Am I really going to blog?: Introducing......

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Introducing......

MARLEY!

Marley is a Great Pyrenees pup. She was born on January 6th. 20 miles from Indianapolis. So today, we drove nearly 4 hours each way to pick up this little (for now) pup. Samantha is so thrilled. She has been begging for a dog. We were never able to have one before due to Cameron's restrictions & so much time away from home.

This dog is going to be huge. Her parents are 110 & 130 pounds. She was so sweet on the ride home - never made a peep.

We were planning to get Sam a different breed of dog & have the Easter Bunny deliver her. Unfortunately, that pup didn't make it. We scrambled around looking for puppies, found this one & decided to swoop her up.

Sam got to name her so she picked Marley after the movie. She will ultimately be an outside dog, but at least for tonight she'll be sleeping in a little pink pillow bed. Acutally, right now she is in Sam's Tinkerbell tent a bit overwhelmed.

Me too.

3 comments:

AnonymousFebruary 21, 2009 at 11:46 PM
Good for you! A dog - perfect! It's heartwarming to see Samantha smile.
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herFebruary 22, 2009 at 1:44 PM
I love Marley! He is adorable...

Lori...about a b-day idea next week...I had helum balloons and my mom, brother and I went to my dads graveside to celebrate what would of been Mom-Dad's 50th anniversary. Then I took her out to dinner and brought some clothes!! It was a special day for her.

Maybe you could buy some small presents, wrap them , have a few people over for cake/icecream then take the presents to a childrens home or a needy family (i.e. food items) SOmehow give back to others forthe joy and love Cameron gave to all of you.
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Gina SampsonFebruary 23, 2009 at 1:11 PM
Congratulations on the new arrival to your house!!! Marley is addorable. The day I took the girls to the park by your house Sam had told me that she wanted to get a dog and maybe someday she would. I am glad you found one. Good luck with the puppy stage. Ours came from the Humane Society, he was 3 when we got him, so we missed all that. He too is an outside dog, he likes the garage when it is cold or miserable outside. He has been a great companion for Kara, and us too.

I have been reading the posted ideas for you to honor Cameron's birthday. What a bunch of good ideas. I have been thinking also, but haven't came up with anything. I am sure you guys will come up with the right thing to do. I'll be praying for you.

Gina
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I HOPE....

I hope you never have to hear the words, 'Your child has cancer.'

I hope you never have to hear, 'The prognosis is not good.'

I hope you never have to prepare to undergo radiation or chemotherapy, have a port surgically inserted into their chest, be connected to IV poles. Look at you with fear in their eyes and say, 'Don't worry Mommy, everything will be okay.'

I hope you never have to hold your child as they vomit green bile.

I hope you never have to feed them ice chips for lunch.

I hope you never have to watch the 'cure' you pray for slowly take away their identity, as they lose their hair, become skeletal, swell up from steroids, develop severe acne, become barely or unable to walk or move, and look at you with hope in their eyes and say,'It's going to be okay, Mommy.'

I hope that you never have to stay in the hospital for weeks, months, or years at a time, where there is no privacy, sleeping on a slab, with your face to the wall, where you cry in muffled silence.

I hope you never have to see a mother, alone, huddled, in a dark hospital corridor...crying quietly, after just being told, 'There is nothing more we can do.'

I hope you never have to watch a family wander aimlessly, minutes after their child's body has been removed.

I hope you never have to use every bit of energy you have left, with all of this going on around you to remain positive, and the feelings of guilt, sorrow, hope and fear, overwhelm you.

I hope you never have to see a child's head bolted to the table as they receive radiation.

I hope you never have to take your child home (grateful but so afraid) in a wheelchair because the chemo and radiation has damaged their muscles, 35 pounds lighter, pale, bald, and scarred. And they look at you with faith in their eyes and say, 'It's going to be okay Mommy.'

I hope you never have to face the few friends that have stuck beside you and hear them say, 'Thank God that is over with,'...because you know it never will be. Your life becomes a whirl of doctors, blood tests and MRI's and you try to get your life back to 'normal'. While living in mind-numbing fear that any one of those tests could result in hearing the dreaded words...'The cancer has returned' or 'The tumor is growing.' And your friends become even fewer.

I hope you never have to experience any of these things... Because...only then...Will you understand...

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