Murphy's Law

"Anything that can go wrong,  will go wrong"

That's how I feel this week.  It has honestly been one thing after another the last few days.  I am exhausted and it is only Tuesday.

Friday afternoon we packed up the truck and drove up to St. George for a family reunion we were having on Saturday.  Nothing too out of the ordinary except I could tell my mom wasn't feeling well.   She put on a happy face and we went out to dinner, came home and called it a night.

Saturday we drove up to Parowan for the Mortensen family reunion,  we had a good time and it was nice seeing some family member's I hadn't seen in years.  We are hoping to be able to do them every few years going forward.   Anyways,  my mom still wasn't feeling well and left the reunion early to go lay down at my Aunt's house with my Uncle B (who always is like a mother hen to my mom,  I just love him)  We rested and talked for a hour or so and drove back to St. George for the night.  From here is where it starts to go down hill. 

We get home and see that the front yard of our Utah house has a leak that we will need to fix the next day,  we go inside and decide that everyone is tired and Ryan and I are going to run out to grab dinner and just bring it back.   When we get back my mom is on the couch in tears because the pain is so bad and tells us she was hoping we were going home so we didn't see it and that she was planning on going to the hospital the next day.  We can see she is in alot of pain,  so my dad and Ryan give her a blessing and off to the hospital she goes.  She wouldn't let me come so obviously I am very anxious and nervous and checking my phone every 15 minutes for a text from my dad.   I decided to try to sleep so that when they got home I could send my tired dad to bed and take care of her.  They arrived home at around 2:30am in the morning and since my mom is so sensitive to med's of course she had a bad reaction to the morphine and is in even more pain when she gets home.   Seriously my poor mother can't handle anymore.   We finally get to sleep for a few hours Saturday night.

Sunday morning we wake up and I make breakfast for the boys while my mom is in resting.   My dad has to go pick up some prescriptions for my mom and Ryan and Matt are going to go to Home Depot to get the items to fix the leak.  My dad goes out to his truck and his battery is dead!!  I know really....So he takes my trucks and the boys clean his connectors and get the yard ready to fix.   My dad get's back,  they install the battery and go to fix the leak,  but the size is wrong...Back to Home Depot. AGAIN.    Finally around 2:00pm we get everything done,  load up the cars to head home and get on the road.  No sooner than 5 minutes into the gorge a rock hits our window and I now have a lovely crack splitting the driver's side of my window.  I have driven that road hundred's of times and never been hit by a rock!

That has to be the last of the bad luck right??  WRONG!  We get home and find a note on our door from our neighbor that our pool filter split and water was gushing out and flooded our side yard.

Big crack huh??

Our pool was on it's way to a green mess.  So yesterday I got to track down a new pool filter for $800 and Ryan installed it last night.

I am seriously to my breaking point with bad news.  I am tired of the doctor's playing science experiment with my mother and switching her medicines on and off.   She is sick!  She feels horrible all the time,  she has lost so much weight and I know Parkinson's is not a cut and dry disease where you have a set regime, but nothing they are doing is working.  She is teetering on the edge and I don't blame her. 

I am scared to do our transfer in August now because I just feel like I am asking for it not to work with everything else bad that is going on.   I am trying to continue to have faith that everything will work out but I would be lying if I said I am 100% confident.  I feel like my family is cursed right now.   I can handle all the monetary needs that we need to fix like the pool filter and window shield.  But I just cannot handle anymore seeing my mom so sick.  I am trying to stay strong for everyone but inside I am breaking.  I have nightmares, trouble sleeping and am just scared all the time.

I spend alot of time praying,  and I will continue to do so.  I will also continue to get blessings from my husband, and try to attend the temple as much as possible.  

I am not going to cancel our transfer because I have to keep the faith that Heavenly Father knows how much we need this in our lives right now,  how ready we are for this.  I know my Heavenly Father loves me and I just pray that we are successful and bring some much needed good news into this family.

And so I do not end this post on a sour  note,   we did have one great thing happen this weekend!   We found out that my dad's post transplant bone biopsy showed NO signs of cancer in his bone marrow.  This is so amazing!  He is doing so awesome. He looks great, he feels great and he is healthy.   This is SUCH a blessing,  especially right now when my mom needs him to help her.  I look at my dad and I see the miracle of modern medicine and the faith, love, fasting and prayers and know that without my Savior this would not have happened.

So as much as I want to completely break down,  hide in a ball in my closet.  I will not.  I will keep fighting for my mom,  my dad, my family,  my husband and for me. And believe that happy times are right around the corner.