be minimal. We are optimistic and very grateful to friends and family.

On the more positive side of things, we think we are having a girl--if the ultrasound technician is right. We weren't too surprised. The girls were a little. "But, mom. We have too many girls." At least we won't have to buy anything new. Plus if we have a boy that is anything like his father, he would need a nurse for a mother with all the potential bruising and cuts and scrapes. And apparently I'm not the nursing type.

Where in the world...

is Carmen Sandiego. Or Janae Allbee?

On Facebook. But I have found that there are so many holes in what I want to share, how I want to share it. So my fickle self has returned to the blog. (Let's see how long it lasts).

Summer is upon us. We are busy. Addie turned 1. She is now officially walking more than crawling (I think). Nicole is Nicole. What can I say? She's charming and cute and fun and getting smarter and more demanding and driving me crazy. Haley finished her first year of school and in addition to her achievement awards won an award for only pulling her card (misbehaving) once the entire year. And the one time she pulled her card was for not putting her name on her paper (lame). Jeff finally finished his MBA. Yay! Perhaps now we will have a more normal life. Nah. What's normal anyway?

And I have been managing the masses--keeping everyone sane--myself included. Whether through a book or bike or my new found hobby, gardening. Our garden is growing and producing and I have never felt so grounded in my life. We have squash, tomatoes, cucumbers, watermelon, strawberries, bell peppers, and hopefully some corn. So if you ever feel a little too nebulous and disconnected, I highly recommend planting a garden. Here is one of the fru-its of our labors:

I've been tagged

Holley, got me out of my non-blogging slump.

The Rules:

1.go to the document/ my pictures site on your computer

2. go to your sixth file

3. go to your sixth picture

4. blog about it

5. tag 6 people

It's a pretty good one. Hawaiian Temple in Laie. We visited in June 2007 with our entire family. It was a gorgeous day to see a beautiful temple.

And I have to post the picture before it, too. It is of Haley standing next to her name that she wrote on the cement with an altoid her grandma gave her while we were waiting to go to the airport. Can you see the H?

Nancy, Jayne, Alli, Melinda, Stacy, and Melanie--let's see what you have...