tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624317852498029432024-02-07T18:25:22.244-08:00Chiari Champs BlogMy name is Terri and this blog represents my journey through Chiari and how it affects my life.Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-15553364683660779952008-01-09T22:55:00.000-08:002008-01-09T23:06:40.182-08:00So much to catch up onThe last time I posted a blog was so long ago and so much has happened since then. I think I spoke too soon and with a positive blind fold on. I did not want to think that anything was wrong, and hoping I was healing as normaly as possible. <br /><br />I went back to Colorado for my post-op visit in November. Mom went with me and it was good. I was to get an MRI at 10:30 and my Appointment with Dr.Oro was at 4:30. We had a fundraising dinner to go to that night in Aurora and Dr.Oro was the speaker so I was excited about that. I also got to see Joleen for the first time. Well, she had seen me on my birthday and I went to visit her the day after her surgery, but I don't remember either visit. She has been such a rock for me these past few months, I cannot express how greatful I am to have her in my life. <br /><br />The appointment with Dr. Oro went well. The MRI was fine and everything looked good, so I was sent on my way. I went to the dinner that night, and Dr. Oro, along with several other people got to see what I am like each and every day. As the day progressed, I was in more and more pain. It was as if my head was being pulled down to the Earth with a giant magnet. It SUCKED. I also experience some incredible pain with any movement where gravity has some affect. It is like my head and neck are no longer attached. That gives me the sharpest pain, but there is the long lasting throb that goes along with it. <br /><br />My mom and I were on the plane to come back to California on Wednesday and Dr. Oro's office called. They wanted a CT scan in hopes of finding out what was causing all the pain. I was already on the plane so I got the CT done the day after I got home. Guess what...????.... It was normal.<br /><br />So, off to physical therapy I went. For 5 weeks, all I did was manual traction. Don't let me fool you, the traction was the BEST. It was the best I felt all day long. Anything other than pulling on my head was torture. Yes, I love the pulling. That is an indicator of Craniocervical Instability. YIKES!! I don't want that. I want to be healing normal and getting better. I want to go back to school and get my degree. That's what I want. <br /><br />I guess I will just have to wait to figure out what will make me better. It has been 3 1/2 years. Another night won't hurt....well, I am sure it will hurt, but I hope it won't kill me.Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-78596413302718614192007-11-06T22:09:00.000-08:002007-11-06T22:13:32.667-08:00Getter better every dayToday I am 8 weeks post op and getting better every day. Sometimes I cannot believe it has been that long. I started driving again which has been great.. I can get out of the house. Turning my head is still a little hard though. The pain is better, but still not gone, but I know it will be.<br /><br />I leave for Colorado on Sunday for an appointment with Dr Oro on Monday including an MRI. I cannot wait to see what he has to say. I am worried about cranial instability. I get severe pain in my neck when I am laying down and move - moreso at night, so sleeping has been an issue. We shall see!!!Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-69851467449581748312007-10-23T10:09:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:50:58.048-08:00Windsor Jr. PeeWee going to playoffs!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAP0Fd1bCjoIzTOnm6SrXd8ra8F8x3n2Qm5z2ezUg-NwqClZ0Ve5MgnqeAPmnMI3fB95H8uQwgzqhZ__UGhcF54CrCF9v1RYz-fqgDmP1zttHB6ZE4Svt8gRRU0c-EIuMWU2Edgy_6F760/s1600-h/Knight.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAP0Fd1bCjoIzTOnm6SrXd8ra8F8x3n2Qm5z2ezUg-NwqClZ0Ve5MgnqeAPmnMI3fB95H8uQwgzqhZ__UGhcF54CrCF9v1RYz-fqgDmP1zttHB6ZE4Svt8gRRU0c-EIuMWU2Edgy_6F760/s320/Knight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124581114335256994" /></a><br /><br />The Windsor Kights Jr. PeeWee football team beat the Cal Golden Bears and made it into the playoffs!!! We are so proud of our son Austin for being a part of the team and together working hard to accomplish this.<br /><br />Go Knights!Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-2864311914494804992007-10-11T11:39:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:50:59.344-08:00Texas, we can almost taste it<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6X8HphwnqQm6PcK54AFMX9BFfQkuq2SSPqJWJzQtoq0C7IiVKFVojJNM9puMDM4pAwYgGFeA2bAYhm30kCv_Z_2kEGNcXqvmhWP-cO0_-vEJ0tbMZx56Hi8vj3sjdCRkEVBrpIR00Db8/s1600-h/texaslonghorns.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6X8HphwnqQm6PcK54AFMX9BFfQkuq2SSPqJWJzQtoq0C7IiVKFVojJNM9puMDM4pAwYgGFeA2bAYhm30kCv_Z_2kEGNcXqvmhWP-cO0_-vEJ0tbMZx56Hi8vj3sjdCRkEVBrpIR00Db8/s320/texaslonghorns.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120152217074065810" border="0" /></a><br />It's like the saying goes, "You can take your blood out of the South, but you can't take the South out of your blood", so in the not too distant future, we are taking it back!Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-31406383926140133262007-10-10T10:20:00.001-07:002008-12-11T11:50:59.552-08:00Getting better!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpQqA7d4ZRbR4t46S9ULWGy52y7smgi7i4c6XVkw-CUX8c2dVT2nI0wDJTt1HyPYWhVbzZQLxRGkyEor1Y_ztm2EhyphenhyphenK2FqPmS5dn7KlU-iQBZ4HIO4QUH1O0ILWAWPVU60oLotRu1r-QW/s1600-h/blog37.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpQqA7d4ZRbR4t46S9ULWGy52y7smgi7i4c6XVkw-CUX8c2dVT2nI0wDJTt1HyPYWhVbzZQLxRGkyEor1Y_ztm2EhyphenhyphenK2FqPmS5dn7KlU-iQBZ4HIO4QUH1O0ILWAWPVU60oLotRu1r-QW/s320/blog37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119759244746350962" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text" style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);font-family:Century Gothic;" >This past week, I told Terri if she stayed down and rested enough she could go out to the kids games (cheer and football). Well she rested just enough and went. We caught the end of Channing's cheering and all of Austin's football game. Channing's team won (they shut out Healdsburg) and so did Austin's team (they shut out Healdsburg too). Terri was very ready to go home at the end and she was pretty sore that night and the next day. Macee (the little fire-cracker in the photo above) and I stayed down at end-zone for the whole game since there is no one around and she is free to get crazy and yell like she enjoys so much.<br /><br />We are doing our best to keep on top of all that is going on in our lives right now like house, school, cheer and football. Terri's mom Linda has been a great help picking up Channing from school and dropping Chan and Austin off at practices. I don't know how we would do it without her help.<br /><br />Terri has her flight booked for her first follow-up appointment with Dr. Oro in November. Her mother will be flying out with her and I'll be staying with the kids holding down the fort.<br /><br />This weekend we play Ukiah in Ukiah on Saturday so we will get to go to church on Sunday!!! It will nice to get to see our church family who has been such a big help during these times.<br /><br />Well, I hope this blog finds you happy, healthy and blessed!<br /><br />Mike</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-15187583829781412212007-10-10T10:19:00.002-07:002007-10-10T10:20:08.115-07:00Entry for September 25, 2007<span class="text"><div class="y360EntryContent"><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Today is really hard. Yesterday I took a shower.. Yipee!! Sounds like a mundane thing to do, but let me tell you, by the time I was done, I felt like I had just run a couple of miles.. and I haven't run in many years ;)</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Today, once again, I am just sitting here. Actually I am laying here. It is getting harder and harder to just sit here. I hate to have to call someone just so I can do something. I CAN walk up and down the stairs, but coming down makes me nervous, I stay downstairs all day until someone gets here to 'assist' me down. I just called my mom, who was busy, because I wanted to go to the grocery store. She put up the HUGE stop sign. No go!! Something that I use to take for granted.. going to the store, and I can't do it.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">I had a thought today that I would be able to go to the store AND cook dinner for the family tonight. I am three weeks post-op. You would think I would be able to do something like that. NO chance. My mom reminded me that I still can't drive, can't go to the store alone, I can't do a lot of things... but I want to!! I know it is for the better, and so that I can heal properly and all, but geesh!! So, tonight, Mike will have to do it all once again. I know it is wearing on him so much, and I feel so bad. I sit here and I see something on the floor; a couple of weeks ago, I wouldn't have thought about it too much, but now, I want to pick it up so he doesn'thave to, and I can't. </span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">For those of you rockers from the '80's remember Cinderella "Don't Know Whatcha Got Til it's Gone"... that sums up how I am feeling right now. I know others get depressed like this too, and they get through it, so will I.</span></p></div></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-33138011835667418562007-10-10T10:19:00.001-07:002007-10-10T10:19:48.549-07:00Chiari Do's and Don'ts<span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"><span style="font-size:85%;">DO'S & DON'TS WHEN DEALING WITH SOMEONE WITH CHIARI<br /><br />DON'T ASSUME BECAUSE I LOOK WELL THAT I FEEL WELL. LOOKS CAN BE VERY<br />DECEIVING. MANY DAYS I LOOK GREAT, BUT I FEEL TERRIBLE.<br /><br />DON'T TELL ME YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL. NO ONE KNOWS HOW ANYONE ELSE FEELS.<br />TWO PEOPLE WITH THE SAME DISEASE MAY FEEL TOTALLY DIFFERENT.<br /><br />WE ALL HAVE VARYING THRESHOLDS OF PAIN AND PAIN CANNOT BE MEASURED.<br /><br />DON'T TELL ME ABOUT YOUR AUNT GERTRUDE AND HER CHIARI AND HOW WELL SHE<br />MANAGED IN SPITE OF IT. I AM NOT AUNT GERTRUDE AND I AM DOING MY BEST.<br /><br />DON'T TELL ME, "IT COULD BE WORSE." YES, IT COULD BE, BUT I DON'T NEED<br />TO BE REMINDED.<br /><br />DON'T DECIDE WHAT I AM CAPABLE OF DOING. ALLOW ME TO DECIDE WHAT<br />ACTIVITIES I CAN PARTICIPATE IN. THERE MAY BE TIMES I MAKE THE WRONG<br />DECISION, AND IF I DO, I'LL KNOW IT SOON ENOUGH.<br /><br />DON'T BE UPSET THAT YOU CANNOT EASE MY PROBLEMS. IT WON'T DO ANY GOOD<br />FOR BOTH OF US TO BE MISERABLE.<br /><br />DON'T ASK ME HOW I FEEL UNLESS YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW. YOU MAY HEAR A<br />LOT MORE THAN YOU ARE PREPARED TO LISTEN TO.<br /><br />DON'T ASSUME BECAUSE I DID A CERTAIN ACTIVITY YESTERDAY THAT I CAN DO<br />IT<br />TODAY. CHIARI IS EVER-CHANGING.<br /><br />DO LEARN EVERYTHING YOU CAN ABOUT THE DISEASE. THE MORE YOU KNOW, THE<br />BETTER EQUIPPED YOU WILL BE TO KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT.<br /><br />DO REALIZE I AM ANGRY AND FRUSTRATED WITH THE DISEASE, NOT WITH YOU.<br /><br />DO LET ME KNOW YOU ARE AVAILABLE TO HELP ME WHEN I ASK. I'LL BE<br />GRATEFUL.<br /><br />DO OFFER ME LOTS OF HUGS AND ENCOURAGEMENT.<br /><br />DO UNDERSTAND WHY I CANCEL PLANS AT THE LAST MINUTE. I NEVER KNOW FROM<br />ONE DAY TO THE NEXT HOW I WILL FEEL.CHIARI IS LIKE THAT.<br /><br />DO CONTINUE TO INVITE ME TO ALL THE ACTIVITIES. JUST BECAUSE I AM NOT<br />ABLE TO BIKE RIDE ALONG WITH THE GANG DOES NOT MEAN I CAN'T MEET YOU<br />FOR<br />THE PICNIC AT THE END OF THE TRAIL. PLEASE LET ME DECIDE<br /><br />AUTHOR UNKNOWN</span></span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-61088206075501118632007-10-10T10:18:00.002-07:002008-12-11T11:50:59.749-08:00Deep Thought<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5067g1-9N9kGI9MScVhRLUVUAGJbjjx42X8u7yDHrkUIeDYPWmIIeVqpt9MwgBNOdvjtAugDclV_zvkkWcYNVK99mCz9J5Psf63ZRedQsPrk_NC_Q7tXcd3cHmKuqaD_Ry_USEH06ZX2/s1600-h/blog36.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV5067g1-9N9kGI9MScVhRLUVUAGJbjjx42X8u7yDHrkUIeDYPWmIIeVqpt9MwgBNOdvjtAugDclV_zvkkWcYNVK99mCz9J5Psf63ZRedQsPrk_NC_Q7tXcd3cHmKuqaD_Ry_USEH06ZX2/s320/blog36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119758883969098082" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">When eating a popsicle while in your wagon, one often finds themselves in deep thought contemplating things like the universe or the Theory of Relativity or maybe just things like, 'how much popsicle has to drip on my stomach before dad sprays me off with the hose?'.</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-19800414410968845652007-10-10T10:18:00.001-07:002008-12-11T11:50:59.912-08:00got mud?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbDViSpbcgTXTG9GnlVQOp_tqZb38_4O0VGQWkCiQUKcNDgHsqZMx_eGDdAqCUVUbc3UxeOB_nOq04Lir5-CWy-tnLx6kBSNEMDHNT9qyUwAJKs2bcUMOQbT3_BcgHXHfauDeT_SeaD12/s1600-h/blog35.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbDViSpbcgTXTG9GnlVQOp_tqZb38_4O0VGQWkCiQUKcNDgHsqZMx_eGDdAqCUVUbc3UxeOB_nOq04Lir5-CWy-tnLx6kBSNEMDHNT9qyUwAJKs2bcUMOQbT3_BcgHXHfauDeT_SeaD12/s320/blog35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119758729350275410" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">I have no idea who these kids are, however when I saw them at the football game, I had to take a picture. They were soon seen getting scolded by their mothers. Hmm...I cannot understand why?</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-11552540776364498122007-10-10T10:17:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:51:00.060-08:00All Smiles! September 24, 2007<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mYiSxn6rvmYsfevL1ZzXpPYNeX8eoLFJZUC1O-fC6G9_g-UDKQy62qaM2ZwmB-_naDHAX3YrfHXdPALv99WLxfJL35K0LIPVQEq0jdrWqdI0uxCs8jeA2a87k58JiOMV3mtTpQcTgX3j/s1600-h/blog34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mYiSxn6rvmYsfevL1ZzXpPYNeX8eoLFJZUC1O-fC6G9_g-UDKQy62qaM2ZwmB-_naDHAX3YrfHXdPALv99WLxfJL35K0LIPVQEq0jdrWqdI0uxCs8jeA2a87k58JiOMV3mtTpQcTgX3j/s320/blog34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119758587616354626" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">This is Channing (on the right) and one of her friends on the Windsor Mighty Mites cheer squad. They cheered their team on to a glorious victory.</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-16432702943922880142007-10-10T10:16:00.002-07:002008-12-11T11:51:00.207-08:00Entry for September 24, 2007<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_WgqjHwDvLNR2VJZbvS6-xFzFMluuIew7fPcEbSNp7PqFE43d67PWxcLOZMDunCFPP-obOZw-Si2eLKZHZtZzSs7C9zn3WSWeAZOiedJ6CiZOLh_wBUmoLw8nTs78U0kOoWb2vjRrUhO/s1600-h/blog33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_WgqjHwDvLNR2VJZbvS6-xFzFMluuIew7fPcEbSNp7PqFE43d67PWxcLOZMDunCFPP-obOZw-Si2eLKZHZtZzSs7C9zn3WSWeAZOiedJ6CiZOLh_wBUmoLw8nTs78U0kOoWb2vjRrUhO/s320/blog33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119758402932760882" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><div class="y360EntryContent"><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Well, Terri hasn't entered a blog in a bit, so I thought I would do one for her. Things have been going pretty well, no complications and the incision is healing quite nicely. She is beginning to experience the all-to-common itching associated with the healing process.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">For the most part Terri does what she is supposed to do like rest, stay down, not attempt to do anything much but then we are talking about Terri who doesn't like to do those things. She does experience some pretty severe pain in odd areas of the back of her head, which are probably attributed to the surgery itself as most don't persist very long.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Terri's first 'big' outing was with her friend Roxy on a trip to the nail salon. Seems like it would be a pretty low key activity right? Well after what Terri had done, she quickly realized that it isn't so low key and she couldn't wait to get back home and as expected, she paid for the trip for the rest of the night.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Myself, I think I am finally getting over my cold as are Austin, Channing and little Macee. The first week back from Colorado was not the best time for all of us (with the exception of Terri thank God) to get sick. Trying to keep the kids away from Terri and Terri away from the kids was no easy task. I am back at work full-time now, playing catch up and as strange as it sounds, getting some rest.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Austin's team the Windsor Knights played the Sonoma Dragons yesterday in Sonoma and trounced them 36-7. Austin play's noseguard and also defensively on special teams during kickoff. During one attempted return, three Dragon players who had just gotten the ball under control had almost gotten to their feet to begin the run-back. What they failed to see was Austin running full speed, slipping past every opposing player in his path, who absolutely hit the three of them like a freight train laying them out like falling timber. All you heard across the crowd was, 'ooooohhhhhh'. I believe all three players are expected to make a full recovery. The devilish smile on Austin's face said it all, 'when the three of them looked up, they realized it was just me standing there, just Austin, the Hammer'.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Channning's team performed equally well. Channing and the rest of her cheer team made sure to keep the boys fired up and the crowd cheering. I am always amazed at how many cheers those six and seven year old girls can remember. In fact, I asked the cheer coach, 'so these girls know like 20-25 different cheers?'. She replied, 'no they actually know around 50 of them'. Now that is simply amazing. Even though I have been at most of her cheer practices and she practices all the time at home, I maybe remember three or four.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Macee is fitting in really well at Little One's Christian pre-school. The school is the same one attended by both Austin and Channing before her so we know all of the teacher's and the owner very well. In fact, Terri does the books and payroll for the school so we trade for tuition, which works out quite nicely.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Terri will be returning to Colorado to meet with Dr. Oro for her first follow up appointment in mid November. She currently has an application into Southwest Airlines for their free medical transportation program. I think if they accept you, you get one or maybe two free trips a year.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">I would again like to say thanks to those families who have brought us dinner those many nights, it has been a big help.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">I would like to say a special great big thanks to our church family for all of their support and prayers. God is so big that is truely blows me away.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">May this blog find you all happy, healthy and blessed. God has and continues to bless us in amazing ways each and every day.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">In His Service,</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">MIke</span></p></div></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-73022523746528082162007-10-10T10:16:00.001-07:002007-10-10T10:16:43.577-07:00Entry for September 16, 2007<span class="text"><div class="y360EntryContent"><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">This is the first Blog Entry that I have actually written, so I guess it is only appropriate to thank my dear husband Mike for keeping you all up to date. He has been great to me through this whole thing, and so has his work... You know who you are :) </span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">I have been home from Colorado about a week now, and today I started to get a little too sure of myself - and a little case of cabin fever). Since I had missed the last two football games and cheer performances, I was determined to go. Chan's game was from 9 - 11 and Austin's from 11 - 1. I let Mike take them to the field and I was planning on going to Chan's 1/2 time performance and then watch about one quarter of Austin's game. Well, by the time I got from the car to the stands, I was ready to go home. It hurt!! But, I toughed it out thanks to a walker and a neck brace. Just after half time, Mike checked on Austin and he was too sick to even make it through warm ups. As sad as I was that he was sick.... I was elated that I could go home.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">This week we have been so blessed with people bringing us meals and asking if they can help and just calling to check in. There are so many more that I have not been able to contact yet. I am hoping to get in tough with each of you this week. If you are reading this and wondering if you should call.. please do!! I would LOVE to hear from you.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Austin (other than being sick) has been great. He is always willing to help. Channing, she is being a great big helper too. She use to say she wanted to be a doctor... who knows maybe she will come up with a cure for Chiair. Macee on the other hand, wants nothing to do with me. OK, I know she is only 17 months, but still. I want to be with her. I want her to come to me and just WANT me to pick her up, but she just wants dad. Oh well, maybe soon she will change and remember that I was the one that carried her for 9 months :)</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">I hope you all have a great night. Love your family, hug your kids, and don't forget your friends.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">God bless you all,</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Terri</span></p></div></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-9849375537130167432007-10-10T10:15:00.002-07:002008-12-11T11:51:00.329-08:00Staples out day 11<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlf4yrTHbJUUx6Yp4R0UrSCT59WvJ_EKAugxoUAETpKrytQO1Nm0m8mGaa2xdNZFkos3tvFZnXaZBZwOt8w8gJKnrjTF7TtYy9cD7hSxW6jgVl4kJMrrzd5tfFA0zBmRzmek6V69D16Qmk/s1600-h/blog32.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlf4yrTHbJUUx6Yp4R0UrSCT59WvJ_EKAugxoUAETpKrytQO1Nm0m8mGaa2xdNZFkos3tvFZnXaZBZwOt8w8gJKnrjTF7TtYy9cD7hSxW6jgVl4kJMrrzd5tfFA0zBmRzmek6V69D16Qmk/s320/blog32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119758097990082850" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><div class="y360EntryContent"><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Ok, it is day 11 and Terri just had her staples taken out. What she expected to be a painful process was actually not painful at all. She is still in a lot of pain and not getting around to much but she is making progress a little more each day. She still has a road ahead of her but she knows the road does end. Me, I am just trying to hold the house together. Austin our oldest, just came down with Strep throat so he is on lockdown in his room since we really don't want anyone else getting it, especially Terri. I try to catch some sleep when I can, some days are harder than others but that's life. </span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Well that's all for now, I hope this blog finds you all well and blessed.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Take care,</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Mike</span></p></div></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-54961238043682566012007-10-10T10:15:00.001-07:002008-12-11T11:51:00.580-08:00Terri and Zipper Kid's zippers!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA65Uju9v37B-s5u3mPm4i_z8QxdsCeV_cT7Amv_v7tziRjDrYHE-fwBBM80yic1rseet6MdfRhE5PVVuZPpPux8uAj4Yi3jJu96S9fecLHNS8BR4s4GWCKFkhSuYhhLhp_fIUflyirlPY/s1600-h/blog31.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA65Uju9v37B-s5u3mPm4i_z8QxdsCeV_cT7Amv_v7tziRjDrYHE-fwBBM80yic1rseet6MdfRhE5PVVuZPpPux8uAj4Yi3jJu96S9fecLHNS8BR4s4GWCKFkhSuYhhLhp_fIUflyirlPY/s320/blog31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119757982025965842" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Here is a shot of Terri and her sidekick Zipper Kid showing off their zippers.</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-68538248344506765152007-10-10T10:14:00.003-07:002008-12-11T11:51:00.738-08:00Introducing the Zipper Kid<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGAd5dVtB1OVVvB5EDxU8t9sRt94L7tNu3EwrS91mCgeZ0XYnQF01IH-_Occhskg1m1Y8PHLkROKRDi4u_88Tbn7xPje1digoHCr_cVY8K9GVaeN4IizBCYWhtTdD4U0FFCAPiUvkEBvyU/s1600-h/blog30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGAd5dVtB1OVVvB5EDxU8t9sRt94L7tNu3EwrS91mCgeZ0XYnQF01IH-_Occhskg1m1Y8PHLkROKRDi4u_88Tbn7xPje1digoHCr_cVY8K9GVaeN4IizBCYWhtTdD4U0FFCAPiUvkEBvyU/s320/blog30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119757775867535618" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Well its the night before Terri is to get her staples out. My great friend Matt has just brought us Kentucky Fried chicken for dinner. Oh and he brought something else. He is so damn funny and has a great mind for creativity. He brought Terri a Cabbage Patch doll and when Terri opened it up, as you can see from the photo, Matt had shaved the back of it's head and yes glued a zipper to it. Terri and I were cracking up.</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-3714255208481118662007-10-10T10:14:00.001-07:002008-12-11T11:51:00.926-08:00Home at last!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPEw2gkpNGqdof2LXroIISOPT6Jx0CzEZPHHBwqskhig2DOP8zl88hfDllnBBEm32aD70WWf27BG5NtfkXSEDBDArCNinGZGralRYKObmDmKcmGMCdOLpOXSE-8PbgrMgji_R5z-3diT3/s1600-h/blog29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPEw2gkpNGqdof2LXroIISOPT6Jx0CzEZPHHBwqskhig2DOP8zl88hfDllnBBEm32aD70WWf27BG5NtfkXSEDBDArCNinGZGralRYKObmDmKcmGMCdOLpOXSE-8PbgrMgji_R5z-3diT3/s320/blog29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119757664198385906" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><div class="y360EntryContent"><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">As I sit here finally getting to update the blog, Terri is sleeping just across the room where I set up her new bed (downstairs) for at least the next month. She still wakes up pretty regularly, because the medicine wears off, but now that she is home she seems to be getting some much needed deep sleep. I know that it is deep sleep because I can't hear the television through her snoring :). The plan rides home turned out to be much less terrible than we expected. The take-offs were fine, the landings were not very nice. We figured out that I could brace her pretty well with my arm just below her neck against the neck brace to limit her head from bouncing back and forth too much when we touched down. Actually the worst thing was one of the airport workers who was supposed to push her in the wheel chair when we got off the plane. After nearly getting airborne on a couple of inclines on the ramps out of the plane, I finally and not so politely took control of the wheel chair dispatching the person to more fit duties like moping or sweeping or whatever would be a better fit. There were some tense nerves and I found out a lot of bumps on highway 101 I never realized were there, but we did get home. </span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Now starts the road to recovery and that in and of itself will have its ups and downs. However, with a lot of support, which we have, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. </span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">The kids are great and very happy to see us, especially little Macee who was grinning from ear to ear. It was great to have the kids read the letters and post-cards we sent them especially since they arrived today when we did...lol. Gotta love the U.S. Postal Service or is it 'Lack of Service'?</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Well blog readers wherever you are at, it is time for me to got to bed. I am 100% wiped out.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Good Night.</span></p></div></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-91556313383460425512007-10-10T10:13:00.003-07:002008-12-11T11:51:01.111-08:00Going, going, gone!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMM_PPIk3Tqlaov4rTslzsNomxzYmncu7w2uzd7qdLtgEbDlcc1krFPorrNqWpZLQ9zoEpeJeSI8_3AgbzWC0NamWkFpVlS5FafXiK5VVw5I7ldo5vUmWE2zfoWY3kF0OVjTQ4_UA2UGub/s1600-h/blog28.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMM_PPIk3Tqlaov4rTslzsNomxzYmncu7w2uzd7qdLtgEbDlcc1krFPorrNqWpZLQ9zoEpeJeSI8_3AgbzWC0NamWkFpVlS5FafXiK5VVw5I7ldo5vUmWE2zfoWY3kF0OVjTQ4_UA2UGub/s320/blog28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119757543939301602" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><div class="y360EntryContent"><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Finally the day arrives, we are going home. This is Terri in Salt Lake, where we had a two hour layover. Well we made it home safe and sound. Everything worked out better they we could have asked for. We owe that first and foremost to God who has been there though all of this (though is always is). We also want to thank all of the family and friends who made this possible. My mom and those who helped her out like Alana and Roxy, for watching our great kids, keeping them safe, sound, fed and happy. Terri's mom for getting us to and from the airport. Carine for arranging the plane tickets, Jim and Mary for opening their home. For all of you that helped with the kids, major logistical stuff, finances and prayer we cannot thank you enough, this is was an amazing opportunity for Terri to get back a life free from pain, which in turn gives us a chance for a stronger family. ALL of your help is priceless!</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">God Bless and keep you all.</span></p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Mike and Terri</span></p></div></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-88632637943047167632007-10-10T10:13:00.001-07:002008-12-11T11:51:01.268-08:00Our wonderful family in Colorado, the White's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiASSUaXm6sjhgLVJMLXARsL06TcuKTFrCK3mLLpfESILegpHCnIAAjCYojkGJewgHJRMtOa3j45PdDyk6h96swopvUKky9huGj4yHWlq_ouWbO-s46QeiRwpYpGyk8hfEjaZ3Hm_uO9kF3/s1600-h/blog27.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiASSUaXm6sjhgLVJMLXARsL06TcuKTFrCK3mLLpfESILegpHCnIAAjCYojkGJewgHJRMtOa3j45PdDyk6h96swopvUKky9huGj4yHWlq_ouWbO-s46QeiRwpYpGyk8hfEjaZ3Hm_uO9kF3/s320/blog27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119757432270151890" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">This is Mike [Me] and my cousin's Jim and Mary White. Jim's father (Great Uncle Happy) is my grandmother Grace's brother. They are simply awesome people. They opened their house to us without ever having met us. Now that says a great deal about them and how they value family. In fact this was the first time I have ever met my grandmother's side of the family, something I have always wanted to do. Most of them (and there are a lot of them) still reside in the state of Colorado, where they were all born. They were wonderful hosts to us in a very difficult time. Jim is great with his infectious laugh and his love of sports and his kids and grandkids. Mary his lovely wife and a very sweet Italian woman, always made sure we had enough to eat (and it was all amazing). The both made every effort to feel right at home and comfortable. It is amazing to have your family be filled out like that is such a short period of time. On the first day we arrived, they had other members of the family come over to meet us. They too, were all wonderful. Now that we have met, we plan to return when Terri is better so that we can spend some more time really getting to know them and also to bring Austin, Channing and Macee to meet them as well.</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-41554200505966421002007-10-10T10:12:00.002-07:002008-12-11T11:51:01.403-08:00Terri incision day 7<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbpWa1TN_exHpT-6Z_ggz14BOEmtT0diNGLYyF82TQkLMEi_CeL029wBLfHP-s2AIL9ZVpkRopGHfYNBGjc5zSaBKt466oGgvzVOtQtVNyOY8y55tCAjEy4TryK6RYu1OjaPZjPCmYfyw/s1600-h/blog26.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbpWa1TN_exHpT-6Z_ggz14BOEmtT0diNGLYyF82TQkLMEi_CeL029wBLfHP-s2AIL9ZVpkRopGHfYNBGjc5zSaBKt466oGgvzVOtQtVNyOY8y55tCAjEy4TryK6RYu1OjaPZjPCmYfyw/s320/blog26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119757303421132994" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;"><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Terri's incision is still looking great and you can still see the black marks from what I think is a Sharpie marker!</span> Hey Dr. Oro, I know art time is fun and all but at least draw some flowers or maybe a sunset or something like that!</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-81053223119662301852007-10-10T10:12:00.001-07:002008-12-11T11:51:01.648-08:00Sorry, wrong room!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0NibLGSLhavOdCz2M1xRZed3fhhU6AYFNjZX1o56l-Ud7wsUaIJt3TFh3nP5eXWSy6IeV0b-G2acdYzWWzo8CA_Dx04NI7wHe4Em0Z0i7xcyT5sjX9fj4POX0vPUsFTYugfSbf5WeUZbr/s1600-h/blog25.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0NibLGSLhavOdCz2M1xRZed3fhhU6AYFNjZX1o56l-Ud7wsUaIJt3TFh3nP5eXWSy6IeV0b-G2acdYzWWzo8CA_Dx04NI7wHe4Em0Z0i7xcyT5sjX9fj4POX0vPUsFTYugfSbf5WeUZbr/s320/blog25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119757157392244914" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">This is what you look like if you accidentally walk into the wrong room where they are performing a proctology exam</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-13035155039557171292007-10-10T10:11:00.002-07:002008-12-11T11:51:01.833-08:00Wonder where the nickname 'Zipper Head' comes from?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ38SHKtpwYPHMljxZH8qyZgP5FVPYALDjH6pJEvPkoyqqt49TzHmvKF0VbUCqd-LNOLB2-G5t41hqr24cRarCG-UfoGbWfM_VHtSolPc7P84yGgoyDzCiSMT2w7zLbp4OsSRohTj3ZgUt/s1600-h/blog24.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ38SHKtpwYPHMljxZH8qyZgP5FVPYALDjH6pJEvPkoyqqt49TzHmvKF0VbUCqd-LNOLB2-G5t41hqr24cRarCG-UfoGbWfM_VHtSolPc7P84yGgoyDzCiSMT2w7zLbp4OsSRohTj3ZgUt/s320/blog24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119757058607997090" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Here is Terri and Joleen showing off their new 'zippers'. Though it might sound mean, people that have had decompression surgery to correct Chiari Malformation do refer to themselves as 'Zipper Heads'. So if you say, 'Hey you, zipper head', don't be surprised if they say, 'why thank you, you are looking at the most expensive zipper you can buy!'.</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-41394434198965216232007-10-10T10:11:00.001-07:002008-12-11T11:51:02.043-08:00Terri and Joleen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvlTy00QxXPYK6YUO4t1Rv-DDvl5wNtSPQCl-PNkFkxlGe5AQaAn5zHo-wrX2hlasgSa5wL9PrqpBPysJeCFhjvFva-gXNI0u0GasHbk16CyYWvjHjlTz-XUiRh8c18uXG1LD3kWP0Aap/s1600-h/blog23.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvlTy00QxXPYK6YUO4t1Rv-DDvl5wNtSPQCl-PNkFkxlGe5AQaAn5zHo-wrX2hlasgSa5wL9PrqpBPysJeCFhjvFva-gXNI0u0GasHbk16CyYWvjHjlTz-XUiRh8c18uXG1LD3kWP0Aap/s320/blog23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119756951233814674" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Wouldn't you know it, someone Terri has been corresponding with prior to surgery got her surgery from the uber talented Dr. Oro just a couple days after Terri had her's. Joleen had the same surgery as Terri. Joleen and her husband Brian came all the way from New Mexico and they drove!! Best of luck to Joleen and her family on her speedy recovery. Look soon for Joleen to get her own page with her bio and recovery on ChiariChamps.com!</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-13014604755783810482007-10-10T10:10:00.002-07:002008-12-11T11:51:02.266-08:00Terri's favorite nurse Kim<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyE9t9IC_a4eNpIEkrC9R2nri_SRGBEK4EaEAv34C_qluks4-0L8nLfcaqjkMsKeRauzz4wS-_eCkxAQimyhuEXtLhYm6joD5s6p_JBWBiiGaeukBVFgkL1ENu1X7kpFPkBm7nCkikRTgM/s1600-h/blog22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyE9t9IC_a4eNpIEkrC9R2nri_SRGBEK4EaEAv34C_qluks4-0L8nLfcaqjkMsKeRauzz4wS-_eCkxAQimyhuEXtLhYm6joD5s6p_JBWBiiGaeukBVFgkL1ENu1X7kpFPkBm7nCkikRTgM/s320/blog22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119756835269697666" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">There were a few pretty bad nurses (Dr. Oro was quick to straighten them out and we never saw them again) but then there was an awesome nurse, Kim!! She was really great with Terri. She has a great bed-side manner, personality and sense of humor.</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-43960146324782982652007-10-10T10:10:00.001-07:002008-12-11T11:51:02.479-08:00Ruth - Dr. Oro's right hand nurse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrxKq-Xy7YEsNSA5xckfxKIZ4ADLxhtYHSZiQrztEYtYK0-Y_exkH4ntNNE3YRleAPLQimfV_G2NBN_KY2HX7qaQAR40_YlxMmbYrQI9njonuXjWOxG6ocV9ZaabJF3iiTopsYgBIEgNa/s1600-h/blog21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrxKq-Xy7YEsNSA5xckfxKIZ4ADLxhtYHSZiQrztEYtYK0-Y_exkH4ntNNE3YRleAPLQimfV_G2NBN_KY2HX7qaQAR40_YlxMmbYrQI9njonuXjWOxG6ocV9ZaabJF3iiTopsYgBIEgNa/s320/blog21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119756715010613362" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">This is Ruth who is Dr. Oro's right hand, she is additionally responsible for making this whole process as smooth as possible. She is absolutely amazing.</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462431785249802943.post-82222904683896383292007-10-10T10:09:00.002-07:002008-12-11T11:51:02.593-08:00Terri walks with Dr. Oro<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30Mfob-RQ11l3rfA6Dbewo83b3o3E6S9tSK3qj1j7hbLbWdYyoLILqsJ-vzCln9iqukKLIFJFQVHpF4ZKRDk9iLn-HiIPX3xG2b8UoV90l5JFrk0Q2U2Dp2nN1eaZBTQuqbvbAb0PQFm7/s1600-h/blog20.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30Mfob-RQ11l3rfA6Dbewo83b3o3E6S9tSK3qj1j7hbLbWdYyoLILqsJ-vzCln9iqukKLIFJFQVHpF4ZKRDk9iLn-HiIPX3xG2b8UoV90l5JFrk0Q2U2Dp2nN1eaZBTQuqbvbAb0PQFm7/s320/blog20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119756586161594466" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="text"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;color:#006699;">Terri is on a short walk to improve her balance and mobility. She is accompanied by Dr. Oro and the PT nurse.</span></span>Terrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734946424036800167noreply@blogger.com0