Clear Scans!

Ready or not, John’s scans were here again before we knew it. How can 12 weeks possibly fly by so quickly? Scan week kind of snuck up on me, but when the week prior to scans my face started to tingle…I knew I was stressing out…WAY out!

The tingle in the face? Weird I know. I don’t get it too often only when I am really, really stressed. It all began way back during the school year of 92-93 (My Alief friends may remember this.). The short story is there was a father of one of my first grade students that didn’t like me very much. His son told me his dad said I was a “Lowdown, beer drinking, Norwegian ” or something along those lines. While my friends and I did have a few good laughs over that comment, the dislike for me grew to be rather intense. On the last day of school before Thanksgiving break that year, I was sent home because I believe he had called the school letting them know he was coming up. My principal came and pulled me right out of my class and had me leave immediately. All rather nerve-wracking for a 2nd year teacher. The tingle in the face led to hives, which led to steroids, and that led to me hitting the Stop and Go for a personal pan pizza on the way home to my mauve and light blue decorated apartment …on too many evenings. Not good

Since then whenever I am stressing a lot…tingle face. Thankfully it doesn’t happen too often.

There have been a lot of changes this year for me and everyone at school. I think I thought I was too busy with school to worry about scans this time, but the tingle face was reminding me.

Last Thursday, Jon, John and I headed to Children’s in Minneapolis. First was the hearing test and there was no cheating this time! John’s hearing hasn’t changed since last time. Next, he had the MIGB scan. Our routine for this is that Dad doesn’t come in with us, but I keep him posted with text messages. John picked out Despicable ME 2 to watch and the scan starts. It lasts about 36 minutes. I can see the scan on the screen and I was sending John reports as it moved down John’s body. I was later informed that was too much information. He just wants the 1 “Looks good” text in the future.

When that was over I thought we were moving on to CT, but I was informed that there was new protocol and there would be another 30 minute scan. This was a MIBG Spect scan that would give a 360 view of John’s torso area. I wasn’t to worry. They hadn’t seen anything. This is what they would be doing for scans for now on. Part of me wanted to say, “Hey…I’m fine skipping it. We haven’t done it before…let’s not start.”, but of course I just finished watching the movie with John. He was a trooper as always.

Next on to CT. Up on the table John climbed without reservation. This is a short scan. A few pictures with holding his breath, then they give him the contrast, one more picture and then he is usually done. There was a little drama with the contrast this time. It usually gives John a warm sensation throughout his body that he doesn’t like, but this time he could taste it as well and he briefly thought he was going to puke. As I was comforting him, the lab tech opened the door from the room she was in (the one with the class window I can see into) and said to the other tech that was with us, “I need you to come here and look at this picture.” Immediate panic set in. Through the window I could see the two of them looking at the computer screen. John was still on the table, thankfully distracted by all the new Finding Nemo stickers on the walls and ceiling. The tech people left the windowed room and went out another door. My mind raced….”This is it. They see something…”. Thoughts of the 3 children that had just recently been taken by neuroblastoma filled my head. The lead apron I was wearing was becoming unbearably heavy. The longer we waited the heavier it seemed to be. I could no longer stand completely straight up and soon I found myself leaning on the CT table where John was still laying. I’m talking bent over resting on my elbows leaning. John found this great because he could play the “I Spy with my little eye” game even better with me so close. Finally they came back in and sent us on our way with me convinced we were about to enter hell of cancer once again.

Thankfully my darling son had no idea he was in the company of a complete basket case. I had sent a text to Jon about what had went on and what I thought. (Poor guy! Note to self: Don’t do that again!). I couldn’t even make eye contact with him without being teary eyed. He kept mouthing to me, “It’s fine” as John ate 2 hot dogs and a bag of pretzels. This day was just a normal day at the hospital for him. 2 hours…That’s how long we had to wait for results at John’s scheduled appointment with Dr. Walrus. When given the good news a wave of relief along with exhaustion…hit me.

Of all the scan days since being off treatment this had been the most difficult one for me. I had no reason as far as symptoms to worry about John. He’s doing AWESOME! I think it’s all the sadness that has been happening in the world of neuroblastoma. Those 3 children being taken from their families just days within each other. How sneaky and evil this stupid cancer is. The worry…forever the worry.

A few days ago Michael mentioned to us that he received a pass in one of his classes to go see his counselor. He told me thought it had to do with John and it made him very nervous. She just wanted to talk to him about college plans. Of course this made me very sad for him. The worry. Michael worries about John. He is always the first person we call after John’s scans.

While I was extra stressed this time around, I am also very aware that we are so very blessed to have John here to worry about. John’s story is an awesome story. Story of hope for other families facing stage IV Neuroblastoma. His mom just needs to chill a little….maybe a lot!

.John 2nd grade

The next set of scans for John will be on December 31st. We learned if everything goes as planned,he will be done with DFMO on September 10, 2015…6 days before his 9th birthday. At that time scans would move to every 6 months.

Thanks for listening to my rambling this evening.

Love, Hope, and Blessings,


PS – The tingle in the face is gone. :)

2 Years Ago Today!

September 25th is a very special day to our family. 2 years ago on this very day John received tons and tons of healthy stem cells to jump start his system once again. While it was probably one of the scariest times for our family throughout his treatments, as we knew the risks John faced …and before he got better, he became very, very ill….the stem cell transplant meant hope. Hope for a future without cancer, without neuroblastoma. 

On September 25, 2012 our family, along with all the grandparents,  gathered around John’s bedside as the hospital Chaplin gave a blessing. In true John style…he plugged his ears for the entire process. When it was the actual time for the stem cell transplant (a quick procedure that takes about 10 minutes) the grandparents were all set to watch on Skype from the patient lounge while the five of us were in the room. Almost instantly John began to throw up and the Skype was over. Balloons and gifts were given as this was a truly special day…a second birthday. John could have cared less about all the fanfare, the intense chemo prior to the transplant had wreaked havoc on his 6 year old body.

John entered the hospital on September 18th and came home on October 16th. He is one tough kid!

Here are a few pictures from his stem cell transplant days:

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We have been talking to John about this special day and he has had a “Whatever” attitude about the whole thing. While with me this afternoon/evening he was taking full advantage of the day. After hockey, “Will you get me a milk shake? It is MY day you know.” When asked what he would like for dinner and looking forward to eating out myself…the response, “I want Mac and Cheese. It’s my day.It’s like a birthday.” Mac and Cheese it was. He did his best to tease his dad that no one else was around on his special day(It was one of those evenings.). There will now be a proper celebration with the “Celebrate Plate” and all this weekend.

While we are ever so thankful for the blessings of John’s health, we hurt for other families. Last night I learned of 2 more children being taken by neuroblastoma. One was Princess Emma and the other a little boy who’s story I have followed for the last year. I was rattled. I was a mess.

I was a mess because my heart hurts so badly for those families. I can not fathom the pain and heartbreak they must be feeling. I pray for peace and comfort for them.

I was a mess because news of children passing from neuroblastoma scares the crap out of me and fills me with fear.

John’s battle and the news of Emma and other children passing from childhood cancer makes me question ..How am I going to live me life to make a difference? How can I help?  Where can I make an impact?

My life is definitely a work in progress. What do I know for sure? I know life can change in an instant. I know life is too short to sweat the small stuff (Seriously!). I know that we should love and live with hearts bursting with gratitude and grace. Do I do all of these things 100% of the time? No, but I can quickly remind myself what is really important and try to snap out of it.

Love, Hope and Blessings,


Special prayers for our friend Kathy.

Childhood Cancer Awareness Month

September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month and the Gegens have been doing a little to help raise awareness.

Because of Ezra : From their website:

Children just like Ezra are diagnosed with neuroblastoma and other solid-mass pediatric cancers every day. We seek to fill some of the large gaps in pediatric cancer research funding and focus on these solid-mass cancers. Our goal is to raise money to support relevant research and clinical trials with physicians and researchers who can help make a difference in survival today.


We are committed to knowing the neuroblastoma research landscape and specifically funding patient-affecting trials and research. Over 90% of our proceeds go directly to research – and we have no paid staff. You can watch stories of children being treated on the actual trials we’re helping to fund at


John is one such child benefiting from  Because of Ezra’s dedication to finding a cure for Neuroblastoma. In late August we sat down and shared John’s story.

(Just a side note: When I speak in the video of our experience with DFMO, Choosing DFMO or not doing DFMO…I am speaking of what Jon and I felt was best for John…for our family and we respect whatever decisions other families make.)


Also in August we were asked to meet with a representative from Children’s Hospital and share John’s story of giving. Just click on the link to read the story on Children’s blog.


Last Saturday we went to the 35W bridge in Minneapolis that was lit Gold in honor of Childhood Cancer Awareness Month!



FundraiserA friend of mine came up with this amazing idea for a fundraiser to spread awareness of childhood cancer and to spread a little sunshine on the kiddos that are fighting it. Please consider donating money for a bag or even go in with a group of friends on a bag. (If you got enough people to go in on a bag it would only be a few dollars apiece.) John is hoping he has many bags to pass out at his old stomping grounds!

If you or a group wish to purchase a bag, you can contact Caitlin at the number on the flyer or you can mail $ to me at :

Shelly Gegen

1402 Jefferson Street

Hastings, MN 55033


This goofy kid….turns 8 tomorrow(16th)! September 25th will be the 2 year anniversary of his stem cell transplant! He’s come such a long way. John is a daily reminder of how fortunate our family is and what really is important in life. Tonight I tucked him into bed and shared his birth story (the good parts). I practiced my rendition of the birthday song I was threatening to barge into his classroom and sing. After Jeffrey’s look of disgust, I’ve since promised to steer clear of Mrs. Rickert’s room. Gotta love my boys!




While life seems the closest to normal for us as it’s been in a long time, there are many children and families hurting. 2 families this past week were told there is nothing more that can be done for their children who have been fighting relapsed Neuroblastoma.  I can not even begin to imagine the heartbreak. Much love and tons or prayers for them.


Love, Hope and Blessings,



Summer FUN!

Wow! It has been a month since I last wrote a journal entry! What have we been up to? Taking care of business and squeezing out as much fun as possible this summer. I’m loving every minute of it!!

The business end of the deal: This has included getting caught up on doctor appointments for me, eye exams all around and getting to the bottom of Jeffrey’s “asthma” issues.

Me: I hadn’t seen my doctor for my physical exam since before John’s diagnosis. While I made sure to get in for my mammogram, I skipped the whole office visit part. There I sat on the exam table draped in a gown that tied in the back…or was it in the front, still reeling from the HORRIBLE numbers I had just seen on the scale in the hall. I waited and waited and waited. I waited long enough I was certain there was a problem with my mammogram. There wasn’t. It was just busy. So what do I do once the doctor comes in and asks me how I am (This was a few days before John’s scans in July.)? I cry. Not a boo-hoo type of cry, but tears streaming down my face and they won’t stop cry. The nicer she was the more they came and I was frustrated that they wouldn’t stop. I’m sure it was the stress of the week with John’s scans, but I also know it was because of her “pep talk” that I need to take care of myself too.

Me again:Rheumatologist visit – Uneventful, blood work is all good, joints are feeling great right now….no tears

Michael, Jeffrey and Me: Eye exams – All doing well….Cheaters for me will be beneficial. I just haven’t found a pair that John doesn’t have a fit about or tell me how horrible they are. No tears

Jeffrey: The summer started with Jeffrey heading to see his respiratory doctor that he loves. They always talk hockey and with each visit he tells Jeffrey that he is going to be over 6 feet tall. (He likes the sound of that.) Jeffrey has been frustrated with his breathing while playing hockey, lacrosse and even participating in activities in gym. The short story is that after a treadmill test it was obvious that Jeffrey does not have exercise induced asthma. After seeing other doctors we learned he has a vocal chord dysfunction that mimics the symptoms of asthma. He has seen a speech pathologist and has breathing exercises he is working on to improve these symptoms during exercise. Jeffrey will visit the speech pathologist a few more times. No tears… :)


This summer has included a lot of talk with Michael about college. I can’t believe he is a senior! We went to visit Iowa State University in July and he has also visited the University of Minnesota. I know he has plans to check Madison out one more time too. He is working at Dairy Queen and we do our best to bug him just a little when we stop by.

We have been able to spend time on the river and up at my parent’s cabin in Spooner. We have done a lot of fishing and the boys have done a ton of tubing. Jeffrey has seemed to take up a huge interest in golfing, but the one time I went with him I was ducking from flying clubs. Now John….he may be his dad’s only hope of a true golf companion. He’s calm, has a nice swing and hangs in there for nine rounds.

John and I have bounced back and forth between our friends’ pools. We are totally spoiled and love every minute of it! John has also spent the summer out and about with his friends in the neighborhood. I think he’s making up for lost time.

Friends! I have had several opportunities, celebrate, relax and have fun with some of my friends. I am one very lucky lady.

I am lucky. I am blessed….truly, truly blessed and there is not a single day that goes by that I don’t remind myself of this. When John had worked up enough courage to climb on the tube behind the boat and he was grinning ear to ear, jamming both his thumbs in the air because he wanted to go faster and faster and faster….I was amazed. Amazed at that little boy that has gone through so much….there he was….bursting with energy, healthy and happy. I know our journey could be terribly different.

While John is doing so well, my heart hurts for the children and families that are fighting Neuroblastoma, some for many years. They are still fighting….their parents praying for a treatment that the cancer will respond to and their children to live. I pray every night for those families and for the beast to stay away from John.

John had his monthly appointment last week at Children’s. While we were waiting he grabbed the DFMO binder from my bag. He turned to the page that has the list of food he is to avoid and he spent some time reading and responding to each item. Then he flipped some pages and he said, “Survival?! Am I going to die?”. He had landed on DFMO schedule page and it listed the 27 cycles of the DFMO and then the 3 month survival scans, 6 months survival scans….That is where he saw “survival”. I took the binder from him and his response was, “I know…It’s like those survival shows. Like “Naked and Afraid”. Then he laughed and that seemed like the end of it as he moved on to a totally different topic.

It’s moments like this that I am reminded that there is a lot more going on behind those brown eyes. Earlier that day we had met with Brady from Children’s to share John’s journey. On the way up to the clinic that morning, in preparation for that meeting,  John and I talked about his diagnosis, treatment….all that “stuff” we haven’t really discussed in a long time. I am thinking that it was our conversations prior to his reading the DFMO binder that fueled his comment. Tomorrow the 2 of us are doing a little something to help bring awareness to the DFMO clinical trial. More on that later, but I should probably be better prepared for questions.

The summer is winding down. I have been up to school a little beginning the preparations of a new school year and going through the boxes where I shoved things for the past 2 school years. (By the looks of my classroom this afternoon….I shoved a lot!)Next week is the official start to my new year with teacher workshop and before we know it….the boys will be back to school. It is time!

Have a great rest of your summer! Keep on keeping on!

Love, Hope and Blessings,


Special prayers tonight for Ila and Mae, Emma, Ethan, and Preston.


Good morning!   We didn’t get the final report on the CT scan until this morning and both scans are clear!! Yay!!

Yesterday I decided to look at the screen for the MIBG bone scan and afterwards I was able to text Jon that to my untrained eyes, it looked clear. (Jon is always with us, but never in the room while John is being scanned. This is the system we’ve worked out.). I left that scan feeling confident.


CT was our next stop and that went quickly (I can’t see anything during this scan.) and we headed off to meet up with Jon for a snack because my kid was STARVING (His word.). On the way there he informed me that he cheated on his hearing test that had taken place the day before. The results showed improved hearing in low frequencies and the same level of hearing loss at high frequencies. When I inquired how he “cheated” he shared that if he couldn’t tell for sure if he heard a beep the audiologist seemed to look at him at that point and he would just raise his hand. This was a new audiologist to John and we both liked her a lot. I tried to explain to John that his results for hearing may not be accurate and he could have cared less. He will be tested again in 3 months and I will suggest they spin his chair around so he is looking at the wall and NOT the audiologist! The audiologist did tell me where his current hearing is at he qualifies for DAHH (Deaf and Hard of Hearing) services at school if we wished to have him monitored that way. This was surprising for me to hear that as his results were some better (although maybe not rightly so, but she didn’t know that) then last time. If his hearing ever becomes an issue at school or for his learning Jon and I will have no problem seeking that help, but for now we both feel they aren’t needed.

He "looks" like trouble!

He “looks” like trouble!

Did you really hear the beep?

Did you really hear the beep?


Lunch was over by the time we hit the cafeteria so John snacked on pretzels, Oreo cookies, watermelon and cantaloupe….talking the entire time!

Next stop was the clinic for results. I shared John’s cheating hearing test scandal as they discussed those results with us. The doctor and Cindy thought he was very clever. We learned right away that the MIBG scan was clear and that the CT hadn’t been read yet. I was very proud of myself when they asked me if it would be ok if they called me with the results and I calmly said yes AND I actually felt ok with that. I’m not sure where the confidence came from, but I really did feel good about everything. Usually I am talking myself out of physically getting sick while waiting for the results.

On Wednesday John visited the Star Studio at the hospital and gave Dude the money he raised at our garage sale and selling beverages. John loves seeing the Dude. :)  

Star Studio Rocks!

Star Studio Rocks!

Thank you once again for the prayers and love. Your support continues to carry our family along on this journey and we are so blessed by each and everyone of you! Thank you for giving us strength to keep on keeping on!

(12 weeks until the next set of scans)

Love, Hope and Blessings,

Shelly and the guys

CMS (Crazy Mom Syndrome)

My days are spent basking in awe of the normalcy our life seems to be rolling with lately. Lacrosse practices and games, hockey camp, Michael’s work schedule and neighborhood fun….LOTS of neighborhood fun for John! Friends ringing our doorbell and off he is playing in the neighborhood. He’s over at Brady’s playing baseball, soccer (Of course soccer…it is summer 2014 after all!) or swimming in the pool. You may also find Brady and John over at Thomas’s house playing kickball….running around being a kid. A kid without a worry…. a footloose and fancy free kid of the summer. Jon will ask me where John is and I’ll reply, “He’s playing somewhere outside…isn’t that great?!” Yes, yes it is, for the past 2 summers John has basically been in arms grasps of us at every moment. So he is loving this new freedom and we are doing our best to let him experience it.

We have been to my parent’s cabin a few times this summer and we’ve had a blast there! Fishing seems to be our new pastime (Maybe not so much for Michael. :)) and Michael and Jeffrey have enjoyed tubing and knee boarding. John has turned into quite the fisherman! His stamina for staying the course is amazing! The kid loves to fish! Fishing could be a quiet reflective experience, but with John in the boat,it’s not. He talks non-stop….for the entire time! He is usually a happy fisherman….until he starts to get out-fished…then watch out! Last summer he enjoyed swimming in the lake, but this summer he won’t even consider putting a toe in the water. He hasn’t said why, but I am pretty sure it has something to do with the northern and muskie that Jeffrey caught during our first weekend at the cabin.

We are in a good “place”. I am in a good place right now….but at the end of the school year/beginning of the summer I was struggling…REALLY struggling…more so than I have in a long time. I was drowning in doubt and worry. The doubt was over our decision to place John on the DFMO trial. Had we done the right thing? The worry? The forever nagging worry over relapse…all consuming worry. I was a basket case….worry. I was suffering from CMS, Crazy Mom Syndrome. (I saw this in a mom’s post on FB and CMS is exactly what a lot of us cancer moms deal with on a daily basis.)

I watch John….like a hawk (The poor kid!).Neuroblastoma can pop up anywhere… eyes….like a hawk. Do you know that horrible feeling you get when you see something devastating? It may be someone getting hurt, a car accident….something major. While in that moment your body is overcome with such an awful sensation…a feeling that I can’t fully explain. A feeling that can turn me into a total irrational , “Shit, that’s a sign of relapse”….crazed mom. That was me (probably still is me..). That feeling, my fears over shadowed EVERYTHING.  Here is the series of events:

1.Red swollen cheecks – 2 weeks before school is out – after being out in the sun, John looked like a chipmunk. Was this a side effect of the DFMO? First his hair and now he was going to look like a chipmunk all summer? What else was DFMO doing that I didn’t know? I sent an email off to our lovely nurse and Dr. Walrus called me back. He listened. The man has the gift of listening. He listened as I babbled all my concerns about the DFMO. At the end of our conversation Dr. Walrus told me that he would support whatever our decision was.. to continue or to stop.  We hung up and I almost immediately called him back with a few more questions.

2. Bike Rides - what a great way to get John some exercise, to stretch those legs. Hockey was the best exercise for keeping those calf muscles that have been tightened from chemo loose, but it had been months since hockey. Bike rides were a disaster! John hated them. His legs hurt (What?! Legs hurt! I got that sickening feeling…leg pain). Well…he must be tight. The kid needs to work those muscles.

3. Physical Therapy stretches – I’ll admit it…we were bad about continuing John’s stretches for his legs this spring. He was running around, being active…his legs must be fine right…no…so we hit the stretches and activities HARD we had learned at physical therapy. This was the last weekend, before the last week of school. Sunday evening John could barely walk. (There was that horrible sinking feeling once again.) Another email was sent to our nurse Cindy. She passed it on to Dr. Walrus. We worked John too hard…his muscles were sore. I was told to relax and enjoy the end of school.

4. Pink Eye – School ended on a Thursday, Friday night John has was appears to be pink eye. I take him into the clinic on Saturday with just the eye issue…no fever. We get drops. That night John breaks out in hives and has a fever (There’s that feeling..). The hives send me into a panic. I don’t even bother calling the regular clinic. I was doing my best to treat John like a regular kid, with regular childhood illnesses, but the hives threw me over the edge (because I am no longer able to think rationally…CMS). I called the oncology clinic hotline because it is after hours and who do I get? Dr. Chu! Yay! She listened, told me to relax, give John some Benadryl….normal kid stuff. The Benadryl helped, but John was still running a fever.

5. Strep – Through that first weekend of summer break John continued to run a fever and then his throat was hurting. I took him to a pediatrician and yes, he had strep (There’s that feeling again! Strep?! Strep is what John had pre diagnosis back in February/March 2012. Strep is what started all of “THIS”!)

We went on our salmon fishing trip the following weekend and while we had a great time, John wasn’t quite himself. He wasn’t interested in eating and had diarrhea  (There’s that feeling.) and was not his active self (and…there it is again).

(Now while I had been having all of those “feelings”, I continued to stuff them down…deep down. I didn’t want to upset my husband and they were just too hard to say out loud. What if those feelings were right?)

I sent yet another email to John’s nurse.

6. Scheduled Dr. Apt at Children’s - This appointment just happened to be on the last day of John’s antibiotics for his strep and he woke up that morning with a sore throat. (There’s that feeling. My mind is racing. This IS how it all started! Strep….then strep again….and then cancer.) We were scheduled to see another doctor as Dr. Walrus was in the hospital on this day, but Dr. Walrus made a special trip over to see us. He’s on to my CMS. I think all of my emails and phone calls may have sent up a red flag…”This mom is losing it!” Cindy listened, Dr. Rawaas listened and shared their expertise on DFMO and my other concerns. It was a good visit. I left feeling confident about John continuing DFMO and a little concerned about the strep test results we would be getting a call on later that day.

7. The Call – Later that day I was sitting with foils in my hair at the salon and I get the call from Cindy that yes, John has strep again. The feeling….I tell her all my concerns, babble about strep and cancer. I said, “Tell me this isn’t cancer!” Cindy in her calm voice said, “Shelly, strep isn’t cancer. John has been exposed to kids with strep. He has strep.”

8. The email – When I got home from getting my hair done I had an email from Cindy. It basically said “Call us anytime. John is doing great. What can we do so you are doing the same?”.  Once again I was reminded what a remarkable place that Children’s Hospital is. The care for all members of the family. Cindy’s email was the wake-up call I needed. John IS doing great….snap out of it Shelly. There’s that fear vs hope thing again. I really want to live my life with hope and not let my fear overshadow it.

My “Crazy Mom Syndrome” has let up some (I did get “that” feeling again when we were at the cabin and I noticed two large bumps on John’s head……just mosquito bites) and I have been enjoying all the moments of our summer. Having said that….this week just happens to be scan week (UGH).


Wednesday: Physical therapy evaluation, hearing test, and MIBG injection

Thursday:MIBG scan, CT scan, exam and scan results



Please pray for clear scans on Thursday!!

Love, Hope, and Blessings,


Spring/Beginning of Summer Update.

Where have I’ve been? Why haven’t I written? The best answer I have for you is that I have been running around like a crazed woman finishing up the school year and trying to keep up with the boys’ schedules. The next best reason is that I can not find a minute to myself to jot down even a few sentences. The computer must have some kind of magnetic pull because every time I am on it….one of the kids is right next to me. Now if I was a morning person, I’d have all kinds of time to myself because these boys are all night owls (Like their mother) and love to sleep in (Like their mother). The most honest reason for not posting sooner….I forgot my password. (So very Shelly of me.) Not only did I lose it, but I couldn’t reset it. I’ve been trying to for days…for some reason tonight as I threatened to smash the dang computer to smithereens….Wah – Lah!

So here I am.

I am going to work from the most current news backwards.

Tuesday was Jeffrey’s 14th birthday! I don’t have a picture of that day because Jeffrey hasn’t been very cooperative lately about getting his picture taken. I know that he gets frustrated because it takes a boat load of pictures to get 1 with his eyes open. Get a camera out and Jeffrey’s eyes automatically go half closed. I told Jeffrey that he reminds me of my Grandma Wilson. She NEVER liked to get her picture taken! I HAVE to post pictures on his birthday:


Michael giving some love to his new brother June 2000.


My good natured Jeffrey Jon.

Last weekend our family had the wonderful opportunity to participate in the 2013 USSA Salmon Outing in Algoma, WI. We learned of this event through Hope Kids.On Friday June 13th we hit the road for the 5 1/2 hour drive and surprisingly we all traveled well. Not one single punch was thrown between the boys! We got to our hotel and then went to meet the other families, boat captains, crew and volunteers. We ate dinner together, checked out the boats and then went back to the hotel to get to bed for our early wake up call. Well….we got back to the hotel and the Rangers were on….game went into overtime….didn’t end the way we’d hoped…and then got to bed. 3:30 in the morning came way too fast! We got to the boat on time and off we went. Jeffrey and Jon in one boat and Michael, John and me in another. It was COLD! Thankfully I had brought along our winter coats. The fish also thought it was cold because we didn’t get a lot of action, but our boat managed to reel in 3 fish. Michael and John got to reel in lake trouts and I got to bring in a king salmon. We got back to shore around 10:45, had lunch all together and then we hit the road for a day at the Dells. Man alive!…we were beat! Probably not the best travel choice or activity choice after such an early start and full morning, but that’s what we did. I think if we had to do it all over again…all 5 of us would vote to just cruise home.

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One more additional note: At Mt. Olympus I took one for the team and rode a few roller coasters with Michael. (It must be ok to do that with your mom when the chances of anyone you know seeing you is slim.) Poor Michael was born into a family that doesn’t really enjoy amusement park rides, but I’ll do them. Ugh…. I think he was trying to kill me because that was the scariest…roughest roller coaster I’ve ever been on! The next day my neck, shoulders and back were SORE and I had bruises on my left arm. I was surprised I didn’t have a black eye as Michael’s elbow had slammed into it!


Last Days of School Photos

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Lemon Walk/Run

It was a very special day when we could all be together to support a cause so near to our hearts!

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As you can see, our lives have been full of action…..of gifts. Not a single day goes by that I am not reminded of the blessings in my life and how fortunate our family truly is. 

I hope you all have a fabulous weekend.

Keep on Keeping on!

Love, Hope and Blessings,