I'm not complaining...

I'm not complaining, but I'm not too excited to take Jake up to the hospital tomorrow.  His counts have bottomed out again!  He is getting transfusions and platelets in the morning.  I don't mind going up to the hospital, but Jake hates it...I guess because it takes so long...or maybe it's the pokes or the throwing up he doesn't like.  It couldn't be the fabulously comfortable chairs he gets to sit in for hours at a time (oh wait!  That sounds like complaining!).

The people at the clinic are great and try their best to make Jake comfortable...but after 23 weeks of treatments, I can't blame him.  Bummer we couldn't have been there when the Jazz make their annual visit!  I used to work up there when Jerry Sloan was the asst. coach and Frank Layden was the head coach.  We had our picture taken with Frank the day before he announced his retirement.  The players are just super with the kids!  Mark Eaton is taller than he looks and Carl Malone is actually a very nice guy!  John Stockton was very quiet, but super nice, as was Jeff Hornacek and Blue Edwards...but I digress...

Well, whatever...(whatever was voted the most annoying word in 2010...fyi), we'll make the best of it!  To change the subject, I received a Willow Tree Angel of Light last night from the Children with Cancer Christmas Foundation.  They gave Dave a tool set and we got a Christmas Turkey!  Way cool!  The two younger boys got to pick out a present to keep or give to someone else.  The night before, they had a party where they let us pick a few nice gifts for Mike and Spencer and they were super nice and got some awesome stuff to surprise Jake and John with Christmas morning.  Dave and I were so surprised and grateful for the generations of strangers!  Seriously, I gasped out loud when I saw what the got for Jake! (then the grateful tears..)  I can't wait to see Jake's face when he opens it!  I'll try to record it and post it so you can all see next week.

I have to admit, I love that all my primary kids have been bringing me little treats and presents and notes.  I teach the 8 year olds.  Here are the last two:  Dear Sister Holiday,  I love you.  I'm going to miss you.  Thanks for all you do to us.  Sencery, Makayla

To Sis. Holladay, Your Awesome! From Mike

I'll be their teacher for 2 more weeks!  I love to watch these kids grow up!  I asked them a couple months ago who threw fits still.  Most of them raised their hands.  I then informed them that they are too grown up to throw fits.  Some of them were surprised, but perhaps their parents will be happy to know that for the most part, they were very respectful all year and tried the hardest to be reverent when they were suppose to.  If at times they were restless and forgot, they were quick to obey when I gently reminded them of the behavior I expected from them.  Usually it only took a tussle of their hair or a little hug or sometimes the "reverent R".  They all know that I love them and they had no problem being awesome!