So everyone knows how much a gal loves to accessorize, right? Jen is a perfect example of this (has anyone SEEN this girls’ jewels?!). She’s dripping in diamonds and 14,000 bracelets on any given day. Or on EVERY given day, rather. We had a great conversation about this on Monday because our friend, Amy, always seems to coordinate her jewelry perfectly with whatever she’s wearing. And she has 4 kids. I can barely make it out of the house in anything other than workout clothes and maybe a pair of fake studs. And I have one less kid.
Anyway, the point being that Jen noticed the next day when I stepped up my game and swapped out my fakes for the real deal because I finally took time to transfer the one and only pair of earring backs I have from one pair to the other. And that even wore me out. But nonetheless I got props and it reconfirmed to me that Jen is an accessory lover of sorts.
Well, when Dr. O suggested that Jen might need to start using a cane because of the fragility of her hips, any old (lady) cane was not going to do. We had the best time searching for CANES online (seriously, we did) and came up with this little number.
I’m not joking. This is going to be Jen’s new accessory and Dr. O said she should name it. So…if anyone has any suggestions please let her know. (This reminds me of when I was in elementary school and the Dallas Zoo got a new baby panda. Or maybe it was a giraffe. Either way, our class submitted names for the contest and it was all kinds of fun thinking mine might be chosen. It wasn’t. But knock yourself out with those names.)
In other news, Jen also thought the fuzz growing in on her hair was a little too black for her liking, so this happened.
I love this pic for so many reasons, but mainly because it corroborates what I was saying about Amy’s jewels and Jen’s bracelets.
After the salon party, Jen was much happier with her shimmer from a box. However, because she is now starting a new chemo (and actually had her first round at 10pm one night this week), this shiny new fuzz will soon be gone. But the memories and laughs WILL NOT, I assure you.
And speaking of memories and laughs, during a riveting conversation this week there was a knock on the hospital door. A lovely Baylor volunteer named Mary came in with her mobile harp (who knew this was a thing?!) and asked if Jen would like for her to play. I was certain it was going to be a ‘no’ because we still had a lot of ground to cover. However, Jen sweetly said ‘please come in – I’d love to hear some hymns’. And that proves Jen is either nicer than I am or more of a people pleaser, cause I’m gonna be honest I was ready to finish our conversation. It was surprisingly beautiful, however, and I found myself glad that Jen was either nicer than I was or a people pleaser. The only bad news was that Jen had just taken a little concoction of things to help her bowels move and Mary wasn’t about to let up on ‘How Great Thou Art.’ See Jen? It’s okay to say NO.
All kidding aside, Jen is still in the hospital and still in pain. She pushes that morphine drip like a man mowing his yard on a Saturday morning in spring. (Not really, but I got going on the analogy and could’t stop myself). But she is STILL IN PAIN. Her palliative care doctor, Dr. Casanova (I just love saying that), visited a lot this week and let her know that she would most likely not be leaving the hospital until early next week. She is settling in, however, and this stay is not nearly as awful as the one in November. Jen is even doing her taxes in bed and not antsy to leave. And Scott has his mobile office all set up in the room as well, complete with a laptop and blueprints. I wasn’t trying to be nosy, but I know someone has got a fancy master bathroom on the horizon.
As for little Linc, he is doing REALLY well with Stephanie, Mandy and lots of other friends. I’d say SOMEONE is having a riveting conversation of their own on this trampoline here.
I really want to tell Linc’s little friend (I think this is Andrew) to speak quickly because if a nice lady with a harp comes around the corner, you might not be able to finish those thoughts!!!
Here’s another sweet pic of Linc’s rendition of SPRING SLEDDING:
Lincoln is doing well on his visits to the hospital. He did tell Jen, ‘I don’t like your doctors because they keep you away from me.’ And to that I say AMEN LINCOLN! This precious little soul has experienced so much more than most 4 year olds, but the Lord is always quick to remind me that He has very unique plans for Lincoln and that all of this is just training ground for the finished product. I had a good cry with Jen about missing my time with Lincoln. I get the benefit of being with HER so often which I do not take for granted, but my heart breaks that my bond with the little man is not nearly as strong as it once was because of our lack of time together. I know the Lord will work that one out as well in time, but it’s these kinds of emotions that you can’t prepare your heart for. So thank you to Stephanie, Mandy, Jenn, Molly, Cynthia, Jane, Gigi, Miriam, Lezley, etc. etc. etc. (there are so many I can’t even list them all) for swooping in and LOVING Lincoln through this difficult time.
And to all of YOU, thank you for continuing to love all 3 of the Clouses. Tears are streaming down my cheeks right now because of the beautiful way you show them how you care. It’s unbelievably touching and so completely overwhelming. Much like our Father’s love for us. I’m just thankful He’s making that so tangible right now.
Well…how I got from a champagne pink cane to a sobbing mess so quickly is lost on me. I guess this is just how the cancer journey goes. Thanks for hanging in there with us.
God speed and good accessories,
Jamie (aka B)