Where to Begin? A Summary of Recent Events

I admittedly wait long periods of time between my posts recently, and the farther apart they are, the more overwhelming it is to try and sit down and write out the most current events. I thought that was just due to trying to remember what happened, the farther in the past it goes. Now I think it's also more about how time keeps moving, more things keep happening, the list of items to blog about and update grows longer and - recently - weightier.

My last post was about getting ready for "Plan B," an upgrade to my PTBD biliary drain - to do angioplasty of the bile ducts with a balloon and open up one of the main ones that has serious scar tissue narrowing. I had that procedure done at the beginning of April.

Here I am, ready to go... little did we know it would be about six more hours wait ;)

I came out of it with a French drain tube doubled in size. The doctor exchanged the 8 gauge drain tube I had to a 16 gauge. Wooey, the first look I got under that bandage made me grateful I'm not a wound care nurse, but much more capable, not as easily grossed-out people are in that profession! :)

I was in a groggy state for a day and a half afterward, but it was so good to be home!

That means it has been a whole month with this larger PTBD, and unfortunately, no changes. I tried capping the drain on two different occasions, following doctor instructions. It went well overall; right now it's capped. I was losing way too many electrolytes in the fluid output of the drain, so I had to. I'm still battling those low levels of magnesium and potassium, as well as working really hard (it's not easy, for some reason!) to keep drinking water and other wholesome beverages, and eat good meals. It's a bummer that there were no changes to my lab numbers after this larger drain; even when the drain bag was attached, my bilirubin was still up at 19. Yikes. And the jaundice has stayed the same, and itching has returned WORSE. Ah if I could pick pain or itching, I'd choose pain. Itching is slow torture!

As I mentioned, there haven't been significant or really even noteable changes, improvements, to my lab numbers. This is the reason for my next big piece of news...

I'm glad we got this news the week of Easter. It made everything easier. I cherish the Hope of and in the Resurrection.
Always - Only - Jesus.

I've been referred to the University for another liver transplant.

(:sigh:)


One of my liver doctors sent over the referral, and I'm just awaiting their call one of these days to set up all those crazy pre-transplant evaluation appointments. It's possibly going to be a busy summer... if only it will be full of things like swimming lessons and dance classes with my Victory bear, rather than doctor appointments and uncomfortable procedures?? I will keep hoping and believing.
It's something that's come up in conversation numerous times since about four years ago when my team started noticing that the PSC (primary sclerosing cholangitis) may have recurred. But it was never so definite or concrete as now.

This is a picture of the imaging from my second-to-last procedure, when the first drain was "installed." They got it in and were able to inject dye to illuminate the ducts (the darkened, tree root looking things).
There should be so many more, especially on the left...

That is one mass of sharp, irritating to my skin blue stitches. And one big drain! I flush it with saline like this once or twice a day.

Just for the record, heading into another twelve hour surgery is not what makes me take so many deep breaths, and need time to process these developments, and soak in the Word and worship to be fueled up for those inevitable Mind Monsters. It's not that that scares me. This time I would be heading into a transplant not as a light-hearted teenager, but as a wife and mom to a toddler. I want to be here for them. Always. And a waiting list of approximately, at all times, 17,000 people needing a new liver, versus only the 6,000 per year that receive one... well, do the math. (Source)
Of course this is a fear that I don't dive in too deep to, because my heart and that Holy Spirit voice thankfully always tug me back to earth and say, "but Emily, BUT GOD. This may look daunting, BUT GOD. He can do anything, and He wouldn't have brought you this far to leave you or let you be done living now."

So anyway, that's the biggest news I had. My days are so full of joy and memory making, it's not derailed me too much, just mostly made me live all the more intentionally to soak up the everyday moments. Hobby Lobby had this painted sign I wanted to get for my living room at one time (coincidentally, it's not there anymore). It said, "There is always always ALWAYS something to be thankful for." How true that is!

I had a glorious nap last week, later than usual, and woke up to a gorgeous sunset...

A couple Sundays ago, we took a short drive to the Peninsula and found a secret children's garden. Dreamy looking mature trees, and little fairy gardens someone's made. Miss V was on the hunt for Peter Rabbit :)

The Secret Garden

Momma and Miss V made it to Costco all by ourselves the other day! What a fun time and a big accomplishment :)

I experienced a huge glimmer of hopeful progress the other day. My eyes became more and more white throughout the day, and by evening they were whiter than they'd been since Christmas! Unfortunately back to very golden the next day, but that event sure was encouraging. Looking for more of those in days and weeks to come!

We always enjoy the beautiful garden at the clinic. What beautiful flowers and trees we get to appreciate because someone works very hard at planting and tending.

I've been marveling at God's grace and sustaining me to be able to keep up with Miss V around the house, and I'm on a baking roll this week as well! V and I made grain-free "puffy oven pancakes" on Monday, and I whipped up a batch of sugar cookie dough from a gluten free Hodgson Mills mix. We never got to make Christmas cookies.... or football/Superbowl cookies... Valentine cookies... or shamrock cookies... or Easter cookies. Despite me getting everything including the appropriate cookie cutters out on the counter, every time I've been too tired. Well we are going to make our Easter/spring cookies, no such thing as too late :)
Late last night I couldn't sleep and made coconut flour blueberry scones. (Yep we're still very much gluten free around here. We added back grains last year when I needed to put on weight desperately. Phasing them out again little by little, because all three of us do better without.)
Then today I made a rhubarb crisp, grain free, vegan, refined sugar free, with local rhubarb from a farm down the road. Delish! I have missed baking very much, and can't believe how much I've been able to do including cleaning up afterward, doing multiple loads of dishes and laundry each day, hanging with Miss V and watching a movie a day and doing crafts with her. Every day I have strength and energy to keep up and make life fun in my home, I am SO thrilled and grateful!

Speaking of energy levels and miracles...
Another hurdle I'm in process of jumping is some wonky blood and bleeding issues. My exhaustion level didn't fade enough once I capped my drain last week, and I had a hunch about not just electrolytes but also my blood counts. Sure enough, my doctor reported back to me that my Hemoglobin was at 8 and Hematocrit 26. My Prothrombin time and INR (both indicators of the time it takes for your blood to clot) are double what they should be. I actually had to wait a few hours while I was infused with three units of Plasma before my procedure earlier this month, because my numbers were past their cut off for a safe procedure.
It has to do with the challenges my liver is fighting through, and the state of sickness it is in; PT and INR rise. Not much you can do, I am now taking Vitamin K but really I just need healing! I'm really starting to feel it and noticing that it's not really improving.
Oh more blood drama! It's been almost a full year since my intense war against Autoimmune Thrombocytopenia ended and [I believe] God healed me and put that nasty disease into remission forever! But I'll never forget those trips to the ER hanging on as I was on the verge of passing out and my skin was so white and cold.
I got my blood drawn yesterday evening to check Hemoglobin, Hematocrit, and to do a Type and cross for a blood transfusion. It's inevitable that I'll need one within a week (actually, it's been a week since my labs were drawn last and my doctor informed me of the electrolyte and blood situation and my need for a transfusion.) but the Infusion Center where they do blood is so booked up, I can't get in until Monday. I do NOT want to end up in a critical situation ever again due to low red blood cells, so I figured checking today would be a good idea, we'll see where my numbers are at (knowing I'm still having bleeding issues - dumb gut ulcers!) and if needed, the team will go ahead and put me in the hospital for a short stay to receive a blood transfusion that way. I'd much rather give up a weekend day doing that then have to rush to the ER late Sunday night because the numbers got out of control.
Please say a prayer for clear results and a great plan of action. And as always, a blood match for me that's clean and healthy!

I think that is the summary of the major things going on. It's been a busy month - anyone else feel like April just FLEW by? But I am excited for May; it's my "happy month." :)
I will celebrate thirteen years since my liver transplant on Cinco de Mayo the 5th, my third Mother's Day on the 10th, and my 30th birthday at the end of the month! It's a good life. Never let go of your vision or your fight.

And don't take life or yourself too seriously! ;)

Right?? :)
Interesting to me, my hair is getting back to its curly, wavy state. It was like this before my liver transplant in high school, and changed to being mostly straight when I was pregnant with Miss V. Now, the curls returneth!

Here is a group of statements I wrote out to myself last week when things were feeling overwhelming, lonely and anxious. A declaration:

"I choose to live.
I choose to keep moving.
I choose to take one day at a time.
I choose to not quit.
I choose to trust Jesus.
I choose to believe the enduring, unfailing promises of God.
I choose to look high and low, far and wide, to find any joy I can find in the most difficult of days.
I choose to hope.
I choose to stay in the fight.
I choose to be fully present in the moments for myself, my daughter, and my husband.
I choose to thank God in every moment.
I choose life.
I choose joy."


And here is a beautiful prayer I discovered; I've heard and read parts of it before, but wanted to see it in its entirety. I want to print it out and carry it in my purse with me to remind me of these truths.

St Patrick's Breastplate

Christ be with me, Christ within me
Christ behind me, Christ before me
Christ beside me, Christ to win me
Christ to comfort me and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger
Christ in hearts of all that love me
Christ in mouth of friend or stranger.

(390-461 A.D.)

Seeing and Celebrating

I am a firm believer in the promise that God will replace or restore what has been lost. Time. Strength. Love. Relationships. Purpose. Family. Friends. Joy.
I love the Scripture, "I will restore or replace for you the years that the locust has eaten." (Joel 2:25)
A close second, "what the enemy intended for harm, God has meant for my good." (Genesis 50:20)

At the moment I'm sitting here drinking iced coffee, watching a little HGTV and skimming Martha Stewart Living mag on my lap (the June issue, because I'm that behind, haha), and listening to my girl chatter away to her dollies through the baby monitor. Rare Momma recharge moment, and I love all of it- including and especially the full day we've had leading up to this little respite. Because it's still new to me after months and months of being too weak or sick to do this? Probably! But mostly because, for weeks now, I'm overwhelmed with the fact that that it's such a gift to have work to do, and strength to do it.
You don't realize how sick you were until you finally catch up from nine months of survival mode and realize: "I'm not a terrible cleaner, or home owner, or pack rat- I was just conserving energy that I needed to fight and survive!" :)
Grace for the self: so important.

Victory turns two on Friday. TWO! Where does the time go? Well, I know where most of this year went. Since last October (ten months ago) I've been in some crazy health circumstances. Thankfully, miraculously, wonderfully, the ITP crisis has been quiet - in remission as the doctors would say- hopefully completely Healed, I say- for weeks!
Now (because if it's too quiet, we'd be bored?) I'm facing a different kind of health issue. Urgent, but not critical. My liver enzymes have been elevated for weeks, and there's talk of rejection, biopsy, ruling things out, confirming other things... a bit frustrating in how cryptic and unavailable the Drs have been, and I haven't been able to speak with my actual hepatologist in weeks. August = vacay month it seems :)
I should be hearing the plan by tomorrow though, and it will be good to know what it is.

Despite this new challenge, I am overwhelmed with satisfaction at how well our little family not only survived the past ten months, but we thrived. And we are determined to keep thriving, no matter what we face in the weeks and years ahead.

Victory is turning two on Friday and I don't feel like I've missed one thing. God is so good. And my little girl is such a blessing. Earlier today she climbed up on a kitchen stool, turned on the faucet, and started rinsing dishes. I asked, "do you want to hand me those, you rinse and I'll load the dishwasher?" An emphatic, "Yeah!" was her response, and together we loaded the dishwasher. Pretty soon the sink was empty. This is her norm. Watching us do things around the house, and wanting to join in or take over and help. The joy she brings to our family is immeasurable.
My 23 month old is speaking in short sentences already. She jumps and dances and laughs, and has an incredible sense of humor. She sings. She lifts her hands sometimes during worship when we livestream church.
She is brilliant, watching something once and imitating it immediately, or days later, with attention to detail, and determination.
By the way... This is not a mommy brag post. This is not meant to make you think I have it all together. Oh boy am I still a work in progress. This is a brag post I intend to be pointing up to my amazing God. Every good thing, every gift, I just smile and look up...

I just marvel at how so many blessings can be wrapped up in one tiny person.

However: do not be mistaken. My girl is of course about to turn two, and showing all those parent-character-testing qualities as well.
[In fact I had to remind my girl at least three times while working on this post, that this is indeed naptime... she finally fell asleep... and now a quick twenty minutes later she's up. Win some, lose some :) ]

I look for the teachable moments- for her and for me- and smile at the end of each day. What a gift it is to be a mom. Especially after losing a baby four years ago, and when this little one was just two months old, being told the liver disease that ruined my first liver has returned. And this year of absolute craziness where in June my Hubs - the always believing for healing, never expressing worry, rock of our home- said (after I was out of the CCU and home from the hospital) he thought he was going to lose me.

Recently, many of my friends and acquaintances have been either announcing first pregnancies, or a second or third little one on the way. It can be easy to get sucked into a poor me, no fair mindset. We could not even think about trying to get pregnant again this year, as the implications of a pregnancy combined with ITP could have been devastating for me and a baby. We have to do such a balancing act of faith vs practical. Especially because I'm a big faith, "but God!" person.

I may never be able to get pregnant again. Or possibly, I shouldn't ever get pregnant again. If my liver doesn't shape up, the doctors will start telling me things like it is unwise and dangerous to be pregnant.
Where some couples only need to decide how many children they would like to have and how to space apart the pregnancies, we have to talk about things like, "is my body even capable of carrying another pregnancy? What if the ITP returned? Will colitis flare again like last time? What's my liver going to do? How will these meds affect the baby?" And that horrible question I learned to stop asking some time ago, but I'm sure some of you wonder if we do, "What if a baby survived but not me?"

I'm not trying to be a downer. I am normally pretty positive here [she chooses joy isn't just a title, it's my life!], and truly that is how my thoughts are most of the time. I've done quite a bit of work on my thought life the past four years. Today I just wanted to shine a little light on my very real world, not all rainbows and cotton candy clouds, and show you (though I'm not sure I'm doing a good job sticking to the point Lol!) that even with seemingly unfair or frightening circumstances, you really can thrive! I hope I am sharing how it is possible to walk through life with serious circumstances, and at the same time have complete faith in a God that does the impossible every day.

Victory is a double blessing of a baby in one little girl, and not a day goes by that I don't see that and thank God for that.

Zechariah 9:12 in The Message says, "This very day I'm declaring a double bonus- everything you lost returned twice-over!"

My heart rests because, while I dream of having a bigger family one day and I believe God can and will heal me, and may make that dream happen, my heart is full being a mother to my one wonderful Victory.

What if God has already fulfilled a promise to you, and you just haven't noticed it yet? You looked, but didnt see?

We need to look for and see the good in what we have, before jumping on a train of thought comparing our life to another's, or whining at how unfair we think life is. If I spent all my time only wishing I could be pregnant again, or have more babies, or that we had the resources to adopt instead of paying medical bills, I would be robbing myself and my family of being fully aware and grateful for all I have in the present.
I missed a lot of days and nights with my girl this year, in the hospital, the infusion center, the clinic, my bed. I had to trust that she was going to be just fine, and so was I. I had no choice on my physical location, and the way I saw it, no choice in my thoughts either. I had to fight to trust!

And here we are.
Celebrating TWO, celebrating my platelets recovering, celebrating our faithful God!
Instead of looking at what I miss, I choose to see the restoration, the full replacement and overflowing beyond, of what was lost.
And celebrate, celebrate, celebrate,
rejoice, and thank God!  :)

What's Happening

Ok, so I am about a month overdue for a major update on everything that's been going on with me. Our one "real" computer in the house, a little netbook, hasn't had a working screen in almost two years, so when I need to sit down and really blog, I have to make the time to turn it on, plug in the special cord that Hubs rigged up to connect the netbook to the TV, and get a chair over to the spot, hunker down and start typing. And then more recently our little netbook does this really charming thing of shutting off, completely randomly, either while paying a bill, writing a blog post, or worst of all - livestreaming church! Oh well, we make do. I am going to type as much as I can while old Trusty (or Not-so-Trusty) is running, and see how far I get :)

So. I have been out of the hospital for about six weeks, I think, and it has been AMAZING! The weather in Seattle has been out of this world beautiful, and I've been able to catch up on things at home that have been neglected for the past ten months as I was just struggling to stay alive and functioning in the very basic human mode. The other day I finally (as in, a year later) organized the big cabinet we put on the bathroom wall, cleaned it out of everything that had piled up over the year - wax ring for installing a toilet, anyone? - and got all of our bath towels put in the there.

Wow, that felt good to finally accomplish! When everything unnecessary and unused is OUT of a space, and it just has what we use and need, I feel so much better. So yay me, for slowly but surely working on things and getting to enjoy being a wife, mom, and domestic diva a bit again :)

Another accomplishment was finally putting tile backsplashes up in our kitchen, oh, three years after the remodel too place? Again, what a feeling of accomplishment, and security that no water from the sink or grease from the stove will be splashing onto the drywall (which is, yes, still unpainted) and causing issues down the road). I'm so thankful for the great deal on tile that we got, it was just what we wanted and works great in the room. We repurposed shelving from another area in the house, and I've got my open shelving wall and tile. It's looking pretty cute!

One bummer we found out is that there is mold under the wall surfaces in our coat closet, and so alas, ANOTHER remodel looms. It will be the last one, it is the closet in our living room, which is our one remaining room with old plaster walls and no insulation. But finding the time and resources to do that, in an already busy and balancing act of life, is a challenge. Good thing Hubs is always up for a challenge - by fall, we will get it done I think, and be much healthier and cozier this coming winter! 
In the meantime, I have boxes of my crafts supplies, fabric stash, glassware, birthday party supplies - you name it, sitting in my living room, waiting for a finished closet to be put into. Character building, I say ;)

So, moving on from house to health - here's what's been happening:

Going with the most recent events, I am on Prednisone right now in case of liver rejection.
My LFTs (liver function tests - ALT, AST, Alkaline Phos, Bilirubin) have been elevated pretty consistently for a couple months, actually since switching from Tacrolimus to Cyclosporine as my anti rejection med. My doctor is very calm about it, which I really appreciate and need, and isn't panicking, but started me on Prednisone a couple weeks ago and we are going to recheck my labs tomorrow (Wednesday). If numbers aren't improved, I have to go in for a liver biopsy. They will want to check for rejection, as well as any issues like infections and what not. It occurs to me that after so many blood transfusions this year, they will look for hepatitis as well. It will all work out!
Interestingly enough, the reason they can do a liver biopsy without the risks of bleeding is that...

ITP seems to be in total remission!!! GOD IS GOOD!!! My platelets have been steadily climbing since I left the hospital in mid June, and that has been an absolute encouragement. It is so fantastic to get a call from my hematologist or go online to check my results, and find that the platelet number is higher and higher every time. What a gift after such a crazy year of scary-low critical platelets! Most recenty, last Monday, my platelets were at 149,000. The range they call "normal" is 150,000-400,000, so WOW, I was just one point away :)

In light of the elevated LFTs, I went in for an MRI/MRCP earlier this month. They were checking to make sure I did not have any strictures in my bile ducts, as when you have PSC (Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis) liver disease, those can become a problem, and cause back ups and pain, cholangitis infections, and elevated numbers. I refuse to accept that PSC is back in my new liver, despite what the reports may have shown over the past couple years. I believe God healed me with my transplant, and I am sticking with that. And awesome as He is, God gave us a great report on the MRI! No strictures, and actually improved liver tissue in an area that radiology report eighteen months ago said was looking not so good.
Awesome, right?! :)

Finally, the other health event I had was my annual colonoscopy. Woo, party time! (Haha!) 

colonoscopy prep solution

With all of the colitis problems this year, the major bleeding coming from my colon and just being exacerbated by the ITP low platelets, my gastroenterologist and I came up with a plan to start talking about colon removal. The first step in the plan was to even accept the idea. Talking about a simple tiny biopsy and colonoscopy, let alone complete removel of my colon, is very serious when my platelets were as low as they were (8-10,000, consistently). It is much more than an issue of surgery, as there's talk of hemorrhage risk, and also they said I must do the surgery at a liver transplant center, because there is a risk of liver failure when doing abdominal surgery when liver scarring or cirrhosis is evident (so 'they' say). As you can imagine, becoming comfortable even talking about a decision that major was a big deal. That alone took me a few weeks.
Then I started doing research, asking questions, and had an interview with my doc and asked all sorts of things about colectomy, ostomy bags, and so on. If I am not completely healed of colitis, a surgery and ostomy looks like it is in my future. That was another big mental thing to get a grasp of, and took a bit of time.

Snuggles with my girl while waiting for my doctor

My smarty girl, checking me out after she saw my doctor do the same thing :)

The most recent step was to have my colonoscopy, so they have a current picture of what my guts look like to give to the surgeon if we continue going down that surgery road. This wasn't even an option for most of the year, because of such low platelets. But my platelets started improving and we scheduled the procedure, and the day before I went in to get my numbers checked. They were planning to give me a platelet infusion during the procedure, to prevent any bleeding issues, and only take a couple biopsies. Well, my platelets came back so good, I didn't need any infusion and they got to take more biopsies, which is always good for monitoring sake. Woohoo!

Kind of grossing me out, I had a number of polyps in my gut. I've never had that before, even having colitis for nearly 20 years. But they were all biopsied, along with a bunch of other spots of gut tissue - and everything came back clear, no malignancies, no dysplasia! Yeah Jesus! :)
Also, the report, similar to my Liver MRI, came back showing that my guts look better than the last scan, in two areas. There is definitely colitis activity and my transverse (across the top of my abdomen) colon looked worse, but the ascending and descending colon areas are improved. So, hurray for that!

Thankfully, things have been pretty quiet with colitis and ITP these past six weeks. I am so grateful for that! Not having to worry about bleeding and transfusions and going back to Critical Care or riding in an ambulance... phew! Thank You Jesus!
What a gift it has been to be at home, at church, and around our city with my sweet family and incredible friends, just enjoying the summer weather and all that is good in my life. WHAT a gift.

We may live in the 'hood, but our summer sunset views are million dollar :)

Pray with me in agreement for a great report on my LFTs and platelets tomorrow! Once my numbers are stabilized, I get to taper off the Prednisone, which is always a good thing. Last night my knees and belly were super swollen from the side effects. Pred is a great drug in the short term, but so many icky side effects when you have to be on it for a while. Speaking of which, is why I am up before dawn today. (Insomnia is another lovely side effect.) Thankfully in the summer, being up this early, it gets light out early, and I have always loved watching the sun come up. One reason I really loved being on crew in college :)

Today is a new day, full of new gifts, opportunities, and potential! Seize the day - look UP and around at all you have been given - life is good! Xo!

"So if you’re serious about living this new resurrection life with Christ, act like it. Pursue the things over which Christ presides. Don’t shuffle along, eyes to the ground, absorbed with the things right in front of you. Look up, and be alert to what is going on around Christ—that’s where the action is. See things from his perspective."
-Colossians 3, MSG

Crock Pot [keepin' the kitchen cool!] GLUTEN FREE Banana Bread

Wow, what a ride it has been these past ten months. There is much to update, so much I want to share that I've been unsure of even where to start. This post will break my writer's block/overload, perhaps, since it's just for fun! :)
The one health update I'll share today is that I am thrilled to report, my platelet count has been steadily climbing since I left the hospital in June! Yesterday it came back one point below NORMAL range!  God is healing me thru and thru!

So onto the banana bread fun!
I discovered this idea when we had a major heat wave the weekend of Mother's Day, and I wanted to make quick bread for the brunch, but did NOT want my kitchen to get any hotter than it already was!
Enter my favorite kitchen appliance: the crock pot! This recipe as my inspiration,
I made some modifications and voila, Banana bread in under three hours with no extra mercury rising in the house.

What you need:
1 3/4 cup Trader Joe's Gluten Free flour blend
1 tsp xanthan gum
2 tsps baking powder
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp sea salt

3/4 cup coconut sugar (check out Madhava brand Organic Coconut Sugar thru Subscribe & Save on Amazon!)
1/3 cup organic butter or coconut oil
2 cage free eggs, beaten
2 ripe, medium to large size bananas (or 3 small), mashed
1 tsp pure vanilla extract (I use Trader Joe's Pure Bourbon Vanilla Extract),
1/2 cup frozen organic blueberries

What you do:
Grease the crock of a 3 (ish) quart slow cooker with butter or coconut oil. Set aside.
In a medium mixing bowl, sift together all dry ingredients except sugar (flour, gum, soda, powder, salt).

In another bowl, cream together butter (or coconut oil) with coconut sugar until blended. Gently mix in beaten eggs, mashed bananas, and vanilla.
Add in the dry ingredients slowly, blending well with a whisk.
Stir in the blueberries (no thawing needed).

Pour batter into pregreased crock, smoothing the top with spatula. Cover and set to High. Walk away - you're basically done! :)

Check the bread with a toothpick after 2 hours. It will be done between two and three hours. (Slow cooker power levels vary by brand.)

When bread is done, toothpick should come out clean, but bread will be moist and oil sizzling on the edges. Remove lid and let cool/set up for five minutes. Cut into pieces and scoop out of crock, or turn out the whole loaf onto a plate and cut to serve
Enjoy!

*Sometimes it is recommended to prop open the lid with a wooden spoon when baking in crock pots. I've never done this, but know it's an option if bread is too moist/not setting up.

Update: This recipe is even more fool proof than I thought! I ran out of Gf flour blend but had ripe bananas to use, so I thought I woukd experiment.

I used 1 cup brown rice flour and 3/4 cup teff flour. I was much more lax with the mixing too, I just combined all the wet ingreds together, added the dry, and put in the crock. This time I set the slow cooker on Low and let it go 4 hours. It turned out great - moist and delicious again! it was just slightly darker in color because of the teff flour.

so there you go, this recipe is even more versatile tban we knew!

If you make any changes be sure and comment to share your experience :)

Crazy Week, part two

I ended up being in the hospital for five days, I think. I got to go home finally on Saturday afternoon. The first 24 hours in the ER and CCU went by so fast, when I was trying to remember what happened there and how long it was, it was a blur. I'm sure that has to do with the whole "hemorrhagic shock" thing. Medscape says, "Hemorrhagic shock is a condition of reduced tissue perfusion, resulting in the inadequate delivery of oxygen and nutrients that are necessary for cellular function. Whenever cellular oxygen demand outweighs supply, both the cell and the organism are in a state of shock."

I really didn't take the CCU doctor very seriously, I thought she was overreacting calling it that, but once I was up walking around, and felt the complete muscle weakness in my quads and calves, I realized that my body really had to pull strength from somewhere to get through those intense hours. It was tough just walking down the hallway one time; my legs really lost their strength over night.
Once I was discharged and trying to get back to anything resembling normal life at home, that was a rude awakening! I realized, okay, my body really took a hit in those couple hours that my blood count got so low. How I got to that point, by the way, is the same thing that's been happening repeatedly in the past six months or so. An episode of bleeding that gets out of control, my body can't keep up with the blood loss, and things get ugly. (ITP / critically low platelets + Ulcerative Colitis / gut infection causing GI bleeding = no clotting happening = bad scenario)
So after all that, I realized the doctors weren't overreacting, they were really concerned, and took good care of me. This was the worst, most serious event we've had happen, and I am lucky to be here ... again ... always.

On Wednesday, I believe it was (my first full day out of the CCU), I had a great friend come to the hospital to visit me. A dose of friendly faces from the "outside world," bringing faith, smiles, genuine care and help to you when you're stuck in the hospital -especially when you have no clear timeline of getting out or solution to prevent this from happening again- that is such a gift! Thank you to my sweet friends and family for coming alongside Hubs and I through this, both this one event and throughout the past eight months. It's definitely been the hardest year of our life together since we've been married, and probably the hardest year for each of us individually in our lifetimes. The people who've stuck by us and trudged through this season with us - you are truly priceless!

Wednesday evening, just when I was starting to get concerned that I hadn't seen my hematologist and wondering if he would be coming by, because we had some things to discuss - he popped into my room like an instant answer to prayer! We had a great chat about putting some notes in my chart for any staff to be able to access, noting that we have a plan in place for when I have to come to the hospital, and basically saying to all the doctors just meeting me and seeing my lab numbers, "Do not freak out! This is normal for her and we have a plan!" It was funny to hear my doctor admit, "When I first met you and saw your numbers, I freaked out! But now I'm used to it." I have a great care team and I appreciate when we can laugh about things together :)

We also set up a plan to go by when I went home. It is basically, to go to the lab twice a week to monitor my CBC (red blood cells - hematocrit and hemoglobin, and platelets, being the most important numbers to watch), and call with any serious bleeding, and if a transfusion is needed, the nurse will triage me to either an outpatient infusion center, or an overnight direct admit to the hospital for fluids and blood if needed.
It felt really good to set up a plan, just because everything has been so unpredictable and crazy the past few months, at least we now have a set idea of what to do when symptoms come up. I realized I have to do a better job of facing the reality of a bad bleeding episode too, and go in for labs and let all of my doctors know, instead of hoping it will clear up on its own.

The rest of the week was mostly a LOT of blood draws, a few more units of blood transfused, magnesium IVs, IV steroids, and starting an antibiotic for aNOTHer infection I got from being in the hospital. Yuck! Thursday night (early morning) I got 90 minutes of sleep, the rest of the night I was awake and in serious pain and going back and forth to the bathroom far too many times than anyone should ever have to! Thankfully that improved slowly over the next few days, and though I could have gone home sooner if I had not had that infection come up, it was good to stay in the hospital until everything was calm and my counts were stable.

I sure miss my Victory when I'm in the hospital. Highlight of the week was definitely her visit!

While I was in the hospital, we also started talking more seriously about something that came up the last time I was there: surgery. Surgery to remove my colon. I'll blog about that next time.

For now I'll wrap this up. I have been to the clinic for three CBC tests since leaving the hospital, and each time my hematocrit and hemoglobin have been good, staying stable above 30! My platelets were 7,000, 8,000, and then most recently, 11,000, which is no where near normal (150,000-400,000) but it's great to see them stable and even increasing a bit.
My guts are staying mostly quiet, and no serious bleeding issues, Praise the Lord!
It has been a true gift to be able to be home with increasing energy and strength for more than one week. I have been able to do things I haven't done in months, maybe even all year! So many things go by the wayside when you're in survival mode, from regular cleaning chores around the house, to taking time to enjoy yourself with a hobby project or outing. And getting to be a hands-on mom again, after so many days and weeks of pain and weakness and needing help to even change diapers, has been the BEST!

So that's part two of my crazy week. Thankfully, since I've been home things have gone from crazy to calm, and are going well! Quiet and stable is much preferred to crazy and serious :)

Crazy Week, part one

Exactly seven days ago, I was spending the night in the Critical Care Unit. Tuesday morning my husband had to rush me to the Emergency Room, where they declared I was in hemorrhagic shock. My blood pressure was low, heart rate high, skin white, and body struggling. Hubs had to carry me to the car and into the ER wheelchair.

After arriving to the ER, they got me right in, and all available staff came to assess me, put in two IVs simultaneously, ran an EKG, and a tech stood by ready next to the code cart.
Here I am wrapped in blankets - I was so cold:

I was put into the CCU because they could not find a match blood donation to give me right away, and wanted to monitor my vital signs closely in the meantime. It ended up taking five or six hours for the blood to arrive. I received a platelet infusion while waiting for the blood, but it didn't boost my platelet level. (Same as the time in December when that was tried.) This darn ITP is a nasty thing.

You know what they don't have in the CCU rooms? Toilets. Bathrooms. In case you love to use a classy contraption called the bedside commode, it's the place for you!

God bless my husband for his nurseliness. The things he puts up with for me...

After my transfusion of two units, I had a little improvement. It was slight, just sitting up successfully and better vitals, but progress. Hubs said my skin also had some color back to it.

The next morning, my doctors explained the plan was to transition me to a medical surgical floor. We waited most of the day for that, and in the meantime I was able to start walking around. The hospital has a rooftop garden for patients right down the CCU hall, so we went out there to enjoy the sun.

What a testimony to the power of prayer! I looked so much better and felt better then. I stayed outside almost an hour sitting and drinking water and sun basking. Then we went in, ate lunch, and it was time to go upstairs.

My room was on the top floor of the hospital, possibly the best room and view in the whole place! It also happened to be on the floor where a friend of mine is a nurse! I felt like God gave us favor with those circumstances, they were not a coincidence but Him, showing us He was near even in those little things.

The view from my hospital window:

I got settled in, the hospital doctors came to see me, I got to eat dinner, and then it was night. They started me on high doses of IV methylprednisone, and checked my blood count again.

To be continued...

Update... (and Hurray, tomorrow is Christmas Eve!)

Hello friends!
Christmas will be here in two days, and two days after that, it will have been two MONTHS since my last update! Oops! I've often thought about needing to fill you all in on what's being going on, but haven't had the energy or desire to sit and type it out. I sat down today and typed this out - it might be a bit rambling but it's an update :)


So the last time I posted, we were just starting to walk through the treatment process for ITP (immune thrombocytopenia pupura) which we were told was my diagnosis for the sudden drop in my platelets. I started the N-plate ("romiplostim") shots on a weekly basis. Our weeks were full of clinic appointments, lab blood draws, and infusion center appointments for the shots. (If I never have to go to that medical center again, I will be a happy woman! I know it too well!)

My platelet counts seemed to be responding to the shots for the first month, at least. But in recent weeks, despite increasing doses of the N-plate each week (which made me SOOO SICK, by the way) the numbers were not going up, or actually decreasing still. My hematologist recently decided to declare that he isn't sure I have ITP after all. After getting nine shots that are just to treat ITP? That wasn't so encouraging, but Hubs and I began to understand where the doctors are at - things aren't responding to their medications, and they are stumped. Period. I have become a guinea pig and they are shooting in the dark now with their ideas. They wanted me to get a full neck to pelvis CT scan last week, to look for "more significant" lymph nodes to biopsy, because they are now thinknig they may have "missed lymphoma" in September after taking out the node in my neck.

Phew. And that is the short, no-details version of this story that has been playing out for two months. All the while, we have had Thanksgiving and the Christmas season come along, and I've been trying to create some traditions and memories for our family especially our sweet Victory (who is 16 months old today!). It has been a testing time for us. I was SO SO sick from the shots, I have decided I can understand a little bit where chemo patients are at when they are so very sick. I had no desire to eat, I've lost ten or fifteen pounds (which I didn't really need to lose... Baggy skinny jeans aren't a good look!). I was more exhausted than ever before. I had terrible joint and muscle pain and aches. It was a messy time, and made worse because it took about a month to convince my doctor that the symptoms were definitely from the N-plate, because of a pattern we noticed, and I needed some medicine for nausea and the like.

Thankfully, the week they were finally listening to me, I started to feel better. But Hubs has missed so much work, we have gotten closer than ever before to not being able to pay our mortgage. We have been gifted groceries and gift cards from friends and family for food and gas. Our church family continues to be the most amazing body of people we've ever known. I am so proud to belong to a church that looks like the Church God desires and created to exist on this earth. Surrounded by our faith family, we have never felt alone or without hope. The best people on earth - I'm convinced!

Last week I had a short overnight from the ER to the medical floor of the hospital. My clinic called me right after we left the blood draws and said my platelets were down to 3,000, and I had to go to the ER because they were concerned about bleeding. When they took my labs at the hospital, their lab came back with a level of 13,000, and after a platelet transfusion (my first ever) that night they went down to 10,000. That's when the doctors really got confused, Lol!
I talked them into letting me go home the next evening, because watching for bleeding there and being bored, away from my daughter, and paying too much money, versus sitting at home where I want to be, watching for bleeding - it's a no brainer.

Since I have been home, God has sustained me every day. No serious bleeding, no ER. I have been learning so much about what it means to ask God for enough strength and sustenance for the day, and leaving it at that. It is much like Him providing manna for the people in desert. Just enough for the day, no more, no less. Wow, what a blessing that growth has been to my faith and my daily life, already.

Last week was a wonderful change of pace for us. I went to see a new doctor, a practitioner of alternative medicine, who is also a follower of Jesus. Wow, what a refreshing time it was, where we were empowered, encouraged, and given real, true information about what is standing between me and health. I am so thankful for the new path I have started from that appointment. I cancelled the CT scan which was going to be Wednesday. I cancelled my blood draw, and I cancelled my hem appointment. We all needed a break in our little family, and it was a good decision.
The main reason for cancelling the CT was radiation. Did you know one CT is worth 500 X-rays of radiation? Yuck!!! I cancelled the blood draw because my veins need a break. I had two IVs blow in the ER last week, my arms are a mess. And I saw no need for the appointment without labs to discuss. I think I will get my number checked next week, but I have so enjoyed the break from the hamster wheel of testing and results and bad reports and possible diagnoses. It can be really negative and sometimes you just need to get out of it!

I am just so grateful to be out of the hospital, to be with my family, to be able to go to church today and have gone out yesterday and made a Christmas time memory with my sweet Hubs and daughter. I'm going forward each day approaching it one day at a time, asking God to sustain and strengthen me enough to be able to do what He has for me at that time.

I believe healing is still ahead for me. Every day it has not happened yet, I am one day closer to the day it does happen. God is willing and able to heal today just like Jesus did in the New Testament -He's the same yesterday, today, and forever! I am looking forward to being healthy and strong again one day, yet in the meantime, I will not let this testing make me a bitter or negative person. I will become a better person from every challenge I walk through; that is a commitment I will never regret! And to choose joy in every moment that isn't so joyful on the surface - that is my gift to myself, my family, my friends........ Our greatest power is our power to choose. Thank You God that I get to choose my response to every situation in life!

So stay tuned in 2013... greater things are ahead for every one of us that pursues them!

Home from the Hospital, Hurray!

For those of you not in my world on a daily basis, I thought I'd better update and let you know what I've been up to. My last update stated I'd be starting my Romiplostim shots to treat ITP later that week.
Well, things got worse a little too early in the week to wait. We were on the phone off and on with my hematologist all day Tuesday, discussing the treatment and if I really had any option to wait or go with something other than Romiplostim, because I really didn't want to have to stop breastfeeding just cold turkey and without tapering down Victory's feeding schedule, or without either of us being ready, frankly! Once I'd worked through all of my questions, concerns and frustrations (have I mentioned I have a really patient, kind doctor? because it needs to be mentioned) I decided, ok, I will go ahead with that plan. During the last conversation with my doctor, it was my husband on the phone with him. I asked him to ask my doctor if he could put in a lab order to check my platelets. I was really not feeling well - just exhausted, weak, and like things were just not right in my body. He put in the order, we drove the fifteen minutes to the lab, I got my blood drawn (and received much more concern from the phlebotomist than the day before, apparently I looked a lot worse!), and we left the clinic and started driving the long way home down backroads, because the traffic for the Justin Beiber concert that night was making the freeway look like a mess and a long wait.
Within ten minutes of leaving the clinic, my doctor calls - my platelets are down to 3,000, critical in the medical world. Criticial meaning, you're not just looking out for bruises or even nosebleeds, but your brain could just start hemorrhaging at any point. Not great news. Doctors orders, I had to get to the hospital right away and be admitted through the ER, and start some treatment.

I was amazed thinking about how I almost didn't get my lab drawn. I'd made such a fuss that day that my doctor had said we could wait until Thursday to draw any more labs. Definitely a God thing that I felt funny and spoke up!

So we got home as fast as possible (which felt like it took FOREVER!), threw some things into bags, I grabbed the ripe bananas on the counter to take with us because I figured they'd be black and very scary by the time we got home - not knowing when that would be, and we drove away. Dropping Victory at the grandparents' house (by the way, I am so grateful for amazing parents that I can trust to keep my baby safe and well taken care of, and the fact that they live in the same area. Thanks Mom and Dad, you are a blessing!) we continued on to the hospital. Driving there, I got a headache, and when we were waiting in the ER for my room to become available, it got worse and worse. When they tell you that your brain could hemorrhage any time, a migraine out of the blue makes you a bit nervous. It stuck around actually for the next four days, and finally went away when a resident thought to give me something called Imitrex (not sure on the spelling of that) which is for treating migraines. That was quite a week of pain I never want to repeat!!

I am too tired still to get into all the details of my hospital stays (yep that's plural-part of the long story), but I'll do a quick bullet point list, leaving out a bunch of the medical details I'll try to share later:

• Admitted to the hospital Tuesday night
• Given oxycodone (on an empty stomach - blech) for the headache, Tues late evening - didn't help
• Given tramadol for headache early morning Wednesday - didn't work
• Had to wait for Zofran too long, and threw up from oxycodone and tramadol - headache still there
• Nurses were so helpful and gathered sterile specimen containers and zipper top bags so I could pump milk, and they put it in the refrigerator so we could keep if for Victory. My doctor agreed to put off my shot one day so I could have more time to pump. That was really nice of them and meant a lot to me.
• Two infusions of IVIG Privigen (intravenous immune globulin) Wednesday 3 am and 8 pm
• Visit from my parents and sweet Victory Wednesday afternoon :)
• Visit and dinner and magazines to read from wonderful friends Wednesday evening :)
• Woke up and got sick, felt terrible, got everybody worried and wanting to keep me there more days - then felt much improved in the afternoon
• First Romiplostim shot Thursday 1 pm
• Convinced the doctors I was feeling better (I really was for a time) and got discharged Thursday around 4 pm
• Driving home, that night, next day, next evening - resting and fighting the horrible headache and feeling miserable
• Fever of 101 Thursday night and early Sat morning - went up to 102 point something then, and :sigh: I had to go back to the ER. Threw up at home as we were leaving - good thing I had a collection of pink buckets from the hospital stay 18 hours earlier!
• Arrived at ER, amazing husband told them I'd just been there thru Thursday for low platelets, I am a liver transplant patient (always a big deal when you have a fever and are in the ER - they take it very seriously), and had a high fever and horrible migraine type headache. They took my temp and it was up to 103. 
• I got an IV, they gave me a pain med called "Delottid" (spelling?), it helped headache, it wore off, they gave me more Delottid. In the meantime someone drew some blood for labs, I was taken for a head CT to look for brain bleeds, they put a mask on me because the doctor thought there was a very small chance I could have infectious meningitis, they gave me Tylenol in an untraditional manner to get the fever to go down, and they put in a catheter to get urine to test... and all I remember besides that is waking up every few hours, looking to my right and seeing Hubs leaning over the bed rail trying to sleep - or praying - I haven't asked him what he was doing. I just remember waking up, looking over, seeing that, and crashing again. Like something out of a movie I tell you! I have quite a colorful medical record, but I am not usually the girl creating a hectic scene in the ER. Interesting experience for me!
• Turns out we were there waiting to be admitted, for 11 and a half hours. Have I mentioned that my husband is a saint? He is the most incredible man I know, dealing with all of my nonsense health issues, and all the ramifications of those - financial and otherwise - and the guy never complains. He is a saint, and I am blessed.
• Somewhere around 4 pm I was taken to my room - woke up enough to walk from the ER stretcher to the bed (four steps or so). Went back to sleep, woke up at dusk. Fell back asleep. Turns out that the anti-nausea med they were giving me with the Delottid is very sedating, creating that 24+ hour blur I have. All that sleeping + high fever = a crazy damp bed, let me tell you!
• Saturday around 7:30 pm a neurologist came in to my room and said they wanted to get some spinal fluid to look for meningitis - because of the ongoing headache, high fever, and nausea. Translation: spinal tap! Another one for the medical bucket list! It wasn't that bad.
• I think it was Sunday morning, a resident suggested I get that migraine med, and I tried it and PTL, my headache left, finally!!! I got another dose of that when it tried to sneak back, and it worked and kept it away - and it hasn't been back since!
• Sunday I don't remember a whole lot, except kicking my hubs out to go to church and get some encouragement, which he did. Turned out he got a LOT of encouragement, hugs, prayers, LOVE! We have an amazing church!
• Sunday afternoon friends came to visit after church - more friends came - family and sweet Victory came - then everyone was gone.
• Sometime in there they came back with a report from my spinal tap that there were white blood cells in the fluid, which is called "aseptic meningitis - inflammation of the meninges." Also, we learned that the IVIG I got infusions of the previous stay can cause something called "chemical meningitis." 
• They had started IV antibiotics late Saturday night I think, and continued them late Sunday night/Monday morning.
• Monday all the doctors that had been following me came through and gave their OK that I could go home, as my fever was gone, headache was gone, nothing was coming back on my spinal tap, and I was feeling much better in general.
• The doctors concluded that my symptoms that brought me back to the hospital were either a reaction to the IVIG or Romiplostim, just a severe reaction not usually seen especially when only 5% of people react at all (agh, why do I always have to be the small percentage on the negative side of things? LoL), the chemical meningitis from one of those, or an enterovirus (stomach bug/flu). No real answer, they said, but those are their guesses. The spinal fluid cultures are still cooking, and they told me they will call if something shows up, and I need to come back in the get IV antibiotics. So far so good :)
• We left about 6 pm Monday, and I was feeling so good! Since then I've probably done more than I should (I have a difficult time sitting still, I want to DO things always!) which is probably why I feel weak and tired often. But I am feeling good, my platelets were at 32,000 Monday morning, the only bad thing is that my white blood cell count is now at a point where they get really concerned, and I have to be extra cautious of sick people and going out because an infection would be a bad thing to get right now. They have no idea why my white cell count is so low, so if you like, pray with us that they can figure that one out and find a simple solution.

Five nights and six days, and my husband hardly left my side. I am thankful that his employer and managers are understanding and concerned, and never make him feel pressure to be at work when he simply cannot because of my health issues.
I pray that God provides the resource that we won't have because of this last week of missing work, and provides for the bills that are on their way. Only He knows how we'll get this paid for. I even pray that somehow we'll still be able to take a family trip this year. We had just started planning a road trip to the old west, Yellowstone Park, Mt Rushmore, and many other fun and historical places, and I hope we can still do it. Six years and one vacation is not enough, especially for a family that lives with the kind of pressure we that is there, from my ongoing challenges.

Thank you to my church family, friends, relatives, and blogging pals near and far that have been praying and cooking meals, doing laundry, offering to babysit, and some have even sent cards and given resources to us that are so helpful in this time. It means the world to my little family that we aren't alone in this fight, and so many others are believing for my total healing. Thank you! I can't wait until that happens and we can all celebrate together! Xoxo

Update: A New Autoimmune Disease

My platelet count was re-checked today, and they were at 8,000. For a refresher, last Monday they were 10,000 and Friday they were 18,000. Mistakenly, we thought that the 18,000 mark was a sign that they had "doubled," and were on the rise. Turns out that that is also a terribly low number, and once you're that low they bounce around in the neighborhood of eight to twenty thousand, depending on the hour of the day they draw the lab. (Wish I would've known that last Friday, ha!)

So after speaking with my doc, the good news to share is that still and again, my bone marrow looks very healthy (woohoo!). There are no problems and no issues with it, my body is making it just like it should, and that is all well and dandy. The bad news is that this low platelet thing is not because of anything else (bone marrow issue, lingering virus), but a new autoimmune disease: ITP. Idiopathic or Immune Thrombocytopenic Purpura. As my doc explained, it used to be called "idiopathic," as in, "We don't know the cause." Nowadays it is considered an autoimmune disease - the body attacking itself. When I asked if it was indeed ITP that I have, and he explained that history, I laughed and said, "Well at least they blame it on the body now, instead of saying, 'it's all in your head!'" That's good I guess :)

I explained that possibility in my last post. Not much more to say about it, other than I am going to investigate around my Paleo sphere and see if anyone out there doing Paleo AIP (Autoimmune Protocol) has this too!

I will get a call from the infusion center tomorrow, about starting the treatment for this: a weekly shot of Romiplostim. It will stimulate my body to make more platelets, so that even with my spleen destroying a bunch through confusion in my immune system, there will be enough platelets to have a healthy, clotting blood and not at risk for hemorrhaging and such. That's a good thing!
They would not normally proceed to this step right away, because the traditional treatment is to remove the spleen. But they do not like to do that in people with liver disease (such as myself). The spleen's function is so important, especially with a compromised liver, so I appreciate and understand that. I have been such a pincushion lately, I am grateful I do not have to undergo a major surgery right now :)

I'm certainly not looking forward to these shots, and haven't even begun to consider how we'll afford the bills - ah, patented Rx drugs, how expensive you are... and just when Hubs and I are starting to plan our first vacation ever.
But I am looking at this as a temporary set back. It is so important to keep that mindset in the tough times of life - battles are temporary, rough patches are just seasons. We must never forget that we have the victory through Christ, and God always has our best in mind. This is just a chapter; this is not the end of my story!

Jesus has a purpose for me, and for this chapter - just like all the chapters each one of us walks through in life.


So many of you are praying and believing with me - thank you for that! Here is the most specific thing you cam agree with me on: that my immune system will be healed, and begin to function the perfect way it was created to function - fighting off the bad, and leaving my body (the good!) alone! It is amazing that the confusion and "misfiring" in my immune system is the root of ALL (yep - ALL!) my health issues. My immune system set up attack on my colon (ulcerative colitis), my bile ducts in my liver (primary sclerosing cholangitis), my joints (polyenthesitis), food and other things in my blood (leaky gut, allergies, intolerances, asthma). When my immune system in healthy and whole again, I will be a new woman!

Thank You God for abundant life, no matter what the situation looks like - John 10:10.
Thank You for giving me the power to choose my response, and the grace to choose JOY today  :)


And thank you to my beautiful friend Emily, for reminding me of this truth:

So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There's far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can't see now will last forever.
-2 Corinthians 4:17