Answering the call of the wild under the trampoline!! When you gotta go, you gotta go. Remember when you were a kid and the shorts had to come all the way off - when did that go out of style?
Ryan's 9th Birthday!
4 years ago
Saturday, February 12, 2011
MY KIDS ARE SMARTER THAN YOUR KIDS!!!!
This week at Elmonica Elementary School in Beaverton, Oregon, it was "Science Week" where the kids learned all sorts of interesting things about science. They participated in an "egg drop" where they packaged up an egg with sponges, bubblewrap, feathers, cardboard, and whaever they could think of before it was thrown off the roof of the school. Both Megan and Porter's eggs survived the ordeal unscathed.
The culmination of Science Week was the Science Fair held on Friday night where each of the students got to display their science projects and have them voted on by the school faculty (and I'm pretty sure several science, physics, and chemistry professors from Harvard and MIT who were in town). Much to everyone's surprize, the winner was not srivinathi - the intel genius' daughter, nor was it Jonny Pack Lee the nuclear physicist’s son. The Second place winner was - Porter McKeehan and in First place - Megan McKeehan, son and daughter of the great B average scholar, Sean McKeehan!!
The culmination of Science Week was the Science Fair held on Friday night where each of the students got to display their science projects and have them voted on by the school faculty (and I'm pretty sure several science, physics, and chemistry professors from Harvard and MIT who were in town). Much to everyone's surprize, the winner was not srivinathi - the intel genius' daughter, nor was it Jonny Pack Lee the nuclear physicist’s son. The Second place winner was - Porter McKeehan and in First place - Megan McKeehan, son and daughter of the great B average scholar, Sean McKeehan!!
Megan's first place project was on the power of magnets - do they intesify or lose their luster under extreme heat or cold? You'll have to call Megan to find the results!!
Porter's experiment was on soda pop - what does it do to the inside of your stomach? Porter inserted a nail in a bottle of Coke, another in a bottle of Diet Coke, and a third in a bottle of water. He then Put a piece of raw chicken into a bottle of Coke. Can you guess which nail was eaten away the most after just three days? Can you guess what color the chicken was after two days or what color the chicken-exposed Coke turned? Sorry but to find the answers you are going to have to call Porter!!
Porter was estatic that he won second place - right up until they announced his sister in first place - then the tears started welling up in his eyes. It wasn't until several of his friends came over an congratulated him and wanted to see his cool second-place ribbon that he decided it was ok to come in second to his sister!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Anything for a pretty girl...
It’s has always been the downfall of McKeehan men – we will do anything no matter how stupid for a pretty girl. Here Jack displays his lack of restraint as he lets Corinna tear down his manliness with a few bows, ribbons and flowers.
Realizations sinks in - what have I done?! Will my parents really send this in for my high school yearbook?
Sean out of hospital...
Friends & Family –
I wanted to take a couple of minutes and give you all the latest update. As you have all heard I am out of the hospital and back at home resting and trying to outlast the clots in my left leg and in my lungs. The bottom half of both lungs are not currently functioning, and the top halves are working overtime to keep this big bootie upright. I am on a blood-thinner medicine called Coumadin and will be on this medicine from 6 months to a few years – we need to see how my body reacts to the blood thinning. Coumadin makes it so my body cannot produce any new blood clots. Meanwhile the clots will be broken down and absorbed into my body on their own over the next several months. Please pray that the clots will be absorbed quickly and that there will be no lasting damage to my lungs. If they do not absorb in a few months they will need to be removed surgically – a pretty risky procedure. I have been thinking about what has happened a lot over the last few days that I have been home from the hospital and with my family. I have decided to write down a few of my memories and thoughts and to share them with you. I have titled it “Heroes.”
Heroes
During the first week of December, I had a severe case of the flu – in fact it was only the second confirmed case of the flu in the state of Oregon in 2010. I had high fevers (up to 104.6) that came and went and lasted for upwards of 5 nights. They would be followed by the sweats and the shivers. I had no appetite and no desire to get out of bed and move around. Over that span of 8 days due to my strict diet of Gatorade and Nyquil, I lost 15 pounds and my will to do much of anything other than sleep. Over the weekend as I started to get better, I started to gain my strength. By Sunday night I felt that I had it kicked, on Monday started working from home and by Thursday I felt strong enough to go into the office. After a full day of work I felt strong enough to even go play basketball that night with my city league team.
The team consists of several friends from within and one or two from outside the church. Upon completing my second time down the court I started to feel a little weird, a little light-headed. It must have been the lasting effects of the flu I told myself and shook it off. By the next time down the court, things started getting black and I braced myself by putting my hands on my knees – the next thing I remember is looking up, waking up and looking at Charles Carter’s face and shaking my head violently, as if I were trying to shake the freckles off my face. As things came into focus I could see that I had blacked out. It was later reported to the ER doctor that I had blacked out for 1 minute and 30 seconds to 2 minutes, and was bright purple as I was not getting any oxygen. While I was out, someone called an ambulance, and as I came to and cleared my head I remember telling someone that I did not need an ambulance – that I just needed a place to sit down without 15 people staring at me. So I sat on the bench until halftime – and drank some more Gatorade.
Halftime quickly approached and as I stood to shoot around with the team, and listened to them tell me I was a pansy for fainting and that I still had the flu - and as I started to warm up for the second half everything started to get black around me again. Not wanting to pass out again, I hurried and sat back down on the bench. Every time I stood for more that 5 seconds I would start to fade into darkness. I just needed to rest. I had exerted myself too soon after having the flu I told myself. So I kept score the second half of the game. When the game ended and I got up to leave – I could barely cross the gym floor without having to stop to rest. I stopped 3 more times on the way out of the gym.
By this time I just wanted to go home and go to bed. The guys on the team were a little worried, so they made me call Candace and tell her that I was on my way back to the ER – a place that our family had visited so many times that others joked that we should have a permanent, front row parking spot. The guys on the team then made me go to the ER. All of a sudden they were worried now that the game was over. I will never let any of them forget that I blacked out for 2 minutes on the basketball court and they all said, “Just wait until the game is over and then we’ll take you to the ER.” The doctor later told me that had I gone home to bed that night that I would have died in my sleep.
I had gotten into the ER rather quickly as chest pain patients move to the front of the line. Once I was inside the ER however they were in no hurry to give me a diagnosis, as we waited and waited and waited. While we waited three of my buddies (Charles Carter, Neil Buchan and Jim Welch) gave me a priesthood blessing that the doctors would be able to diagnose the problem quickly and that I would be calmed and able to breathe until they found out what was the matter. They blessed me that I would be able to have the faith I needed to be strong and trust that the Lord would protect me. At 3 am they said I had a “Pulmonary Embolism” – something we had discussed and dismissed earlier because of its severity. I needed to be moved to the ICU or Intensive Care Unit, where the doctors and nurses could watch me around the clock. Being that one of the basketball teammates was still at our house while our kids slept, Candace left around 5:30 am once I was stable and in good hands. She went home, made an attempt at sleep for 1 hour and then got the kids ready and off to school.
A Pulmonary Embolism? After several ex-rays, CAT Scans, blood tests and other – the medical staff decided that I had/have a blood clot the size of an orange on my lungs, and that when it passed through my heart on its way to my lungs earlier that night (as I was running down the basketball court for the third time and blacked out) that I should have died. That 60% of all people would have died in that moment. As my good buddy would say, “What the Fetch?!” “I should have died? Really? Me? Tonight? I’m 41 and have way too much to do still. I have to see the Blazers win a Championship, and see Porter and Jack score winning touchdowns in high school, and then write to them in foreign lands while they are serving their missions. I have to be able to grill the boys that want to take Megan on dates when they get back from their missions, and be there when she wins the state golf tourney and wants to play her practice rounds with her dad. I have to serve a mission with Candace, have to take her to Maui for our 25th wedding anniversary and back again for our 40th, have to spend more time with my brothers and sisters. I have to go on more golfing trips with my buddies and spend more time tickling my nieces and nephews. There is a lot more that I have to do before I leave this Earth!”
What will I do with this new gift of life? Will I squander it and be back to my same old self in 6 months having forgotten about this whole ordeal or would I use it to become someone better? Will I visit those in the hospital because I know first-hand how much that lifts the spirits, will I volunteer around town and do my part to make the world a better place? Will I talk to my brothers and sisters on a regular basis and be more interested in their lives? Will I quit with the petty competitions quit trying to win so much that I push others away? Will I love my family more than a Saturday afternoon football game? I want the answer to these questions to be yes. I hope this new lease on life has given me the strength to follow through in these areas.
The first morning in the ICU I figured out that my teammates were inspired to take me to the hospital. That morning at 8:30 am as I sat to eat some breakfast I had an attack – a severe pain in my chest that would not go away for 2 ½ hours. As the medical team went through their progression of medications trying to determine which would sooth my pain, I cried out in agony and feared for the first time that the doctors might actually know what they were talking about – that I might die right then and there in the ICU. It’s a scary thing when you think you are going to die. I started to think to myself, “Have I done everything I needed to take care of my family and loved ones? Will they be financially stable with me gone? How will they cope with losing their father and husband? Who will care for them when I can no longer do so?” This line of thinking lasted for about an hour and then switched to, “Have I done all that I need to return to live with my Heavenly Father? Have I asked forgiveness from my brothers and sisters for offending them at family reunions? Have I taught enough people about the gospel?” As the doctor finally determined that a combination of Dilaudid and Torredal would do the trick and as I started coming out of my physical and spiritual agony, I immediately started asking the nurse if he had ever heard of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He said yes – that his father was a missionary in Japan and that he had fallen away since his father’s death. We spoke a little more until exhaustion overcame me and I fell asleep.
After two days in the ICU, I was transferred to the Critical Care floor – one step down from the ICU, but not the general population – where I would spend the next 6 days in room 677. Five out of my nine nurses would be male – I thought it a little strange, but it turned out to be very lucky as all of my nurses took great care of me and helped me to recovery. None judged me as I asked for more medication, or as I cried when things got too intense or too tough for me to handle alone. Candace felt relieved that I had mostly male nurses as she felt they would be able to lift me and carry me where I needed to go were I to black out again. There were several times during my stay at the hospital that I felt breaks in the pain only to learn that some of you were praying and/or fasting for me. I still do feel those moments of reprise now at home knowing that you and many others are still praying for me and my family. I want to thank you for your prayers, for your well wishes and your care packages – all of which allowed me to smile and to think of things other than the pain or the realization that I could have (and should have according to my doctors) died two weeks ago.
I want to tell you that I appreciate each of you. I appreciate the many calls and offers from family and friends to come and stay with us during this rough time. Mom, Dad, Barb (Candace’s mom), Candace and Destiny coming to the hospital and sitting with me, playing Scrabble with me, taking me for short walks, getting me fresh water, or reading to me. I want to thank those of you who sat bedside with me or snuck in “outside food” and watched the Blazer games with me. I had over 50 visitors (52) in the hospital and many of those 50 came back several times. I had friends watch the kids, and even had some friends get us a Christmas tree when they noticed that we were without, two weeks before Christmas. I had balloons and cookies and candy and books and magazines and flowers and more candy – how did I lose 8 more pounds while in the hospital this week? What I enjoyed the most was the genuine conversation and concern and tears shed and the heartfelt hugs and kisses. This time spent made me feel loved and kept me from thinking about all of the times the doctors mentioned how “lucky I was to be alive.” There were many who didn’t make it to the hospital that did make it by the house. They also brought gifts of love such as meals for the family, flowers, Ice cream, cards and well wishes. There were so many in fact that I cannot mention them all. There were voicemails, and Facebook posts and text messages from 50 + additional people asking if or how they could help in any way.
Through this process I have come to realize several heroes that stood out during my time in the hospital. If I forgot some it’s because I was on medication and not thinking clearly, or because I still am on medication and am still not thinking clearly now. These heroes helped me in one way or another to realize that I have so much to live for and provided so much love and support – it made me want to be like them – selfless and Christ-like.
The real hero trough this ordeal was my mother-in-law, Barbara, for dropping everything and flying out from New Mexico at a moment’s notice to take care of our family. To take care of Candace and spend time with the kids so Candace could spend more time with me. She did this because she loves the spending time with the kids, she loves Candace and she loves me. I would feel remiss if I did not mention Len (Candace’s dad) who also sacrificed for us – sending his wife two weeks before Christmas to stay through Christmas.
The real heroes were the guys on the team – Charles Carter who stayed with me until 3 am in the ER then gave me a priesthood blessing of healing and comfort. Myles Cluff who immediately upon me arriving at St. Vincent’s Hospital drove to my home and told Candace to go to the hospital and that he would stay with the kids as long as she needed. Myles also visited me a few times at the hospital and made sure I had enough Lord of the Rings movies to last 2 weeks in the hospital. Jeff Nemelka and TJ Carroll who helped me up the stairs at THPRD, and who said, “I don’t think Sean should drive home.” Jim Welsh who also went to my house, came back to the ER, who also participated in the blessing and stayed until 3 am. Neil Buchan was the real hero as he was the one that wouldn’t take me home after the game when I asked him to – instead he took me to the hospital, helped with the blessing and stayed with me. He stayed with me for 4 days. He brought movies, he watched Blazer games with me, smuggled in food, and did everything a good friend could do. When I was feeling good he was feeling good and when I was not doing so hot – he was not doing so hot right beside me.
Kim and Reenie Fisher were the real heroes as they visited me three times, bringing balloons, treats, smiles and love. I can just look into either of their eyes and feel the spirit of the Lord radiate through them. They are such good friends and always had something funny to tell me, something to lift my spirits. I will definitely be visiting them on a regular basis in the old-folks home when they get there – hopefully sharing some of the peace and joy they brought to my bedside.
The real hero was Robbie Severson. She came in on Sunday and gave me a haircut and a shave. Have you ever seen the movie “Phenomenon” when John Travolta is dying and Kyra Sedgewick gives him that sexy hair cut and shave – an act of love from someone that wanted to make out with him? Well this wasn’t like that. This was an awesome act of kindness that motivated me to have the best day ever in the hospital, and helped me to feel great at times the rest of the week whenever anyone mentioned my great hair cut.
The real hero was Andy Thompson my best friend who for some reason has stuck with me since the 5th grade. He was the best man at my wedding, he’s my dentist, and he was there for me at the hospital. He too brought contraband food into the hospital, and stayed with me many nights until late at night empathizing with me from his many hospital visits as an old man. I felt our friendship bond grow even more during the time we spent together this last couple of weeks in the hospital and at now at home. The real hero was his hot wife Mari who asked if she could go Christmas shopping for me, and got everything on the list. And then stopped by to take me last minute shopping for anything else I felt we still needed.
Other heroes were Jade and Justin Thelin who visited me a few times while Jade himself had a broken ankle and was riding around on a mini bicycle to keep his leg elevated as he went. They brought by the famous Thelin Monster Cookies. Jade also brought his hot wife and his cute daughter Payton who made me smile. He then visited me at the house; bringing more goodies and his family again. They are both filed with such positive energy that it flows through them into others in their presence.
The real hero was Sheri Flynn, a neighbor who brought three bags of groceries as we were not concentrating on food at home. She brought over meals for the kids – good meals that they devoured. She brought fruit and snacks and flowers and friendship and love.
The real heroes are the Waldrips who came to the hospital and talked to me – just talked. They asked me about me and then talked to me like I wasn’t on my death bed and told me what was going n in their world. Oh yeah – they are the ones that bought us the great Christmas tree because they could see that we needed one, that there was two weeks until Christmas and that we didn’t have one. The night they brought it to the house there was no power and they had to put it up (an already frustrating Job) in the dark – with only the flashlights of three very excited kids as they felt the Christmas spirit enter their home that night.
The real heroes are the Jones twins, Adam and Austin (Porter’s friends who I have coached in basketball and baseball) who studied up on what blood clots were and then asked their mom to take them to see me. They asked questions and wanted to know when I would be better. Their mom was on Facebook each day sending encouraging messages and brought them to see me. They also brought me a great goodie plate – I know it was great because everyone ate it before I got too much.
The real heroes are the Bingo ladies from Sunset Hills Ward. Nadine, Maureen and Robyn have been coming to the hospital every Tuesday at 1 pm to administer Bingo on close-captioned TV for 30 years. They take calls and put the room numbers of the winners on screen and announce their names on TV. They stopped by my room 30 minutes before the game and let me know what to expect and where to go to play. Candace, Mom and I had fun trying to get a Bingo. About half way through the game I decided I wanted to call Robyn and talk to her. So I called the number on the screen. It was answered and
I said: “Hello Robyn, how are you?”
The lady on the other end (Maureen) said: “This isn’t Robyn. Can I help you?”
Me: “Can I speak to Robyn?”
Maureen: “No. She’s on the air. What do you want? What room are you in?”
Me: “Uh, I have a Bingo, can I tell her?”
Maureen: “No. What room are you in and I will tell her?”
Me: “Ok. I don’t really have a Bingo but I wanted to call Robyn and tell her that she looks hot on TV!”
Maureen: Pause. “Is this Sean?”
Me: “Yes.”
Robyn stopped by after and awarded me and Jack prizes even though we didn’t win. Jack got two spinning tops and I got a back scratcher. I had wanted a back scratcher for two months and had even asked Santa to put one in my stocking…
The real heroes were the Weilers - A loving home teacher and good friend who stopped by on Sunday to bring the Sacrament so I could feel of the Savior’s love and be reminded of his great sacrifice. With five kids of their own, they volunteered to take three more of ours so Candace could come and visit me at the hospital. His wife’s beautiful voice calmed me and sent away my pain for 10 minutes as she shared her beautiful talent and song. Her reminder of my Savior’s role in my life, of His sacrifice and His love for me – the love that I have felt at so many times in my life, and the love that I felt today as I called out to me heavenly Father and asked for His help. I was reminded of our Heavenly Father’s Plan of Salvation and although this is but a blip on the radar in the eternal perspective, that He knows my pain and that He is there to ease my pain - if I just ask.
The real heroes were Megan, Porter and Jack. Each handled my hospitalizing a little differently. Megan (9) and her friends made me get well cards, snow globes and other trinkets I could place around my hospital room. Jack (3) asked Santa in the mall if his daddy could come home for Christmas, and ran in a jumped up on my bed with me each time he saw me. Porter (7), who I have been extra close to recently, didn’t know how to act at first when he would see me – not sure if he should touch me. My second best day at the hospital was when Megan, Porter and Candace came to the hospital and we all played a game. Porter sat next to me up on the bed while we played, gave me a hug and told me he loved me. They lifted my spirits more than I would have thought possible, and I missed them when they weren’t there with me.
The real hero was Loretta Taylor who drove my mother to and from the hospital. She came by and shared funny stories and made me laugh. She reminded me of how good I’ve got it and that things weren’t really that bad. She gave me a couple of great hugs and told me she loves me. The Dyers were also heroes as they came by a shared their feelings. They are like a second set of parents for me, and have taken care of all of us when ever needed. Their shared their testimony with me and let me know they knew everything would be ok.
The real heroes were my nurses – all 9 of them. Nick, Jewel, Justin, Yvonne, Phillip, Jim, Vlad, Mckenzie and Nonna. They were awesome and I spoke of them earlier.
My hot 15-year-old sister Destiny was the real hero as she came by and went on short walks with me in the hospital and held my hand in case I was to fall over. I’m not sure what she would have done had I fallen, but she was there with me regardless. She even took out her earphones a couple of times and talked to me as we walked.
The Bottgers were the real heroes as they brought great meals (steak and potatoes, ice cream, apple pie, cookies), lotion for Candace and get well cards for me, and love to our family.
Mike Betts was a hero as he came by to visit – he can always make me smile no matter my mood. We talked as friends of many years and in the end both got a little teary-eyed. To see a couple of big studs break down must have been pretty comical. When he left he hugged me told me he loved me and I knew he really did.
Stephanie, Kathy, Carla, Brooke, Erin, Weezie, Noreen, Michael, Dan, Amy, Terry and Iris were all heroes from Entercom. They came by and/or sent their love – they let me know that everyone at work is worried and wants me to return quickly. They brought me treats and bettered my spirits. Their messages of love and concern inspired me when I needed it the most.
The real hero was Julie Buchan. She brought me the best soup on the planet, and brought the power of NetFlix to my hospital room! She visited me several times, sat on the edge of my bed always with genuine concern as to my well being.
The real heroes were my parents. They were there at the hospital almost daily. They sat by me and talked, they read to me, they laughed and cried with me. They brought me Blizzards; they played games and rubbed my head when I was in pain or discomfort. They spoke to the family and let them know of any updates, and got the family prayers organized. They walked with me and prayed with me. I couldn’t ask for better parents.
The real hero through this all was the love of my life. I want to also tell each of you how much I love and appreciate Candace. She has sacrificed so much these last two weeks, living on such little sleep and spending so much time with me in the hospital, very rarely leaving me alone – and only doing so when she knew someone else would be here. She did all of this while getting the house ready for Christmas and getting the kids to and from school each day. The best part was when she walked into the room each day, sat on the edge of my bed and held my hand. As she did this ALL of the pain would leave my body for several minutes and everything would be better!
I love each of these great people and have learned so much from each of them – they are my heroes! And I hope to follow in their footsteps and become a hero like they have. They have sacrificed so much of their time, resources and talents, all to make me feel a little better while in the hospital, and to let me know of their love.
I have been home for a couple of days now and have had time to reflect on my time in room 677. It feels so good to be out of the hospital – I am nowhere near full strength, but as I get better I know I have my heroes to rely upon.
- Sean
I wanted to take a couple of minutes and give you all the latest update. As you have all heard I am out of the hospital and back at home resting and trying to outlast the clots in my left leg and in my lungs. The bottom half of both lungs are not currently functioning, and the top halves are working overtime to keep this big bootie upright. I am on a blood-thinner medicine called Coumadin and will be on this medicine from 6 months to a few years – we need to see how my body reacts to the blood thinning. Coumadin makes it so my body cannot produce any new blood clots. Meanwhile the clots will be broken down and absorbed into my body on their own over the next several months. Please pray that the clots will be absorbed quickly and that there will be no lasting damage to my lungs. If they do not absorb in a few months they will need to be removed surgically – a pretty risky procedure. I have been thinking about what has happened a lot over the last few days that I have been home from the hospital and with my family. I have decided to write down a few of my memories and thoughts and to share them with you. I have titled it “Heroes.”
Heroes
During the first week of December, I had a severe case of the flu – in fact it was only the second confirmed case of the flu in the state of Oregon in 2010. I had high fevers (up to 104.6) that came and went and lasted for upwards of 5 nights. They would be followed by the sweats and the shivers. I had no appetite and no desire to get out of bed and move around. Over that span of 8 days due to my strict diet of Gatorade and Nyquil, I lost 15 pounds and my will to do much of anything other than sleep. Over the weekend as I started to get better, I started to gain my strength. By Sunday night I felt that I had it kicked, on Monday started working from home and by Thursday I felt strong enough to go into the office. After a full day of work I felt strong enough to even go play basketball that night with my city league team.
The team consists of several friends from within and one or two from outside the church. Upon completing my second time down the court I started to feel a little weird, a little light-headed. It must have been the lasting effects of the flu I told myself and shook it off. By the next time down the court, things started getting black and I braced myself by putting my hands on my knees – the next thing I remember is looking up, waking up and looking at Charles Carter’s face and shaking my head violently, as if I were trying to shake the freckles off my face. As things came into focus I could see that I had blacked out. It was later reported to the ER doctor that I had blacked out for 1 minute and 30 seconds to 2 minutes, and was bright purple as I was not getting any oxygen. While I was out, someone called an ambulance, and as I came to and cleared my head I remember telling someone that I did not need an ambulance – that I just needed a place to sit down without 15 people staring at me. So I sat on the bench until halftime – and drank some more Gatorade.
Halftime quickly approached and as I stood to shoot around with the team, and listened to them tell me I was a pansy for fainting and that I still had the flu - and as I started to warm up for the second half everything started to get black around me again. Not wanting to pass out again, I hurried and sat back down on the bench. Every time I stood for more that 5 seconds I would start to fade into darkness. I just needed to rest. I had exerted myself too soon after having the flu I told myself. So I kept score the second half of the game. When the game ended and I got up to leave – I could barely cross the gym floor without having to stop to rest. I stopped 3 more times on the way out of the gym.
By this time I just wanted to go home and go to bed. The guys on the team were a little worried, so they made me call Candace and tell her that I was on my way back to the ER – a place that our family had visited so many times that others joked that we should have a permanent, front row parking spot. The guys on the team then made me go to the ER. All of a sudden they were worried now that the game was over. I will never let any of them forget that I blacked out for 2 minutes on the basketball court and they all said, “Just wait until the game is over and then we’ll take you to the ER.” The doctor later told me that had I gone home to bed that night that I would have died in my sleep.
I had gotten into the ER rather quickly as chest pain patients move to the front of the line. Once I was inside the ER however they were in no hurry to give me a diagnosis, as we waited and waited and waited. While we waited three of my buddies (Charles Carter, Neil Buchan and Jim Welch) gave me a priesthood blessing that the doctors would be able to diagnose the problem quickly and that I would be calmed and able to breathe until they found out what was the matter. They blessed me that I would be able to have the faith I needed to be strong and trust that the Lord would protect me. At 3 am they said I had a “Pulmonary Embolism” – something we had discussed and dismissed earlier because of its severity. I needed to be moved to the ICU or Intensive Care Unit, where the doctors and nurses could watch me around the clock. Being that one of the basketball teammates was still at our house while our kids slept, Candace left around 5:30 am once I was stable and in good hands. She went home, made an attempt at sleep for 1 hour and then got the kids ready and off to school.
A Pulmonary Embolism? After several ex-rays, CAT Scans, blood tests and other – the medical staff decided that I had/have a blood clot the size of an orange on my lungs, and that when it passed through my heart on its way to my lungs earlier that night (as I was running down the basketball court for the third time and blacked out) that I should have died. That 60% of all people would have died in that moment. As my good buddy would say, “What the Fetch?!” “I should have died? Really? Me? Tonight? I’m 41 and have way too much to do still. I have to see the Blazers win a Championship, and see Porter and Jack score winning touchdowns in high school, and then write to them in foreign lands while they are serving their missions. I have to be able to grill the boys that want to take Megan on dates when they get back from their missions, and be there when she wins the state golf tourney and wants to play her practice rounds with her dad. I have to serve a mission with Candace, have to take her to Maui for our 25th wedding anniversary and back again for our 40th, have to spend more time with my brothers and sisters. I have to go on more golfing trips with my buddies and spend more time tickling my nieces and nephews. There is a lot more that I have to do before I leave this Earth!”
What will I do with this new gift of life? Will I squander it and be back to my same old self in 6 months having forgotten about this whole ordeal or would I use it to become someone better? Will I visit those in the hospital because I know first-hand how much that lifts the spirits, will I volunteer around town and do my part to make the world a better place? Will I talk to my brothers and sisters on a regular basis and be more interested in their lives? Will I quit with the petty competitions quit trying to win so much that I push others away? Will I love my family more than a Saturday afternoon football game? I want the answer to these questions to be yes. I hope this new lease on life has given me the strength to follow through in these areas.
The first morning in the ICU I figured out that my teammates were inspired to take me to the hospital. That morning at 8:30 am as I sat to eat some breakfast I had an attack – a severe pain in my chest that would not go away for 2 ½ hours. As the medical team went through their progression of medications trying to determine which would sooth my pain, I cried out in agony and feared for the first time that the doctors might actually know what they were talking about – that I might die right then and there in the ICU. It’s a scary thing when you think you are going to die. I started to think to myself, “Have I done everything I needed to take care of my family and loved ones? Will they be financially stable with me gone? How will they cope with losing their father and husband? Who will care for them when I can no longer do so?” This line of thinking lasted for about an hour and then switched to, “Have I done all that I need to return to live with my Heavenly Father? Have I asked forgiveness from my brothers and sisters for offending them at family reunions? Have I taught enough people about the gospel?” As the doctor finally determined that a combination of Dilaudid and Torredal would do the trick and as I started coming out of my physical and spiritual agony, I immediately started asking the nurse if he had ever heard of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He said yes – that his father was a missionary in Japan and that he had fallen away since his father’s death. We spoke a little more until exhaustion overcame me and I fell asleep.
After two days in the ICU, I was transferred to the Critical Care floor – one step down from the ICU, but not the general population – where I would spend the next 6 days in room 677. Five out of my nine nurses would be male – I thought it a little strange, but it turned out to be very lucky as all of my nurses took great care of me and helped me to recovery. None judged me as I asked for more medication, or as I cried when things got too intense or too tough for me to handle alone. Candace felt relieved that I had mostly male nurses as she felt they would be able to lift me and carry me where I needed to go were I to black out again. There were several times during my stay at the hospital that I felt breaks in the pain only to learn that some of you were praying and/or fasting for me. I still do feel those moments of reprise now at home knowing that you and many others are still praying for me and my family. I want to thank you for your prayers, for your well wishes and your care packages – all of which allowed me to smile and to think of things other than the pain or the realization that I could have (and should have according to my doctors) died two weeks ago.
I want to tell you that I appreciate each of you. I appreciate the many calls and offers from family and friends to come and stay with us during this rough time. Mom, Dad, Barb (Candace’s mom), Candace and Destiny coming to the hospital and sitting with me, playing Scrabble with me, taking me for short walks, getting me fresh water, or reading to me. I want to thank those of you who sat bedside with me or snuck in “outside food” and watched the Blazer games with me. I had over 50 visitors (52) in the hospital and many of those 50 came back several times. I had friends watch the kids, and even had some friends get us a Christmas tree when they noticed that we were without, two weeks before Christmas. I had balloons and cookies and candy and books and magazines and flowers and more candy – how did I lose 8 more pounds while in the hospital this week? What I enjoyed the most was the genuine conversation and concern and tears shed and the heartfelt hugs and kisses. This time spent made me feel loved and kept me from thinking about all of the times the doctors mentioned how “lucky I was to be alive.” There were many who didn’t make it to the hospital that did make it by the house. They also brought gifts of love such as meals for the family, flowers, Ice cream, cards and well wishes. There were so many in fact that I cannot mention them all. There were voicemails, and Facebook posts and text messages from 50 + additional people asking if or how they could help in any way.
Through this process I have come to realize several heroes that stood out during my time in the hospital. If I forgot some it’s because I was on medication and not thinking clearly, or because I still am on medication and am still not thinking clearly now. These heroes helped me in one way or another to realize that I have so much to live for and provided so much love and support – it made me want to be like them – selfless and Christ-like.
The real hero trough this ordeal was my mother-in-law, Barbara, for dropping everything and flying out from New Mexico at a moment’s notice to take care of our family. To take care of Candace and spend time with the kids so Candace could spend more time with me. She did this because she loves the spending time with the kids, she loves Candace and she loves me. I would feel remiss if I did not mention Len (Candace’s dad) who also sacrificed for us – sending his wife two weeks before Christmas to stay through Christmas.
The real heroes were the guys on the team – Charles Carter who stayed with me until 3 am in the ER then gave me a priesthood blessing of healing and comfort. Myles Cluff who immediately upon me arriving at St. Vincent’s Hospital drove to my home and told Candace to go to the hospital and that he would stay with the kids as long as she needed. Myles also visited me a few times at the hospital and made sure I had enough Lord of the Rings movies to last 2 weeks in the hospital. Jeff Nemelka and TJ Carroll who helped me up the stairs at THPRD, and who said, “I don’t think Sean should drive home.” Jim Welsh who also went to my house, came back to the ER, who also participated in the blessing and stayed until 3 am. Neil Buchan was the real hero as he was the one that wouldn’t take me home after the game when I asked him to – instead he took me to the hospital, helped with the blessing and stayed with me. He stayed with me for 4 days. He brought movies, he watched Blazer games with me, smuggled in food, and did everything a good friend could do. When I was feeling good he was feeling good and when I was not doing so hot – he was not doing so hot right beside me.
Kim and Reenie Fisher were the real heroes as they visited me three times, bringing balloons, treats, smiles and love. I can just look into either of their eyes and feel the spirit of the Lord radiate through them. They are such good friends and always had something funny to tell me, something to lift my spirits. I will definitely be visiting them on a regular basis in the old-folks home when they get there – hopefully sharing some of the peace and joy they brought to my bedside.
The real hero was Robbie Severson. She came in on Sunday and gave me a haircut and a shave. Have you ever seen the movie “Phenomenon” when John Travolta is dying and Kyra Sedgewick gives him that sexy hair cut and shave – an act of love from someone that wanted to make out with him? Well this wasn’t like that. This was an awesome act of kindness that motivated me to have the best day ever in the hospital, and helped me to feel great at times the rest of the week whenever anyone mentioned my great hair cut.
The real hero was Andy Thompson my best friend who for some reason has stuck with me since the 5th grade. He was the best man at my wedding, he’s my dentist, and he was there for me at the hospital. He too brought contraband food into the hospital, and stayed with me many nights until late at night empathizing with me from his many hospital visits as an old man. I felt our friendship bond grow even more during the time we spent together this last couple of weeks in the hospital and at now at home. The real hero was his hot wife Mari who asked if she could go Christmas shopping for me, and got everything on the list. And then stopped by to take me last minute shopping for anything else I felt we still needed.
Other heroes were Jade and Justin Thelin who visited me a few times while Jade himself had a broken ankle and was riding around on a mini bicycle to keep his leg elevated as he went. They brought by the famous Thelin Monster Cookies. Jade also brought his hot wife and his cute daughter Payton who made me smile. He then visited me at the house; bringing more goodies and his family again. They are both filed with such positive energy that it flows through them into others in their presence.
The real hero was Sheri Flynn, a neighbor who brought three bags of groceries as we were not concentrating on food at home. She brought over meals for the kids – good meals that they devoured. She brought fruit and snacks and flowers and friendship and love.
The real heroes are the Waldrips who came to the hospital and talked to me – just talked. They asked me about me and then talked to me like I wasn’t on my death bed and told me what was going n in their world. Oh yeah – they are the ones that bought us the great Christmas tree because they could see that we needed one, that there was two weeks until Christmas and that we didn’t have one. The night they brought it to the house there was no power and they had to put it up (an already frustrating Job) in the dark – with only the flashlights of three very excited kids as they felt the Christmas spirit enter their home that night.
The real heroes are the Jones twins, Adam and Austin (Porter’s friends who I have coached in basketball and baseball) who studied up on what blood clots were and then asked their mom to take them to see me. They asked questions and wanted to know when I would be better. Their mom was on Facebook each day sending encouraging messages and brought them to see me. They also brought me a great goodie plate – I know it was great because everyone ate it before I got too much.
The real heroes are the Bingo ladies from Sunset Hills Ward. Nadine, Maureen and Robyn have been coming to the hospital every Tuesday at 1 pm to administer Bingo on close-captioned TV for 30 years. They take calls and put the room numbers of the winners on screen and announce their names on TV. They stopped by my room 30 minutes before the game and let me know what to expect and where to go to play. Candace, Mom and I had fun trying to get a Bingo. About half way through the game I decided I wanted to call Robyn and talk to her. So I called the number on the screen. It was answered and
I said: “Hello Robyn, how are you?”
The lady on the other end (Maureen) said: “This isn’t Robyn. Can I help you?”
Me: “Can I speak to Robyn?”
Maureen: “No. She’s on the air. What do you want? What room are you in?”
Me: “Uh, I have a Bingo, can I tell her?”
Maureen: “No. What room are you in and I will tell her?”
Me: “Ok. I don’t really have a Bingo but I wanted to call Robyn and tell her that she looks hot on TV!”
Maureen: Pause. “Is this Sean?”
Me: “Yes.”
Robyn stopped by after and awarded me and Jack prizes even though we didn’t win. Jack got two spinning tops and I got a back scratcher. I had wanted a back scratcher for two months and had even asked Santa to put one in my stocking…
The real heroes were the Weilers - A loving home teacher and good friend who stopped by on Sunday to bring the Sacrament so I could feel of the Savior’s love and be reminded of his great sacrifice. With five kids of their own, they volunteered to take three more of ours so Candace could come and visit me at the hospital. His wife’s beautiful voice calmed me and sent away my pain for 10 minutes as she shared her beautiful talent and song. Her reminder of my Savior’s role in my life, of His sacrifice and His love for me – the love that I have felt at so many times in my life, and the love that I felt today as I called out to me heavenly Father and asked for His help. I was reminded of our Heavenly Father’s Plan of Salvation and although this is but a blip on the radar in the eternal perspective, that He knows my pain and that He is there to ease my pain - if I just ask.
The real heroes were Megan, Porter and Jack. Each handled my hospitalizing a little differently. Megan (9) and her friends made me get well cards, snow globes and other trinkets I could place around my hospital room. Jack (3) asked Santa in the mall if his daddy could come home for Christmas, and ran in a jumped up on my bed with me each time he saw me. Porter (7), who I have been extra close to recently, didn’t know how to act at first when he would see me – not sure if he should touch me. My second best day at the hospital was when Megan, Porter and Candace came to the hospital and we all played a game. Porter sat next to me up on the bed while we played, gave me a hug and told me he loved me. They lifted my spirits more than I would have thought possible, and I missed them when they weren’t there with me.
The real hero was Loretta Taylor who drove my mother to and from the hospital. She came by and shared funny stories and made me laugh. She reminded me of how good I’ve got it and that things weren’t really that bad. She gave me a couple of great hugs and told me she loves me. The Dyers were also heroes as they came by a shared their feelings. They are like a second set of parents for me, and have taken care of all of us when ever needed. Their shared their testimony with me and let me know they knew everything would be ok.
The real heroes were my nurses – all 9 of them. Nick, Jewel, Justin, Yvonne, Phillip, Jim, Vlad, Mckenzie and Nonna. They were awesome and I spoke of them earlier.
My hot 15-year-old sister Destiny was the real hero as she came by and went on short walks with me in the hospital and held my hand in case I was to fall over. I’m not sure what she would have done had I fallen, but she was there with me regardless. She even took out her earphones a couple of times and talked to me as we walked.
The Bottgers were the real heroes as they brought great meals (steak and potatoes, ice cream, apple pie, cookies), lotion for Candace and get well cards for me, and love to our family.
Mike Betts was a hero as he came by to visit – he can always make me smile no matter my mood. We talked as friends of many years and in the end both got a little teary-eyed. To see a couple of big studs break down must have been pretty comical. When he left he hugged me told me he loved me and I knew he really did.
Stephanie, Kathy, Carla, Brooke, Erin, Weezie, Noreen, Michael, Dan, Amy, Terry and Iris were all heroes from Entercom. They came by and/or sent their love – they let me know that everyone at work is worried and wants me to return quickly. They brought me treats and bettered my spirits. Their messages of love and concern inspired me when I needed it the most.
The real hero was Julie Buchan. She brought me the best soup on the planet, and brought the power of NetFlix to my hospital room! She visited me several times, sat on the edge of my bed always with genuine concern as to my well being.
The real heroes were my parents. They were there at the hospital almost daily. They sat by me and talked, they read to me, they laughed and cried with me. They brought me Blizzards; they played games and rubbed my head when I was in pain or discomfort. They spoke to the family and let them know of any updates, and got the family prayers organized. They walked with me and prayed with me. I couldn’t ask for better parents.
The real hero through this all was the love of my life. I want to also tell each of you how much I love and appreciate Candace. She has sacrificed so much these last two weeks, living on such little sleep and spending so much time with me in the hospital, very rarely leaving me alone – and only doing so when she knew someone else would be here. She did all of this while getting the house ready for Christmas and getting the kids to and from school each day. The best part was when she walked into the room each day, sat on the edge of my bed and held my hand. As she did this ALL of the pain would leave my body for several minutes and everything would be better!
I love each of these great people and have learned so much from each of them – they are my heroes! And I hope to follow in their footsteps and become a hero like they have. They have sacrificed so much of their time, resources and talents, all to make me feel a little better while in the hospital, and to let me know of their love.
I have been home for a couple of days now and have had time to reflect on my time in room 677. It feels so good to be out of the hospital – I am nowhere near full strength, but as I get better I know I have my heroes to rely upon.
- Sean
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Another Trip to the ER
Can we buy stock in a hospital?!!
Two months ago I was in for shoulder surgery, and three weeks ago Jack fell and cut his head earning two stitches for his work. Porter, not wanting to be out done by his dad or his little brother, stepped up his game this week and broke his arm. Having already been stitched, glued, stapled he can now add casted to the list!
Porter, Megan and Jack were being very helpful as we were bark dusting our back yard with the help of the church youth group and our home teacher (David Weiler) - shoveling bark into wheelbarrows and sweeping. It was a miracle that everyone was doing yard work without being asked and without complaints. The dream ended when Porter jumped out of the back of a pick-up truck. His foot caught on the cord that hooks the tailgate to the truck bed which sent him head and arms first instead of feet first. This was a souped-up F350 pickup truck and a good 4+ feet off the ground. He put his arms out before he hit the driveway and snapped his left forearm. The bone didn't come through the skin but it was very close.
Porter was scared and a little in shock as he didn't cry but looked up at me and said, "help me, dad." David and I immediately gave Porter a blessing and took him to the ER and parked in our soon-to-be "Reserved for McKeehan Injuries" spot. I picked Porter up and carried him into the ER where they immediately took us back to our soon-to-be "Reserved for McKeehan Injuries" room.
Once they hooked up the IV and had the medication flowing we took X-rays and the doctor re-set his arm with a loud CRUNCH that made his dad's knees buckle a little. Porter was so deep in his medication that he didn't feel anything and didn't remember the doctor even fixing it.
The drug the doctor gave to Porter was described as "the closest thing to an acid trip for a 7 year-old". As he came out of the drug induced coma he mentioned that he saw fish swimming around the room, saw Mario from Mario Brothers walking on the ceiling, and that David and Dad both turned into robots. He also asked me what it is like being an adult? I gave my response then asked him what he thought it would be like and he said, "I think it would be fun because you get to stay up later than anyone and you get to eat chips while you are up."
Porter was a complete stud! He did not even cry! He came close when the doctor put in the IV as he admittedly doesn't like needles. If you ask him, he'll tell you the worst part about it is not being able to go swimming for the rest of the summer as he has missed this week's swim lessons, and will miss Oma's pool in two weeks!
David gets the "Buddy of the Year Award" for first of all being over to help spread the bark dust, then helping with the blessing, driving us to the ER, and hanging out for two hours until porter got his cast on.
Two months ago I was in for shoulder surgery, and three weeks ago Jack fell and cut his head earning two stitches for his work. Porter, not wanting to be out done by his dad or his little brother, stepped up his game this week and broke his arm. Having already been stitched, glued, stapled he can now add casted to the list!
Porter, Megan and Jack were being very helpful as we were bark dusting our back yard with the help of the church youth group and our home teacher (David Weiler) - shoveling bark into wheelbarrows and sweeping. It was a miracle that everyone was doing yard work without being asked and without complaints. The dream ended when Porter jumped out of the back of a pick-up truck. His foot caught on the cord that hooks the tailgate to the truck bed which sent him head and arms first instead of feet first. This was a souped-up F350 pickup truck and a good 4+ feet off the ground. He put his arms out before he hit the driveway and snapped his left forearm. The bone didn't come through the skin but it was very close.
Porter was scared and a little in shock as he didn't cry but looked up at me and said, "help me, dad." David and I immediately gave Porter a blessing and took him to the ER and parked in our soon-to-be "Reserved for McKeehan Injuries" spot. I picked Porter up and carried him into the ER where they immediately took us back to our soon-to-be "Reserved for McKeehan Injuries" room.
Once they hooked up the IV and had the medication flowing we took X-rays and the doctor re-set his arm with a loud CRUNCH that made his dad's knees buckle a little. Porter was so deep in his medication that he didn't feel anything and didn't remember the doctor even fixing it.
The drug the doctor gave to Porter was described as "the closest thing to an acid trip for a 7 year-old". As he came out of the drug induced coma he mentioned that he saw fish swimming around the room, saw Mario from Mario Brothers walking on the ceiling, and that David and Dad both turned into robots. He also asked me what it is like being an adult? I gave my response then asked him what he thought it would be like and he said, "I think it would be fun because you get to stay up later than anyone and you get to eat chips while you are up."
Porter was a complete stud! He did not even cry! He came close when the doctor put in the IV as he admittedly doesn't like needles. If you ask him, he'll tell you the worst part about it is not being able to go swimming for the rest of the summer as he has missed this week's swim lessons, and will miss Oma's pool in two weeks!
David gets the "Buddy of the Year Award" for first of all being over to help spread the bark dust, then helping with the blessing, driving us to the ER, and hanging out for two hours until porter got his cast on.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Disneyland!!
This past April we took the kids to Disneyland for a week! Tiff and Seth and the Washburn Clan joined us as did Oma and Opa! We got the California Pass (Disneyland and California Adventure, Sea World, Universal Studios, and the Wild Animal Park) and saw most of southern California in the process.
Highlights:
Spending time with our awesome relatives was so much fun! Don't get me wrong - we woulda had fun without them - but it made it soooooo much more fun with them all there! Most days we broke into two teams - Porter and Conner (aka:the Meatball) on the scary/crazy ride team, and Megan, Jack, Eli, and Dallin on the other more tame ride team. The adults broke up based on who was feeling like they could handle "California Screamin" seven times in a row, or "The Tower of Terror" even once, or who wanted to spend time on "It's a Small World" or in "Bugs Life Town".
Disneyland:
We loved exploring with Jack so wide-eyed and excited for everything! The Buzz Lightyear Astro Blaser ride/game was fun as the fate of the universe was in our hands as we engaged in an intergalactic battle against the Evil Emperor Zurg! We rocked his world!! Space Mountain and Splash Mountain were also big hits and by the second time through we knew where all of the cameras were and made sure to put on our brave faces for them.
Oma and Opa treated us all to a night at Goofy's Kitchen where we got to eat with many of the Disney characters. At one point Goofy came over and started rolling on the ground with laughter at one of his own jokes. Jack saw him on his back thought he wanted to wrestle! He took a running start and while Goofy had his hands over his face, Jack flew through the air and body-slammed him! His knees came crashing down and nailed Goofy square in the goofballs! Goofy just grunted and crawled away...
Sea World
At Sea world we sat in the "Splash Zone" and let Shamu and other killer whales splash us! We watched the animals shows and had fun touching and feeding the sting rays - they were slimy! Seeing the dolphins was also fun.
California Adventure
Besides having the coolest, most scariest rides (like California Screamin' that porter and I went on 7 times in a row and Daddy had to stop because he was getting a little light-headed) it also had the tallest ride at Disney - Mickey's Ferris Wheel (with a view of the whole park). What made this ride different was that the cages slid back and forth while at the same time rotating in a giant clockwise circle. This proved to be a little frightening for Megan who immediate grabbed the sides of the cage and let us know of her discomfort. As our cage began to slide the second time Megan began, "Daddy I don't feel so good - I think I'm going to barf." Thinking quickly I observed my surroundings and tried to distract her when I found the perfect antidote - Uncle Seth. Uncle Seth was sitting across from Megan and me, and he had his legs up on our bench bracing himself. Just as Megan started to moan again I said, "Megan look at Uncle Seth - he has a big hole in his shorts!" She looked down and saw the hole and started to laugh because she could see his Spiderman Underoos!! he quickly covered up, but the damage had been done - Spidey had saved the day and Megan laughed the rest of the ride!
Universal Studios
This was for the most part a disappointment - other than the fact that they had by far the most animated characters for Jack to give hugs to! When he would see one he would run full speed and jump into their arms. In a 20 minute stretch he saw/hugged Curious George, Shreck, Woody Woodpecker, Dora the Explorer, Marty the Lion from Madagascar, the shark from Jaws, Bart and Lisa Simpson, and his favorite - Sponge Bob Square Pants!
Wild Animal Park
Feeding the exotic birds as they would land on our shoulders and arms and eat the nectar out of our hands was very cool. The petting zoo was also a hit as it had reindeer in it. Dad's favorite was the large male lion laying on top of an old truck and staring hungrily at Megan!
In addition to having an overall great time, Porter and the Meatball really bonded - spending as much time together as the could whether on rides, at dinner together, or playing video games in the car. We also loved seeing Eli and Dallin with their awesome expressions as we went from one section of the park to the next! We loved spending time with Oma and Opa and Tiff and Seth too as it allowed for some adult conversations and for games each night! It also meant that we didn't have to eat all of our meals at McDonald's! We can't wait until next time!!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
iCarly
I know, it's been over a year since I've blogged!!! Not that I haven't had anything to blog about, just haven't made the time to do it! Well, I think I'm back! This is my new goal anyway:)!
So this one better be good! According to my kids it is! Since Sean started working for a company owning several radio stations he's become the coolest dad ever! Whenever a celebrity/musical group come to town they often do interviews at one of the radio stations and then give a little mini concert and sign autographs for whoever works there. Well, this Tuesday Sam from iCarly (Jannette McCurdy) was in town. We let the kids miss a couple of hours of school (a bonus in itself) picked up their aunt Destiny and drove to Sean's work to meet her. It was all very exciting...Jannette sang 4 songs with her band (she is just starting a career as a country music singer, not bad by the way) and then met with everyone there to sign autographs, take pictures and answer questions. I was really impressed with how nice she was and the time she took to talk to each person who came to see her!
Porter and Sam (Jannette McCurdy)
Megan made an origami frog for Jannette.
Jannette was really sweet and played with the frog for awhile and named it Goog after Megan's stuffed animal Goog (seen here in the picture above and below). Then she put the frog on her head for the picture below. After I took the kids home Sean went back to talk to Jannette to thank her for being so kind to our kids and she was showing the frog to her band. That made Megan so happy!
Destiny and Jennette McCurdy
Jennette signed Destiny's iCarly shirt, but I think Destiny's highlight was when Jannette told her how much she loved her shoes and asked her where she got them!
*I tried uploading the video we took of her singing, but there was an error message everytime I tried :(.
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