07/31/10 p.m.
Bri is doing very well.
A recap of recent events:
· Bri was released from a Church calling that she dearly loved in mid-May . . . Young Women’s President.
· The week before Father’s Day, Eric lost his job. Faith, prayers, fasting, friends and networking immediately resulted in several job offers.
As you may know, Eric is as close to being a professional cyclist as one can be without doing it full-time. A year ago, Eric and Bri planned and paid for a trip to France. Arriving after the conclusion of the Tour de France, Eric planned to ride some of the Tour de France course. His passion is riding mountains. He looked forward to riding in the Alps.
· Bri would undergo one last chemotherapy treatment on Mon., Jul. 12. Eric was scheduled to fly to France on Tues., Jul. 13, returning Tues., Jul. 27.
Knowing the situation with Eric’s employment, Bri’s chemotherapy dr. observed that she tolerated chemo better than 98% of all patients. He suggested that she consent to two more treatments (Mon., Jul. 26 and Mon., Aug. 16) . . . just to be sure she was clean. That meant she couldn’t accompany Eric to France.
· Teri drove to Simi Valley on Sun., Jul. 11 to help during the time Eric was gone.
· Bri had a chemo treatment this past Mon., Jul. 26. She had a couple of down days this past week, but has since bounced back and is doing well.
· Prior to Eric’s trip to France, he was informed of a job opportunity in Sacramento. Arrangements were made for him to fly to North Carolina on Thurs., Jul. 29 -- the day after his return to the States.
· Eric’s job interview on Fri., Jul. 30 was successful. He will begin his new job on Mon., Aug. 2.
· Bri and Eric will drive to Sacramento on Mon. While he is oriented in his new job, Bri will look for a home to rent. Teri will stay with the children in Simi Valley. Tiffany & Devin will travel from Mesa, AZ with their children to Simi Valley on Mon., Aug. 2 so the little cousins can spend time together. Bri and Eric plan to return to Simi Valley late next week. Hopefully, they’ll have a couple of days to visit with Tiff & Devin before the Wilcocks return to AZ for the start of the new school year. First day of school in Mesa will be Wed., Aug. 11.
· Although plans are subject to change Eric could be on the job in CA for a week and then in NC in training for a week. This sequence could repeat itself several times.
· Teri will stay in CA to help Bri and the kids.
· Even though Bri was released as the young Women’s President in May, she’s been invited to participate with the Young Women at Girl’s Camp the week of Aug. 9-14. We and she are so pleased with the opportunity to participate the girl’s she’s grown to love. Teri will be in Simi Valley with the kids.
· Upon conclusion of the chemo treatment on Aug. 16, I imagine the dr. will order another MRI and CAT scan to confirm no evidence of cancer. Bri doesn’t plan to move to Sacramento until the dr.s confirm that she’s cancer-free. It appears her children may begin school in Simi Valley and then relocate to Sacramento very early in the school year.
· I don’t plan on Teri’s return to Phoenix until after Labor Day, and even then, if she can be of assistance to Bri & Eric, she’ll be there for them.
Well that’s it. What I thought would be a short little update turned out to be lengthier than I anticipated.
In short, we’ve witnessed a continuation of great blessings over the past couple of months. Because of love, faith and priesthood blessings, Bri’s miraculous healing continues. In a time when so many men and women are unable to find work, Eric has been blessed with new employment. A new adventure lies before them at this time. Your continued remembrance of Bri, Eric and the children in your thoughts, prayers, fasting and temple worship are needed and appreciated.
We love you!
Rick
Home is where your story begins.
Family . . .
forever . . .
for always . . .
no matter what.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Watch Your Thoughts
Have you ever found yourself thinking of something and then within a few days . . . bingo! . . . it’s there? Over the past few days I’ve thought about saunas, steam rooms and jacuzzis. I didn’t order any of them . . . just thought about them.
1:35 this morning . . . whamo! . . . I found myself in the middle of a 1,750 sq. ft. sauna. What a surprise! What an amazing feeling. No need to sleep under covers or a sheet. I just basked in the movement of hot, moist air that was circulated by an overhead fan. It was 81̊ outside and already 94̊ inside my sauna. I’ve been trying to turn off the heat since early this morning. No luck. I finally broke down and called an A/C technician. I hope he’ll be here before noon.
Moral of this true life story: Watch your thoughts.
Dad
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
A Father’s Thoughts to his Daughter... April
Fri., July 23, 2010
(35 years ago)
Early this morning I spent time in the Mesa Temple reflecting on all of you and events that occurred 35 years ago.
July 23, 1975, 4:00 a.m., I left Lackland Air Force Base after completing 6 weeks of Basic Training and 2 weeks in Casual Status – hanging around Lackland until the government made arrangements to get me to Lowry AFB in Aurora, CO (suburb east of Denver). My time in Casual Status consisted of scrubbing lots of toilets and floors and sitting around.
On this day, 35 yrs. ago, Mom scurried around the Denver airport as my arrival gate was changed a couple of times. She was 8 months pregnant with April. When I landed, I only got to see her for a few minutes. It was an emotional reunion. I was thrilled to see her again. Then I was ordered to get on a government bus and I was taken to in-process at Lowry. Mom picked me up about 5:00 p.m. and we went to Grandpa and Grandma Juber’s home for supper.
After supper, Mom was helping clear the table and cleaning dishes when the small of her back began to ache. Once we arrived at our home – a trailer in the trailer park just east of Grandpa and Grandma’s place, Mom’s lower back pains continued. Little did we know it was the beginning of a long and sleepless night.
Mom had visited with her OB dr. a few days prior to my return from Basic Training. She had enrolled us in Lamaze classes. She had a stack of childbirth manuals at the house. By 10:30 p.m. she was soaking in the tub, trying to relieve her back pain and I was reading one of her manuals, reviewing the signs of labor. By midnight, very much against Mom’s will, we were on our way to Fitzsimons Army Medical Center.
It was quite a homecoming 35 years ago, today . . . culminating April’s birth the next day -- July 24, 1975. Yes, Mom felt like a pioneer that day.
FYI – The military charged us $11 for April’s birth. Later, I questioned why the military charged us $13 for Nate. I felt it was discriminatory and an excessive charge -- things appear that way when your gross pay is less than $600/month. The nurse summed up the difference in one word . . . circumcision. Oh! Ouch! Oh!
After April’s birth, on my way home from the hospital, I stopped at the Post Exchange (PX) to buy a high-chair for our little girl. When I returned to the hospital later that day, I was excited to tell Mom of my thoughtful purchase. She laughed and informed me that it would be several months before April would be able to use it. Oh well, if she had developed any quicker, we were prepared.
We’re blessed to have Mom and April in our lives.
I love you,
Dad
Family . . . all because two people fell in love.
A mother holds her children’s hands for a moment . . .
she holds their hearts for a lifetime.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
A Father's Thoughts to All His Children
Sun., July 4, 2010
(30 years)
30 years ago, Apr. 25, 1980, I was driving Mom, April (almost 5 yrs old), Nate (almost 4 yrs old), Tiffany (2 yrs old) and Briana (10 months old) to Kadena Air Base, Okinawa so you could all return to the United States and have some time to get acquainted and visit with Grandpa & Grandma Juber in the Seattle, WA area. Since Tiff and Bri were born on Okinawa during our 3-yr. Air Force tour of duty--family in the States had never seen them. April turned 2 the week we left the States for Okinawa and Nate celebrated his 1st birthday on Okinawa.
As we drove to the base, except for the Armed Forces Radio Network news broadcasting through the radio, the car was very quiet and the atmosphere was very somber. Suddenly, a news alert . . . the radio announcer said Pres. Jimmy Carter had launched an invasion into Iran to free hostages the Iranians had taken at the U.S. Embassy. The invasion and attempted hostage rescue failed miserably. U.S. helicopters crashed and military personnel were killed. The radio announcer went on to say that military dependents would be allowed to leave the island of Okinawa, but military personnel with permanent change of station (PCS) orders were immediately frozen on Okinawa until further notice. The entire island went into high alert.
After a very emotional good-bye, Mom took the 4 of you on a Flying Tiger aircraft the military had leased for the trip to the States. The cargo plane had been reconfigured to accommodate passengers. Mom was issued a Dole pineapple box that was to be used as Bri’s bed during the 16-hr. flight from Kadena to Travis Air Force Base, CA (near San Francisco). Mom was amazing as she single-handedly cared for all of you in a trip half-way around the world to California. She then overcame serious challenges getting you from Travis AFB to the San Francisco civilian airport for your trip to Seattle.
Mount St. Helens volcano (Washington) erupted, causing massive devastation and ash fall-out just before you all arrived in Seattle. After Mom got you all settled in Seattle, she went to Portland, OR to pick up a lovely new 1980 Plymouth Volare, mocha brown, station wagon that we had ordered through the Base Exchange (BX) on Okinawa. From the time she got the car until we were all reunited in Provo, the engine compartment was filled with volcanic ash from the eruption.
After spending several weeks in Seattle, Mom drove you to Provo, UT to get acquainted and spend time with Grandpa and Grandma Boulter until my return.
Now to the heart of this story . . .
It was 30 yrs. ago today (July 4, 1980) that I had celebrated my last 4th of July, by myself, on Okinawa. You see, being in Japan, I was one-day ahead of you here, in the States. I remember sitting alone the night of the 4th of July, in the midst of hundreds of military men and women and their families on a football field at Camp Butler (the Marine Corps base where we lived), watching the fireworks display, anxiously waiting for time to pass so I could get on a plane and return to the States.
In the early morning hours of July 5, 1980 (Okinawa time), I flew out of Kadena AB enroute to San Francisco. During my long flight home, you were celebrating the 4th of July with Grandpa & Grandma Boulter at their home in Provo. I remember Mom telling me how all of you and Grandpa & Grandma climbed on their roof to watch the fireworks show that originated at BYU.
Earlier this week as I spoke with Grandma Boulter, she fondly remembered that 4th of July on the roof with all of you. She laughed and excitedly recounted her memories of that night 30 years ago. She giggled, remembering how she and Grandpa were able to climb the ladder to get onto the roof that night.
My, how time flies when you’re having fun . . .
Faithful mother caring for 4 little ones under the age of 6 as they traveled half-way around the world.
Baby Bri, issued a Dole pineapple box for her bed.
Half a mountain blown away in a volcanic eruption (Mount St. Helens).
New car with an engine compartment full of volcanic ash.
4th of July, alone in Okinawa.
4th of July in Provo, atop Grandpa & Grandma’s roof.
Aug. 3, 1981 (13 months later) . . . Serena, our first civilian baby, serenely brought more of heaven into our home.
Mar. 24, 1983 . . . Heather arrived to bless our family on Grandma Emma Boulter’s birthday.
Family moves from Okinawa to Las Vegas to Orem to Mesa to Gilbert.
Bolt, Coqui and Kadena.
Grade school, Jr. High, High School.
School reports, dates, volleyball, chorus, graduations (or as Leyna says, “getting kicked out” of school).
More dates . . . then spouses . . . then special little ones from the pre-existence.
Challenges in which our family and individual faith and testimony have been tested, refined and further developed.
30 years of life, challenges, growth and miracles
Yes, each of you is counted a divine, precious miracle to Mom and me.
Where much is given, much is required.
It’s not over yet.
May we all be united in love, faith and testimony, counted worthy to receive, witness and testify of miracles yet to come into our lives.
I love you,
Dad
When I count my blessings . . .
I count you twice.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.
(30 years)
30 years ago, Apr. 25, 1980, I was driving Mom, April (almost 5 yrs old), Nate (almost 4 yrs old), Tiffany (2 yrs old) and Briana (10 months old) to Kadena Air Base, Okinawa so you could all return to the United States and have some time to get acquainted and visit with Grandpa & Grandma Juber in the Seattle, WA area. Since Tiff and Bri were born on Okinawa during our 3-yr. Air Force tour of duty--family in the States had never seen them. April turned 2 the week we left the States for Okinawa and Nate celebrated his 1st birthday on Okinawa.
As we drove to the base, except for the Armed Forces Radio Network news broadcasting through the radio, the car was very quiet and the atmosphere was very somber. Suddenly, a news alert . . . the radio announcer said Pres. Jimmy Carter had launched an invasion into Iran to free hostages the Iranians had taken at the U.S. Embassy. The invasion and attempted hostage rescue failed miserably. U.S. helicopters crashed and military personnel were killed. The radio announcer went on to say that military dependents would be allowed to leave the island of Okinawa, but military personnel with permanent change of station (PCS) orders were immediately frozen on Okinawa until further notice. The entire island went into high alert.
After a very emotional good-bye, Mom took the 4 of you on a Flying Tiger aircraft the military had leased for the trip to the States. The cargo plane had been reconfigured to accommodate passengers. Mom was issued a Dole pineapple box that was to be used as Bri’s bed during the 16-hr. flight from Kadena to Travis Air Force Base, CA (near San Francisco). Mom was amazing as she single-handedly cared for all of you in a trip half-way around the world to California. She then overcame serious challenges getting you from Travis AFB to the San Francisco civilian airport for your trip to Seattle.
Mount St. Helens volcano (Washington) erupted, causing massive devastation and ash fall-out just before you all arrived in Seattle. After Mom got you all settled in Seattle, she went to Portland, OR to pick up a lovely new 1980 Plymouth Volare, mocha brown, station wagon that we had ordered through the Base Exchange (BX) on Okinawa. From the time she got the car until we were all reunited in Provo, the engine compartment was filled with volcanic ash from the eruption.
After spending several weeks in Seattle, Mom drove you to Provo, UT to get acquainted and spend time with Grandpa and Grandma Boulter until my return.
Now to the heart of this story . . .
It was 30 yrs. ago today (July 4, 1980) that I had celebrated my last 4th of July, by myself, on Okinawa. You see, being in Japan, I was one-day ahead of you here, in the States. I remember sitting alone the night of the 4th of July, in the midst of hundreds of military men and women and their families on a football field at Camp Butler (the Marine Corps base where we lived), watching the fireworks display, anxiously waiting for time to pass so I could get on a plane and return to the States.
In the early morning hours of July 5, 1980 (Okinawa time), I flew out of Kadena AB enroute to San Francisco. During my long flight home, you were celebrating the 4th of July with Grandpa & Grandma Boulter at their home in Provo. I remember Mom telling me how all of you and Grandpa & Grandma climbed on their roof to watch the fireworks show that originated at BYU.
Earlier this week as I spoke with Grandma Boulter, she fondly remembered that 4th of July on the roof with all of you. She laughed and excitedly recounted her memories of that night 30 years ago. She giggled, remembering how she and Grandpa were able to climb the ladder to get onto the roof that night.
My, how time flies when you’re having fun . . .
Faithful mother caring for 4 little ones under the age of 6 as they traveled half-way around the world.
Baby Bri, issued a Dole pineapple box for her bed.
Half a mountain blown away in a volcanic eruption (Mount St. Helens).
New car with an engine compartment full of volcanic ash.
4th of July, alone in Okinawa.
4th of July in Provo, atop Grandpa & Grandma’s roof.
Aug. 3, 1981 (13 months later) . . . Serena, our first civilian baby, serenely brought more of heaven into our home.
Mar. 24, 1983 . . . Heather arrived to bless our family on Grandma Emma Boulter’s birthday.
Family moves from Okinawa to Las Vegas to Orem to Mesa to Gilbert.
Bolt, Coqui and Kadena.
Grade school, Jr. High, High School.
School reports, dates, volleyball, chorus, graduations (or as Leyna says, “getting kicked out” of school).
More dates . . . then spouses . . . then special little ones from the pre-existence.
Challenges in which our family and individual faith and testimony have been tested, refined and further developed.
30 years of life, challenges, growth and miracles
Yes, each of you is counted a divine, precious miracle to Mom and me.
Where much is given, much is required.
It’s not over yet.
May we all be united in love, faith and testimony, counted worthy to receive, witness and testify of miracles yet to come into our lives.
I love you,
Dad
When I count my blessings . . .
I count you twice.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.
Update on Briana
06/29/10 p.m.
Today we found that Bri had not only an MRI to check her torso, but she also had a CAT scan to check her brain, yesterday (Mon., Jun. 28).
Bri met with her neurologist today. He gave her a clean bill of health! Of the 13 tumors that were on the brain just a few months ago, he could only see slight residual evidence of 2, and he found that residual evidence only because he knew exactly where to look. He emphasized that he was “amazed,” that her case was a “miracle.” He agreed with the oncologist saying there was no evidence based on scans and tests to indicate that last Fri. night’s episode was anything other than an anomaly, probably triggered by a migraine headache.
The miracle continues!
Your faith, prayers, fasting and temple worship are deeply appreciated.
Rick
If God brings you to it . . .
He will bring you through it.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.
Today we found that Bri had not only an MRI to check her torso, but she also had a CAT scan to check her brain, yesterday (Mon., Jun. 28).
Bri met with her neurologist today. He gave her a clean bill of health! Of the 13 tumors that were on the brain just a few months ago, he could only see slight residual evidence of 2, and he found that residual evidence only because he knew exactly where to look. He emphasized that he was “amazed,” that her case was a “miracle.” He agreed with the oncologist saying there was no evidence based on scans and tests to indicate that last Fri. night’s episode was anything other than an anomaly, probably triggered by a migraine headache.
The miracle continues!
Your faith, prayers, fasting and temple worship are deeply appreciated.
Rick
If God brings you to it . . .
He will bring you through it.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.
Update on Briana
06/28/10 p.m.
Bri is doing very well today. Since the incident, she’s had no lingering effects or sensations from last Fri. night’s episode.
She tolerated today’s chemo treatment without more than an upset stomach.
Her oncologist reviewed the MRI that was performed today and found nothing abnormal. Her neurosurgeon wasn’t able to visit with her today, but will see her tomorrow morning to give his opinion of the MRI in the context of last Fri. night’s episode.
Last Sat., when Bri told us about her Fri. night episode, she failed to mention a key bi of information. Fri. evening, she and Eric had gone to dinner and while they were out she experienced a headache that caused her to see a bright flash of light.
During today’s visit she told the oncologist about the headache. He told her the bright flash of light and sensations she felt after returning home last Fri. night and resting for a little while were more likely indicative of a migraine induced episode, and probably not associated with any type of TIA or mini-stroke (blood clot or hemorrhage induced). Yes, Bri, Eric, and all of us breathed easier when we heard that.
Because Bri spoke with the neurosurgeon last Fri. night during the episode and at that time he suspected the event might have been an anomaly, we anticipate that tomorrow he’ll probably confirm the oncologist’s findings and determination.
Teri and I look forward to spending time in the Mesa Temple early tomorrow morning. It’s where we go to be close to the Lord, Bri and all of you. It’s a nice way to start the day.
One last positive note . . . this afternoon Bri told us her hair is growing. Yippee!
Keep the faith! The miracle continues.
Rick
Faith is not believing that God can . . .
it's knowing that He will.
Bri is doing very well today. Since the incident, she’s had no lingering effects or sensations from last Fri. night’s episode.
She tolerated today’s chemo treatment without more than an upset stomach.
Her oncologist reviewed the MRI that was performed today and found nothing abnormal. Her neurosurgeon wasn’t able to visit with her today, but will see her tomorrow morning to give his opinion of the MRI in the context of last Fri. night’s episode.
Last Sat., when Bri told us about her Fri. night episode, she failed to mention a key bi of information. Fri. evening, she and Eric had gone to dinner and while they were out she experienced a headache that caused her to see a bright flash of light.
During today’s visit she told the oncologist about the headache. He told her the bright flash of light and sensations she felt after returning home last Fri. night and resting for a little while were more likely indicative of a migraine induced episode, and probably not associated with any type of TIA or mini-stroke (blood clot or hemorrhage induced). Yes, Bri, Eric, and all of us breathed easier when we heard that.
Because Bri spoke with the neurosurgeon last Fri. night during the episode and at that time he suspected the event might have been an anomaly, we anticipate that tomorrow he’ll probably confirm the oncologist’s findings and determination.
Teri and I look forward to spending time in the Mesa Temple early tomorrow morning. It’s where we go to be close to the Lord, Bri and all of you. It’s a nice way to start the day.
One last positive note . . . this afternoon Bri told us her hair is growing. Yippee!
Keep the faith! The miracle continues.
Rick
Faith is not believing that God can . . .
it's knowing that He will.
Update on Briana
06/26/10 p.m.
Bri called late this morning to report that she had a disturbing experience last night (Fri., Jun. 25). While at her home she noticed her fingers, then her palms, then her arms went numb. Her vision blurred and then the numbness spread to the right side of her face, into the right side of her mouth and teeth. She tried walking throughout the house in hopes the sensations would pass, but in the end she called the hospital. Eventually her neurosurgeon returned her call. He told her the symptoms could have been caused by many things including a possible T.I.A. (transient ischemic attack, a mini-stroke). Another possibility was the bodies attempt to slough-off residual tissue from dead tumors that were zapped with pin-point radiation a few months ago. At any rate, the dr. put Bri back on steroids and said she’d be scheduled for an MRI during her chemotherapy session next Mon., Jun. 28.
As she spoke with the dr. and before she took the steroid medication, all her symptoms vanished.
Before going to bed, Bri received a priesthood administration from a ward member and Eric. She felt comforted and confident that all will be well. The miracle continues.
Today, she feels totally normal and fine.
Teri and I have a friend named Karen McCoy. She’s an RN who spent years working in pediatric cancer wards. She concurred with the neurosurgeon’s statement that last night’s event could be caused by a wide variety of factors, including the fact that she simply has so much toxic junk in her system from numerous chemo, steroid and radiation treatments.
Eric will be going to France on Jul. 12 for a couple of weeks. Teri will travel to CA to be with Bri and the kids during his absence. She’s also ready to travel at a moment’s notice if Bri of the family need her before or after that time.
Your ongoing faith and prayers with any additional oomph you have would be appreciated throughout the upcoming week, particularly on Monday as Bri undergoes more testing and treatment. Thanks for being there. Life’s challenges are easier to confront with faithful family members at one’s side.
Rick
Having someone to love is family,
Having somewhere to go is home,
Having both is a blessing.
"Faith in God requires faith in His timing."
Neal A. Maxwell
Bri called late this morning to report that she had a disturbing experience last night (Fri., Jun. 25). While at her home she noticed her fingers, then her palms, then her arms went numb. Her vision blurred and then the numbness spread to the right side of her face, into the right side of her mouth and teeth. She tried walking throughout the house in hopes the sensations would pass, but in the end she called the hospital. Eventually her neurosurgeon returned her call. He told her the symptoms could have been caused by many things including a possible T.I.A. (transient ischemic attack, a mini-stroke). Another possibility was the bodies attempt to slough-off residual tissue from dead tumors that were zapped with pin-point radiation a few months ago. At any rate, the dr. put Bri back on steroids and said she’d be scheduled for an MRI during her chemotherapy session next Mon., Jun. 28.
As she spoke with the dr. and before she took the steroid medication, all her symptoms vanished.
Before going to bed, Bri received a priesthood administration from a ward member and Eric. She felt comforted and confident that all will be well. The miracle continues.
Today, she feels totally normal and fine.
Teri and I have a friend named Karen McCoy. She’s an RN who spent years working in pediatric cancer wards. She concurred with the neurosurgeon’s statement that last night’s event could be caused by a wide variety of factors, including the fact that she simply has so much toxic junk in her system from numerous chemo, steroid and radiation treatments.
Eric will be going to France on Jul. 12 for a couple of weeks. Teri will travel to CA to be with Bri and the kids during his absence. She’s also ready to travel at a moment’s notice if Bri of the family need her before or after that time.
Your ongoing faith and prayers with any additional oomph you have would be appreciated throughout the upcoming week, particularly on Monday as Bri undergoes more testing and treatment. Thanks for being there. Life’s challenges are easier to confront with faithful family members at one’s side.
Rick
Having someone to love is family,
Having somewhere to go is home,
Having both is a blessing.
"Faith in God requires faith in His timing."
Neal A. Maxwell
Update on Briana
06/03/10 p.m.
Bri’s oncologist didn’t have much time for her this afternoon. That was disappointing. She called us and said, “I have some good news and some bad news.” The oncologist said her torso scan came back clean -- no sign of cancer anywhere in the torso, not in the abdomen or on the sternum where a spot in each location was previously seen. The radiologist reported he might have seen a very small spot on the liver, but the oncologist said he didn’t see anything in the liver.
As a preventive measure the oncologist wants to continue with chemotherapy every other week, including this next Monday. He wants to ensure there are no micro size cancers anywhere in her system that could move and/or flare-up in the future. This news made Bri quite emotional as chemotherapy has a cumulative, destructive effect on the body. Each successive treatment causes her more nausea, fatigue and side-effects. She was really hoping further chemo wouldn’t be required. During our phone conversation she tried to be strong, but chemotherapy has taken its toll -- emotionally, mentally and physically.
We acknowledge Divine intervention and blessings that resulted in her clean torso scan. We pray that ongoing chemo treatments may soon no longer be necessary.
Our faith, trust and confidence in all that’s been confirmed in our hearts regarding her ultimate restoration of health continue, nothing doubting. Your ongoing support is appreciated.
Rick
Faith makes things possible . . . not easy.
Bri’s oncologist didn’t have much time for her this afternoon. That was disappointing. She called us and said, “I have some good news and some bad news.” The oncologist said her torso scan came back clean -- no sign of cancer anywhere in the torso, not in the abdomen or on the sternum where a spot in each location was previously seen. The radiologist reported he might have seen a very small spot on the liver, but the oncologist said he didn’t see anything in the liver.
As a preventive measure the oncologist wants to continue with chemotherapy every other week, including this next Monday. He wants to ensure there are no micro size cancers anywhere in her system that could move and/or flare-up in the future. This news made Bri quite emotional as chemotherapy has a cumulative, destructive effect on the body. Each successive treatment causes her more nausea, fatigue and side-effects. She was really hoping further chemo wouldn’t be required. During our phone conversation she tried to be strong, but chemotherapy has taken its toll -- emotionally, mentally and physically.
We acknowledge Divine intervention and blessings that resulted in her clean torso scan. We pray that ongoing chemo treatments may soon no longer be necessary.
Our faith, trust and confidence in all that’s been confirmed in our hearts regarding her ultimate restoration of health continue, nothing doubting. Your ongoing support is appreciated.
Rick
Faith makes things possible . . . not easy.
A Father’s Thoughts to his Daughter
Thurs., Jun. 3, 2010
(38 yrs. ago today - June 3, 1972, I entered the Mission Home in Salt Lake City,
beginning my full-time missionary service - Argentina East Mission.)
Bri,
Mom and I had an enjoyable time doing initiatory work in the Mesa Temple early this morning. You, Eric and the kids were with us.
I know Mom recently shared the following story, but as long as I’m trying to share things that I find inspiring, I thought I’d include it in my thoughts to you.
A Child's View of Thunderstorms
A little girl walked to and from school daily.
Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to school.
As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with lightning.
The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school. She also feared the electrical storm might harm her child.
Full of concern, the mother got into her car and quickly drove along the route to her child's school.
As she did, she saw her little girl walking along.
At each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up, and smile.
More lighting followed quickly and with each, the little girl would look at the streak of light and smile.
When the mother drew up beside the child, she lowered the window and called, "What are you doing?"
The child answered, "I am trying to look pretty because God keeps taking my picture."
May God bless you today and every day as you face the storms that come your way!
I love you,
Dad
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass . . .
it's about learning to dance in the rain.
(38 yrs. ago today - June 3, 1972, I entered the Mission Home in Salt Lake City,
beginning my full-time missionary service - Argentina East Mission.)
Bri,
Mom and I had an enjoyable time doing initiatory work in the Mesa Temple early this morning. You, Eric and the kids were with us.
I know Mom recently shared the following story, but as long as I’m trying to share things that I find inspiring, I thought I’d include it in my thoughts to you.
A Child's View of Thunderstorms
A little girl walked to and from school daily.
Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to school.
As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with lightning.
The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school. She also feared the electrical storm might harm her child.
Full of concern, the mother got into her car and quickly drove along the route to her child's school.
As she did, she saw her little girl walking along.
At each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up, and smile.
More lighting followed quickly and with each, the little girl would look at the streak of light and smile.
When the mother drew up beside the child, she lowered the window and called, "What are you doing?"
The child answered, "I am trying to look pretty because God keeps taking my picture."
May God bless you today and every day as you face the storms that come your way!
I love you,
Dad
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass . . .
it's about learning to dance in the rain.
A Father’s Thoughts to his Daughter
Mon., May 31, 2010
Memorial Day
Bri,
In our family, Memorial Day represents much more than a day in which we remember the sacrifice of courageous men and women who’ve served and in many cases, laid-down down their lives for our country. It’s a day in which we reverence, honor and express eternal gratitude for family members who’ve courageously lived their lives in harmony with the gospel and their testimony of the Lord, Jesus Christ.
Grandpas and grandmas, cousins and other family members who’ve passed continue to work and pray for your healing. Grandmothers in particular continue to attend and support you in difficult moments. Your ancestors constitute a group of Heavenly Father’s most faithful and loving sons and daughters.
By the way, I hope you know that Coqui and Kadena are doing all they can, or as much as dogs are permitted to do, in your behalf. Perhaps when your cheek feels moist and you think it may have been a tear, it might have been one or both of them giving you a kiss. Perhaps when you feel a comforting warmth, it’s actually one or both of them lying close to reassure and support you. They’ve always been that way you know. No worry . . . they no longer shed.
Tomorrow you’ll have a torso scan. Mom and I will be in the Mesa Temple early in the morning. You’ll be with us . . . in our thoughts, in our hearts and in our prayers.
When I think of you, my thoughts inevitably turn to your mother. Her faith and dedication to you and the Lord are unwavering. She has no doubt in the power of faith and the priesthood blessings you’ve received by inspired men who’ve known and pronounced the mind and will of the Lord.
This past week I came across the website: www.DeFordMusic.com . Sally DeFord has written some beautiful songs.
Today, as I’ve contemplated the blessings of a righteous family legacy, the examples and influences of family members, passed and living, worthy of gratitude and emulation, my heart and thoughts are turned to your mother. I’m so grateful for her and for all she means too all of us, particularly to you, your brother and sisters.
I love this song. Today, I dedicate it to you and Mom.
An Angel to Watch Over Me
Double-click on the MP3 link in the “Attached” box atop this e-mail message to listen to the song. As the song plays you can scroll down in this message to read the lyrics.
Lyrics: http://www.defordmusic.com/anangeltowatchoverme.htm
She watched by my cradle through long, sleepless nights
She taught me to pray as she knelt by my side
She guarded my childhood, and all through the years
She echoed my laughter, she counted my tears
In the arms of my mother, I came to believe
That God sent an angel to watch over me
She taught me the meaning of courage and faith
She taught me to live with the Lord as my strength
She taught me to follow the pathway he marked
She guided my steps when the journey grew dark
And I know there were dangers that I could not see
But God sent an angel to watch over me
She taught me to serve with a spirit that sings
She taught me to seek after heavenly things
And because of her love and her kindness and care
Because of the place that I hold in her prayers
And because of her goodness, I still believe
That God sent an angel to watch over me
Happy Memorial Day, Sweetheart . . . the miracle continues . . . you’re clean!
I love you,
Dad
Where there is hope, there is faith . . .
Where there is faith, miracles can happen.
1 Tim. 1: 1
. . . Jesus Christ, which is our hope;
If God brings you to it . . .
He will bring you through it.
Memorial Day
Bri,
In our family, Memorial Day represents much more than a day in which we remember the sacrifice of courageous men and women who’ve served and in many cases, laid-down down their lives for our country. It’s a day in which we reverence, honor and express eternal gratitude for family members who’ve courageously lived their lives in harmony with the gospel and their testimony of the Lord, Jesus Christ.
Grandpas and grandmas, cousins and other family members who’ve passed continue to work and pray for your healing. Grandmothers in particular continue to attend and support you in difficult moments. Your ancestors constitute a group of Heavenly Father’s most faithful and loving sons and daughters.
By the way, I hope you know that Coqui and Kadena are doing all they can, or as much as dogs are permitted to do, in your behalf. Perhaps when your cheek feels moist and you think it may have been a tear, it might have been one or both of them giving you a kiss. Perhaps when you feel a comforting warmth, it’s actually one or both of them lying close to reassure and support you. They’ve always been that way you know. No worry . . . they no longer shed.
Tomorrow you’ll have a torso scan. Mom and I will be in the Mesa Temple early in the morning. You’ll be with us . . . in our thoughts, in our hearts and in our prayers.
When I think of you, my thoughts inevitably turn to your mother. Her faith and dedication to you and the Lord are unwavering. She has no doubt in the power of faith and the priesthood blessings you’ve received by inspired men who’ve known and pronounced the mind and will of the Lord.
This past week I came across the website: www.DeFordMusic.com . Sally DeFord has written some beautiful songs.
Today, as I’ve contemplated the blessings of a righteous family legacy, the examples and influences of family members, passed and living, worthy of gratitude and emulation, my heart and thoughts are turned to your mother. I’m so grateful for her and for all she means too all of us, particularly to you, your brother and sisters.
I love this song. Today, I dedicate it to you and Mom.
An Angel to Watch Over Me
Double-click on the MP3 link in the “Attached” box atop this e-mail message to listen to the song. As the song plays you can scroll down in this message to read the lyrics.
Lyrics: http://www.defordmusic.com/anangeltowatchoverme.htm
She watched by my cradle through long, sleepless nights
She taught me to pray as she knelt by my side
She guarded my childhood, and all through the years
She echoed my laughter, she counted my tears
In the arms of my mother, I came to believe
That God sent an angel to watch over me
She taught me the meaning of courage and faith
She taught me to live with the Lord as my strength
She taught me to follow the pathway he marked
She guided my steps when the journey grew dark
And I know there were dangers that I could not see
But God sent an angel to watch over me
She taught me to serve with a spirit that sings
She taught me to seek after heavenly things
And because of her love and her kindness and care
Because of the place that I hold in her prayers
And because of her goodness, I still believe
That God sent an angel to watch over me
Happy Memorial Day, Sweetheart . . . the miracle continues . . . you’re clean!
I love you,
Dad
Where there is hope, there is faith . . .
Where there is faith, miracles can happen.
1 Tim. 1: 1
. . . Jesus Christ, which is our hope;
If God brings you to it . . .
He will bring you through it.
Update on Briana 5/24/10
Bri concluded what we hope is her last chemotherapy session, this afternoon. She’s home, feeling tired but not as ill as she felt on chemo-day, the past two Monday sessions (May 10 and Apr. 26). Her dr.s want to perform a body scan next Tues., Jun. 1. At that time, the scan will focus on the previous spot of cancer that was found on her sternum. A head scan is not planned at this time. I guess the dr.s feel that with the miraculous progress noted in her last full-body scan (Apr. 22), if the sternum is clean, everything else will be considered clean. Bri and Eric will meet with the doctor(s) at 4:00 p.m. on Thurs., Jun. 3 to review the scan results.
Your continued faith, prayers and temple worship with Bri in mind are sincerely appreciated.
Rick
Man's extremities are God's opportunities.
Your continued faith, prayers and temple worship with Bri in mind are sincerely appreciated.
Rick
Man's extremities are God's opportunities.
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