Friday, October 9, 2015


Since I had my surgery in March for endometriosis, I have tried to have a policy of being more open with medical issues. A lot of times women don't mention or discuss gynecological problems in particular, and though I do appreciate discretion and modesty and am not advocating shouting out all of our problems on social media, I do feel like we sometimes keep our worries, issues, and heartaches too close.

Some of these conditions, when shared appropriately, could help others-- whether that means comforting others who also have gone or are going through the problem or helping them diagnosis similar issues. I feel like I could have found out about endometriosis sooner if others had been more open with their own experiences with it and recommended to me that I check out that possibility.

That being said, I took a pregnancy test near the end of September and saw that second faint line. We originally hadn't planned to get pregnant right now but ended up changing our mind and tried (not very hard) to do so. And it looked like it worked! However, I had some uneasiness and anxiety, as well as some feeling some "heaviness" off and on.

Well, on the afternoon of October 3, I started spotting. The spotting continued on Sunday and the bleeding started in earnest that night. Saturday night/Sunday/ and the next few days were extremely hard emotionally and physically. I had not been through a miscarriage before, and I never fully understood the emotional strain and pain that you feel when you have one. For me, in addition to the sorrow, confusion, and sadness, it felt like a lack. Though I was only about 6 weeks pregnant, I still felt some sort of relationship with that tiny "child"/fetus/embryo. I had plans in my head. I was thinking of the nursery in our new house and how we would all fit in our current house. It was like the possibility and potential of all of that—of a whole person—died, disappeared, and was taken without my having any say in it. That loss and emptiness struck me in waves, bringing me to prayer and tears over and over again.

I was grateful for General Conference occurring as I was dealing with this experience. I especially valued the reminder from Elder Bednar of dear Elder Wirthlin's talk, "Come What May, and Love It." How could I accept this miscarriage and love it? Maybe "loving it" isn't exactly what Elder Wirthlin had in mind for tragic situations. Maybe he meant that we need to see the positive, or at least accept the trials in our lives and try to make the best of them. I can use my experience to relate to others, to allow others to help me, and to rely more closely on the Lord.

I think it was on Monday that I did my "regular" scripture study and happened to be reading 3 Nephi 22. Reading the first verse, I thought it was a cruel joke the universe was playing on me, as it says "break forth into singing, and cry aloud, thou that didst not travail with child." But I kept reading and found the comfort I needed:

verse 6-7: "For the Lord hath called thee as a woman forsaken and grieved in spirit, and a wife of youth, when thou wast refused, saith thy God. For a small moment have I forsaken thee, but with great mercies will I gather thee."

I kept reading and also especially loved verse 16: "Behold, I have created the smith that bloweth the coals in the fire, and that bringeth forth an instrument for his work...", which I took to mean that the Lord molds us through trials and adversity in order to make us tools in His hands. Without the hard things that we go through, we wouldn't be able to properly do His work. We need those trials to strengthen and shape us.

I drove yesterday to Tacoma to go to the OBGYN, and the beauty I saw driving there and back home felt like another blessing. I felt almost sad for those who don't get to live where we do and experience the peace and beauty of the water, the trees, the fog, and finally the sunlight that eventually broke through. Because it does. The light may not come immediately, but it does.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Surgery Recap

It's almost been a week since my laparoscopic surgery. Rather than being overly anxious or nervous about the surgery and recovery, I was more nervous that the doctor wouldn't find any endometriosis. I was worried about the embarrassment of having him tell me that nothing was obviously wrong. I didn't want to have wasted the time, money, and effort for nothing.

My mom came into town on Wednesday to help out with the kids. I had a doctor's appointment that afternoon and then got pain and nausea prescriptions filled before coming home and beginning the bowel cleanse. That in itself was anti-climatic until I took the suppository at night... phew. Anyway.

We went to the hospital the next morning and the pre-op nurses got me ready for surgery. I got to wear sweet socks and a gown that had holes where they inserted what appeared to be a hose that had warm air pumping through it. They gave me a bunch of pills, an IV, and otherwise got me ready for surgery.

Eventually I said goodbye to Jamund and was wheeled into the operating room. I slid from my bed on to the bed/table in the OR, Doctor Cook arrived, and I remember the anesthesiologist putting the gas mask on my face... and then I woke up in the recovery room. After hanging out there for awhile, they moved me up to the hospital room.

Luckily I had a catheter in because getting out of bed that day would have been quite a task between the IV, the morphine drip, the nose/mouth thing that helped me breath and also made sure that I was breathing enough (needed thanks to the morphine), the leg wraps that squeezed my calves to help prevent blood clots, and the eventual wrap around one of my fingers that checked my pulse. I was basically a prisoner in my bed, haha. I slept on and off, and I had a pleasant visit with my friend Katie (who brought me lovely flowers!) and a nighttime visit from Jamund. Poor Jamund, though! I was basically falling asleep and loopy the whole time he was there. He read to me and attempted to play a card game with me, bless him.


Jamund took me home on Friday afternoon and I was in pretty bad pain. Now it comes and goes. For some reason, I anticipated being tired and needing to rest but didn't expect super intense, stabbing pain from the incisions. Thank goodness for pain meds.

I had an appointment with Doctor Cook on Monday, and he went through the pathology report and some photos from the surgery with us. Basically...

1. I had endometriosis! Phew. He cleaned it out and estimated that it was Stage 2 endo.

2. I had a cyst by my right ovary. I asked him how big and he made about/maybe the shape of an egg (?!) with his hand. Good grief! I guess it was just a follicular cyst, though, and I think that he drained it and took a sample for pathology.

3. There were lots of varicose veins in my pelvic region. Apparently he hadn't seen veins as large as mine in the pelvic area in years. He tried to do what he could for them, but I think he was kind of surprised by them. (Although he did say during my ultrasound in February that I had some in my uterus too, I think). Looking it up online, this condition is called "pelvic congestion syndrome" and it basically has similar symptoms to endometriosis. Brutal.

For now I am still in recovery mode and dealing with the pain and tiredness of the surgery, so I guess I won't really know how well the surgery helped out with my pain until I am recovered! I am hopeful, though, and really pleased to finally have a diagnosis!

Friday, February 27, 2015

body talk

Yes it's been awhile, let's not dwell on it... ;)

Mostly, I have been dealing with the kids, my church calling, and mainly my body.

I definitely don't "have" to write about this, but I feel like medical issues are so closely guarded by people that it can almost do more harm than good in many instances. I wish I knew more about my ancestors' and extended family's medical problems because I feel like knowing that information would help and would have helped me so much in dealing with my own problems.

Long story short: I have had issues with the "middle section" of my body for a long time. I thought I was lactose intolerant in high school or maybe had nerves that upset my stomach. I've had bad periods, was diagnosed with IBS, thought that maybe I had anxiety related digestion issues, considered various intolerances/malabsorption problems, have been on herbal supplements for a parasite and digestive problems, done stool testing, had an ultrasound to check for gallstones, a CT scan to check my kidneys (did have some small kidney issues), and have been on birth control to help my periods, etc. 

For the last little while though (like over a year), I have felt like it's gotten a lot worse: sharp pains, nausea, dull pains, flu like symptoms, almost debilitating pain in my abdomen at times, and so forth. I may or may not have become more like a hermit than a real person to deal with it and avoid other people "just in case I'm actually sick." I have an (un)healthy relationship with hand sanitizer. I don't like going shopping because I don't want to touch things. Taking the kids out is hard for me. It's become a problem that seriously affects pretty much my entire life and has ended up costing us a lot of money (see: ultrasound, CT scan, nutritionist, stool tests, herbal supplements, organic food costs, hand sanitizer haha).

But still, despite the treatments I try or foods I eat or don't eat, the pain and nausea have not really subsided. I have been super frustrated about it and finally decided to start writing my symptoms down on a calendar, along with when my period is, etc. I eventually started researching endometriosis

My symptoms seemed to be in line with endo, and my family history did as well. I researched local doctors and found Dr. Cook. He wrote a book about endometriosis (which I read), and I eventually got up the courage to make an appointment. I mean, his office is so close and in my hometown. It seemed fortuitous, right?

At my appointment, he recommended surgery (since I had done so much leg work already with diet/elimination attempts, stool tests, birth control pills, etc.). The thing is, endometriosis can't be 100% diagnosed without surgery, so it's a bit of a risk. He could go in and I could be clean, no endo, and I would be back to square one (besides knowing another thing I don't have). Or he could go in and find endometriosis, clean it out, and hopefully I would feel great afterwards (for hopefully a long time but who knows-- it can come back). 

After much thought, I decided to have the surgery on March 19. I am nervous but hopeful at the same time. I hope that I get answers and would actually love to have a proper diagnosis. Even if I have enodmetriosis, it is better in my mind to know what I have than to always be wondering "if I'm actually sick." (which in my mind meant the flu but I guess having endometriosis is actually being sick too, right?)

I will update after the surgery with the results, but for now: if you are a woman and have abdominal issues that seem to be a mystery or are causing you to have problems living your life, research endometriosis. You never know!

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

What a Crazy Summer

Hanging out at the Rose Garden

Jamund here. I've been wanting to write for a while about this crazy summer. It's just not been normal by any stretch. I guess it all started in June. We went to the Cabin for Eleanor's birthday. She was turning 2 and we put her in one of those pack and play things and for the first time ever she just climbed out. Every time. She had no intention of sleeping at all. Ellie has now fully entered toddler land. She's running around, talking and generally being awesome.

Hanging out in the park 

Next up Simon. Simon turned 4 this year. He got a dragon kite. It is the best basically best gift. Simon loves flying kites (Eleanor is scared to death of the kite!) Him and I have gotten to spend some good time together going to see the new Planes movie, going downtown to the art museum and playing in the splash pad and just basically being awesome together.

Dragon Kite Flys High
Enjoying the Water Features at Plaza De Cesar Chavez 

Simon has also spent a few weeks in soccer camps. He can now kick the ball, stop the ball and generally outplay his pop on most days :)

Kids Love Soccer

A few other places we've enjoyed hanging out this summer is Gilroy Gardens and the San Jose Children's Museum. A few saturdays I took the kids to the children's museum on the bike and we had a great time. Eleanor calls it "neum" and will always give that answer when we ask her about her favorite part of the day. Gilroy Gardens also opened up a new splash pad this year that really brought a lot of joy into the kids lives and even my employer had a special company day there where I brought the kids. They had a lot of fun. I read a book on my iPhone :)

Kari was on an awesome diet this year and we ate a lot of organic vegetables and meat. She got really good and cooking steaks and I cooked a lot of Salmon on the grill. Yum! We mostly hung out, watched movies, some of our favorite films from the last few months include North by Northwest, Divergent, Fault in Our Stars.

So that's about it for us. We're doing pretty well. Having ups and downs and looking forward to the future!

Rose Garden Sunburst

Shadows over the Rose Garden

Saturday, June 28, 2014

More Simon texts

It's time for another round of things Simon says that I then text to Jamund....

"Mama is my heart beating? I don't want to do anything. I'm a sponge."

"If you could have anything in the world for dinner, what would you have?"
(Cranky face): "Tuna melt."

"Your pee sounds really familiar," says Simon as I go to the bathroom.

"My sunglasses are white like glisering snow!"

"I was thinking about muesli in the middle of the night."
"Why were you thinking about muesli in the middle of the night?"
"Because I was just thinkin' about it."

"Do you want a smorgasbord for lunch?"
"Yeah! What is it?.... Does it have chocolate?"

"What are some things that make you emotional and excited?"

"I love this chicken I do I do. "
"It's actually salmon."
"I love this salmon I do I do."

"I love you mom. I love you just because you are beautiful and pretty. And when I grow up to be like dad I can use markers." (or something like that)

"Those are pretty flowers!"
"Do you know who got them for me?"
"Why did Daddy get them for me?"
"Because he loves you and you wanted pretty flowers."

Simon loves to sing the Real Salt Lake (soccer) chant and one day it turned into a special rendition of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star": "Zoom across the world so high... Zoom zoom!"

"I'm staying in my bed for 100 weeks. I'm not going with you on a walk."

I asked Simon what he wanted for dinner:
"Oh. Cookie Pie."

Silly man.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Tips from my life

Some things that are helping me currently:

1. Drinking water: carrying a water bottle with me (even around the house) is great. Drink drink drink!

2. Exhale: Core Fusion Collection. This DVD set is kicking my bum. And thighs. And arms. And abs. If you were to just watch it and not do the exercises, you would likely think, "Hey, that can't be hard. They are hardly doing anything." And you would be wrong. It is such good toning work.

3. Mind games. Okay, so maybe not mind games so much as mentally preparing myself when it comes to food. I like to anticipate and psyche myself up for what I am going to eat. Especially treats or after the kids go to bed "snacks." So lately, instead of being like "cookie and ice cream, hooray!" and giving myself the mental permission to eat that, I have been trying to think, "yogurt with mini chocolate chips, almonds, and berries, hooray!" or "cereal! yes!"

For example, the night before Easter, I mentally took inventory of what I would be "allowed" to eat, knowing that it would be so easy to get out of hand if I didn't give myself limits... So I did, and I lost weight from the day before. On EASTER I LOST weight. Big deal for me.

4. Trader Joe's organic vanilla and vanana yogurts.

5. On Becoming Childwise. I really like the Babywise series. Simon is being a bit of a trial opportunity these days, and I am finding lots of good tips and reminders in this book. It might not work or be everyone's cup of tea, but it works for my parenting style/personality.

6. Acknowledging the fact that I am most likely fructose intolerant. Yes, I spent far too much time and money on doctor's appointments and tests ruling out gallstones and kidney stones only to stumble across fructose intolerance online. I have been trying to follow the diet suggestions (which is really hard because it's like, "stop eating lots of "healthy" things like honey and a huge slew of fruits and veggies and brown rice and agave syrup and lots of the current hyped up health foods..."). And it is so helpful. I really think I am fructose intolerant because the nights when I feel the sharp pains and such return, I usually have "cheated" or thought, "Oh, I'm doing alright, I can cook with salsa or tomatoes or eat soy sauce or have regular pizza or eat something with fig paste or apple in it..."And then it is not alright.

Anyone have any experience with fructose intolerance?

Anyway, I better stop blogging and resume parenting. If anyone else has any helpful tips from their life that they want to share, comment away!

Wednesday, February 19, 2014


I was preparing our slow cooker dinner just now and thought it might be nice (in case anyone cares) to compile a list of my best loved/used cookbooks.

A lot of the time I just search online for a specific type of recipe (and love for this purpose), but there are a few tried and true and well loved cookbooks I use. Here they are (links may not be the exact edition I have):

1. Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book: the one I use is the 12th edition, and I love it. Classics.

2. Cooking Light: Complete Cookbook: another good, big cookbook and I feel like it is "healthy." Maybe it's the title.

3. The King Arthur Flour Baker's Companion: oh my awesome. I love the explanations/"here's why" nature of it, and the recipes are so good as well. 

4. Taste of Home: Slow Cooker cookbook. I just got this relatively recently, but I had a different slow cooker cookbook that did not have very tasty recipes... and this one does (so far!)... so it's a win! Especially on Sundays when church ends at 4 p.m.

5. Make the Bread, Buy the Butter: this is a great read as well as a good cookbook. Especially for biscuits. But we also like the chocolate cake, bagels, yogurt, etc.... I ought to use it more but I really do love and recommend it (except the chocolate chip cookies. I can't recommend those, sadly).

I have a lot more cookbooks than that, but for cookbooks that I would recommend actually purchasing (and if I had to get rid of all but five cookbooks), I would say these are my tops. Happy cooking!