Feb 25 2010
The care and feeding of Zac and restoring his kidney health and continuing with my business . . .
Life of an entrepreneur business woman/mom with eight kids, who also just happens to be divorced, complicating matters all the more, has it’s full days to say the least.
Here’s my day…
1) Did a bunch of work on my computer in the morning, then off to a several hour, productive, meeting throughout the afternoon.
2) Then off to cook and clean up a healthy meal for Zac, and Ben: Boiled chicken thighs, Angel Hair pasta, mushrooms, asparagus, broccoli, green beans. (The other children weren’t there as they had gone with their father to Sarah’s first night for her ballet performance.) And, again, I have to say, Zac is doing so well with his diet and I’m so proud of him. Prior to this he refused to eat chicken and most vegetables and now he barely complains. Thankfully. Tonight he was telling me tonight how amazed he is that I can do so much with so little. The “so little” is due to the limited amount of foods he is allowed. The dietician handed us three, yes count them three seperate diets. One for low sodium, one for low potassium, and one for Hemodialysis which is low sodium, low potassium, low phosphorus. Now, what I have to do is cross check each for what he can and can’t eat. By the time I’m done the list is, more than narrow. Thankfully I spent 23 years cooking a whole food diet for my family. And thankfully I’ve always been good at “doing a lot with a little”. One thing I’m good with is food. It’s something that I’ve developed over the years. I wasn’t born with it by any means. And we’ll just ignore the first time I made homemade french fries and a column of fire, the width of the pan, shot to the ceiling and wouldn’t quit till I got the courage to lift the fry pan out of the pan. Then my landlord came five minutes after this event and I wouldn’t open the door. I just talked through it, to his annoyance. But how could I? The place was filled with smoke!
4) Went to Walmart to grocery shop for meals for Zac.
5) Took groceries back to his home. Left the groceries on the kitchen floor since the last time I shopped his father said, “You spent forty dollars grocery shopping, supposedly for food, but I haven’t seen any.” This time I let him know, “I was going to put the groceries away, but I left them for you so that you can see them this time.” That’s what happens when you primarily shop the produce section.
6) Took one of John Solomon’s prints to France’s home so she can take it to the office tomorrow for the woman who ordered it.
7) Finally got my mail, after not picking it up for two weeks, and I’m overdue on my power bill…again. I don’t know what it is about paying my power bill.
Did some cleaning around my apartment. I love it after I clean. And although I love it and I know that cleaning is next to Godliness I just wish someone else could get this part of the “Godly”.
9) Sat down to blog, smiled, and my lips cracked.
Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane
-oh, Zac went to school today. He said it felt weird after he had missed so many days and one of his friends said they thought he had died and happy to see him again. Although he laughed I could tell he felt touched.
-I just remembered earlier I decided I was going to talk more about my mom, me, and my healing and then forgot, tomorrow I’ll do that
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Sorry I haven’t been responding textually. I arrived at my Mom’s just in time to take care of her. She only has a bad cold, but because she’s 80, cancer survivor (so far) and with cardiac problems, it put her on her back. These stubborn midwesterners! She wouldn’t eat, drink, or take meds. At least she slept a lot and drank some water when I hassled her enough. Today I got her to eat a bit and drink some fruit juice.
I have been reading your latest chapters, and I think you are all heroes. Even when I can’t write, I’m still on the back of the dragon next to yours, keeping pace.
Good to hear from you. I wish your mom was feeling better. I’ll hold it in my heart that she will eat, drink, take her meds and feel better.
Theresa Jane