Friday, November 14, 2014

Post Surgery 7 photos

****Warning to the Queasy Don't view****




 He's feeling extremely tired and sore today but I was able to get him up and give him a shower. Ready to see the cutting board?!





Well here's our Warriors recent battle wound. I mapped out the surgeries from the back view with surgery #4's scar missing because it's in the front (sorry you guys only I'm that lucky

Home from Surgery #7

The kids are sure glad to have their Dad home 




Mr Bauer is extremely tired and sore but He is glad to be recuperating around his family. 


Wyatt has loved helping me take care of him during the day. 



Here he is wiping Clint's stomach with an alcohol swab before I give him a shot

Thank you SO much for your prayers!


You Can't Keep Clint Down

You can't keep Clint down long!!

 He was just able to get up and walk down the hall and practice stairs! If we can keep him eating and his pain controlled he will be able to go home today! 






Surgery #7

The cancer has stayed stable in his lungs with no big growth! (Insert sigh of relief) The tumors in his abdomen, pelvis, and glute have increased. 

The one in the right glute has been causing him a lot of pain and making it hard to sit and sometimes lay down so they are operating November 12 2014  to remove some of it in hopes it will alleviate some of his discomfort.

Thank you for your prayers we LOVE you guys and appreciate all of your prayers and good thoughts and comments it definitely helps us get through the days.

Clint says he just gets to have another crack in his butt 


Here he is ready to go in for surgery number 7 



They are going to try and remove some of the Tumor in his right glute that's causing a lot of nerve pain and cramping.



He just got back to the room. The doctor said they were able to take the cancerous liquid out of the 4" tumor and half of the tumors shell without being too abrasive. 



The goal with this surgery is to help alleviate the pain and pressure this tumor was putting on his nerves and pelvis. He is such a Warrior and I'm SO proud of him.

Thank you for your continued love, prayers, and concern! We know without a doubt they help lift us up and keep us going

How do we keep the faith?



I've been asked recently "How do you not lose faith?" Here's my reply:



Some days having faith is easier than others for sure!  

But when I can push the bad thoughts and worries out of my mind and know that I am doing everything possible in my power to be worthy of the blessings the Lord thinks I deserve it makes my trials easier to bear.  

I will follow the Lord no matter what or how horrible life seems because in doing so I know and have peace that at least I'm doing the best I can in hopes of deserving the best the Lord has. 

"Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things."

-1Corinthians 13:7

"And moreover, I would desire that ye should consider on the blessed and happy state of those that keep the commandments of God. For behold, they are blessed in all things, both temporal and spiritual; and if they hold out faithful to the end they are received into heaven, that thereby they may dwell with God in a state of never-ending happiness. O remember, remember that these things are true; for the Lord God hath spoken it."

- Mosiah 2:41


Oh Wyatt....We LOVE you







Clint's loading one of our treasures in that box! 




Today while riding in the car Wyatt asked 

"Daddy why do you have cancer?!"
Then Clint taking a moment to think replies
"Because before I came to earth Heavenly Father asked me if I would come here and have cancer."
Wyatt then immediately replied 
"I would say NO!"

As Clint and I laughed all the way down the road.....




I love that little man.

Crazy Train




Tomorrow.....tomorrow is the day we find out if the last seven months of Clint's chemo has slowed down any of the tumors growing throughout his body. 

He has been feeling worse....maybe it's the chemo....maybe it's the cancer...maybe it's
 both...who knows?! That's the part that's the hardest to push out of our minds the " What if " and now on the brink of results I want to crumble...

Don't you think after going to so many 'results' appointments it would get easier? Well let me tell you it DOESN'T.



Tonight Clint wanted some of my brothers to come over and give him a blessing. As I listened to the words of the blessing I could also hear my little sick (whooping cough) Neiska creeping up the stairs into the room. As the blessing ended I looked over at her as she stated Gunner had thrown up from the top bunk of the bunk bed. 

Now there's not many things I hate BUT.... I. HATE. THROW. UP. 

While Clint was answering questions from family members I went downstairs into the den of disgusting-ness



I found Gunner on the top bunk with throw up oozing down the ladder and onto the carpet. As I fought back the urge to run away and throw up myself I grabbed the paper towels and went into 'mom' mode.

With each wipe the throw up plopped down the ladder and immediately I could see my life. Why can't things go right? Why can't it EVER be easy? And with those thoughts the flood gates that I diligently try to keep locked were opened. The more I cleaned up that disgusting mess the more I was mad that my life IS a MESS! 

While I was crying my sweet sick Gunner was watching me from the top bunk with tears in HIS guilt ridden eyes saying "I'm SO sorry mom." repeatedly

Great now the time I get on the crazy train it's right in front of the person in our family that's having the hardest time with anxiety and life. Mother of the year award goes to....

As I finished getting the globs out of the carpet (or at least what I could see through my watered eyes) Clint entered the room with a look on his face like he walked into an occupied bathroom stall. (I'm sure I Iooked worse than the room smelled.)

He immediately went into Mr Clean mode while I ran the garbage out. As I shut the front door to my house I wanted to find a hole and crawl in it. I knew what I needed to do. So there my stinky self was on the side of my house in the dark on my knees. Praying for strength, telling Heavenly Father that I am so grateful for the many blessings that we DO have. That I was sorry for being an ungrateful turd. 

Then I dusted my knees off and walked into the house as my cute little Dad tried to cheer me up with a bible story about Job.



I know life is hard. I know at times you feel like you can't keep 'keeping it together' and that's okay.... You are entitled to a bad moment every once in awhile. Just make sure when you can't stand anymore you kneel down and ask for the strength to keep riding the Crazy Train cause you can't refund your ticket....

Photo: Tomorrow.....tomorrow is the day we find out if the last seven months of Clint's chemo has slowed down any of the tumors growing throughout his body.  

He has been feeling worse....maybe it's the chemo....maybe it's the cancer...maybe it's both...who knows?!  That's the part that's the hardest to push out of our minds the " What if " and now on the brink of results I want to crumble...

Don't you think after going to so many 'results' appointments it would get easier?  Well let me tell you it DOESN'T.

Tonight Clint wanted some of my brothers to come over and give him a blessing. As I listened to the words of the blessing I could also hear my little sick (whooping cough) Neiska creeping up the stairs into the room.  As the blessing ended I looked over at her as she stated Gunner had thrown up from the top bunk of the bunk bed.  

Now there's not many things I hate  BUT.... I. HATE. THROW. UP.  

While Clint was answering questions from family members I went downstairs into the den of disgusting-ness

I found Gunner on the top bunk with throw up oozing down the ladder and onto the carpet.  As I fought back the urge to run away and throw up myself I grabbed the paper towels and went into 'mom' mode. 

With each wipe the throw up plopped down the ladder and immediately I could see my life.  Why can't things go right? Why can't it EVER be easy? And with those thoughts the flood gates that I diligently try to keep locked were opened.  The more I cleaned up that disgusting mess the more I was mad that my life IS a MESS!  

While I was crying my sweet sick Gunner was watching me from the top bunk with tears in HIS guilt ridden eyes saying "I'm SO sorry mom." repeatedly 

Great now the time I get on the crazy train it's right in front of the person in our family that's having the hardest time with anxiety and life.  Mother of the year award goes to....

As I finished getting the globs out of the carpet (or at least what I could see through my watered eyes) Clint entered the room with a look on his face like he walked into an occupied bathroom stall.  (I'm sure I Iooked worse than the room smelled.)

He immediately went into Mr Clean mode while I ran the garbage out.  As I shut the front door to my house I wanted to find a hole and crawl in it.  I knew what I needed to do. So there my stinky self was on the side of my house in the dark on my knees.  Praying for strength, telling Heavenly Father that I am so grateful for the many blessings that we DO have.  That I was sorry for being an ungrateful turd.  

Then I dusted my knees off and walked into the house as my cute little Dad tried to cheer me up with a bible story about Job. 

I know life is hard.  I know at times you feel like you can't keep 'keeping it together' and that's okay.... You are entitled to a bad moment every once in awhile. Just make sure when you can't stand anymore you kneel down and ask for the strength to keep riding the Crazy Train cause you can't refund your ticket....