Dreaming What Ifs...

Pictures by Buttercup - somewhere in the netherssphere

After we downloaded Jammin's pictures, we decided we needed to do the same with Buttercup's camera....

I told Dave, "Buttercup's camera needs to be downloaded."

Dave sat down at the computer with her camera.  He called everyone in and we sat and looked at some of her pictures....there were some great ones from last spring; baby chickens, Caboose with his binky, and other such events.

We laughed and smirked.

Dave left the computer and sat on the couch to watch tv.

Buttercup wanted to take more pictures.  I removed her memory card from the computer dock and handed it back. (here is where I failed - I ASSUMED Dave had downloaded the pictures....no, he had only "opened file")

Jammin' took Buttercup's camera and showed her the "delete all" button....assuming, as well as I, that all pictures were safely downloaded onto the computer.

Buttercup pushed the "Delete All".

I sat down at the computer today to write up a great blogpost on Buttercup's pictures.

They were no where to be found.

"Dave...."  I hollered from the office.  "Where are Buttercup's pictures you downloaded yesterday?"

"I never dowloaded her pictures."  he yelled back. "I just opened the file and looked at them."

WHAT?!?!?

Tears, accusations, argument, assumptions.

It doesn't matter.  They are gone.  wiped.  deleted.

Next time, questions will be asked.  Assumptions will be not made.  Facts will be checked.

spy shots - by Jammin'

Our town has the Largest Veteran's Day Parade this side of the Mississippi.

This year it was cold but clear and so we encouraged Jammin' to take his camera with him.  He was riding a World War II supply truck with his Cub Scout group, so he'd be in a good position to take pictures. 

We finally downloaded the pictures last week and laughed at what he found interesting.....

A shoe....someone is missing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AHA!  Ronald is found - Jammin' was at a safe distance to get this picture.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grafitti?  That wasn't part of the parade...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Americanism....I suppose that was what the parade was truly about.

 

Life with a Toddler - it's all Turkey.

"Caboose, what would you like for lunch today?"  I ask.

"A tewkey sanwich". 

"Let me grab some bread from the freezer for you."  I step into the garage and grab a new loaf of bread.  I hear screaming from the other side of the door.

"I not want bwead."

"You want a turkey sandwich, right?"  I ask.

"Yes, I want a tewkey sanwich."

"I'm making you a turkey sandwich!"  I say as I open the bread and grab a couple slices.

"I NOT WANT BWEAD."  he screams.

"Do you want turkey on a bagel, instead?"  I ask.

"I WANT A TEWKEY SANWICH."

At this point I quickly make him his sandwich, using the original bread.

"I NOT WANT BWEAD."  He cries again in dismay.

"You just want some turkey to eat?"  I ask him, removing the meat from the bread.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO."  He swings his arms around.  "I W.A.N.T. A  T.E.W.K.E.Y. S.A.N.W.I.C.H."

I slam his plate down on the table, meat back on the bread.  "There is your turkey sandwich."

He climbs up on the chair and smiles.  "Oooh!  My tewkey sanwich!".

 

And my husband wonders why I'm the cranky one in the evening.

 

 

Surgery

I'm scheduled to go under the knife Friday, January 28th.  The surgeon will remove 1/2 of my thyroid plus the isthmus.  The mass will be sent off for analysis.  It is the nature of the tumor that a quick on-site biopsy is unreliable.  The entire mass has to be examined.  I'm staying positive that this tumor is benign.  Most Heurthle cell tumors are in that category. 

But of course, my surgery comes at a busy time.  Buttercup has a spelling bee the day before...and Jammin's Pinewood Derby is the day after.  Obviously, I won't get to see the race.  But, I'll be there in spirit - rooting the car on!

 

Hurthle Cell Tumor

Hurthle Cell Adenoma.  It is a mighty big word and awfully scary sounding. 

It all started with my annual exam.  The doctor discovered an enlarged thyroid on one side.  First there were blood tests, then an ultrasound, and finally a biopsy.  The call came in this morning....Hurthle Cell Tumor.

Fortunately, no maglignant cells were found in the biopsy - however, nothing can be completely determined until the tumor is removed and diagnosed. 

So for now I'm scheduling appointments with the surgeons and I will wait for more information.