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A Special Post for a Special Person

This doesn't happen often. We just weren't raised in an extremely affectionate household. Yes, I love my parents and I know they love me. But do we tell each other after each phone call? No. Do we embrace each other every time we see each other? No. But we know! So, this post is special in several ways. It will be emotional for me and for my parents. But it has to happen eventually. So, here goes.

Ted Wise, the son.
Ted Wise, the brother.
Ted Wise, the husband, father and grandfather.
Ted Wise, the real estate agent.
Ted Wise, the school board member.
Ted Wise, the sports fan.

Now, it is Ted Wise, the (possible) cancer patient.

My dad is one of those men...the go-getter, the get-it-done, take care of everyone else, nothing can stop me guy. But lately, he has been everything but unstoppable. Sick, weak, blank, hoarse, tired, etc.

I think my mom finally nagged enough to get my dad to the doctor. I will never understand his stubbornness (I am nothing like him!). He went to see an ENT last week. They did a laryngoscopy to see what could be causing his symptoms. Much to our dismay, the doctor found an abnormal growth on his larynx. This growth may or may not be cancerous. Either way they will not do surgery to remove it. But if it is malignant he will have radiation treatment. That is as far as they have gotten at this point.

The plan is to have a biopsy done Wednesday. The plan is to wait on the results of that biopsy and deal with it once the results are known.

Allow me, for a moment, to be melodramatic. I have never thought about my world being turned upside down without my dad. First, I am not sure I can "take care" of my mom like he has. I cannot imagine Presley not having her Papa. Who would I call for directions or the mechanic's number. Yes, I still rely on him that much! Pardon the pessimist in me.

In all seriousness, I pray it's nothing. I pray for results that scream "benign". Will you pray that with me?

In Comparison

Triston: loves rice
Presley: loves rice cereal

Triston: plays baseball
Presley: throws a ball all the time

Triston: smacks his lips when he eats
Presley: ditto

Triston: can tell me what hurts
Presley: just cries and whines and screams 'til I guess what's wrong

Triston: can fix his own breakfast
Presley: cries and whines and screams 'til I fix her breakfast

Triston: can wash himself in the bath
Presley: tries to escape the bath while I wash her

Triston: at (almost) 16 months was walking and talking
Presley: not so much, of either

Triston: makes my heart smile everyday
Presley: ditto

Ask Us!!

Go ahead....ask us why we are this excited!!!!!

Well, if you must know, we got a text Friday that said this:

"Hey, Aunt Beth, could you babysit for us in about 10 months so we can get a night off?"

Translation: My brother and sis-n-law are expecting!!!!

Now, we joke and say things like, "Brooke, I wonder if you will get as big as Brian is!" and "Presley's nickname is Pookie so this baby's nickname will be Dookie!"

But this is truly an answered prayer. I remember telling my brother I was pregnant with Presley (two years ago) and his response being something like, 'Brooke will be jealous'. It was apparent to me that they had been trying to conceive as well.

Persistence pays! It is looking like lil' Wise will arrive in early 2011. They are already arguing over gender and names and all the fun stuff to predict and plan!

I am, seriously, jumping out of my skin over this. I have a niece and nephews on Daniel's side of the family but this is a first...a blood niece or nephew. And how exciting that he or she will be so close in age to Presley. And their birth days will be rather close as well.

So, bring on the baby-fun!!!