No news is good news

Thank you for all of the very sweet comments about my last post where I mentioned my godmother. I do feel very blessed to have had her in my life for the short time we had together. I feel like I've had some great examples of amazing women in my life whether it be my grandmother (whom I mentioned here), or my godmother, or my own mother. My godmother first was diagnosed with skin cancer which later spread to become breast and bone cancer as time went. Prior to her diagnosis of skin cancer - I was an avid sun worshiper, but cut back a bit after her seeing her experience. By my second year of college I noticed I had a few suspicious looking large freckles or moles on my back. Of course because I was a nursing student I was sure I was just being a worrywart and we had just had our lecture on the "ABCDs" of irregular skin growths to boot. Regardless, I paid a visit to my dermatologist who had helped me with the typical acne crisis most high school students face at one point or another. After glancing at my back, she wanted to biopsy two of those "suspicious freckles" as I had called them, and sure enough - they came back as malignant melanoma. A couple of visits later, as well as removal of more margins from those two sites as well as a third mole - my dermatologist felt that she had gotten all of the melanoma areas. I was 19 at the time - and to date I have never had any problems with it since. Thankfully melanomas like these are pretty much 100% curable when caught early, and I honestly think I only went to the doctor when I did because I had seen someone whose melanoma was not caught early and the devastating results.

The other day my husband and I caught ourselves cracking up while I was trying to take a shower in my hospital room. Rather than being mounted on the wall, the shower heads are the hand held type, and don't really mount well on the wall in any type of holder like some hand helds do. So with the IV and being tall, and pregnant and clumsy - it's a little challenging to wash your hair without soaking everything in sight. Drumroll please - husband to the rescue. He can hold the handheld showerhead when I get to that point in the shower when I want to do my hair and he is kind of like a human wall mount for the water spout. The shower usually ends with him being wetter than my hair, but he doesn't complain (too much, LOL!).

What we were laughing about was how similar this moment was to when we were both back in college during that story I just described. After I had the melanoma removed off of my back in college I had to keep the suture sites dry which were located right in the middle of my back. In a college dorm room while trying to wash your hair - you could see how this would be a challenge. Once again - husband to the rescue. Even when I was 19, my husband was a good old sport and helped me do something as silly as wash my hair over the sink in my dorm room while we were dating. I should have known then he was a keeper. True, I had to move my sweetmate's beer bong out of the sink first - but I still think of that moment with a smile. (We later used that very beer bong while on spring break - but that is a blog entry for another day LOL! Don't worry - I had very few bonging days - I wasn't a big fan and I much prefer my margaritas or martinis nowadays anyways, hehe!) Since then we've been through all of our ups and downs together and I'm glad he still is willing to be my "shower helper." Poor guy - most guys in their college years to early 30s think that when their wife asks them to "come join me in the shower" that they are in for a treat. Mine knows I usually mean something else by now!

Thanks for letting me regress. Right now, I have the no news is good news thing going on. I have no exciting updates for you - which I'm so happy about. Still on the procardia, still bedresting, baby still breech marching forward towards another week. Still having NSTs. My OB did the sweetest thing on Wednesday. The other day when we were talking, we both mentioned how much we love fall and all that goes with it. He felt bad that I couldn't be out enjoying some of the great cider mills or pumpkin patches we have nearby or apple orchards that are easy to find here in the midwest. So during part of the day when I am put back on the monitor for awhile and have my NST portions of the day - he ducked into my room with a cup of yummy warm apple cider (type or make he said was fine) and some pumpkin bread with cream cheese that his wife had made and we just chatted for awhile. I swear it was the best NST ever - much better than the few stressful moments I've had on other monitoring times when Brynn pulled her little decels. Pumpkin bread is one of my favorites - I even like it better than the brown sugar donuts most people prefer this time of year. My OB really helped put me at ease which I thought was very nice.

So that's what is new for now - I'm looking forward to a very boring weekend. Now if only the stock market would go back to being boring as well! I hope everyone has a great weekend too, and thank you so much for being such a big part of me feeling like I have some stability and calm right now.