Rebecca Irene Knight Cloward   1954 ~ 2010

Our wonderful wife, mother, daughter, and sister was taken home suddenly and peacefully at Utah Valley Regional Medical Center on November 2, 2010.

She was born on June 17, 1954 to Jo L. and Janette Knight and graduated from Springville High School with honors in 1972. After graduation, she was Miss Springville in 1975. She graduated from BYU in 1982 as a Nurse Practitioner before her mission and started her career in Ticaboo and Bullfrog. She served a full time LDS mission in Hong Kong in 1983 - 1984. She enjoyed working in various health care positions, the most recent being the BYU Student Health Center and particularly teaching the pre-marital classes and working at first aid stations for many events at BYU. She also started the Student Health center at UVU before working at BYU.

Becky met her sweetheart Paul Cloward, soon after her mission. They were married June 21, 1985 in the Jordan River Temple.

Becky loved making quilts, crocheting, knitting, reading, and her church callings including young women's, relief society and the Primary Secretary. Becky loved music and was known for her participation in school plays and singing in church. Her belief that singing was a prayer unto the Lord was evident in her choice of favorite song: "Oh That I Were an Angel" and now she is.

Her earthly father Jo L. Knight lovingly received her spirit and she is survived by Paul J Cloward and her children: Casey Lewis, Katie, Kelly Paul, and Cory J Cloward, her mother Janette Mae Chapman Knight, Siblings; Paul, Rachael, Ruth, Berty, Peter, and Joe.

A viewing will be held in Mapleton at Wheeler's Mortuary located at 82 West 400 North on Friday November 5th from 6:00pm to 8:00 pm. The funeral services will be Saturday November 6th starting at 1:00pm at the Mapleton Utah Stake Center located at 970 North 400 East next to the Mapleton Jr. High. There will be a viewing at the church one hour prior to the services. Interment will be in the Springville Evergreen Cemetery

The Best is Yet to Come Part 1

November 2, 2010 my oldest sister Rebecca Irene Knight Cloward died at about 6:00 p.m.. She was 56 years old.

We got the news about 11:00 p.m.on October 29, 2010 that Becky had been rushed to the hospital with a heart attack. 
She was in Provo at Sam's gas station, and a citizen found her slumped over the steering wheel in full cardac arrest. We didn't know how long she had been down
When she got to the ER they shocked her 11 times. The doctor wanted to call it.
One more shock and she came back.
Charlie-Marie is staying with Grandma.

Clint and I got to the ER about 20 min later.
Paul, Casey, Kelly, Clint gave her a blessing in the ER.
They took her to ICU.
She was hooked up to a breathing tube, sedated and had a medicine to paralize her and cooled wayyy down.
So she wouldn't use more oxygen and any brain function wouldn't be further comprimised.
They took her for a head CAT scan.  It showed no brain bleed.
They did an angio gram .  Everything was clean as a whistle.
The did a CAT scan on her lungs. She did not have a blood clot.
Her potassium level was almost non exsistent.
Found out the gas reciept said 9:23 p.m.  Ambulance arrived at 9:51 pm....
Get home at 5:00 a.m. Saturday.  Mom wants me to take her over to the Hospital right then! I understand.
We all need to sleep.
Picked up Mom. 10:30.  She is dressed in her best black pants her prettiest blouse and she even put her feet into squishy heals because they were the only black shoes she had....her feet hurt. She wanted to be dressed up for 'Her Becky'.
Took Mom to the hospital. Gave list of Becky's medicine to the nurse.  Mom saw Becky, held her hand. The nurse talked to us. Mom cried told Becky to wake up.  It is sad.
Got Mom lunch and took her to the store.  She is having a good day because it is overcast and she can see!
Gave trick or treeters candy.
Did you know the day's run together when there is a crisis?  I realize I'm not sure when the EEG was.
Sunday..I went to all three meetings.
Home teachers came.
Made dinner in a pumpkin,rolls,and got out the Peanut Butter ghosts and worms....No one would eat the worms ... but Joe and Jeannette.
Clint and I go to the hospital.
I leave the kids to do the dishes!  Bless them they did.
Ok the EEG happened on Sunday
They did an EEG. Is it brain or muscle seziure?
It wouldn't be read until the morning.
Her hair is pink, due to the goop they had to put on the leads.
Everybody's joking they dyed her hair for Halloween.
MRI on Monday.....................
Get home at about 11:00 p.m. no change in Becky.
Monday morning 8:00 at work.  Fasting all day and will meed everyone at 7:00 p.m. at Becky's to break our fast.
Everybody wants to know and is very concerned for me and my family.
They know when the call comes for the results of the MRI, I am taking the call.
Get antsy about 10:00. Call ICU, she is having the MRI then.
4:00 p.m. cell phone rings.
Joe; she has massive brain damage.
OK well I guess I'll stay at work, thanks for calling...........hang up.....o crap....she's dead....sob, sobs. Lorrie hugs and cries with me.  Get Carol out of her meeting...can't hardly talk Carol hugs me..I try to sob quietly, but  hicups escape.  Log off....go home.
I call Clint, he has to go get Ryan then will meet me at home.
Call Charlie tell her, tell her to drive carefully home..She goes to the hospital and says Goodbye to Becky.
Get home, tell Michael, we hug each other and and cry! Michael comforts me.

Pioneer Days and Cool

My brother Peter invented a character called Jerkamiah.  I don't know who is funnier the character or Peter doing the character.  One of the stories Jerkamiah tells is of the Pioneers and why they were called the Pioneers.  If I remember it right it's because they were always leaving and all Jerkamiah could see were the
"Pi-ron-reers".  If you ever get an opportunity to see Peter perform Jerkamiah, make sure he tells the ant/bear story.

Let me preface...This is what I remember.
When I was little, my Grandma Chapman lived in a big old house by Liberty Park in Salt Lake City.  There were great big trees that shaded the house.  One July 24th, we were all getting ready to go to the great big Salt Lake July 24th Parade.  It was cool and shady in the house.  I didn't feel well so Grandma got me some alka-seltzer.  This being my first experience, I watch the tablets bubble and when I drank it down, it was terrible, then I threw up and felt better.  I remember laying on Grandma's couch with the shade from the trees on me and being cool. 

I remember being with Mom's family at Liberty Park, playing baseball with Uncle Steven and having the big trees shade us. Food on the picnic tables with table cloths, lots of cousins.

Speaking of cousins we used to play in Grandma's attic.  There was an old Victrola record player, the kind you wind up with lots of records.  I always wondered why the records were so thick.  Rachael would always play with Mike.  I loved it up there.  There was a big window at the end, and the dappled sunlight lit the attic.

One time I was staying with Grandma and I along with my cousins decided to climb a chain link fence to play in the boat...which we weren't supposed to do.  I put my right had up on the top prong and sliced by palm open.  Aunt Gail took me into the bathroom and sat me on the tub with the water running to wash all the blood off.  I don't remember crying a lot although I'm sure I did.  But I do remember watching all the blood getting washed off.  It was cool.  12 stitches later and a lolly pop for being brave I was taken back to Grandma's.  About two weeks later Dad took out my stitches with an old timer knife, underneath the shade tree in the front yard of our Springville home.

In writing the post, un-be-know'nst- to me, a  common theme appeared; trees, shade and being cool.  What does it all mean?

Doing Something Good

Doing something good never felt as bad...I tried to help out a friend and this friend wouldn't let me.  It seems I insulted this friend by offering....Am I mad? Sad? Confused?  Well it is not about me, it is about this friend.  My the Lord bless this friend and give this friend the help that is needed!  And may I be forgiven for how I felt afterwords.

Mothers Day Musings

I'm filled with appreciation for my Mother.  She is the Mother of seven children and all in all we turned out ok.  She is the Grandmother to 23 and the Great Grandmother to 4.5. She had at least 5 miscarriages.  She didn't work until the 7th child was in school.  She taught us to work hard for the things we wanted.

I loved to swim, and in order to get a family swimming pass we all had to earn $5.00 towards it.  I had to clean the shelves in the fruit room.  Besides being in the basement, it was dark and full of unknown crawley things.  If I wanted to go swimming that summer I had to do my part.  I remember finally getting it done but especially scrubbing off the grape jelly that had leaked out of the bottles was the hardest.

Thoughts

A week ago it snowed, and it snowed this morning...I love seeing the pink blossoms of the trees peeking through the snow. It makes me wish my hand could paint or draw or photograph what I see..somehow to portray the feelings these beautiful works of God invoke in me.

When my daffodils finally started warming up to peek their little heads out, it was with a lot of trepidation, like they knew of the coming snow. But they kept at it, and at times did a group hug to stay warm, braving the snow that bowed their little heads, almost to the ground at times, then lifting their heads to the sun and following it all day long. I love my daffodils....It makes the winter worth it.

I know you can see this analogy coming...

My kids are like the daffodils...

Charlie-Marie is bowed by the snow at this point...being 18 a senior and 3 weeks of school left is excruciating...Trying to shake the snow off but having to wait for the sun or wind to come along and help...but still lifting her head to find the sunshine and get things moving.

Ryan is following the sun, finding his way, initiating the group hugs and becoming quite the man....He is a very spiritial man.

Michael is doing all the shaking and moving.....Enjoy the Michael that IS.

I can't wait to see how each of my children blossom!

OK tell me about my Shoes or Is it my Glasses?

My deer sweet mother has had another stroke! I feel lucky that it doesn't affect her body as much as her brain. And for all of those that might think I'm insensitive, it is hard to watch Mom try to find her words, or not understand, but so funny what she comes up with. If you saw or spoke to Uncle Brent after his stroke, you would be very grateful that Mom's just affect her brain.

So Mom washed her phone. Since I know all about the phone Becky wanted me to see what I could do. It was about 0800 and Mom wasn't really with it yet. When I asked her where her phone was, she looked at me with a blank expression. After I came back from looking for the phone, I asked her again if she knew where her phone was. This time she pointed to her nose. After three times, she got frustrated with with me, took off her glasses and said they are right here. At about the same time, I located her phone. I said, "Mom, those are your glasses, this is your telephone." She looked at her glasses like OH that's what those are. Oh what a difference four days makes.

Monday afternoon when I was there ordering a new phone for her, I explained what I was doing. When I was done and went back into her room, she said "so tell me about my shoes?" Mom it's your telephone and I've ordered you a new one. It should be here tomorrow." "oh," said Mom "So I'm getting a new pajama top." Yeah Mom.... I Love YA!

Christmas is comming...REALLY????

For the first time in a VERY VERY LOOOONNNNGGGG time, I didn't realize how quickly Christmas would be HERE! I was working out with my PT and she made the comment 'So I don't think you want to spend Christmas Eve with Me, so could we just work out once next week?'. Which started the "as shopper(s) rush..." I am usually done the day after Thanksgiving. Even Clint mentioned to co-workers that I hadn't done anything. My least favorite things..

1- Driving in traffic
2- Dealing with stupid people in traffic
3- Having to drive in parking lot traffic with stupid people

And that is not even at Christmas time.

Well I'm happy to announce Christmas has been purchased, the Tree is up, decorated (after not very happily throwing every light string in the garbage and buying new lights)the porch railing is lighted and the ginger bread house is all but done.

My favorite things at Christmas....

1-Putting up the Nativity set that Dad had made for us many many years ago.
2-Sitting in a newly cleaned Living Room enjoying the lights on the newly decorated Christmas tree.
3-Having the table set all pretty for Christmas Eve Dinner and remembering Dad reading the Christmas Story from Luke..
4-Having Clint carry on the tradition.

Merry Christmas! 2009

FiGhtIng 101

Never...Never...Never assume you know more than your teenager. Oh and never assume they will listen to you! Always be aware they know more than you do. The End

Back to the Exercising

Well through out the recovery I lost 2 lbs, and lost body fat, and lost inches. PT Lindsey said she expected me to have gained about 10 lbs....I told her I couldn't walk to the kitchen so therefore couldn't eat! LOL Although I'm still a little hesitant about my hip, I'm still in the healing process, I'm amazed at what I can do. More later

Seasons

Another Season has passed for a dear co-worker Fire Chief Phil Whitney. He worked for the Fire Dpt., since 1985 and probably only called in sick 9-10 times. He called in sick yesterday at about 8:00 and his daughter found him at about 11:00 am . Phil has known me far longer than I have known him. We moved into his ward when I was in 9th grade. I started working for Springville Police/Fire in 1987 and was very intimadated by Phil, which is unusual for me. As I recall I finally got mad enough to say something. I grew to love Phil and appreciated all of his knowlege, smiles, his white hair. His un-boundless engery and attention to detail. His compassion. His willingness even up until the end to come out at any hour, answer any question.

Since moving to our new building dispatch has the feel of a fish bowl. Phil would often come by the window doing a fish face and pretend that he was swimming. His cheeks would lift with his smile. The last time I saw Phil, was two days ago about 1600 hours doing the fish dance for me at the window. I love you Phil, I'll miss you, say Hi to my Dad and have a happy reunion with Helen. God be with us and your family until we meet again.





Some weeks ago I was pulling, snipping, and tossing many of the flowers that grew and delighted us throughout the spring and summer, getting the gardens ready for the long winter.

With planning, one of my flower gardens had something blooming all season long. Various pinks, purples,lots of different greens,blues and some yellow. There were also different shapes and sizes. Ones that looked like cones, some that spread with little tiny pink flowers, some that grew like vines and toppeled over the back side. The tall ones on back and the short ones up front. No weeds, everything in it's proper place and looking pretty.

The end of the frst season left me watching the flowers die and watching the snow pile up on them. I didn't snip them, thin them or get them ready for their next season to bloom.

Season two saw the flowers grow and bloom however, this season, all was not well. As the spring and summer progressed, the vine that so gracefully toppeled over, now was running a-muck. It had re-seeded itself and got into places where it shouldn't have been. No longer were there tiers of flowers. The spreading ones with the pretty tiny pink flowers were over shadowed, and the weeds had invaded. So some weeks ago I snipped, pulled weeds, thinned and even had to spray killer on some of the vines. I hope as I watch the snow pile up on the mostly bare garden, that I have prepared the ground enough and with a little maintaince there will once again be the garden I had planned.

Bugs

Oh no, not the ones you are thinking about. We are in the new building and although it is very nice there are a lot of BUGS...The kind that watch you, the kind that bother you, the kind that keep on niggling at you until you are ready to scream, which when you finally have had it, and call the person you KNOW can fix it, not the person that you should and are SUPPOSED to call, it gets fixed and then you could get in trouble because you didn't follow Protocol. Well sometimes things just NEED to get fixed.

So why is Protocol so important, when you KNOW who can do the job? Do they want you to do the job or only 1/2 the job.

Now the watching bug...
All I can say is I'm suprised there is not one in the bathroom, however it is just as bad because "they" can watch you go in and come out.

Oh I didn't mention the 'swiper bugs'.? These are the ones that you have to carry around with you. These paticular BUGS track your every movement, they work with the Watching BUGS. So if something happens to the Watching BUGS, the Swiper bugs will stay with you. Kinda Pesky these two.

May I say that Big Brother is alive and well and it is of course all for OUR saftey.

Recovery

I had to have a blood transfusion. It made me a little scared, but they are so careful of blood these days. I thank the people who donated. I tried once (had to admit I was afraid) and they didn't like my blood.

Having an epidural for pain relief was good and bad. It gave you a false sense of limited pain. I'm not sure, when it wore off in about 1 1/2 days if the pain was less intense after a few days.

Pain: is a whole other paragraph. I had a pump that allowed me a shot of di-lotted or hydro-morphone, a minimum of 10 min. Sometimes 10 min was too short! Not to mention the itching and nausia. Thank goodness they have meds for both. The pain people really wanted me off the pump for some reason. Perk-a-set upset my stomach so they had di-lotted in pill form. Every 4 hours worked pretty well, until I started moving. - Fast forward 3 weeks. I'm now back on Tylenol and Ibruprofin. It doesn't cut out all the pain, but it is better than seeing spiders which the morphine pills were making me see, and the perk-a-set didn't upset my stomach at home, but really made me sleepy. Yes the pain is still annoying, but manageable.

HOPE

Tomorrow I go into Surgery for my hip.
I Don't know why I'm nervous. But I believe all will be well. I'll have Clint and Paul give me a blessing and I KNOW that will help. I hope the pain will be manageable. I hope that I'll able to live without Tylenol and Ibuprofen as a constant friend. I hope I'll be able to walk normally and continue with my PT and getting into shape. I hope the kitchen will stay clean. I hope I have a quick recovery. I hope Dr. Jackson is very prepared. I hope I won't be scared. I hope the people that have offered their 'good lucks', offers of help and support know how much I appreciate them and that it makes it better. I hope my family knows how much I love them, and will rely on them to help me through the next 2-3 weeks. I hope Ryan knows how much I missed him when he was on his camp out and his goodness and his true knowledge of right and wrong. I hope Charlie knows, I know, how much she does to help, and that I know she will do good in school and get her RN. I hope Michael knows how much I need his hugs and cuddling, even though he's getting to big, and I know he is smart and will do well in school. I hope Clint knows how much I love and appreciate him,....with or without facial hair. I hope Gary won't have to play "Amazing Grace" on the bagpipes for me for a long long time.I hope my Mom will be able to remember and come and see me. I hope she knows how much I needed to talk to her yesterday. I hope my kids and Clint know how much I care and love them I hope they know!

Enough!

NOT a DAY OLDER

SO I turned the dreaded 50 while we were on our trip. My motto was I don't feel a day older than 50. Denny's was nice enough to give me a free entree for my Birthday and later that night, Love's Gas station in Wells Nevada provided me with a Cheese Danish for my B-Day Cake, which I, of course shared. I got several texts from relatives but I text so s l o w, that All I said was Thanks. I hope they know how much I appreciated the texts and appreciated them for sending them.

I tell my kids not to get me anything but memories and the Oregon trip was certenly worth remembering.

I sure Love my Family!

Beaches

Picture Left to Right Top to Bottom
The tide pools at Yaquina Light House in Newport Beach
"The Crane" (me) at Gleneden Beach
Charlie's professional head shot by 'MOM' at Gleneden Beach
A Crab that was not to happy with us for disturbing him at the tide pools
Lynette Neelds Coast House ! Thanks Lynette
Family at Gleneden Beach


This is the first time I've been to the beaches in the north/west. Susan's sister Lynette Neeld has a house in Gleneden Beach that she invited us to so we packed up our family and Vinnie and went on a road trip. We stared out at Clint's Parents then up to Pendleton OR and then through the Gorge up to Astoria then down 101 along the Oregon Coast.

On the last night in Oregon, we stayed at a YURT at Harris Beach. It was fun and Harris Beach was gorgeous.

Charlie flew with Eliza, Matt and kids and Vinnie rode with us. The trip was so much fun, even with five of us in the car. We saw a lot and did a lot but still relaxed!

I want to go back!

More $10 College Words

Dysplasia (isn't that something German shepherds get and have to be put down?), Acetabulum, Femoral head,acetabular labral tear,intervertebral, Dysplastic.

Lets talk about Dysplasia of the Hip, which is what I have. Checking Wikkepidea it gave me two choices one for Hip Dysplasia(canine) or Hip Dysplasia (human). Referring to the German shepherds, I don't want to be put down, soooo I believe I chose wisely. Human.

So Wikkepidea says:
Hip dysplasia, developmental dysplasia of the hip (DDH)[1] or congenital dysplasia of the hip (CDH)[2] is a congenital or acquired deformation or misalignment of the hip joint.

What Dr. Richard Jackson told me was that my hips didn't develop properly after I I was born. I told him about my broken leg at 2 months old and being in body casts he said that may have contributed but did not cause it.

The following is a quiz...What picture best depicts what my hip looks like.



Did you guess!? If you guessed C you would be right.

So what happens now. On August 3rd I get to have a hip resurfacing which is where they place a titanium and chrome piece in.





The doctor said I'll be back to normal within 3 weeks. Much to my PT's delight, she will be able to punish/push me even further.

Oh in case you were wondering....the MRI stated I have unremarkable Ovaries.

So much for Bursitis...at least I know what it is now.

WARNING - BOYS IN THE CAR

We had the opportunity to Cook for the Stake Girls Camp Friday Night Dinner held at the Heber Camp Site. This is the night when all the Stake People are there, plus the girls and leaders. About 350 in all. We did Dutch oven Potatoes from scratch, Dutch Oven Chicken with Creamy Mushroom Sauce and 22 pans of Cobbler, using 10 dutch ovens, 2 bags of charcoal, 44 cans of pie filling, 22 cans of sprite 24 cake mixes, 8 lbs of bacon, 16 bags of chicken breasts (24 per bag, cut in 1/2) 3 Giant size tubs of sour cream, 30 cans of cream of mushroom soup, 8 cloves of garlic, 6 bags of Yukon gold red skinned potato's. And an 88 dollar easy up. These are the facts.

Earlier that morning, I had said a morning prayer that all would go well and we wouldn't have any mechanical problems. About 30 min. before we were to leave Michael noticed a nail in the Suburban Tire. With all the dutch ovens etc. loaded the Suburban was pretty heavy, and if we would have gotten a flat tire, we wouldn't have made it in time to cook. So off to Johnson Tire to get it fixed.

We finally made it to Heber Camp about 1 hour later that we wanted to. We were checking in and the Elderly Elder looked in the back and said "Whatcha got in there 1 girl and two boys?" We though that was kinda odd especially when he said he couldn't let us in because we had boys! I thought he was just joking. But turns out he was VERY serious. He made us follow him to the Admin. Building where we needed to get a hold of the Head Elder. When the Head Elder couldn't be reached on the radio, Elderly Elder kept saying he couldn't allow us in because of the BOYS. We tried to explain that they were our children and our work force and if they weren't allowed in we wouldn't be able to cook. I even whispered to him " So You Want to See my Temple Recommend?" He didn't think that was to funny, "That ain't got nothin to do with it!" I assured him I was kidding! still no smile. Then I noticed a sign they had on the front desk, a quote from Pres. Spencer W. Kimble, stating in Big Bold Letters "EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT". I pointed that out. Again nothing!.. Elderly Elder made a decision to take us up to the camp host and let her make the decision. We followed him and he parked his truck to block the road. Long story short...The camp host made an executive decision, using common sense, and decided the BOYS were not going to ravish the girls and allowed us to cook. Of course we had to promise they would stay in our site!

Want to know the best 88 dollar investment? An easy up-We got the easy up set up and 10 min later it poured! It didn't stop raining until we were done serving!.
Oh by the by, If you ever use the ovens at the Hinkley site, they take 2-3 hours..yes hours to heat up to 350 deg.

I don't know if I can accuratly describe the noise 300 + girls make, but I sure understand why Heavenly Father is bringing more girls into the world. He would like a little peace and quiet! LOL

All in all it was a good experience. BUT....

WARNING DO NOT...EVER...GO TO GIRLS CAMP WITH ...BOYS...IN THE CAR!!

De-Gen-Er-A-Tive

I hate $10 college words. It seems the older I get, the more $10 college words I have to learn. This word, I'm not particularly fond of. Degenerative.

So when the DOC himself calls and uses the word degenerative is that good or bad? When my stomach flip-flopped I took it as a bad sign!. He told me my hip looked pretty rough, in fact degenerative with a lot of rips and tears. So off to the Orthopedist and who knows what.

Then...he said there is a problem with the lining of my uterus. It is 2 mm thick and should be 1 mm thick so I 'get' to have a D&C. Awww c'mon what's 1 mm amongst friends? Can you say FALLING APART!

I need a sedative!

M-R-EYE YI YI

OK so the bursitis is only getting worse so back to the DR. He order a CT scan. Get to the CT scan they tell me I have to drink this stuff for a contrast. I know a lot about a little and didn't think the CT scan was the right kind of scan for my problem, plus a contrast dye is yucky! I talked with the tech. and he concurred. Off to the waiting room while he talked to the DR. So then it was off to the MRI waiting room for 2.5 hours. What else did I have to do?

Claustrophobia is an interesting subject. Scared of closed in places? Worried about being buried alive? Scared of going feet first in a tiny dark hole? YES YES AND YES! I was offered a sedative,(should have done it) he (cute tired looking Jared(MRI Tech))stayed late, so I could get the MRI done. He asked me how claustrophobic(should have taken the sedative)I was. and because he didn't know exactly when It would be my turn, he wasn't sure when to give the (should have taken the)sedative, I decided to be brave especially since I was going in feet first. But you know what, HE LIED!!! Yes young cute tired looking Jared LIED!! He told me my head was going to be almost at the edge so it shouldn't be too bad!

'OK Lie on this narrow bed have your legs straight, toes touching, and just to make sure they touch, we'll tape them together. Then we'll put the coils(screws)to you oh wait, on you. Last but not least, it's noisy so here are some cute little green earplugs. Oh and most people close their eyes.'

BUT not me, remember I was brave.

As the bed motored toward the grave uh.. hole uh.. tiny enclosed space, it started to get narrow and get dark.....I CLOSED my eyes, ok welded them shut, I'm not sure where the vice grips came from on my arms,oh yeah those appendages are my hands. I wonder if earplugs swell more with tears on them?

So what do you do when you are that "brave"! Sing a hymn elder! The only song that came to mind was We Thank Thee O God for a Prophet. The MRI machine it itself was a noisy bugger, but did have great rhythm, good beat, kinda monotone, not easy to dance to, I give it an eight. My vice grips sans hands started tapping with the rhythm which wasn't very good for the song that I chose, so I started thinking about the title for this blog. It turned out very appropriate don't you think?

Some of the images were for 2-3 min, some were for 5-200 minutes. When each picture taking session was over cute tired looking Jared would tell me I was doing great and to remember to hold still. At least that's what he did until....

After the first long session the MRI got very quiet and I waited for cute tired looking Jared to tell me how great I was doing. My leg was HURTING and I asked him if I could move my leg for a minute. NOTHING..... In a flash I wondered if I could pull myself out. hello???? the MRI was silent.. HEllo??? The tiny enclosed space was still silent. The vice grips are loosening and reaching up towards my head, no wait, I can be brave....HELLO!!!!!!! the grave is closing in. My heart is racing! then I hear the click, Ruth are you ok. "I'm just a little panicked!" "It's ok I'm still here, just looking a something. Just a couple more 5 minute ones and then we'll be done" said my grave digger, cute tired looking Jared.

I should have taken the sedative!