That’s Right Baby!
McFadden #3 is in production, with delivery scheduled for January 29th. And we are SUPER PUMPED! We found out a long time ago, but didn’t want to spoil the news in the midst of all my cancer trash. But now that it’s over, bring on the baby! Lindsay is currently 18 weeks pregnant, and we find out the sex of the baby in two weeks! We were hoping for twins, but there’s just one adorable creature growing in Lindsay right now.
Before You Ask, It’s not a Chemo Baby
It was on a Wednesday that we found out that I would be starting chemotherapy on Monday. Our Dr. talked to us about the high possibility of infertility after chemo therapy, not to mention the incredibly high chance if I would need surgery. So he talked to us about “banking”, which we just weren’t interested in. He said we’d need to wait at least a year after finishing with chemo before trying again also. This was pretty disappointing news as we’d been planning to start trying for #3 very soon. We asked if it would be ok to try before starting chemo, and our Dr. laughed at us! He didn’t think it possible with such a small window of opportunity. Well who’s laughing now! MUAHAHAHAhaha…ha…ha!
New Life Means New Things
As with any baby sized addition, changes are on the pipeline. We’re going to need to do some new things in the house, swap out one of our cars for a new minivan, and learn some new defensive moves: a zone defense, instead of man-to-man. We also get to spend time thinking of new names! When we learned we were pregnant with Titus, we picked both a boy and a girl name. We got lucky with our second child being a girl, as we just used the “left over” girl name we picked before. NOW WE ARE NAMELESS. And we really haven’t had much time to think about it yet! We are definitely going to find out of it’s a boy or a girl. Oh, and we like names that mean things, even if it’s just to us.
Titus (Giant or of the giants) Theodore (theo = God, dore = gift) = Giant Gift of God.
Lillian (beautiful) Keona (Gift of God, Americanized Polynesian/Hawaiian I believe) = Beautiful Gift of God.



One Week Later… I’m Home!

My pain level after the surgery was intense, but overall it was manageable thanks to drugs. I had an epidural and a “magic button” to control the pain. What I couldn’t control however was the pain related to my NG tube. If you’ve ever had one you know how awful they are, I’m just thankful I was a sleep when they put it in. An NG tube goes through the nose, past the throat, and into the stomach to remove acid and bile while my intenstines slowly “woke up” from the trama of surgery and anesthesia. It doesn’t really sound that bad, but man alive did it make my throat sore. I wasn’t allowed to drink water or eat ice chips, so I was at the mercy of a small green sponge on the end of a stick to sooth my throat. They gave me some medicated throat spray, but it wasn’t able to even take the edge off of the pain. I had to be able to pass gas before they would remove the tube, and I was soooooo relieved when that time came (get it… muahahaha).
Having the tube removed wasn’t a fun process, but at least it was quick. It felt like someone was pulling something out of my stomach through my nose… oh wait, that’s exactly what they did. :D It took several days for the pain to go away when swallowing. What amplified the awfulness of the NG tube was that it aggravated my throat which made me hack and cough phlegm, which REALLY hurt my abdomen.

I’m scheduled to have the surgery in ONE WEEK. Our appointment today was quickly followed with several rush pre-surgery appointments, which made things really hard for the kiddos. We came back to our hotel and had lunch around 2:30pm, and miraculously we all took a much needed nap. We go back in tomorrow morning for the final pre-chemo appointments in Seattle.
So after recovering from surgery (2-4 weeks total), I’ll likely enter back into surveillance mode, with blood work and scans every 2 months for the first year with decreasing frequency each year after that. There’s a small small small chance that I’d need more chemotherapy (if they found active cancer cells in my lymph nodes, IE the skunk was fooling us all, and blasted us with skunk juice when we went to get him).