Category: The Samantha Years
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Life is a Highway…
I used to think you would drive along, stop off somewhere…have some coffee…talk to the locals…move on…and that was it…onto the next exit. That was your life; moving forward… Life is a highway…I wanna ride it all night long Go Rascal Flats…seriously cheeeeeeesssssssyyyyyy….but it’s my new mantra. Why Heather WHY? I’ll tell ya why….last year…
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Epilepsy…the sobering facts.
We are so PROUD to be walking in Denver’s Strides for Epilepsy on Sunday. Our team is the Sammer Hammer…..Pounding out a Cure for Epilepsy…and so far our lovely team members have raised $800.00 in Samantha’s name. WWWWhhhooooppppeeeee!!!! Why is this important? Newsweek just published an article on Epilepsy with sobering, scary information about this…
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Home! With a weekend stop….
We were discharged on Friday! And without a PIC line! While waiting for the PIC, Infectious Disease played around with other antibiotics and found a med that Samantha could take orally. We could go home. We could go home without a PIC line. What could be better? Perhaps a weekend in Vail. Yep. We packed…
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The Good, the Bad and the Ridiculous
We are waiting to go home. We have been waiting since Wednesday. On Wednesday we found out that Samantha’s infection is sensitive to an I.V. anitbiotic. I.V. antibiotics are not our choice but we can go home on them with a PIC line. “So let’s do a PIC.” I say on Wednesday. “We can schedule…
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And…..we’re back…again
I’ll tell ya. We need a fast-pass admittance into Children’s or something. A little green card that let’s us bypass all the piffle. Piffle is my new word for the day; it basically means crap. If I have to tell another admittance nurse Samantha’s history, that we don’t smoke, we don’t have pets and yes,…
Samsmom: Life, Joy, Loss and Loving your Mitochondria 