The Hope of Spring

I always enjoy Springtime when the buds come out on trees and bulbs push their way up through the dirt to burst into colorful blooms. It is life affirming to me. Hopeful. There is a plan that all of nature follows. Year after year. It reminds me that a higher power than ourselves is keeping everything on course. 

This year, Spring made itself known early. We’ve already had daffodils, tulip trees, forsythia, red buds, and this week, dogwoods, blooming. But I’ve been distracted by events happening hundreds of miles away in an ICU in a medical center in Iowa. 

Since January 14th, my 35 year-old nephew has been battling against horrific odds to stay alive. He was admitted with pancreatitis and diagnosed with SUD. For those of you non-medical people, like me, that means Substance Use Disorder. His substance is alcohol. The same demon that plagued his father. 

This 8 week ICU stay has included fourteen surgeries: complete removal of his colon (large intestine); removal of part of his pancreas; and removal of part of his small intestine resulting in an ileostomy. There have been dozens of units of blood, clotting factor, and plasma given. Heroic efforts have been made to stop his internal bleeding and to close and mange the incision in some fashion, difficult to do after so many times into the same incision. He ran dramatically high levels of lactic acid. Has been on tube feedings. Has had IV blood pressure support and dialysis to stay alive. He was intubated for an extended time resulting in damage to his vocal cords making him unable to speak. He was on a ventilator to assist his breathing for awhile and had a tracheostomy placed to support the ventilator use,  also for comfort and to give his vocal cords some relief from having a tube down his throat. Then when things seemed to be improving they discovered he had a super-bug that would require a strong antibiotic to combat. He has been blessed with extraordinarily talented surgeons and medical staff. 

His wife and mother (A PhD Nurse Practitioner) have lived at his bedside as much as possible. (His wife has had to go to work and care for their 12 year old and two 8 year olds). They have kept over four hundred people “in the loop” on his daily situation through a marvelous site called Caring Bridge. It was set up specifically for families needing to update friends and loved ones during a medical crisis in a secure, private way. It is a free service that depends upon donations to continue their wonderful work. Because of this link, people literally around the world have been able to share their prayers and love to strengthen my nephew, my sister, and their family.

So why am I sharing this story with you? There are several reasons: 

If you are a substance user who can’t stop, whether it is alcohol or something else—please get help. Please don’t let it get to the point my nephew did. Look to Alcoholics Anonymous, your personal physician, Google your substance of choice and find out where to get help in your area. You aren’t only harming yourself. You are hurting your family, your friends. No one can make you stop. No one can force you to get treatment. You have to step up and recognize your personal responsibilities and treat your disease (SUD). I don’t want anyone to go through what my nephew is. He wants to live. He has a strong will to go forward. I wish he had reached out for help, rather than trying to go it on his own, and getting into a life-threatening situation. Protect yourself.

If someone you love has a substance use disorder disease, support them in their struggle and encourage them to find help. Knowing they are loved can only help.   

If you are a blood donor, God Bless you. In large part because of blood donors my nephew has made it this far. If you’ve never donated blood or plasma, think about it. It is truly a life giving gift. 

If you have a family member in a medical crisis, look at www.caringbridge.org. They do amazing work. With one post you can securely communicate with everyone at a time when you’re too exhausted mentally and physically to keep telling the story over and over.    

I believe my nephew has been blessed with countless miracles during this hospitalization because there is a strong wave of prayer constantly going to ask God for strength, for healing, and for peace. I don’t know what the destination at the end of his journey will be. Make no mistake, there is still a long road to recovery or he could leave us tomorrow despite everything.  I do know that God has held him close, wrapped him in love, and given wisdom and compassion to his caregivers. My prayer is that everyone involved in these daily miracles will recognize that God is good and He has a plan for my nephew that only He knows. Thanks to all of you who have been praying for my nephew and who have been holding my sister and her husband, my nephew’s wife and children, and me up with your loving prayers.

So as Spring brings nature’s renewal to us, I continue to hope and pray for strength for the days ahead for my nephew and all his family.   

The Gift of Family

The best gift I got was when my sister, Lori, was born. She was the first of my nine siblings. I love being part of a large and loving family. The second wonderful gift I got was when I married my husband and became part of his, then much smaller, family. Holidays are a time when I especially think about both of those amazing gifts of love.

When I married we began the tradition of one year with my family at Christmas and the next with my in-laws. As my siblings married, they fell into the same rotation so we could, hopefully, all be together at least every other year at Christmas. It worked well until my parents divorced. Initially, my mother moved to California, but once she came back to the Midwest, every other year split between Mother’s or Daddy’s. A little more complicated bookkeeping, but manageable. As grandchildren arrived, schedules became more unwieldy and some years we weren’t all together.

Since I’ve lost both my parents, my family focuses on summertime reunions to try to get together or the occasional Schnepper girl weekend somewhere warm in winter–but that is just siblings and spouses. The last time all my siblings were together was for a funeral years ago. In Canada. It makes me sad but time marches on and weaving together everyone’s schedules and managing within their means can be very hard.

My husband’s family started small and grew prolifically. He was the baby with only one brother and one sister–both much older. His sister has two married children and one grandchild. His brother had one son and two girls who are all married and have taken then Biblical directive to go forth and multiply quite seriously. Most of them live in or near the small town my husband grew up in. That fact makes orchestrating a gathering slightly easier but everyone still has to make the effort to come together.

Last week we celebrated an early Christmas at a Mexican restaurant with my husband’s family. We couldn’t find a free day for 100% of the target attendees but we did for most of them. People who had to work or conduct youth group managed to get together and visit with us before the main event. We so appreciated their efforts to see us while we were in town. We missed those who lived farther away but many of them had been home at Thanksgiving this year. There were thirty-eight of us for dinner. Lots of hugs. Lots of smiles. And Christmas joy at being together as a family. We were in a separate room off the main dining room so we could move around to talk. It was wonderful. Our Christmas celebration on the day will be just the two of us this year starting a new tradition.

I know that everyone can’t get to see their families at this blessed time of year. Distance, work, sickness, financial worries–all put up impediments to getting together. I hope you’ll consider making a family experience with the friends who are near or volunteer to help someone who is alone and share the love you have. Embrace the joy of the season and let it shine from your heart!

As Tiny Tim would say, “God bless us every one!” Merry Christmas to you! May the New Year bring you peace and happiness.

Happiness is a Hug!

The old song says that love makes the world go round. That is true but it is a hug that proves you’re truly loved! During the pandemic, I didn’t see alot of the huggers in my life. When I finally got to start seeing family and friends again, the hugs felt so good they brought tears to my eyes.

This past weekend I got caught up on some of my family hugs at the reunion for my dad’s side of the family that’s held on my grandparent’s former farm which is now a winery.

I hadn’t seen most of my siblings since January 2020 – some even longer ago than that. This reunion was more sparsely attended by my immediate family due to graduations, car problems, moving adventures, illnesses and the closed Canadian border. But three of my sisters, several nieces, nephews, in laws and greats were there for the fun. With my dad’s three remaining siblings – two uncles and an aunt – and a plethora of cousins of all ages – there were 53 of us. Not bad for the first post pandemic reunion.

Laughter rang through the winery and across the fields of lush green grapevines in the vineyard. There was so much food – we could have catered four more reunions! The day sparkled with abundant sunshine after several days of cold and dreary skies. There was wine tasting. Lots of conversation. And, best of all, hugs, hugs and more hugs.

My almost eight year old great niece, Annabell, volunteered to be the activity director for the kids and she did a marvelous job, ably assisted by her Nana and Grampy. There were egg and spoon races. Freeze tag. Marco Polo. Sack races. And little cousins who had never met teamed up holding hands for the three legged race. They looked like it was a blast. It was even great fun to sit watching from a shaded picnic table under the tent. My aunt shared her tips on how to succeed at corn hole and took on all challengers! I reconnected with a much younger cousin I haven’t seen since she was a baby. She loves all things fiber related as much as I do!

When the weekend wound down, there was one more round of hugs to seal the memories in to enjoy until the next time! You can never get too many hugs!

Wishing you lots of huggable adventures! Enjoy!