Happy 7th Birthday Ben!

A little bit about Ben...

He still loves legos!

He is an AWESOME hip hop dancer!

He enjoys shooting guns

and joining Jack in climbing on things...

He likes lots of different colors, his favorite food is steak, and his favorite sports to play are soccer and baseball. He said he also likes tennis and football, but he hasn't played either of them. He is really smart in math and figuring out how to build things. The other day he said, "mom, I know what 45 + 45 is...it's easy... 40+40=80, 5+5=10, and 80+10=90...easy huh! His brain thinks like his daddy's! He figures out math problems like that all the time. He is also a great reader and loves playing with his friends. He loves to tease his brothers, but there are times when his caring nature shines through.  When Jack is hurt or upset about something I have seen Ben make sure he takes care of him and makes sure Jack is having fun. He is a sweetheart.

We had a fun bowling birthday party with his friends on Saturday

And another fun party with family on Sunday!

Chloe is taking one for the team. She is such a good sport!

(notice how Ben is pushing Jack away so he won't blow out his candles)

Happy Birthday buddy! We sure love you!

Warning! It's A Pity Party!

Ever since Joe's angel day I have really struggled to be happy and wanting to do much of anything. I wish it weren't so easy to slip into this "I don't care about anything" mode. I get tired of being there and I don't want to be there, but it is really really hard to snap out of it! 


The last several weeks I have found myself feeling more anger. Anger about the weekend showing up every 7 days...I no longer look forward to weekends. I dread them. I can handle the week pretty good with the rush of school and lessons, but the weekends are tough. I miss date night, I miss cuddling on the couch watching a movie, I miss Sunday dinners, I miss watching him play with our boys. Oh the list goes on and on!


I have been having more anger about my boys not having their dad around to teach them things. I see dads playing catch with their kids, teaching them to ride bikes, playing basketball, and just hanging out with their kids. Every time I see it my heart aches for my boys. Can I just scream to the world...this is so unfair! My boys need their dad! I feel like they won't be able to excel in so many activities because Joe isn't here to teach them and practice with them. Ben signed up for baseball and he is going to be so behind in his skill compared to the other kids that have their dad's to practice with. I tried pitching some balls to Sam the other day. I have always been terrible at sports and I did not become magically good when Jonas died. I am horrible! Batting practice didn't go very well or very long with mom not being able to throw a good pitch. Soccer season is starting soon and I wish Jonas were here to run drills with them. I wish he were here to take them camping, fishing, and mountain climbing this summer. Seriously. I could go on for hours about how unfair it is that my boys don't have their dad.


I have been angry that I have to do another year of birthday parties without Joe. It will be Ben's 7th birthday on Wednesday and I have decided that birthdays are probably harder for me than most holidays.  I get really depressed about not having Joe here to celebrate birthdays with us. He is missing out on so many things! 


I warned you. This is a pity party! 


But, I really have been trying to figure out what to do with all my anger. Obviously, it has built up and is now swelling in me. So what will I do with it all? Well, folks. I am going to run. I haven't been what you call a "runner" for almost 9 years now. I have tried running here and there over the years on my quest to loose weight, but never ran more than 2 miles. I just got so bored. So with some motivation from my dear friend Mandy I took the plunge and signed up for my first ever half marathon! I am taking my anger issues pretty seriously and am trying to put them to positive use. Maybe I have gone completely crazy because who signs up for a half marathon if you aren't even a seasoned runner? Well, crazy or not I am registered to run the Top of Utah half marathon on August 25th.  Wish me luck. This body of mine is going to need it! Hopefully, with me telling the blogging world about my quest, it will keep me motivated. I am going to need lots of it. Seriously? A half marathon?!

We Were Given A Gift...

One year ago today my life permanently changed. I no longer had my husband and the father of my children with me on earth. His broken body couldn't function here anymore and he went on with another chapter of life. The day Jonas died was the worst day of my life. It feels foggy, yet clear at the same time. I can't recall some things, but others will stay in my mind forever. Maybe one day I will be able to write about that day, but for now I still keep it hidden in my mind. Death was not a peaceful experience for me. It was horror and chaos. Jonas dying that day was not expected. Some people seem to think that I knew it was coming because of how sick he had been. I had thoughts that he might not make it for very many more months, especially after the doctors told us Jonas needed a liver transplant in order to survive.  I don't think I ever believed it. How could I accept the idea that my husband was going to die? To accept it would mean I was giving up hope. I never wanted to loose hope.

After that painful, horrible, rotten day, my boys and I had to figure out what our new normal was. Everything had changed and nothing seemed fair or right. I started seeing a counselor about a month after Jonas died. My mom was the one who suggested I go talk to someone and I will be forever grateful that I did. She helped me cope with some of the hardest days and nights I had ever experienced. Loosing someone you love and care for deeply brings an actual physical pain to your heart. I remember some nights crying and sobbing and actually feeling that pain. A broken heart is not a figure of speech. It feels exactly how it sounds. It hurts!

I had spent the last three months caring for Jonas. I was his nurse, his wife, his support, the mother of his children, and the one who had to be strong. I had to prepare his TPN every day, make sure I was home at certain times to give him his medications, figure out what to feed him, and be available in the evenings to hook him up to his IV antibiotics. It was exhausting and stressful, but I was so busy doing so many things I didn't notice. I didn't notice until I didn't have to do it anymore. One day I was everything to someone and the next day I was nothing. I was no longer needed. What was I going to do with all this time? I missed doing my job. I wanted to be a nurse and a wife again. I wanted Jonas back. I wanted all these things, but I couldn't have any of them. How could I possibly go on with life?

The answer was simple. My children. My three handsome boys. I am so lucky and blessed to be the mother of Sam, Ben, and Jack. God knew I would not be able to do this alone. He knew I needed three strong personalities to keep me jumping and busy everyday. God knew I would let myself wither away in bed if I could. I was sent these three amazing boys to help me. They are the reason I get up every morning and they are the reason I can still smile. They have no idea how much I need them. I hope they realize one day that they saved me.

During one of my sessions with my counselor I was talking about the time we spent at the Mayo Clinic in 2008. I was telling her that the doctors were calling him a medical mystery and that they were having a hard time knowing how to help him. I don't think I mentioned this in my medical history post, but one of the doctors told us that starving bodies will take nutrition out of every muscle and bone it can. The last place it takes nutrition from is your temples. Joe's temples had been sunk in at one of his appointments and when the doctor saw that he really didn't think he was going to make it. Of course, he didn't tell us that at the time, but only after Joe had started doing better. There were two doctors that had told us (after he was doing better) that they didn't think he was going make it and another doctor at the Mayo Hospital that said it was in God's hands. I am sure there were many more doctors that were thinking the same thing.

After I finished telling my counselor this she looked at me and said, "you were given a gift." I just looked at her not really understanding what she meant. "Heavenly Father knew you were not ready to let him go in 2008." I was thinking in my head...I am not ready in 2011 either! But as we sat and talked some more I started to realize that she was right. (Not that I was ready in 2011, but that we had been given a gift.) We were allowed to keep Jonas in our lives for a couple more years. Jonas was here for the birth of our third son, we were able to go on family vacations and family outings, we were able to have two more years to make memories. We had two more years to learn, grow, and become a stronger family. The strain on a marriage when someone is chronically ill is tough. The stress since mid 2007 was taking its toll on us and we had grown apart. By the summer of 2008 we were doing much better. We were finally able to work on "us" and had fallen in love all over again. It's very true that you have to continually work on your marriage to make it work. I think in every marriage there will be times when you grow apart, but you have to keep working on the "us" part so that you have the wonderful experience of falling in love again and again with your spouse.

Now, had I known the next two years were a gift I would have done things SO MUCH different, but, you know...we aren't supposed to go there. So I try not to. Things really were good between me and Joe. Better than good. They were as perfect as they could have been. We loved each other and we loved our children. Yes, I wish we would have had the "if I ever die" talk and I wish I would have video recorded him more often. I wish he would have had the chance to write letters to our boys and let them know how much he loves them and how proud he was of them. He loved being their daddy. I wished I would have known (or realized) that his time was almost gone and that I would have had a chance to tell him once more how much I love and appreciate him. But I try to remain grateful for the years I had with him. I try to stay positive for my boys so that they can have a happy childhood. I know I will see Jonas again and I dream about that awesome reunion we will have one day. We are so blessed to have a loving Heavenly Father. He blessed us with our Joe for two extra years. I will forever treasure the memories we made. When I am having one of those hard nights I will try and remember that because I am loved, I was given a gift.

Joe & Sam 2003

Joe & Ben 2005

Joe & Jack 2008

The Final Medical History

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On January 12, 2011 Jonas was admitted to the hospital again. They admitted him for severe swelling, fatigue, and a continual high bilirubin count. This hospital stay was different though...he actually seemed to be doing better after a few days and we left feeling hopeful. That didn't seem to happen at the end of very many hospital stays. He started seeing a physical therapist during this visit which seemed to help him a lot. When he was discharged on January 16th we set up appointments to continue with the physical therapy. He had started to feel so much better and the bilirubin count was coming down. On our way home from the hospital he wanted to visit all the guys at work. It was so good for him to go there and visit with his co-workers. He had been home from work since mid November and it made him feel so good physically and mentally to go out and be able to visit people. He was even feeling good enough to ask if there was work that he could do at home. It was a very positive day.

A few days later Joe heard from his boss at work and because of legal issues with Jonas being on short term disability he was not able to do any work from home. I think hearing that news was really hard on him. He felt so useless at home and was going crazy with not being able to do anything all day but watch movies and sleep. He had finally started to feel better and he desperately wanted to work. But Joe was a fighter. He did his physical therapy exercises every day and never gave up hope that he was going to get better.

 On January 28th we got some more positive news. His liver doctor had found a stone blocking one of his bile ducts and thought they maybe it was the stone causing the bilirubin to stay in his body. His hope was to remove the stone and then have the bilirubin free to leave his body. Dr. Hutson was excited, Jonas was excited, I was excited, it was a really good day! On the way home from that appointment we talked about how in a few months Jonas would be feeling so much better and would be back to work and back to his "normal" life. We were feeling so hopeful and so happy on that drive home. The next day Jonas went in to have the stone removed. I waited in the room with Joe's mom and when they brought Jonas back in from the procedure the first thing he said to me was, "there was nothing there." I thought he was joking. I said, "you're kidding" with a smile on my face. He said in a very sad voice...."there was nothing there, they found nothing". I just looked at Kathy and we didn't know what to think. I don't think we understood what he was saying. Then the doctor walked in and told us that when they went in with their scope they had found nothing. Sometimes MRI's can show artifacts or "ghost" images on the film.  What Dr. Hutson had seen on the MRI was one of those artifacts. There was no stone to remove. There would be no bilirubin leaving Joe's system. There would no getting healthy in the next few months and moving on with our life together. It was a heartbreaking and frustrating day. We were devastated. Joe felt defeated. 

Things really went downhill after that day. Jonas had become very depressed and spent most of his time sleeping. I don't know if it was the sadness that kept him asleep or that his body was dying and God knew he wouldn't be able to deal with that. Either way, it ended up being a huge blessing that he spent his last three weeks sleeping most of the day. 


On February 14th Dr. Hutson fit Jonas into his schedule to see him in clinic because of how poorly he was feeling. I was helping at Sam's Valentines party in school so Joe's mom and my mom took him to his appointment. I knew he would be admitted to the hospital because he had become so much worse in the past two weeks. 


Notes from Dr. Hutson's report of his visit with Jonas on February 14, 2011:
"Jonas returns today for follow up of an autoimmune induced cholangiopathy (a disease of the bile ducts). He is being treated with IV Solu-Medrol for the last eight weeks and cyclosporine was added two weeks ago. He has continued to have a downhill course. Over the last several days, he is no longer able to walk on his own volition. He has nausea and is unable to eat. He has been having abdominal distension and his ascites is worse. His energy has been very low and every time he eats, his stomach feels more bloated. He has not been having any fever or chills at home, but he has become quite lethargic and his wife states that he has become confused at times as well."


"Jaundice most likely caused by an autoimmune cholangiopathy with destruction of the bile ducts. He is currently on IV Solu-Medrol and cyclosporine in an effort to treat this condition. There are no similar patient reports available in the literature. He also has had a downhill course physically since he was last seen.

On the 15th Jonas ended up in ICU for 24 hours because of a paracentesis procedure they had done to try and drain some of the fluid in his body. He developed a site bleed which they had a hard time getting stopped. They ended up replacing 2 units FFP, 1 unit platelets, and 4 units PRBC transfusion. That was a ton of blood! What is so frustrating about this is that I didn't even know it was happening! No one ever called me! I got a call from my sister in laws mom who works in the pharmacy at the U of U Hospital. She was calling to see why Jonas had been moved to the ICU and she wanted to make sure I knew he was there. Well, I had no idea! I was so glad she had called and told me. I was so upset and thinking about it right now is actually making me ticked off. I, of course, didn't say anything to the doctors. I am not a confrontational person and just told the doctor it was ok when he apologized for not being able to reach me. He said he a tried and had a wrong number (whatever) but, thinking about it now I should have yelled really loud at him and made a big fuss about it. That was horrible of them to not let me know that my husband was needing a blood transfusion and was in the ICU. I am ticked!

On Thursday February 17th Joe's team of doctors came in and told us that they had done everything they could but felt that in order for Jonas to get better he would need a liver transplant. They also said that he would not be able to get a liver transplant unless they could determine if he did or did not have the M. Kansasii infection. If he still had the infection he would not be a candidate for a transplant. I remember hearing what they were saying and looking at them every now and then but I was mainly focused on Jonas and what he was doing. At this point he was very confused and wasn't really aware of what the doctors were saying. He had a build up of (something that I can't remember the name) in his blood stream that was causing his confusion. I remember watching Jonas try and open a straw and put it in his cup. It was so hard for him to do and I was so worried about him and why he couldn't do such a simple thing. I don't think what the doctors were telling me really sunk in.


On Friday Joe's doctors told us they would like us to meet with the Palliative Care team. Now, I guess I was the confused one at this point because before the doctor mentioned palliative care he was talking about physical therapy and seeing if Jonas would qualify for the rehab program. Then he started talking about palliative care. So when the palliative care representative came in and started telling us about what they do and when we could set up his appointment we (me, Jonas, Kathy, Denny, & Melissa) were all a little shocked. This is what palliative care is:

Palliative care (pronounced pal-lee-uh-tiv) is specialized medical care for people with serious illnesses. It is focused on providing patients with relief from the symptoms, pain, and stress of a serious illness—whatever the diagnosis. The goal is to improve quality of life for both the patient and the family.

Palliative care is provided by a team of doctors, nurses, and other specialists who work together with a patient's other doctors to provide an extra layer of support. It is appropriate at any age and at any stage in a serious illness and can be provided along with curative treatment.

She started talking about what decisions we would need to be making if Jonas became worse and what his wishes would be. I think we were all speechless. We thought he would be getting physical therapy and she was talking about what Joe's wishes would be if he were to get worse... 

We initially set up the meeting for the next day which was Saturday, but I called back that night and told her we wanted to change in until Tuesday, February 22nd (since Monday was a holiday) she said that would be fine. There was no hurry.

So we got through the weekend and Monday with not much change. Jonas was usually asleep when I was there. I think it was on Friday that I told Jonas what the doctors had said about his liver. I tried to make him understand so that he would knew what we were up against. I told him he needed the liver transplant or he wouldn't make it. He said "OK". But thats all that was said. We talked about how he would get stronger with physical therapy and that hopefully he could get the transplant. We still had hope. There was no talk of death or "what if's". In fact, we had never in our entire marriage talked about death. It was just something that Jonas couldn't talk about. It was too hard for him to think about let alone talk about. I left Monday night thinking I would be back the next afternoon to talk to the Palliative Care team. We would talk about what they would do to make him stronger and what tests they would do to determine if he still had the lung infection. We were going to discuss if Jonas should be moved to a Skilled Nursing Facility until he got strong enough to come home. But none of that took place. I wish I would have never left the hospital that night. I wish I would have stayed there all night holding his hand telling him that I love him.

Our last picture together...taken on February 18, 2011

The Angels Who Welcomed Jonas Home

Sometimes late at night when I am at my lowest, one of the only things that comforts me is knowing that Jonas is not alone. He is surrounded by people who love him and by family members that he never had the chance to meet here on earth. What a glorious reunion he had!


 He was greeted by his brother-in-law, Jesse Person. Jesse married his high school sweet heart Melissa Webster when Jonas was on his mission. They married in October of 1995. Jesse was an amazing man. He was kind and thoughtful and one of the things I remember most about him is how respectful he was to everyone he met. He was such a gentleman! Maybe he learned that from getting through boot camp and becoming a United States Marine, but I am pretty sure Jesse was always that way! Everyone loved listening to Jesse's stories. He was so animated and he had the BEST laugh! I can still clearly hear that distinct "Jesse" laugh. It is unforgettable! We miss him so much. He was killed in a car accident on February 11, 2002. Ten years ago today. What a horrible time that was. I remember everything about that day and I sometimes wish I didn't. It was horrible. He left behind his beautiful wife Melissa and their two sons; Jordan, age 5 and Davin, a month away from turning 2. Melissa was 14 weeks pregnant with their daughter Briauna. Jonas and I named Ben after his uncle Jesse.....Benjamin Jesse Webster....we were both so proud to have Ben carry on that name. I imagine Jonas and Jesse are having a great time discussing history together and enjoying each other's company in the grand library I imagine there is in Heaven.

Jonas was also greeted by his Grandpa Fred Todd and Grandma Veryle Todd. They are Joe's mom's parents. Now, those two were a crack up! They were always saying the funniest things...even if it wasn't the most appropriate of a comment at the time....yeah, they just said it how it was. Tactful or not! But they were very caring and loving and were always so concerned about how each of their children and grandchildren were doing. Jonas and his Grandpa Todd enjoyed talking physics together. They were both very smart and had some long physics discussions together. I am so glad Jonas gets to be with his Grandma and Grandpa again. Now they can talk as long as they want about physics and I am not there rushing Joe out the door! (In my defense....have you ever sat in on a physics discussion?!?) :)

He was greeted by his Grandpa Byron Webster. Joe's Grandpa "Bud" helped us with so many projects over the years. He knew how to fix anything! He was always so kind and willing to help us. Jonas always looked forward to the times he spent with his Grandma and Grandpa Webster. Over the years, we had many BBQ's and holiday dinners with the Webster family and I always enjoyed the time we spent there. Bud died in November of 2010 just 3 months before Jonas. His funeral was the last time people saw Jonas before he got really sick. Bud left behind his sweet wife Alberta. We love her so much and we miss our Grandpa Bud!

Jonas was greeted by one of his best friends Ryan Furness. They went to school together, were on the Taylorsville swim team together, mountain climbed together, and had many good times together. I remember when we heard the news that Ryan was in the hospital. One day he got flu like symptoms and a few days later he was in the hospital and never came home. I remember going to the hospital to see him. He was in a coma and they didn't know what was wrong yet. Later they found cancer in his stomach, but I remember how sad his wife was. They had one young boy and I remember feeling so sad for her. It was a very hard time for Joe. Now Jonas and Ryan can climb, swim, and camp all they want. At least I hope they get to do that in Heaven!

I am so thankful for these wonderful angels that were there to greet Jonas. He also had cousins there, great-grandparents, my grandpa Leary, my uncle Denny and my uncle Al, and many more that I am not even aware of. Thank you so much for taking care of my Joe. Thank you for being there to welcome him home.

A Modern Day Frog Miracle

Last summer Sam and Ben caught three frogs in our yard. I have always had a rule: "If you find it in the yard, it stays in the yard." But without fail they always try and convince me to keep the "pets". Snakes, frogs, bugs, caterpillars and even cats. I have never had a problem enforcing the rule. They keep the creature for the day and then let it go home at bedtime so it can go sleep next to its family. Well, pretty much since February of 2011 I have not been very good at enforcing the rules. It's hard enforcing rules all by myself. I don't like it. I am not good at it. It makes me tired. So when they came to me and asked if they could keep these frogs as pets, I said yes. But, I did tell them they shouldn't expect the frogs to live more than a few days. Tiny frogs just won't last long in a cage. They were warned. 


Skip ahead 8 months. Yup, the dang frogs are still alive! We feed them tiny crickets a couple times a month and keep plenty of water in their cage. I guess they like it in there because these frogs aren't going anywhere!


On Saturday Sam and Ben had their frogs out of the cage and were playing with them. Ben decided the frogs were getting cold and gave them a warm bath in the sink. He had the water running and wanted to make them really warm so he only left the hot water on. He said they were swimming around and then they both got stiff. I was downstairs when I heard Sam screaming and crying. I knew something had happened to the frogs. I ran upstairs and Ben was holding two lifeless frogs. It looked like they were still breathing but their legs were stiffened out behind them and they couldn't move. I put them in the sink filled with cold water but all they did was float on their backs. I told Sam and Ben that they were dead and they both lost it.


Sam was throwing things around in his room screaming and crying. He tore his bed apart and then my bed apart. He threw the coats off the coat rack and was banging things against the wall. He was so angry and hurt and it just broke my heart to see him like that. At one point he said he wanted to kill himself. I think he has so much anger built up inside him from when Jonas died that when this happened he did not know how to control all that anger. 


Ben was crying on the floor and just kept saying he wanted to go to Heaven to live with his family. It was a horrible scene in my house on that Saturday afternoon! Sam decided we should say a prayer but he said he would just do it in his mind. 


I told Sam that we should bury them and he said "No!" He did not want those frogs to be put in the cold ground. I wrapped them in some toilet paper and set them on my kitchen counter. I decided to have my dad come and get Sam so he could play at his house and have some distance from Ben. (Sam was blaming Ben for this and he was really mad at him.) When Sam left he told me not to bury them until he got home. Ben went to a friends house to play and Jack stayed home with me. I kept checking the frogs to see if they had stopped moving. About two hours later one had totally stopped moving and looked flattened and darker green. The other was still making small movements. I thought the poor thing was dying slowly and suffering. I was feeling pretty bad for him.


This whole incident happened around noon. At 4:00 pm I walked into the kitchen to help Jack and noticed a frog sitting on my kitchen floor. I couldn't believe it! I lifted up the toilet paper and the other frog was sitting up looking at me. I was shocked. The crazy lucky frogs were alive! Their legs were tucked up underneath them again and they were crawling (not hopping) around. Maybe they had just been in deep shock or something but we are calling it a frog miracle! I called Sam and he was so happy (as you can imagine) he let out a loud, "YES!!!!" Then I called Ben.  I don't think he believed me at first because all I got from him was silence on the other end of the phone. After I told him a second time he said, "really?" I told him yes and he said, "it must have been Jesus."

Yes, Ben, I think you are right. I think your daddy saw how much you two were hurting and asked if there was anything that could be done to help these little frogs. It was a modern day frog miracle. 

The big light green frog is their cousin Kaleb's frog. After his mom heard what happened to Sam and Ben's frogs she brought theirs over and said they could have it. (I think she was glad to be rid of it!) So yes, thanks to my sister we now have FOUR pet frogs!

Your Last Year With Us

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It's very strange and surreal to think that 2010 was the last full year Jonas was with us. How different I would have been had I known he would be gone in 14 very short months. If I knew then what I know now...

You could drive yourself literally crazy thinking about all the things you "should" have done. It's not a good place to be. I still tend to go there sometimes, its hard not to, but I try to get away from that bad place really fast. Growing up my dad would always say, "you can't should have anything Brittney". I guess I had a tendency to dwell on the past and what I should have done different. Wow, I haven't changed much! But I have learned from all this that it really isn't a good place to go. If you find yourself walking down the "should have" lane, run really fast. Do not let your mind go there. It will only get you stuck in the mud.

In January 2010 we took a trip to Disneyland with my family. Jonas hadn't been feeling good so I was pretty nervous about the vacation. The first day we drove to Las Vegas and that night Jonas was so sick. He told me he just wanted to go home. He was considering having me take him to the airport and just flying home. I remember walking into the bedroom and seeing him laying curled up on the bed. It was such a sad sight to see my husband so sick on what was supposed to be such a fun family vacation. He felt a little better the next morning and managed to drive to Anaheim. He rested the remainder of the day and the next morning he said he couldn't go to Disneyland with us. He felt bad, I felt bad, my boys were sad. I was starting to get really mad at his sickness. Why couldn't the doctors fix him?!? We went the first day without him and the next two days he came with us. I still don't know how he managed to get through Disneyland for two days when he felt so horrible. He is awesome.

On the way home we stopped at the beach. It was so beautiful and peaceful. We all love the beach and wished we could have stayed longer, but we had a long drive to St. George ahead of us and Jonas still wasn't feeling good. We talked about taking a family vacation to the beach the next year. In my mind I picture Jonas waiting for us on the beach so we can finally take our vacation.

Jonas ended up in the hospital on February 18th. I don't remember the exact reason they admitted him but, I do remember this was when he had to get surgery to change his port from the right side of his chest to his left. It really bothers me that I don't have much recollection of this hospital stay. I don't even know how long he was there but, I know he was home by February 28th because I have a picture of him at home that day.

March 14th was Ben's 5th birthday and I had planned a big family dinner for him, but he spent the night before throwing up so we just had my parents and Joe's parents over for cake and ice cream. This is my favorite picture of Joe and his mom. Jonas was such a good son. He loved his mom and dad unconditionally. In his eyes, they were perfect and he treated them with great respect. (At least as an adult!) I'm sure I know they have some "not so respectful" stories of Joe as a teenager!

The more I think about each month of 2010 the less I seem to remember. I am furious at myself for not keeping a journal. I don't remember how Jonas was feeling on Easter, but this is a picture of him Easter morning and he looks good. But, he was always so good at hiding how he was feeling physically.

Joe loved being able to come to Sam and Ben's t-ball games. It was so fun that Sam and Ben got to be on the same team for the 2010 season. They didn't play last season but I am hoping they will want to do it this year.

My brother-in-law, Dan took these pictures of Joe on Mother's Day. Jonas had no idea he was taking them. They have become my favorite pictures and I absolutely treasure them. The first time I saw these pictures were on the DVD my cousin made of Jonas for his funeral. I am so glad my cousin saw these at Dan's house and told Dan he needed them for the video. They are perfect pictures of my husband.

At the end of May we went to Joe's cousins wedding. Ben agreed (with lots of bribing) to be the ring bearer since his older brother Sam backed out. After the ceremony and dinner was over we had so much fun dancing the night away. Jonas is not one to get out on the dance floor and show his stuff, but he did on this night and it was so much fun! All the cousins were out on the floor bustin' their moves. My little break dancer Ben was in his glory. I think it is a memory all the Websters will treasure.

June 15th was Sam's 7th birthday and the only picture I have of Jonas on that day is one that shows him in the far bottom right corner....do you see his happy smile?

We went to Lagoon in July but I only have pictures of my kids with their cousins, so once again I don't remember if Jonas was there. I think my entire 2010 became a big fog starting in November of that year. My 2011 has also become dream like and foggy. Hopefully sometime in the near future I will get my brain back!

This is a picture of us at our annual 4th of July breakfast at my mom and dad's house. Jonas has his TPN backpack on so I am assuming this is about the time the doctors started running it for longer. His face also looks swollen so he must have gone on prednisone sometime in June? I question this because I don't remember the exact time frame, but I think it was sometime in the summer he was put on prednisone.

We went to Yellowstone in July with my sister Katie, her husband Kyle, and their son Kaleb who is three months younger than Jack. It was such a fun vacation! We rented a pop up trailer so Jonas would have a place to do his IV antibiotics and the boys loved it. Oh, I loved it too. Sleeping in a trailer is definitely the way to camp! We stayed in Grants Village and camped there for 4 nights. On the way home we talked about how we would start saving to buy a trailer since we planned on doing lots of camping and fishing now that the boys were getting older...

Our 13th wedding anniversary was on June 26th but we waited until August to celebrate since my wonderful husband agreed to take me to see Josh Turner! If you don't know Josh Turner you are totally missing out on an amazing voice. He is a country singer and Jonas isn't really a fan of country so I was thrilled that he said he would take me. The concert was at the Ed Kenley amphitheater and we spent the night at a hotel in Layton. Jonas didn't feel that good but I still remember it being a really fun time and I loved spending time with just Joe.

August 21st was Joe's 35th birthday. Little did we know it would be the last birthday he would be here for. That just sucks. I don't even have any pictures to document it, but I am hoping I can find someone that had a camera that night. We always celebrate Joe's birthday in the canyon with both our families. We have dinner and peach cobbler. It's always a good time and it's something we will always do on Joe's birthday to celebrate his life.

There was a family reunion for Joe's moms side of the family in September. It was the first reunion the Todd family had had in years. I think it was such a neat thing that so many people got to see Jonas that loved him and hadn't seen him in so many years. It was the last time they would get to see Joe and I am so grateful that we attended the reunion and people got to say their "goodbye". Even if they didn't know that's what they were doing.

September 19th was Jack's 2nd birthday. I don't have any pictures of Joe on that day because he was the one taking all the pictures.

On October 3rd we went Topaz hunting with the Webster family. Joe's mom went all the time when she was little and it was something she loved to do. The kids had so much fun looking for "crystals". Ben was positive we would become rich. I remember it was really windy and hot the day we went, but we had a good time and we are so glad we had that last family outing with the Websters.

The next weekend we went to the cabin with the Webster clan. But I don't have any pictures! And really, the only thing that jogs my memory for 2010 is pictures, so I don't really remember it. I am hoping my mother-in-law has some that will help out my poor memory.

The teenager in the chair is having a blast! 

I didn't want to get family pictures, but the last one we took was when Jack was six months old. I kept saying "as soon as I loose 10 pounds" we will get one. Well, I never lost 10 pounds and Jonas was really swollen from the steroids but we still got them done. I am SO grateful we did! These were taken the first week of October.

We love Halloween at our house! We love the decorations, carving pumpkins, scary parties, dressing up, and of course the candy! I always make spooky dinner food on Halloween night and we watch a movie with the kids after trick-or-treating. I have lots of fun memories surrounding Halloween. Our last Halloween together was pretty low key since Jonas wasn't doing that great. He had been sick pretty much the entire month of October. His diarrhea was so bad that he was having to give himself bags of saline to keep hydrated. I made spooky dinner food, but Jonas couldn't eat any and he wasn't able to take the kids out trick-or-treating. He was able to sit with us the night we carved pumpkins though, and the boys and him had fun looking on the computer for scary pumpkins to carve.

It's pretty obvious Joe feels like crap. I'm so glad he
carved pumpkins with us though.

Jack is thinking his mom has gone crazy. I probably had!

Jonas and I took our last date on November 6, 2010. We went to a Utah football game and even though the Utes got killed and Jonas was not feeling good at all, we still had a good time and loved being there together. We went to a Utes football game in August too, but I didn't have pictures for that one.

About a week later everything changed. Jonas started to get worse and he developed really severe jaundice. I remember on a Sunday night I was changing the needles and dressing on his port and I kept thinking to myself how yellow his chest looked. I didn't say anything to Joe because I didn't want to worry him. It was probably 2 days later that his whole body went yellow and it was obvious to everyone. He stopped being able to go to work on November 10th. He was admitted to the hospital on November 19, 2010. They admitted him for dehydration, fatigue, and bilirubin levels of around 18. Normal is is 0.3-1.0. During December his bilirubin level reached a peak of 44! He was sent home from the hospital on December 1, 2010.  I found an email Jonas sent to his boss at work. This is what he had to say:

Hey Danny,

Thought I better get back to you soon ... the last few days I've been poked, prodded and bruised up.  I'm still in the hospital and I might leave today or in the next few days depending on what the liver doctors decided on.  My bilirubin has skyrocketed to 25 (about 12x the normal) and my other liver enzymes have jumped up to very high levels.  They've reached a plateau where they are not going up or down.  Either way it can take weeks to months to get the liver functions down.  Right now, the doctors are deciding on whether to do a liver biopsy (which shouldn't be as bad as the bone marrow biopsy they did a few days ago.)  They either think I have a dili (drug induced liver injury) or some type of autoimmune hepatitis.

They also removed my old port on my chest because of another line infection and gave me both a temporary picc-line and a newer port-o-cath. 
But anyways, I'm feeling ok and looking yellow, like one of the Simpson's characters.  I'll keep you updated ... say hi to everyone and hope everything is well.

-Joe


This is an email Jonas sent to his boss on December 9, 2010.


Hi Danny,

Last Tuesday I had a lung biopsy (really wasn't painful) because my bilirubin kept climbing ... from Last Friday to today it jumped from 31 to 36 to 38.  Unfortunately, we won't know anything until tomorrow or Monday.

I'm still feeling like crud and is very hard to get out of bed.  I feel like the Mayo day's when I didn't have any strength.

Anyways, hope everything is going ok for you guys ... say hello.

-Joe


This is an email sent to his boss on December 20, 2010


Hey Danny,

Hope everything has gone well ... I was glad to finally receive some treatment (prednisone) last Thurs for the liver disease.  However, we did some lab tests today the bilirubin has climbed to 44.  The last few days I've been able to walk a little better but I sometimes have that jello wobbly felling in my legs ... really weird.  It's very hard to fight this ... I really don't know when I will be better and even the doctor admits that he has not seen anything like this. I hope to see you and gang real soon.

Sincerely,
Jonas


This was an email sent to his boss on December 27, 2010


Hi Danny,

The last two labs (Friday and today) have shown the bilirubin has stopped climbing and has started to drop (from 44 to 42.6 to 41).  It looks like I'm responding to well to the prednisone.  I'm gaining some strength and was able to go to my parents house for x-mas.  I had to lay down on the couch most of the time but it felt good to get out of the house.  One problem I still have is swollen ankles, no kidding they are the size of tree trunks.  Well I think I'm on the mend (and I'm still yellow) ... sure hope you've had a great Christmas and are enjoying the time with your family.  I will see you soon.

-Joe 




Jonas was able to spend Christmas with us and join us at most of the holiday parties. This is a picture of him and his brother and sister at the Webster Christmas party.

Jonas was able to celebrate my birthday with me over at my moms house. 

He was even able to come to my moms house on Christmas Eve

And Christmas Day...

The socks Jonas has on are compression socks.
He was trying to keep the swelling down in his feet
and legs.

This is over at his mom and dad's house. He had a bunch
of things he wanted from the Apple store.

The year 2010 had come to an end. I wish I could remember what we did for New Years Eve, but surprise surprise, I don't remember! Of course, there were lots of other fun things and family events we did during the year. There were birthdays, a baby blessing, mother's day, father's day, and many other good times. I just don't have pictures of them and I guess this blog post could go on for a very long time! It was a hard year for Jonas physically and mentally. He was always feeling so fatigued and worn out. It's so hard to live that way and never get any answers as to why all these things were happening. He was a medical mystery and it was exhausting and frustrating. 


This is a note out of his medical records from his liver doctor:


December 23, 2010
Dr. Hutson


Probable autoimmune process of the liver that is destroying the bile ducts. I am less likely inclined to believe this is a drug-induced liver injury as I initially thought. This is particularly after the evaluation of the liver biopsy done on December 7th...If the liver continues to worsen, then this patient may end up needing to be in an attempt for a possibility of a liver transplant, although that would certainly be a risky endeavor in view of this patients other medical problems, ion particular the M. Kansasaii infection.