Pneumonia Scare

Waring - post contains slightly graphic pictures.

J.R. started feeling sick on November 29th 2016. He had a fever, body aches, and the beginning of a cough.  He called in sick to work and spent the whole day in bed trying to get feeling better.  It seemed to help because he was able to go to work for the rest of the week, although he still felt really sick.

That Friday (Dec 2) he stayed up late playing video games with his best friend. That next morning, his cold came back with a vengeance! He was so miserably sick and he had the worst body aches.
It was our nieces three-year birthday party that afternoon and he stayed home so that he wouldn't get anyone else sick. (And so that he could try to get some more rest.) Later that evening we decide to go to our local Urgent Care walk-in clinic. After waiting for 45 minutes, the doctor looked him over and came to the conclusion that J.R. had a really bad virus. He said, “Go home, get lots of rest. Drink lots of water.”

Following the doctor’s orders, J.R. stayed in bed the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday. On Monday he still wasn't feeling any better. He called into work that Monday and Tuesday. By Wednesday, he decided that he was feeling well enough to go back to work. So he worked Wednesday and Thursday.
He still felt horrible, but he seemed to be doing better.  Looking back, I should have seen the signs and had him go to another doctor. I should have realized how sick he was because even after taking Ibuprofen, he was still running a low-grade fever. The biggest red-flag was on Thursday when the Raiders were playing. The first quarter wasn't even over when J.R. turned off the T.V. and said he was going to bed because he didn't feel well. He never misses a game, even when the team isn't doing their best. 

Friday December 9th (10 days after he first started feeling sick)  J.R. went to work and then came home two hours later. He told me, “Something is seriously wrong. I feel like I’m dying.”
Thinking that he just had a “man cold” and that he was exaggerating the pain I asked him, “What’s wrong exactly?” He told me he had a ton of pain in his chest and that he felt like he had separated some ribs on his right side, probably from coughing.

I don’t know if you remember, but J.R. was in the hospitallast year on Christmas Eve because he had internal stomach bleeding. We had just made the final payment on that hospital bill the week before. So going to the hospital for a cold and some separated ribs wasn't something I wanted to do.

I told him, “Separated ribs aren't going to kill you. How about we take you in to see another doctor?”  
He agreed.

This time, I called and made a same day appointment with a family practitioner at a doctor’s office 30 minutes away from our home. 

Now it’s Friday afternoon in December, and everyone wants to go home- including the doctor. She comes in, looks over J.R. and declares he has pneumonia. She prescribes him an anti-biotic and a cough suppressant. She gets up to leave the room, when as a last minute thought, she turns around to tell us that she wants to have an x-ray done on J.R.’s ribs, but that she won’t review the x-ray until Wednesday.

We went down stairs to the x-ray technician, where she did a standing x-ray of J.R.’s chest. Then she points to the table and says, “Ok, now we’re going to get one with you lying down.”  J.R. sits on the edge of the table and tells us that he’s not sure he can even lie down because he’s in so much pain. I grab his shoulder and tell him that I’ll help him lean back slowly. But as soon as his shoulder blades touch the table his face went bright red and he sat back up, gasping. “I can’t breathe.”  I thought maybe he was hyperventilating from the pain he was experiencing, and tried to comfort him. In the back of my mind though, I was worried something might be seriously wrong. I know separated ribs hurt, but they don’t hurt that much!

 The x-ray tec told us to sit tight, and that she would develop the standing x-ray before we did anything else. She went to a back room and within a few minutes I could hear her talking on the phone. Alarmed she said, “You have to look at his x-ray right now. He can’t go home. He can’t even finish the exam.” After a few minutes she stepped out of the back room and with a polite smile on her face told us that the doctor wanted to see us upstairs again. 

We got back to the doctor's exam room, and before the doctor even came in, we saw the x-ray image on her computer screen. I don’t know how to read x-rays, but I knew what I saw wasn't good.



The doctor came in and told us that we needed to immediately go to the hospital. She said that J.R. had a severe case of pneumonia and then she said, “Do not take this lightly; young people still die from pneumonia. I need you to promise me that you will go to the hospital.”

So, within 20 minutes we found ourselves sitting in the ER. Luckily, I had the picture of the x-ray on my phone, because the doctor didn't seem to believe that someone with the oxygen saturation level J.R. had needed to be in the hospital. But then within a half hour, he couldn't keep his oxygen level high enough and they put him on oxygen. 

They wanted to give him an IV, but the nurse had a hard time finding J.R.’s veins. So she called in a tattooed nurse (who I guess was the best at sticking people with needles) and asked him to start the IV. Even he couldn't do it at first. He had to use a mini ultrasound machine to find J.R.’s vein.  They took another x-ray while J.R. was sitting up in bed. They tried to get him to lie down again but he physically couldn't do it, because all the fluid in his lungs would shift and it literally felt like he was suffocating.

Shortly after that they admitted J.R. into the Medicine/Oncology Unit. (Which all the nurses referred to as 3 West because of it’s location.) They continued to pump J.R. full of antibiotics and gave him some pain medication so that he’d hopefully be comfortable enough to sleep.

That evening, my uncle David and my cousin Kyle came to give J.R. a blessing (which is a powerful prayer). They blessed J.R. that Heavenly Father would help his body to heal, that he could find peace during this time, and that the doctors and nurses would be able to perform their jobs to the best of their ability.

Kyle, my cousin, is actually a nurse at the hospital we were at, but he had the next week off because he was going on vacation to Disneyland. We had sent him the picture of J.R.’s x-ray earlier in the day and he had been really worried about him. Now that he was with him in person, he was even more concerned. Kyle didn't tell anyone, but he had seen a few patients with the same symptoms as J.R. come into the hospital and not make it out alive.

The next day, (Dec 10th) they took more x-rays to see how the antibiotics were helping with the pneumonia- and J.R. wasn't improving. He seemed almost worse than before. His pain had increased and he was having a very difficult time keeping his oxygen levels were they needed to be. 

Later that afternoon the doctor came in a said that they were worried J.R. might have a blood clot in his right lung, or that the lung may be leaking the pneumonia fluid into his chest cavity. The only way they would be able to determine how to properly treat him was to find out exactly what was wrong, and this meant he needed to do a CAT scan. And obviously that means he would need to lie down on his back. The doctor told J.R. that he would feel like he was suffocating, but that the medical team would monitor his oxygen and they would make sure he was alright. So they drugged him up on pain medication and gave him anti-anxiety medication. (Because when your body thinks it’s suffocating, its natural reaction is to panic.) By doing those things J.R. was able to lie down long enough for them to get the scan. 

Fifteen minutes after the scan, a surgeon was standing in our little hospital room telling us that he was going to operate on J.R. at 7:00am the next morning. The surgeon said the reason J.R. wasn't feeling any better was because his right lung had developed a hole "about the size of a pinky finger" and that fluid had started filling up the area in-between the lung and the lining of the chest cavity. His problem was compounded because of his severe pneumonia.

He said that without doing surgery, the doctors could pump J.R. full of antibiotics for weeks, and it would eventually clear out the infection inside of the lungs, but it wouldn't touch the infection that was now outside of the lungs, in the in-between area. It would continue to fester there and cause pain and discomfort. He told J.R. that if they had done the CAT scan on Friday, when we first got to the hospital, that he would have operated on him today.

This was when I realized how serious J.R.'s illness was and that there was a possibility he might not have made it had we waited any longer to get into the hospital.

The next morning (Sunday the 11th) my mom got to the hospital at 6:30am. She said another prayer with us and then a few minutes later a nurse from the OR was there to take him to surgery. The nurse wheeled his bed into an elevator, down a long hallway, and through a set of doors as my mom and I followed behind them.

The OR prep-room was large and cold, and mostly empty because it was Sunday. Navy blue curtains, with a silver flower design, hung though out the room to creating semi–private areas for the patients who were preparing for surgery.  

A few nurses came to check his vitals, the IVs, and to prepare him for surgery.  They gave him a surgical cap and asked that he take off his diabetic medical id tag. They also wanted to make sure his wedding ring was off, but J.R.’s fingers had swollen while he’d been in the hospital and he had a difficult time removing it. This must be a common problem because a nurse started working at it and said that if she couldn't get it off now, they would get it off when they put him under the anesthesia. Luckily, that didn't have to happen, and she was able to hand it to me a few minutes later.

I'm so glad that my mom was there because fear started creeping into my heart as I held his cell phone in one hand and his wedding ring in another and watched the nurses wheel him off to surgery.

When Mom and I walked out into the waiting room, J.R.'s sister Julene and her husband Chris were already there. His surgery started at 7 am and it wouldn't be done until 11 am, so we had a lot of time to wait. About a half hour later, J.R.'s mom and dad came with breakfast. Because it was Sunday, we were the only family in the waiting room which was nice. "It's a Wonderful Life" played on the waiting room T.V. and we all tried to have patience while we waited.

Finally the surgeon came out into the waiting room and said that everything had gone well. He told us that their original plan was to try and do the surgery thoracoscopiclly, through three small incisions, but once they did the first small incision, they realized that it would not be as effective and decided to cut a seven inch incision instead. The incision was on his side towards the back. The surgeon said that J.R. was now in the Intensive Care Unit for his post-surgery monitoring and that we would be able to see him in about an hour.

About an hour later, a nurse came out of the ICU and said that J.R. was starting to wake up and that one person could come back to see him. As the nurse walked me back to his room, she said that he had a breathing machine and a breathing tube. She said not to be alarmed, but that they had to restrain his hands to the hospital bed, because he had seemed a little agitated as he was walking up and they didn't want him to pull the tube out himself. She also said that he would not be able to talk until they removed the tube.  

J.R. was still having a difficult time waking up from the anesthesia, but he had opened his eyes when I first held his hand.  
  


The nurse was typing on the computer in J.R.'s room, with her back turned towards us when J.R.'s eyes flew open and he had a terrified look. His face started turning a bright red color, and he started making a weird choking sound as he tried to move his hands.  I grabbed his hand tighter and said, "Something's wrong!" to the nurse. 

The nurse turned around, "Oh he just needs to cough." She moved a smaller tube up into his main breathing tube and started to suction out a bunch of gunk. After getting that cleared out, J.R. relaxed again and fell back asleep. 

I was terrified though, I've never seen J.R. look so scared before. He had literally been choking. I stood there holding his hand, trying to calm my nerves when the nurse said, 

"You know, its probably going to be awhile before he fully wakes up, you could go get some lunch if you wanted." 

I didn't know how the ICU functioned so I asked her, "Oh, so are you going to stay in this room with him the whole time?" 

"Well no, I have one another patient I have to care for as well." 

This was when I felt the tears start to well up in my eyes. "I think I just stay here." I told her, trying to hold them back.  All I could see was J.R.'s face as he was choking and I didn't want him to be alone if that happened again. 

The nurse could see that I was having a hard time, so she gave me a small sideways hug and said "You guys seem too young to be dealing with something like this. I'm so sorry." 

"Thank you." I told her. "Thanks for taking care of him." 

I tried to stay in his room as much as possible while he had the breathing tube in, but only three visitors were supposed to be in the ICU at a time, and I wanted to make sure that everyone else had a turn to see him. 

His other sister Kristen and her husband Michael drove almost two hours from Logan to be there when he came out of surgery. I was with them in J.R.'s room when the nurses said that his breathing was strong enough that he didn't need the breathing machine anymore and that they would be removing his tube. The nurses asked us to step out of the room and then they they pulled a small curtain across the bed. From where we were standing though, we could still see them remove it (if we wanted to watch). I didn't want to watch, because I knew it would make me uncomfortable. But our brother in-law watched the whole thing. 

J.R. says he doesn't remember much from this day. (He remembers seeing everyone's faces, but he doesn't remember what they talked about or if he said anything to them.) But he does remember the nurses pulling the breathing tube out. He said it was horrible and that when they pulled it out, wet stuff splashed across his face. ha! 

Even though J.R. just had major surgery, the nurses wanted him to get up and stand every four hours. The hospital bed would fold it's self up into a chair position and then J.R. was able to stand up from it. Which I thought was pretty amazing because I don't think he would have been able to "roll" out of bed. During the surgery, they had inserted three "draining tubes" in between J.R.'s ribs so that all the infection would be able to drain out of his chest cavity over the next few days. 

This is what the incision and his draining tubes looked like the first two days: 




This was also the first time since we'd been in the hospital that J.R. was able to get some really good sleep. He said that he already felt like he could breath much better.




The day after surgery J.R. was able to get up and walk a lap around the ICU. While on the walk his nurse told us, "After this, you guys deserve to go on a nice vacation. Like Hawaii." 

Laughing I told her, "We probably spent enough money, we could have gone to Hawaii." 

She smiled, "Yeah. Probably twice." 

Luckily though, J.R. was in the ICU about 24 hours when they said he had made enough improvement to be moved to the Progressive Care Unit. 

J.R. hated sleeping on the bed, because he said it put pressure on his draining tubes, so he spent the majority of his time in the recliner. Also, coughing was the worst for him. Can you imagine having tubes smashed in-between your ribs and then having to cough? I teased him that if he was worried about having separated ribs before, that he definitely had them now. 



Tuesday December 13th, they did another X-ray of J.R.'s lungs so see how things were coming along. I know these aren't greatest pictures, but you can tell that some progress was being made. 



This was also the day they decided to pull out J.R.'s draining tubes. I thought that they would put him back under anesthesia to pull them out - but nope! The nurse pulled them out right in our little hospital room and J.R. felt the whole thing.

This is what they looked like right before they were removed. (Just so you have a reference of how big the tubes are, each one is about the same diameter as a dime.) The little black "strings" are sutures that they stitched into J.R.'s skin to hold the tubes in place.



The nurse cut the sutures and then told J.R. to take a deep breath and to exhale on the count of three. I held J.R.'s hand and she counted down and then she grabbed all three tubes and pulled them out at the same time. Immediately afterwards, she slapped a big piece of gauze on the holes and then taped the gauze down. I thought for sure they would want to stitch up the holes, but they just left that gauze on for about 24 hours and then pulled it off.  


(The first picture is what they looked like on Thursday December 15th and then the following picture is 11 days later on Monday December 26th. He's still really swollen in the first picture, and the second picture shows his incision and the bruises as they start healing.)







Thursday December 15th - after six nights and seven days in the hospital - they let J.R. go home!  


The doctor still wanted his antibiotics administered through an IV, so they gave him a PICC line and they set us up with Home Health Care through CNS. He also still needed to be on oxygen, so one of the hospital social workers helped us to get in contact with a company who would deliver a home oxygen system to our house.

Since J.R,'s been home, he has continued to make improvements. He's still really sick, but he's getting stronger everyday. 

He sent me this text on Dec 21st while I was at work: 




His Physical Therapist, Matt Warner, has said that he's starting to look better and better, and that he might be discharged from Home Health in the next week. 


We are so grateful for everyone who has helped us during this time, we have been shown so much kindness and love.

We are grateful for all the doctors, nurses, and staff at St. Marks Hospital for their knowledge and care. We are grateful for our home health nurses and physical therapist. We are grateful for our wonderful neighbors and our ward family, and for our immediate family members and our close friends. My mom came and helped us set up our Christmas tree and then helped us pack J.R.'s oxygen tank around on Christmas Eve. Many of you have visited us at the hospital or our home. You've brought us food, shoveled snow from our driveway, and prayed for us. We are so grateful for the love that you've shown to show to us, and we know that your prayers have helped J.R. to heal as quickly as he has. This has been a difficult year, but we hope to come out of this stronger and better than we were before.    

When we start to feel discouraged, I try to remember a conference talk given by Elder Richard G Scott who said, 

"When you face adversity, you can be led to ask many questions. Some serve a useful purpose; others do not. To ask, Why does this have to happen to me? Why do I have to suffer this, now? What have I done to cause this? will lead you into blind alleys. It really does no good to ask questions that reflect opposition to the will of God. Rather ask, What am I to do? What am I to learn from this experience? What am I to change? Whom am I to help? How can I remember my many blessings in times of trial? Willing sacrifice of deeply held personal desires in favor of the will of God is very hard to do. Yet, when you pray with real conviction, “Please let me know Thy will” and “May Thy will be done,” you are in the strongest position to receive the maximum help from your loving Father. "

As of right now, I honestly can't say that I know exactly what lesson J.R. and I were supposed to learn from all of this. But we do know that Heavenly Father has an individual plan for all our our lives, and that He is there for us through all the sunny days and through all the dark nights.

Thank you to our family and friends for always being there for us too.

2016 Summer Camping - Part 2


Our next two camping trips in the month of August were at the Mirror Lake Highway with my Dad,  and then the Spruces in Big Cottonwood Canyon with J.R.'s family.







We didn't plan ahead very well for our trip up Mirror Lake, so when we tried to reserve a campsite, they were already booked. Each site has a few that they keep as "walk-up" sites that are given out on a first come first serve basis. So we thought we'd just leave early early on Friday and get one of those walk-up sites.

Well things didn't go exactly as planned and we left a little later than we wanted to. So by the time we got to the canyon it was already 3:00 in the afternoon. Each site we came had a sign that said, "Campsite Full."

They should have just put a sign at the bottom of the canyon that said, "Canyon Full." Because we could not find an available campsite anywhere! By now, it was approaching 6:00 pm and we knew we had to find a place soon or else we would be setting up camp in the dark.

Discouraged, we started driving back down the main canyon road when J.R. spotted a dirt road that we had never seen before.  It was dark by now, so we didn't see the signs that said this:

"Rough road ahead. Trailers and autos not advised."


We only saw the sign that said this: 




So we took our jeep and it's redneck truck-bed trailer on quite the bumpy ride! 

We made it about three miles up the road when we decided to pull of and camp in this grassy meadow for the night. It was a good thing we pulled of when we did, because the jeep's engine was very hot. 

Obviously, there was no running water and no outhouses. This is what we call "roughin' it." 

Dad loves this type of camping, so he thought it was a great adventure! J.R. wasn't very happy about it, but he had a super good attitude and refused to let the camping trip be ruined.  




We set up camp, had dinner, and started the camp fire for the night. 

It was around 11:00 pm and we're sitting around the campfire, laughing and chatting the night away, when we heard a large caliber rifle being shot off. The sound echoes through the canyon. 
We all sit up a little straighter in our chairs. 

J.R. and my dad are a little on edge, but they don't seem that worried about it. 
J.R. finds his hand gun and my dad passes out flashlight to us. But they don't think it's anything to panic about.

 "Why would someone be shooting a gun in the middle of the night?" I ask. 
J.R. shrugs his shoulders and my dad raises his eye brows, and with his flashlight scans the trees around us. 

We're quiet now. 

A moment later, we hear the gun rapid fire. One shot after another. About eight rounds. 

Now I'm worried. Because unless you're an idiot, you don't target practice in the middle of the night. 
My mind jumps to conclusions.  We are camping in bear and wolf country. Maybe an animal was attacking them? Or maybe a person was attacking them? Who knows? 

All I know is that we are in the back woods, in the middle of no-where, with no cell phone service, and someone -relatively near us- is firing a gun into the dark night. 

Just then, we hear something crashing through the forest running away from the direction the gun was fired. Whatever it is - it's big. Bigger than a human. And it's coming towards us. 

"Get in the Jeep." my dad says. 

We pile in and shut the doors. Our breath fogs up the windows. 

"What do you think that was?" I ask as I try to see into the darkness beyond our campfire light. 

"It's hard to say exactly, but whatever it was, it was moving fast." J.R. replies. 
My dad chuckles in the backseat. (He's enjoying this.)

The guys wait about ten minutes, then they decide its safe to get out and put more wood on our dying fire. I stay in the jeep another five minutes or so and let my heart rate drop back down to normal. I think about how I'll be sleeping with nothing but a thin piece of canvas between me and all the scary things of the forest. 

I eventually climb out to go warm up by the fire. 

"You know?" J.R. says, "It could have just been a moose that was running away because the sound of the gun scared it." 

"Yeah. That's very true." Dad says as he tilts his head back to see the stars. 






2016 Summer Camping - Part 1. Payson Canyon


We did so. much. camping. this summer. 

We literally camped every single weekend in the month of August. Because we felt like we had to make up for all our lost time being sick in July - which we did.

(p.s. I've been working on other projects lately and I've kinda neglected this little blog of mine. Which is why I'm writing about the Month of August in November. I'm sure you know how that is)





At the end of July, my mom shocked all of us when she declared that she wanted to go camping.

 She hates camping and hadn't been in more than seven years. We of course jumped at the opportunity to go with her. So our whole family stayed for three days at the Blackhawk Campgound up Payson Canyon. 

 Blackhawk is very accommodating to campers with horses. We camped in "Loop E" which is a designated equestrian area. Most of  the campsites in this loop sit on the outskirts of a large field with a shared water trough in the middle. Also, dirt bikes, four-wheelers, and side-by-sides are banned from driving in this area - so they don't spook your horses. The loop was never overcrowded even on the weekend.  
  


Chelsea, Colten, and I took the horses and his mule out for a ride while everyone 
else went to go walk around Payson Lakes. (The lake had that algae bloom at this time of year and no swimming was allowed.) 

We travel up a hill, away from camp, and then back down into a beautiful valley. The trail at the bottom of the valley took us through a small meadow, where light filtered through the trees and the wind whispered through the aspen leaves and tall grass. The whole place had an ancient, almost sacred feeling about it. It was amazing. 

As we moved out of the valley and up the next mountain hill, we ran into three guys on dirt-bikes. They were carrying a chainsaw with them so they could clear some of the fallen trees and over grown underbrush from the narrow trail. We asked them how far the road was and they said it was about  a mile climb to the top. 

As we started off again, it started to lightly rain.  Which intensified the smell of leather, earth, and pine. The trail took us under tall old trees and their branches did their best to protect us from the getting wet. 

Thinking that the road wasn't far, we kept traveling.  

Climbing higher, the trail led out to a rocky barren ridge near the top of the valley. We had traveled about three miles now, and there was still no sign of the road. I began to think that we must have taken a wrong turn and even though the horses were tired, we urged them on faster. 

By now, I thought the trail was going to leading us to the very peak of the mountain, but to my surprise when we finally reach the plateau we had only traveled partially up the canyon. We were now in a valley between to hills and the road lay in-front of us. It was a relief to finally know exactly where we were traveling and that we had been on the right path. 

We let the horses rest for a few minutes, and then we started to gradually making 
our way back down the canyon. The terrain wasn't as steep on this side and the horses 
seemed to enjoy their easy return trip. 



Now you have to remember, this was the middle of summer and back home the temperature was almost unbearable. You know, the days were you risk burning your hands every time you try to buckle your seat-belt in the car, and it's hot even with the air conditioner on? 

Well we'd been commenting to each other about how nice the weather had been on our trail ride and how good it felt to get out of the heat, when all of a sudden it started raining again. But not just a drizzle - this was a down pour. The rain drops were huge! They fell out of the sky with such volume, that in seconds we were soaked. 

We looked at each other with wide eyes and began loping the horses.  The wind blew my hair out of my face and tugged at my shirt. Big smiles spread across our faces. Laughter bubble up from our hearts and filled the air that was left in-between the rain drops - which completely drenched us all the way through to our skin. 

I soaked it all up though, because I knew I might not ever experience anything quite like it again. You know the same feeling you had as a kid when you splashed through puddles with your friends during a summer rain? 

Except we weren't kids now. And this time I wasn't going to take that feeling for granted. 

Then, just as quickly as it started, the rain stopped and the sun came out 
from behind the clouds. We slowly made our way back to camp, and the sunshine 
and wind dried us by the time made it back. 




This camping trip was my favorite of the whole summer.   
When I think of what Heaven must be like, I think of these mountains. 





















The Curse is Broken

August 28th, 2016 will go down in the history books as 
the day that J.R.'s fishing curse was finally broken!

It was a beautiful cloudy day, so we packed up our Jeep and met up with my Dad 
for a day of fishing. We went up to one of our favorite places on the Mirror Lake Highway. 
We'd camped at this little lake before, but we'd never brought our fishing poles until now.




We started fishing after eating lunch, and there were already groups of people who’d hit
their limit for the day. So with high hopes we threw out our lines and waited.

J.R. was skeptical (like he always is about fishing. Ha) But then sun went behind the clouds and my dad got a bite. As he reeled it in, I became more hopeful that today would be the day to break the curse, and a moment later J.R. was pulling his own out of the water! I couldn't believe it. 

When he started to reel it in, I was jumping up and down like we'd won the lottery.

"You caught a fish! Oh my gosh. You got one. You caught a fish!"  
(I probably embarrassed him. haha)



It was a tiny little Tiger Trout.
J.R. said, "Great. My first fish and it's the littlest one in the lake."

Haha. But it doesn't matter! 

The curse was broken, and for the first time in 
a long time, J.R. was excited about fishing again. 




We can't wait to come back here next summer.  
Maybe we'll even get to do some ice fishing again before then.




Rose Canyon

I'm so glad that my family keeps this spicy redhead girl around. 




Chelsea, Colten, and I took her, Little Black, and Scuba Steve out on 
an autumn adventure to Rose Canyon.
Scuba Steve, Little Black, and Penny


I had never been to Rose Canyon before. In my opinion, it's more of a desert mountain range than a forest mountain range (if that makes any sense.) I think it would be too hot for my liking during the summertime, but it was perfect during these fall temperatures. The trail was muddy in some places, but the changing leaves where beautiful.



We rode around, eventually making our way to the peak of the mountain. It was incredibly beautiful at the top. We could see all the way down into the Salt Lake Valley, and then across the mountain range over to Mt. Timpanogos in Utah Valley.


Check out those snow capped mountains in the back



While we were up there, we met some friendly hikers who told us how they were training for a hiking marathon in Hawaii. Crazy huh?



During one part of the ride, Penny and I were behind Chelsea who was riding Little Black, when we got to a sketchy part of the trail near the top of the mountain. It was steep and the mud was thick. Penny (who has mainly spent her life in an arena) was very tired at this point. So I decided to dismount and help lead her up the trail to a more dry area. Just then Little Black started to lose her footing in the mud and began sliding back down towards me and Penny. Luckily - everyone stayed calm and Little B was able to power through to a better, safer part of the trail. It got our heart racing, but no-one got hurt. 


Later, Colten humbly points out to Chelsea and me how his mule, Scuba Steve, managed the trail like a champ and had no problems at all. He didn't even break a sweat.

Haha (We know. We know. Mules rule the mountains.)


Here's a picture showing how Scuba Steve felt about the ride.




Seriously though, I'm so grateful for these little adventures 
that I get to experience with my family and friends.









A Lantern Fest Story


I heard about The Lantern Fest a few months ago and knew right away it was something I wanted to experience with my family this summer.

The lanterns are said to be symbols of our highest hopes and biggest dreams or to memorialize someone we love who is no longer with us.

With my step-dad passing away a few months ago I wanted my family to be able to experience something extra special together. I just didn't realize how incredibly amazing it would be!



None of us had ever been to an event quite like this before, so we weren't really sure what to expect. After checking in we were each given a lantern, a roasting stick, and a small box containing: a lighter, marshmallows, graham crackers, a small permanent marker, and instructions for lighting the lanterns.

We found one of the last remaining fire-pits and gathered around it while trying to keep the kids entertained until dark.  

As the sun was setting, we all took a moment to write our hopes and dreams on our lantern. Then we took turns passing them around so everyone could write a hope we had for each person.   




On my mom's lantern, we all wrote a little note to her and to Cliff.

J.R.'s says: "To the best Mother-in-Law any man could be lucky enough to have. Thank you for everything." and "Cliff, love and miss you. Keep watching over all of us, and blessing us with your good luck. Please especially watch over Channa. Love you."




Finally it was dark enough to light our lanterns and send them on their journey! Click over to my Instagram for a short video to see how magical it was. 


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After sending our lanterns off, we all stood in awe watching the amazing sight above us when I noticed something blow by our feet on the ground. 

It was someone's unlit lantern! 

I picked it up, and turned around expecting to see someone chasing after it, but no-one was there. 

That's when I noticed a hole had ripped through the parchment paper near the bottom. Not wanting our experience to end, I asked my sister Chantel if she thought we could fix it. Together we gently tied the parchment paper back together, being careful not to rip it anymore. 

After mending it the best we could, I held the top as she lit the fire source. 

All lanterns need time to fill up with warm air before the can take off, but of course this one took a little bit longer. When we felt it was ready, we let go of it. 

Instead of traveling up though, it started traveling out -and it was headed straight towards a small group of people!

Chantel chased after it, when luckily it dropped to the ground.

I felt foolish to believe that we could actually get this broken lantern to fly, even more so because we could have potentially hurt other people.  

The lantern was still lit, so Chantel carefully picked it up and took a few steps back towards us. "It's not going to work." we told each other. "Chan, bring it back and put it in the fire. It's too dangerous." 

She held onto it though, coaching it, giving it more time. 

It would never work. We all doubted it's ability to ever fly. 

Moments later her finger-tips carefully let go of the the lantern again. I held my breath, ready for another disaster, but slowly and surely it started floating higher and higher. 

"Yes!" Chan threw her hands in the air and turned back to look at us with the biggest smile. 

My mouth hung slightly open in disbelief.  

Mom cheered and Chantel and I high-fived as she ran back to our group. 

We huddled together, watching her small miracle float away when she said quietly, "Even broken ones can do it." 




Some people would say our family is broken. 

Since Cliff's passing it feels like there's a hole in our family and in our lives. We've been though a lot together and individually. Sometimes we fight with each other or let each other down, and we've all had our hearts broken by set backs and disappointments when it comes to our individual hopes and dreams. 

But with some extra patience and love, I know that together we can do incredible things. 

I believe in us. 

After all, "Even broken ones can do it." 


June and July 2016


This June, J.R. and our best friends surprised me by taking me to my first-ever concert.

The four of us were out to dinner when a waitress come up to our table and asked, "Are you Candace?" I was completely shocked when she handed me a blank envelope and said, "Someone wants you to have this." and then walked away. 

My heart pounded in my chest as I held the envelope in my hand and wondered what could be inside of it and who would have sent it? 

When I finally opened the envelope I realized it was four tickets to the Jason Aldean Concert! That my husband and our two best friends had bought to surprise me with. It was seriously one of the sweetest/funniest things that have happened to me.   




The concert was completely sold out and it was insane! 

Jason Aldean had Thomas Rhett and a Thousand Horses open for him. They all performed so well. I had been told multiple times that seeing an artist perform live was a let-down because they never sound as good as they do on the radio - so not true! They all rocked. 





The only bad thing about the concert was how many people where there; and it seemed like everyone was drunk. As Jason sang his encore, we all decided to try and leave before the drunk drivers got on the road. 

We got out of the parking lot and were headed north when we noticed a Dodge Charger pulled off the side of the road. Next thing we knew the Charger lunged toward a group of four or five people and literally ran them over! Then shot out into the oncoming traffic lane (which no cars were driving on because everyone was leaving the concert) and speed off at like 80 mile per hour. There were no cops or crowd control of any kind. Other pedestrians helped the people who had been ran over and we called 911 for an ambulance. 

It was one of the craziest things I've ever witnessed. No-one died, but it still put a damper on the whole experience and I've kinda lost my desire to ever go to a concert again. 


On a brighter note, my sister, niece, and I went to the Blackridge Reservoir one afternoon in June. This is a small body of water in the City of Herriman nick named, "The Herriman Beach."

Now, when I hear the word reservoir I think of a lake -but this place is more like a pond.










Anyways, the city trucked in tons and tons of sand to create a white beach around the pond. It's a pretty popular place, especially on the weekends, so if you plan on coming here I'd recommend going on a weekday.

We played in the sand and shallow water and soaked up the sun on our beach towels. Afterwards we stopped for Hawaiian shaved iced. It was the perfect summer day.


She's the cutest little thing.

To be honest though, this summer hasn't been that great. 

Have you ever heard of Hand, Foot, and Mouth disease? I hadn't heard of it until this July. 

It's a disease most people get when they're kids,  kind of like the Chicken Pox. Except instead of itchy spots, you get painful blisters on your hands, feet, and in your mouth.  Although, just like the chicken pox, it's highly contagious and there is no medicine they can give you to cure it. It just has to run it course - which is about a week long. I got it first (from my nephew) and then J.R. came down with it a week later. 

I'll spare you the gross pictures, but J.R.'s feet looked like he had some sort of leprosy. 

He'd asked me one day, "How do the bottoms of my feet look?" 
I told him honestly, "You have Walking Dead feet. They look like zombie feet." 

It was horrible.

We watched sooo mannny movies during this time though. Here's a small list of what I remember: 

- Back to the Future
- The Bourne Trilogy including: Bourne Identity, Bourne Supermacy, Bourne Ultimatum and the newly released Jason Bourne
- Romancing The Stone  
- Remember the Titans 
- The Ascent of Woman (A Netflix documentary) 
- Far and Away 
- The Avengers Age of Ultron
- Simon Birch
- The Goonies 

Plus a few more that I can't remember right now.  

Then about a week after we started feeling better from HFM, we both got a really bad case of the stomach flu. It completely wiped us out for four days. (And there is only one bathroom in our house - let me tell you how wonderful that was.)  

Next thing we knew - three weeks of July had come and gone. 

But it's half way through August right now and we've done our best to make up for all the lost time! Those are some adventures I'll have to write about in a different post though - so stay tuned.  

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How's your summer been so far??


The Living Room Hike




We hiked to "The Living Room" on Saturday June 18th. This hike starts near the entrance of the Red Butte Gardens in Salt Lake City and climbs to an impressive outlook over the valley. They call it the Living Room Hike because at the peak people have created "chairs and coffee tables" out of stone slabs. 

This is a pretty popular destination, so if you want to avoid crowds go on a weekday or early in the morning. This trail is rated as moderate because you climb around 1000 feet in 1.5 miles. The whole hike, there and back, took us about an hour - that was with plenty of water breaks. We started our hike around 7:00am and at that time of day the the trail was mostly shaded and the temperature stayed cool. I would not want to do this hike in the afternoon because the sun would get way to hot. 




The trail head is not clearly marked. So follow these directions: Drive to the gate of the Red Butte Gardens and turn right onto a road named Colorow. Drive about a quarter of a mile and the trail head will be on the east side of the road.

You'll start out walking through a small grove of trees and over a very small stream. Then you'll come to a clearing, just keep walking east until you reach the Bonneville Shoreline Trail. Turn south on the Shoreline for about 50 feet. There is a single post marker here, but there are no signs. The trail is obvious for about a mile. It can be very steep at times and almost looks like you're walking up a dried ravine. When you come to an obvious fork in the trail, head north. The trail isn't quite as steep at the top and you'll know you're headed in the right direction when you can see the remains of an old rock slide. Next thing you know - you've made it to the Living Room.  




Honestly, this wasn't my favorite hike but I would recommend it to anyone looking for a quick outing. There are tons of wild flowers growing next to the trail and the view of the valley is spectacular


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What's one of your favorite hikes?



Cliff Belliston

Cliff indirectly taught me one of life's biggest truths, which is the fact that our hearts don't forget or replace those we've loved with other people. Instead they expand and grow, allowing us to share and experience even more love than before. 

The first time Cliff came over to our house for dinner, I thought of him as a heartbroken lonely man. His wife, Judy, had recently died of cancer and I knew he was going through a hard time. Cliff always spoke of Judy in a reverent sacred way. He carried a picture of her in his wallet and I'm sure he always held a piece of her in his heart. 

Cliff seemed to enjoy the activity and environment of our home. I thought it probably distracted him from the heartache he was experiencing. He started coming over more often, and even helped repaint one of the rooms. I didn't realize that my mom and him were in a relationship until she told us they were getting married. I was upset with her. He was the grandfather of one of my friends and old enough to be her dad. I was so confused. My mom is an intelligent, beautiful, independent women. Why would she chose to marry Cliff? 

Although I have to admit, as a sixteen year old, I would have been angry with any man she chose to marry. My parents had been divorced for eight years and my mom, two sisters, and I had finally made it out on our own. In my opinion, our family was compete. We didn't need anyone else to be a part of our family. 

But I was wrong. 

We needed Cliff in our lives as much as he needed us in his.     

My heart was softened for Cliff by the way he cared for and loved my mom. He was always anxious when my mom was away from the house, often calling her just to make sure she was alright. He expressed concern about her physical well-being and encouraged her to seek the best medical help when it was necessary.  

As I watched my mom and Cliff interact with each other, I noticed how happy they both were. I hadn't seen my mom so excited about life in a long time. I realized that if they were happy, then I could be happy for them.  

Eventually, I grew to love Cliff for the person he was. What I admired most about him was his love for his family, friends, and life. He was just as quick to tell a joke as he was to lend a helping hand. I often thought of him as having a young man's spirit trapped inside an aging man's body. He reminded me of a quote from a movie: 
"A man's body may grow old, but inside his spirit can still be as young and as restless as ever. And him - in his day, he had more spirit than twenty men." 

I will always remember the spunky and determined way Cliff lived his life. He believed in himself enough to make his dreams a reality. Who would have thought that a scrawny poor kid from Nephi would go on to cinch his rodeo dreams, own his own ranch and business, and reach financial stability? Cliff promised himself that he would be a better man than his father and that he would give his kids a better life than the one he had - and he kept that promise. 

A step-parent's love is special. Cliff didn't have to love us like his own children, but he did. He became a second dad to my sisters and me. The love I have for Cliff didn't diminish the love I have for my own dad. Instead, my heart expanded, and grew to love them both. (How lucky and I?) 

It was an honor to have been a part of Cliff's life, and a privilege to call him my step-dad. 








Thank you to everyone who has shown love, kindness, and support to my mom and my family during this time. Everyone who said a kind word, shared a hug, cooked a meal, sent a card, gave flowers, spent time preparing for the services, or said a prayer for us - we appreciate you. You helped carry us through this difficult time, and your love and kindness will always be remembered. 

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Please click here if you want to read Cliff's obituary.