OK, so I thought I'd add a couple of stories I've heard Mom tell that I believe are the "essence" of Noelle.
Mom was always after us to clean our rooms and of course, like any normal children, we put it off as long as we could. One time, at the age of 6 or 7, after having been reminded several times by Mom to clean her room, Noelle still had not done so. Mom started yelling at her as only Mom could do. The rest of us would run and hide, but not Noelle. She knew just what to say to diffuse Mom's rage. "Well Mumma, I just wanted my room to look like yours!"
Of course I have to agree with Teddie that Noelle was incredibly cute, and I loved her long locks, as apparently so did Mom. I don't think there's a girl around who hasn't cut her own hair as a child, or the hair of a sibling. The end result is usually atrocious looking and is conveniently done just before an appointment with the photographer for a family portrait. Add to the fact that Mom was a hairdresser and had an ample supply of scissors on hand, combined with Noelle's desire to mimic her mom's hairdressing talent, the temptation was too strong. When Mom saw how Noelle had butchered her hair, she was enraged and was about to spank her, but Noelle once again was able to say just the right thing to calm Mom down. "Don't you think I look cute with short hair?" Well of course what could Mom say? Noelle was cute even though her hair was a temporary wreck. You live a charmed life Noelle! We love you!!!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Happy Birthday Noelle!
I love Teddie's story about Noelle, and I have a picture to go along with it. (sorry Noelle) Yes, she really was cute, wasn't she? Noelle, you are one of the best sisters anyone could ask for. I love you!
More on Ted's Situation....
The sonogram of his carotid arteries show that the right one is 'significantly' blocked and slightly so on the left. There are three choices: do nothing, have surgery, or use an essential oil that has been clearing my carotids for over two years. The first test that I had showed a 60% blockage and the second year showed 30% and the third test showed even less. The surgeon said he couldn't explain that! The decision is Ted's and he has chosen to use the essential oils and see how fast it clears. It is an oil from Young Living Essential Oils named Aroma Life. If he has another episode then we will evaluate the situation again. In the meantime he is using the oils several times a day.
All the doctors feel that it was a stroke that Ted had on Sunday evening. Evidently a piece of plaque broke off and traveled through the circle of willis and lodgded in the left frontal part of the brain, causing paralysis on both sides.
The MRI on his lower back showed NO tumors or anything else putting pressure on nerves or his spinal cord. Just a bit of arthritis.
The RN we have been working with at the cardiologist's office concurred that the minor weaknesses have been caused by low blood pressure. One of the meds that she gave to Ted is clonodine and that is adjustable in the morning according to his blood pressure. She says that 90 over something is normal, but Ted doesn't feel good at that level. This morning it was 130 over something and that is where he wants it, so he took no clonodine. If it is a little higher, he will take half a pill or a whole one.
If you want more clarification on anything, just call us. And to be on the safe side, please keep Ted in your prayers. Thanks.
The sonogram of his carotid arteries show that the right one is 'significantly' blocked and slightly so on the left. There are three choices: do nothing, have surgery, or use an essential oil that has been clearing my carotids for over two years. The first test that I had showed a 60% blockage and the second year showed 30% and the third test showed even less. The surgeon said he couldn't explain that! The decision is Ted's and he has chosen to use the essential oils and see how fast it clears. It is an oil from Young Living Essential Oils named Aroma Life. If he has another episode then we will evaluate the situation again. In the meantime he is using the oils several times a day.
All the doctors feel that it was a stroke that Ted had on Sunday evening. Evidently a piece of plaque broke off and traveled through the circle of willis and lodgded in the left frontal part of the brain, causing paralysis on both sides.
The MRI on his lower back showed NO tumors or anything else putting pressure on nerves or his spinal cord. Just a bit of arthritis.
The RN we have been working with at the cardiologist's office concurred that the minor weaknesses have been caused by low blood pressure. One of the meds that she gave to Ted is clonodine and that is adjustable in the morning according to his blood pressure. She says that 90 over something is normal, but Ted doesn't feel good at that level. This morning it was 130 over something and that is where he wants it, so he took no clonodine. If it is a little higher, he will take half a pill or a whole one.
If you want more clarification on anything, just call us. And to be on the safe side, please keep Ted in your prayers. Thanks.
We've gotta hand it to Noelle
She risked having her birthday forgotten year after year by being born on December 24th. The first time we older brothers and sisters saw her was on Christmas Day through the first floor window of Mom's hospital room. We were all standing outside on the lawn watching Mom open her presents that Dad brought for her. I was sixteen by then (now don't anybody go and do any math, you hear?) and Lamona and I were old enough to go inside and visit (in those days you had to be 14), but we were on babysitting duty for those that weren't.
It matters not that she was/is one of the cutest little girls ever born. Frankly, she did not like being a cute little girl. When, on Sunday mornings I would insist on doing her long, thick, dark brown hair, to capitalize on said cuteness, she would pout, looking mad and miserable until time to go to church. I hope she has forgiven me by now, even though I am not sorry. She was still cute, even when she was mad.
She distinguished herself early on as somebody not to be messed with, small size, gender and cuteness notwithstanding. When she was five, we, the Bateman family, were headed back to camp after yet another long day at the Hill Cumorah Pageant meetings and rehearsal. There was this sixteen year old kid, who also thought Noelle was cute, who did what all boys do when they want attention from a girl. He teased her by bopping her on the head repeatedly with his Book of Mormon while walking behind her. He got her attention all right, but not in the way he probably hoped. Instead of reacting by whining and charmingly telling him to stop it, she turned, grabbed him around the lower legs and leaned into him, causing him to fall over backward, Book of Mormon and all, over a strategically placed piece of seating equipment. So, Jeff, now you know who to call if ever anyone gets on your nerves. Noelle's your woman.
Happy Birthday Noelle, and have a great birthday and Christmas!
With Love, from Teddie.
It matters not that she was/is one of the cutest little girls ever born. Frankly, she did not like being a cute little girl. When, on Sunday mornings I would insist on doing her long, thick, dark brown hair, to capitalize on said cuteness, she would pout, looking mad and miserable until time to go to church. I hope she has forgiven me by now, even though I am not sorry. She was still cute, even when she was mad.
She distinguished herself early on as somebody not to be messed with, small size, gender and cuteness notwithstanding. When she was five, we, the Bateman family, were headed back to camp after yet another long day at the Hill Cumorah Pageant meetings and rehearsal. There was this sixteen year old kid, who also thought Noelle was cute, who did what all boys do when they want attention from a girl. He teased her by bopping her on the head repeatedly with his Book of Mormon while walking behind her. He got her attention all right, but not in the way he probably hoped. Instead of reacting by whining and charmingly telling him to stop it, she turned, grabbed him around the lower legs and leaned into him, causing him to fall over backward, Book of Mormon and all, over a strategically placed piece of seating equipment. So, Jeff, now you know who to call if ever anyone gets on your nerves. Noelle's your woman.
Happy Birthday Noelle, and have a great birthday and Christmas!
With Love, from Teddie.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Ted's Situation....
We had planned to wait until we had some resolution on this matter, but since gossip is going around, we have been asked to tell the story now.
Last Sunday - Dec 14 - while we were at our Stake's Christmas Fireside, Ted said that his legs felt like lead. When the program was over, he could not stand on his legs. Brennan and Mike helped him to the car. By the time we got home he had some strength in his legs and could shuffle into the downstairs of our home. The 'boys' gave him a blessing with consecrated oil that all would be well. I did some basic tests on him to determine if he had a stroke or not. It appeared that he did not, because BOTH of his legs (and BOTH of his arms he discovered the next day) were affected, among many other things.
On Monday morning we were at the doctor's office at 9 a.m. He also tested him for stroke and agreeded that his symptoms of the evening before were not caused by a stroke. He also did some neurological testing and tested for Parkinsons. All his testing was negative. He prescribed an MRI and to see a neurologist. The MRI (which he had on Tuesday) showed that he HAD had a stroke recently, but I am sure that it was not on Sunday evening. So now there are TWO issues to investigate. We suspect that it was caused by low blood pressure, which we have been working to get adjusted for a couple of months. We have another appointment with that person Tuesday morning.
When the neurologist heard the results of the MRI he said he couldn't do anything for Ted, but Ted's heart doctor ordered an echocardiagram (Wednesday) and ultrasound of his carrotid arteries (Friday).
We expect to hear from his doctor tomorrow (they call me at work, too, because they know that Ted does not hear real well on the phone) and the doctor will tell us the next step. Please keep him in your prayers.
Last Sunday - Dec 14 - while we were at our Stake's Christmas Fireside, Ted said that his legs felt like lead. When the program was over, he could not stand on his legs. Brennan and Mike helped him to the car. By the time we got home he had some strength in his legs and could shuffle into the downstairs of our home. The 'boys' gave him a blessing with consecrated oil that all would be well. I did some basic tests on him to determine if he had a stroke or not. It appeared that he did not, because BOTH of his legs (and BOTH of his arms he discovered the next day) were affected, among many other things.
On Monday morning we were at the doctor's office at 9 a.m. He also tested him for stroke and agreeded that his symptoms of the evening before were not caused by a stroke. He also did some neurological testing and tested for Parkinsons. All his testing was negative. He prescribed an MRI and to see a neurologist. The MRI (which he had on Tuesday) showed that he HAD had a stroke recently, but I am sure that it was not on Sunday evening. So now there are TWO issues to investigate. We suspect that it was caused by low blood pressure, which we have been working to get adjusted for a couple of months. We have another appointment with that person Tuesday morning.
When the neurologist heard the results of the MRI he said he couldn't do anything for Ted, but Ted's heart doctor ordered an echocardiagram (Wednesday) and ultrasound of his carrotid arteries (Friday).
We expect to hear from his doctor tomorrow (they call me at work, too, because they know that Ted does not hear real well on the phone) and the doctor will tell us the next step. Please keep him in your prayers.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Cleo Lyman's obituary
After hearing of the death of this cousin, I was wanting to find more information about her, so I looked up her obituary.Cleo Lyman died on December 8, 2008 in Nephi, Utah. Cleo was the forth child born to Melvin Anderson Lyman and Laura Pearl Bronson Lyman on August 10, 1954 in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Our sister Cleo was born with severe Down's Syndrome. She was developmentally delayed physically as well as mentally and at three years old she was still only scooting on the floor. Melvin and Laura consulted the experts and they were told the best way for Cleo to learn and grow would be to go to the State Training school for developmentally disabled individuals in American Fork. It was a huge change for everyone but after Cleo adjusted she was very happy and seemed to like it there even better than at home. She was missed by her family, but was always thrilled to see people that she loved. She loved everyone equally and saw no rank. She was very easily consoled. If she was sad or crying about something she was easily comforted would be content very quickly.
Cleo didn't even graduate from kindergarten. The only skill she ever mastered academically was writing her name. But she was a master at loving those around her. Those who cared for Cleo felt of her unconditional love for people and her strength of spirit. She always did her happy best, with her whole heart, whether it was marching in a talent show, or singing Christmas songs in June. Cleo had a great capacity to love. Care givers told us, whenever a fellow Down's patient had a birthday, if no family would show up to help celebrate, she would put her arms around them and say "happy birthday, happy birthday", as they cried together. When she would give a simple family prayer, she would ask Heavenly Father to bless each one of us by name. When she got to the names of those not present, her voice would break with emotion. Cleo had a great love for music. The best way to communicate with Cleo was by singing with her. She had a great love for her family. Cleo would repeat each name with conviction when the names of family members were spoken to her. She loved her friends and was a true, loyal companion. She gave hugs and laughter freely.
After leaving the State Developmental Center in American Fork, our family was blessed to have Cleo in our homes for extended periods of time. She also lived in a care center in Lindon and was later moved to Richfield where she spent many happy years in the loving care of the staff at the Bethphage group home. She loved participating in the Special Olympics and worked at the local theater with other group home members. Among her many friends was one very special one. Jackie was the innocent love of her life. They shared a special bond of friendship that was unique and beautiful. Cleo came to Nephi in 2001 to live in the Mosaic group home and for the last six years of her life was well cared for by the staff at Heritage Hills. Our family wishes to give a special "thank you" to all of Cleo's care givers who lovingly attended to her needs.
Cleo is survived by her sisters, brothers, stepsisters and stepbrothers: Kathleen Lyman Bailey (Doug); Sandra Lyman Olsen (Russ); Leon Benjamin Lyman (Lori); Matthew Mason Lyman (Kayleen); Robin Andrew Lyman (Laurel); Laura "Lollie" Lyman Debenham (Doug); Elizabeth Lyman Reinhard (John); Samuel Lorenzo "Ren" Lyman (Holly); Mary Eleanor Lyman Button (Jeremy); Luke Ammon Lyman; Kim Elizabeth Villani; Kristina Marie Villani Beal (Eric); Richard Paul Villani and John Michael Villani (Betty). She was preceeded in death by her parents: Melvin Anderson Lyman, Laura Pearl Bronson; her stepmother: Paula Marie Lyman; a sister: LaRene Lyman and brothers: Alma Lynn Lyman and Edmund Ray Cornpeach.
Cleo was adored by all of her nieces, nephews, sisters-in-law and brothers-in-law. Our precious Cleo brought joy to everyone who knew her. She was dearly loved and will be greatly missed.
Funeral services will be held Thursday, December 18, 2008 at 11 am at the Nephi North Stake Center, 1125 N 400 E, Nephi. Friends may call Thursday morning at the church, 9:30-10:40 am. Burial will be at 2:30 in the Delta Cemetery under the direction of Nickle Mortuary.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
My progress
I had an appointment with my doctor yesterday. I was looking forward to it because I have been feeling a little disconnected and worried that this whole pregnancy thing wasn't really true. Well, she found a heartbeat, and since it was below my belly button, I'm pretty sure it wasn't mine. Of course, as long as it is inside my body it is mine, right? So I guess I now have two hearts. No wonder I'm so nice. For that matter I guess I have two brains too, and that would explain why I'm so smart. It does not explain why my intelligence is so well hidden by the fact that my mind seems to be going.
Jeff came to the appointment with me. When he heard the heartbeat he teared up a little. I can relate. I did the same thing when I heard it for the first time.
When she was listening to the heart beat, the doctor also said that she heard the baby kick. I heard what she was talking about, but I don't think I would have recognized it as a kick. I sure didn't feel anything.
They weighed me. I didn't even gain one pound. The truth is, though, the clothes I was wearing today are lighter weight than what I wore last month, so I probably did gain a little. Next month I'll wear heavier clothes, and then they'll get mad at me for gaining too much weight.
So I guess I am more or less officially past the risky time (13 weeks), so I guess I don't have to keep the pregnancy a secret anymore.
Jeff came to the appointment with me. When he heard the heartbeat he teared up a little. I can relate. I did the same thing when I heard it for the first time.
When she was listening to the heart beat, the doctor also said that she heard the baby kick. I heard what she was talking about, but I don't think I would have recognized it as a kick. I sure didn't feel anything.
They weighed me. I didn't even gain one pound. The truth is, though, the clothes I was wearing today are lighter weight than what I wore last month, so I probably did gain a little. Next month I'll wear heavier clothes, and then they'll get mad at me for gaining too much weight.
So I guess I am more or less officially past the risky time (13 weeks), so I guess I don't have to keep the pregnancy a secret anymore.
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