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Since I treated Tucker and Gunner to a BYU football game, I decided it was Cole's turn to go with me. My dad, mom and I all went together to the BYU vs Mississippi State game. Cole was in heaven getting all of that personal attention.</div>
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As I do with all the kids, I got him a cougar tail. He loved it. It ended up being a wonderful game for him to attend. The weather was quite warm for an October game and BYU pulled off the upset victory in double overtime.<br />
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Aubrey has been performing at various locations with her dancing class. She is so cute.<br />
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She loves to dance and is so good at it. Lisa is surely smiling down from heaven.<br />
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Back in May I was talking with a few of my buddies from dental school. We were mentioning how we would love to go to a BYU football game on the road. They mentioned that since Lisa had passed away their wives were feeling sympathetic to me and that we should capitalize on that sympathy and plan a guys only road trip. We looked at our calendars and decided that the BYU vs. Michigan State game would be the best for all of us.</div>
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We all flew in on a Friday evening and went to our hotel. That night we went to Buddy's Pizza to get some Detroit style pizza. It was so good. On Saturday we decided to hit up some local touristy things in Detroit before heading up to East Lansing for the game. Our first stop was the Ford Museum. It was really cool. I had to take this picture for my son Tucker.</div>
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Here's the first photo of all of us together. Me, Jarom John, Rob Leale, and Brandon Jergensen. Jarom flew in from Fort Collins, Colorado. Rob from Spokane, Washington, and Brandon from San Diego, California. It was so good to get together with them again.<br />
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After the museum we went into Detroit and got a view of Ford Field where the Lions play and Comerica Park where the Tigers play. Such a cool looking ball park.<br />
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While we were dowtown in Detroit we had lunch at Coney National Hot Dogs. Another famous Detroit eatery that didn't disappoint. From there we headed on up to East Lansing. Their stadium is beautiful and huge, seating over 70,000 people.<br />
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Before this game BYU was a heavy underdog. They didn't really have much of a shot of beating Michigan State in East Lansing. The first half started out slow for both teams, but BYU really started to pull away in the second half.<br />
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<br />The fourth quarter was really fun as a BYU fan. We beat MSU on the road despite the odds. It was so exciting to experience that with my friends.<br />
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While there I ran into one of my friends from Cougarboard, Jared Kohl. This was the third game we've watched together. We have watched two together out in Washington DC when I've been out there.<br />
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One of the highlights from the trip was the conversation we had one evening while going to sleep in our hotel room. The four of us friends had some great spiritual conversations. Some very uplifting and motivational discussions. At one point Brandon Jergensen and I were chatting about how life has ended up harder than we thought it would be. He was discussing some of the challenges he's had raising a son with Down Syndrome. I mentioned that I could empathize because of how difficult life had been watching Lisa pass away from cancer and becoming a single dad. There was a moment of silence and then Jarom said, "well, I have 5 daughters." All of us burst out laughing. It was pretty funny. You win Jarom!</div>
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Kamille and I took all of the kids up Snake Creek Canyon back in late September to enjoy the fall colors. We took the RZR on the trail all the way to the top. I love the views from up there.</div>
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You can see this type of green rock up there. It means there is copper in the rocks. </div>
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Midway in the fall is pretty spectacular. The colors are quite vibrant.<br />
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I took Tucker and Gunner with me and my dad to attend the BYU vs Toledo football game this year. It was Gunner's first time attending a BYU game. We went early to experience all the pre-game festivities like the cougar walk and the marching band. It was really fun.</div>
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We bought our dinner there at the stadium, but I did happen to sneak in some drinks to the stadium for the three of us.<br />
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I've always enjoyed the games I've been able to attend with my dad, and I'm enjoying taking my kids with me too.<br />
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No BYU football game would be complete for kids without a cougar tail- an 18" maple bar.<br />
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That Sunday was General Conference, so we loaded up the kids in the Suburban and went for a drive up the Mirror Lake Highway. It was a beautiful drive. We stopped off at the Upper Provo River Falls for a photo.<br />
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After many years of applying, my dad finally drew out on his limited entry elk hunt this year. We were all so excited for it to be his turn. We did quite a bit of scouting throughout the summer and set up our game plan for the September hunt.<br />I drove up on Friday morning to help set up camp and do some last minute scouting. I had been growing my beard out for about a month in preparation for the hunt.</div>
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When I got up there I was so happy to see how bright and brilliant the fall colors were.<br />
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I brought my RZR along for the hunt.<br />
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My cousin Jaron and his dad Rees (my mom's twin brother) came on the hunt too. Here's a view of our awesome elk camp.<br />
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This year was a very, very hard hunt. The weather was about 20 degrees warmer than normal and there was a bright full moon each night with no clouds. Normally on this hunt the bulls are bugling and fighting and in the full rut, which makes for a much easier and a much more enjoyable hunt. This year however was a different story. The rut hadn't started and the bulls were hunkering down in the deep pines. We couldn't get them to respond to cow calls or bugles with anything more than a half hearted belly grunt while they were lying down. They would leave the trees. Because of the full moon they were up all night feeding and bedded down all day. They would stop moving before 8:00 am and wouldn't get back up and about until after 6:00 pm. It made for a very challenging hunt for us.<br />
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Saturday night was the BYU vs UCLA home opener. My dad and I headed down from the elk camp to go to the game with my mom and Tucker. It was Tucker's 11th birthday so we had him come along.<br />
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The views from where we hunt are so amazing.<br />
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There is one area that we take the four wheelers over a creek. This year some beavers dammed up the creek right by the crossing and caused it to be flooded under about 3 feet of water. We had to tear the dam down to drain the water enough for us to cross. Each time we did this, the next day the beavers had repaired the dam. It helped illustrate the saying, "busy as a beaver".<br />
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I had to head back home Monday to help the kids out and I left my dad and Jaron up there. That night Jaron got my dad in on a great bull and they downed him before sunset. I drove right back up Tuesday morning and helped them pack the elk out.<br />
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It wasn't too long of a hike, but it was straight up hill. Jaron and I had a great time getting it out.<br />
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My dad had a bad knee and was pretty exhausted so Jaron and I did the heavy lifting. When we got to the top we had my dad put the pack on for a photo op. Looking good dad!<br />
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I was glad that my dad was able to harvest his elk and that we had an enjoyable hunt.<br />
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I shaved my beard off in stages. First was the trucker look.<br />
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Then the handlebar mustache.<br />
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Then the creepy mustache.<br />
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Then the angry nazi mustache.<br />
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Clean shaven and handsome!<br />
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Lisa's headstone is finally done. It turned out so well too. It's exactly the way she wanted it. After we put Lisa on home hospice care, she and I took a trip to the funeral home so that she could pick out her casket and headstone and plan out her entire funeral. This is what she picked out. It's still weird for me to see my own name on a headstone.</div>
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On a crazy side note, one of Kamille's friends was browsing Lisa's facebook page and came across this photo from the Big Cottonwood marathon back in 2013. Her friend noticed that the guy in the red shirt in the background is Kamille's late husband Clint. Clint was battling his bone cancer at that time and it was the motivation for Kamille to run a marathon. Lisa had finished up her year long chemo and radiation treatments a few months earlier and was using this race as motivation to keep pushing herself. I love that this photo captured two amazing cancer warriors in the middle of their trials and battles.<br />
Upon discovering this photo of Lisa and Clint in the same shot, some other friends did some digging and found some more photos that showed how our paths had crossed three years ago. We found out that Kamille and Lisa not only ran the same race, but finished at the same time. The official race times show that they finished 3 seconds apart.<br />
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You can see Kamille's son Gunner in this photo running along side Lisa and Aubrey.</div>
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And this photo shows that Gunner was out there supporting Kamille. Had the camera panned out we would have captured both Lisa and Kamille easily in the same photo.<br />
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You can see Lisa's mom and dad in the background of this photo of Kamille, Neiska and Wyatt.<br />
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Last weekend my brother and his wife came in town with their kids. My parents took their kids up camping by where we go elk hunting. Kristin and I decided that we would lend a hand helping our parents and get all the cousins together for a fun weekend of red neck fun. My cousin Jaron caught wind of this trip and brought his family along as well. It was a great weekend in the mountains spent with family.</div>
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I brought some pistols and rifles for the kids to shoot. They all really enjoyed shooting.</div>
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Charlie was her normal adorable self.<br />
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Here's a picture of all my parents grandkids, plus Jaron's two kids, in one photo. It was quite the crew.<br />
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That evening my dad, Jaron, Chris and I went out to do some scouting for my dad's elk hunt. It is such beautiful country up there.<br />
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I brought my RZR up there and took everyone for some fun rides. I taught my nephew Trevor how to drive it, and let my mom, Jaron, my dad, Kristin and Chris drive it. They are all fans. It's been super fun to use with the family.<br />
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We had to leave home Saturday afternoon before everyone else because we had tickets to the Heber Valley demolition derby. Not long after hitting the highway all of the kids were out cold. That's always a good sign of a successful trip when they are exhausted like that.<br />
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That night I took all of the kids to the demolition derby. They loved it!<br />
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As soon as we were leaving and walking back to the truck they were all begging me to take them again next year. I think I'm doing this dad job right by the looks of the smiles on my kids faces.Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-73767279886497195482016-07-18T13:18:00.001-06:002016-07-18T13:18:28.867-06:00Boston Trip!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
This past weekend was the annual AGD convention in Boston. I was receiving my Fellowship award and traveled out there for the awards ceremonies. For those that don't know what the Fellowship award is, basically it's an award that is designed for dentists to be able to distinguish themselves from their peers. Only about 15% of general dentists earn it. To qualify for it you need to complete over 500 hours of continuing education. To put that in perspective, in Utah the minimum amount of CE required is 16 hours a year. It would take you 30 years of doing the minimum to accomplish that. In addition to the CE you need to pass a very rigorous written exam. It was a tough test, but thankfully I passed my first try. I gave myself a personal goal several years ago to get this award as a way to keep pushing myself in dentistry to learn more and improve.</div>
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I flew out on Wednesday, but before leaving I did my weekly morning boating session with the guys. It was another fantastic sunrise. They caught this sweet photo of me spraying it up with the sun behind me.</div>
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After the session at the lake, I headed off to work for the day. I caught a late flight to Boston and didn't get to my hotel until about 1:30 in the morning. The classes on Thursday were fairly boring unfortunately. It was weird being at this convention all alone. Lisa would almost always go to these with me. Also, when I passed my exam last fall, Lisa and I were planning on going to this together so that she could celebrate in the award with me since she was supporting me by my side every step of the way through my dental career. Unfortunately that didn't happen, but I'm certain she was smiling down on me from heaven.<br />
Thursday night I went out to dinner at a nearby restaurant and had the most divine meal. Lobster tails and steak. Wow. That hit the spot.<br />
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After dinner I had a small opening before I had to attend a reception, so I took a walk over to the Charles River and enjoyed the views of the sail boats on the water.<br />
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Friday's classes were better thankfully. That evening I met up with my good friends from dental school, the Kuzmaks, for dinner. Lyndsay was receiving her Fellowship award as well. It was so fun catching up with them.<br />
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Saturday was the big day for the awards ceremony. The AGD treats this as a big deal and you wear the caps and gowns and go through all the pomp and procession of a normal graduation.<br />
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Of the 250 recipients of the award I was randomly assigned to sit right next to another friend from dental school, Kyle Marshall. We had a good time laughing and chatting during the two hour ceremony. It made it much more enjoyable sitting next to him.<br />
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I flew back home on Sunday, and after a long day of travel it was so good to be back home with the kids. Thankfully they missed me and were excited to have me back home. Now that I have earned my Fellowship, it's time to set some more dental goals.<br />
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<br />Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-64028679780190271902016-07-18T12:16:00.003-06:002016-07-18T12:16:37.705-06:00Happy 6th birthday Blake!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Blake is our 7-11 birthday. Born on July 11th. I can't believe my youngest is already six years old. He's such a sweet and gentle boy. I asked what he wanted for dinner that Sunday and he said 'spaghetti and corn on the cob'. Simple enough to make. I also baked an orange cake (his favorite color) for him, and then after he blew out the candles we enjoyed some cake and ice cream. It wasn't quite as elaborate or fancy of a cake as Lisa could make, but I don't really have the time to do something that grand, so it was just a regular rectangular cake for this dude this year. He didn't seem to mind though. He mostly got a bunch of legos for his birthday. </div>
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The next day on his actual birthday we headed up Snake Creek Canyon after I got home from work for some more four wheeling. I had asked him what he wanted to do on his birthday and he said he wanted to go four wheeling and eat some sushi. What a cool kid.<br />
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It's crazy that summer is half way over. We have been trying to maximize our time this summer and have been trying to get out multiple times a week. I went out boating with the Remunds one night and I got the kids out on the surf board. Tucker really enjoys it. He can even surf without holding the rope now.</div>
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Aubrey was a little less sure of herself out there and was afraid that I was going to run into the boat.<br />
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Cole loved it. He was hooting and hollering and having the time of his life.<br />
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Every year Lisa's family gets tickets to the Oakley Rodeo. We went up on July second to the cabin and spent the day up there, then went and had a fun evening at the rodeo. Good old fashioned red neck fun.<br />
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The next day we drove up to where my parents and my sister's family were camping. It was a beautiful weekend to be in the mountains. We did some four wheeling and the kids had fun shooting their BB guns at the camp.<br />
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I love the scenery up there.<br />
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We did some dutch oven chicken and potatoes for dinner that night. Here's my dad working his magic for a delicious dinner.<br />
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The kids and I have been exploring all the roads and trails back up Snake Creek Canyon. It's been fun to find new corners and surprises.</div>
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We found this old engine outside an abandoned mine. It is huge.<br />
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The evenings up there are so beautiful.<br />
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We went one evening up there and explored an old mine. It was only a 70 yard shaft that went straight in and straight out, but the kids still thought it was quite cool.<br />
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The wildflowers up there are so pretty right now. Go check them out if you haven't yet.<br />
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We even took one really rough and gnarly road all the way to the back. We ended up on a ridge that overlooks Brighton ski resort and Lake Mary. What a view!<br />
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A week ago my dad and I headed up on Saturday to our elk hunting area to set up the trail cams for his elk hunt. He drew out this year on the limited entry rifle hunt and we are so excited to get him in on a big bull. It was a fun morning hiking around with my old man.<br />
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On our way up and out of a really steep canyon we spotted a momma golden eagle sitting on her eggs in a nest. I only had my cell phone to take a photo unfortunately. If I would have had my telephoto lens you would have been able to see it better. It was so fun to sit and watch her through our binoculars for awhile.<br />
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Summer time is finally here, and boy is it another beautiful one here in our valley. The kids are loving their free time now that school is out. They have amazed me at how responsible and good they have been. They are home alone each day while I'm at work. My brother, sister, and I were latch key kids growing up and did just fine, so I was confident that the kids would do well also. But even with that confidence in them, they have been amazing. They are so good about doing their chores and keeping the house clean. I love my kids!</div>
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I get together a couple of mornings a week with a group of guys here in Midway to go skiing on Deer Creek before work. We usually get up at 5:30 and are on the water by 6:00. At about 7:30 we are off the water and back home to head out for work. It's a fun morning session with the guys that gives me some much needed "me" time that seems to be so elusive and rare these days.</div>
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Watching the sun rise on Timpanogos never gets old.</div>
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We usually rotate whose boat we take out each trip.<br />
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Surfing is the main activity that the guys prefer. I've been getting better at it, but my passion for water sports still lies with slalom skiing.<br />
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Friday night I took the kids down to a Bees baseball game. I got them dinner at the park and they were in heaven eating their hot dogs, nachos, and ice cream cones. You'll notice in this photo that Tucker and Cole have been stealing my hats and taking ownership of them. Oh well. It's a good thing I love them so much.<br />
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The weather was amazing and the Bees actually won. They have lost the four previous times we have gone, so the kids were excited about that.<br />
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<br />Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-6984235256503371872016-06-07T11:01:00.000-06:002016-06-07T11:01:53.238-06:00Recent Thoughts About LisaIt's crazy to think that Lisa passed away 6 weeks ago last night. Time seems to be flying. That doesn't mean that I don't miss her, because I still do. I miss her terribly. But I think that the pain, suffering, and complete exhaustion over the final three months of her life made it seem like each day dragged along so slowly. Once she passed away I had a tremendous feeling of relief. My sweet heart was done fighting and suffering. What a long fight it was too.<br />
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Thankfully I have had a couple of wonderful experiences since her death that have eased my concerns and allowed me to be at peace with everything knowing that she is in a better place. A few days after her funeral, for an entire day I had the distinct feeling that she is very happy right now. It wasn't just a feeling that I was yearning for or imagining either. It was very real, and very different than your typical feel good story type of feeling. The Spirit was very strong and very apparent. That helped ease my pain quite a bit. Then, the week after the funeral when Aubrey had her dance performance at Lagoon I had another wonderful experience. As Aubrey got up to perform her team dance I could strongly feel that Lisa was there smiling over Aubrey. It brought tears to my eyes to feel that. I wasn't alone either. Some of the other clogging moms noticed it too and came up to me with tears in their eyes to express what they were feeling.<br />
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The final three months of Lisa's life were far and away the most difficult of my life. They were harder than I even imagined they would be. They were incredibly exhausting, both physically and mentally. It was so hard to watch her deteriorate so much and to see the tumor completely take her away from us. Having to physically do everything for her also took a huge toll on me. From baths, to feeding her, to changing her diapers, to brushing her teeth. It was very hard to be her care taker and at the same time try to run my business and try to care for the kids. All of that pretty much overwhelmed me and took me beyond my ability. You could say it broke me.<br />
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Thankfully though the past six weeks have been much easier than I thought they would be. Again, I miss Lisa terribly and wish she were still here. I wish I could just sit and talk with her and make her laugh. I wish things were different. But this is now my reality and I will tackle it with faith and optimism. There are two reasons why I think life has been easier since Lisa's passing than I thought it would be. One is because in comparison to her final few months, this is so, so much easier. The other, and bigger, reason is because the kids and I have been blessed and buoyed up by the Lord. We have had the Spirit very strongly in our home that has been comforting us and strengthening us. What a blessing it has been.<br />
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Through this all I have been reminded of Ether 12:27. "And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them."<br />
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Boy oh boy does that accurately describe how things have been for me. I was completely brought to my knees as Lisa deteriorated, and I was made painfully aware of my weaknesses and mortal shortcomings. I realized that I wasn't as amazing as I thought I was and that I couldn't carry this burden alone. I wish I were the type of person that chose to be humble without the need to be compelled to be humble. Thankfully though the humility came and I recognized the need for the Lord's help in all things. When I completely turned my heart over to Him and placed my faith in him, that is when I noticed how much the Spirit has been comforting me and helping me. I have seen and felt the sustaining hand of the Lord in all of this. That is why, in my opinion, things have gone so much easier than I had thought they would.Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-1463651718685752392016-06-05T22:07:00.001-06:002016-06-05T22:07:35.354-06:00Memorial Day Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I took the kids camping down in the San Rafael Swell along with my parents over Memorial Day Weekend. It was a fun camping trip surrounded by tremendous beauty. The kids and I arrived a couple of hours before my parents and set up camp. It rained pretty hard on us as we were driving in, so we got fairly muddy. The rain storm did provide some beautiful rainbows though.</div>
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Our campsite had some amazing views. We could see Temple mountain to the north east.</div>
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To the straight east was a beautiful view of where the Swell rises up above the desert floor.<br />
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And to the south of us was a deep canyon where the kids loved to play, throw rocks and chase lizards.<br />
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It was nice seeing them all play together and collaborate so much on what they were going to do next. Most of the time they played very well. There were only a few fights and tears. I even had to put a stop to a rock fight that had just erupted at one point where Tucker and Aubrey were standing at the top of the cliff throwing rocks down at Blake and Cole in the canyon. Not such a good idea.<br />
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I camped in a tent while the kids stayed in my parents trailer with them.<br />
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Here's a cool view of Temple Mountain at sunset.<br />
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The kids ended up catching a couple of lizards, though I only let them keep one to take home as a pet. We now have two pet lizards. I make weekly visits to the local pet store to buy crickets.<br />
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Most of the weekend was very sunny and quite warm. It felt good to get out of the cold rainy weather we had been having most of May at home. My dad rigged up this umbrella while he relaxed on the edge of the cliff enjoying his view.<br />
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The kids made up all sorts of games while sitting on the edge of the cliff throwing rocks.<br />
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We are so blessed to live so close to the beautiful red rock country. The kids and I love to go there frequently in the Spring and Fall.Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-10528012405876116752016-05-22T15:48:00.001-06:002016-05-22T15:48:31.151-06:00Another clogging season in the books (also soccer is done).<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Last night was the final performance this season for Blake and Aubrey with their clogging. It was Aubrey's third year performing and Blake's first. Blake loved it and Lisa was so happy to have a son who enjoyed clogging. Aubrey is Lisa's little clone when it comes to clogging. Aubrey is always practicing her dance moves wherever she is. Whether in her room, in the shower, at the store, everywhere.</div>
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They both did wonderful this year at their competitions and won many awards. Last weekend was the nationals competition at Lagoon. When Aubrey's team performed their dance it was wonderful how you could feel Lisa was there smiling down on Aubrey. It brought me to tears (along with many other clogging moms who recognized it as well).</div>
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We also finally finished another soccer season. I didn't get very many photos because we had all 4 kids playing and that often meant 3-4 kids playing at the same time, so I was bouncing around from field to field. A big thanks to my parents for making the trek up twice a week to help me out with those soccer nights.</div>
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For Aubrey's final game her teammates and their moms got some flowers and a stuffed bear for Aubrey to show her how much they loved her and were there for her. The kids missed their two previous games because of Lisa's funeral and then when we left for Lake Powell. </div>
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After Lisa's funeral last Saturday, I decided to take the kids on a fishing trip to Lake Powell that was focused on them in an effort to help them cope with the loss of their mom. I had been in contact with Wayne Gustaveson, the head of the Utah DWR at Lake Powell that manages the fisheries there. He offered to meet up with us on Monday and take us out on the lake and show us how to catch striped bass.</div>
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We pulled the boat down to Page, Arizona and went to Antelope Point marina where we were able to stay on the houseboat of a friend for a few days. We kept the houseboat at the marina the whole time but would go out on the lake in my little boat. </div>
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We met up with Wayne at 11:00 on Monday to go do some fishing. He was incredibly generous to take time out of his day to teach us how to catch some stripers. I had never been striper fishing and was so confused as to where to even begin. We first started out by the intake for the power plant. We were using anchovies on jig heads and were fishing at about 20-30 feet deep. Tucker caught one striper, but the action was really slow so we went up lake a little further to a little inlet. We caught a couple more, but still not much going on.</div>
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Then Wayne took us up Navajo canyon to try another spot. He had mentioned how that week at about 1:00 in the afternoon the fish started really biting, and that seemed to be the case again because right around 1:00 we started catching the stripers like crazy.<br />
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At one point Aubrey and Tucker caught a striper at the same time. I didn't have time to unhook each fish so I just netted them both. There were times that three of the kids would all have a fish on at the same time.<br />
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We kept drifting over the point just past the double islands. Each time we would drift past the point we would catch fish. It was fast action fishing. I never had the chance to fish because I was too busy baiting hooks, unhooking fish, untangling lines, etc. That's ok though because this trip was for the kids. And as you can see from the photos, they were in heaven.<br />
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In all we caught over 30 fish on Monday. Wayne even filleted up some of them for us to take home. We cooked them up for dinner tonight and they were pretty tasty.<br />
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On Tuesday morning I took the kids out to Horse Shoe bend for a little hike. The views there are pretty spectacular. They enjoyed the hike and the views.<br />
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After lunch I took the kids out fishing again and headed back to that same productive point up Navajo canyon.<br />
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The fishing was very good again. In about two hours time we caught around 20 more fish. Between the two days each kid caught at least 12 stripers.<br />
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I ended up calling it a day for fishing because I was tired of baiting so many hooks and untangling so many lines. I then took the kids down Navajo canyon to the big sand hill and let the kids run around and catch lizards.<br />
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Then I drove up lake to show them some of the spectacular scenery. It had been about 20 years since I had last gone down to the south end of the lake and I had forgotten how beautiful the mesas, buttes, and vistas are. It was also crazy how at 4:00 in the afternoon Padre Bay was smooth as could be. I was dying to water ski it, but I didn't have anyone with me that could drive the boat. Now my goal this summer is to teach Tucker how to drive the boat and pick me up while water skiing so that I can still water ski while out on the lake with the kids.</div>
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This is Gunsight Butte.<br />
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And in the middle of this photo is the cookie jar.<br />
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It was a great trip for the kids. While I did have fun too, I think I need a solo trip away from everything where I can just relax and decompress.</div>
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The kids are still doing great at adjusting to life without mom. They are rock stars. I think there are three reasons why they are handling things so well. One is because of how open Lisa and I were with them throughout the entire process. We talked about death openly and discussed it in a way that it wasn't scary. Easter Sunday really helped us to be able to explain the resurrection to the kids as well. They now firmly understand that even though mom's body is buried at the cemetery, her spirit still lives on. And they are excited that she is in heaven and we will see her again someday. Another reason I think the kids are doing so well with everything is because of how long the whole ordeal took. They had ample time to process everything as it was unfolding. The third, and biggest, reason why they are doing so well is because we have been blessed with a very heavy dosage of the Spirit in our home. We have felt the peace and comfort that come from the Holy Ghost and this has helped to ease the pain.<br />
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I have my good days and my bad days. Some days I am heart broken that I no longer have Lisa by my side, I feel frustrated about being a single father of four young kids, I have a tendency to feel sorry for myself, and most of all I really miss talking with Lisa. It's hard to lose your confidant and companion. Thankfully the bad days are outnumbered by the good days though. I have some good days where I can distinctly feel that Lisa is very happy right now. It brings me peace to feel that she is happy. I also am relieved that she is out of pain and no longer battling that difficult fight with cancer. It was so exhausting and difficult to see her deteriorate so much over those final few months. I know she's in a better place and will still be allowed to help raise our kids from the other side of the vail.</div>
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I am mostly just trying to trust in the Lord that he won't abandon me, that he'll keep sustaining me and helping me go on, and all of this heartache will serve as a refiner's fire and help me become a much better individual. It reminds me of what Elder Hallstrom said at conference, "Recently, I was in a meeting with Elder Jeffrey R. Holland. In teaching the principle that mortal life can be agonizing but our hardships have eternal purpose- even if we do not understand it at the time- Elder Holland said, 'You can have what you want, or you can have something better.'"</div>
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Whenever I start to feel sorry for myself and think of how unfair this all is, I find comfort in the words from Elder Renlund that he spoke at conference. "The sacrament truly helps us know our Savior. It reminds us of His innocent suffering. If life were truly fair, you and I would never be able to stand clean before God. In this respect, I am grateful that life is not fair.</div>
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"At the same time, I can emphatically state that because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, ultimately, in the eternal scheme of things, there will be no unfairness. All that is unfair about our life can be made right. Our present circumstances may not change, but through God's compassion, kindness, and love, we will all receive more than we deserve, more than we can ever earn, and more than we can ever hope for. We are promised that 'God shall wipe away all tears from our eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are all passed away."</div>
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I should have had Ken play after I gave my talk. It's going to
be hard to follow that up. I didn't want to speak at Lisa's funeral because of
what a daunting task it is, but she asked me to speak. A couple of months ago
when I wrote my talk I thought I'd be ok, but now that I'm standing up here, I
kind of wish Lisa hadn't asked me to speak. This is tough.</div>
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When Lisa was going through treatment for her first tumor, she
came to a realization that the cancer was eventually going to take her life.
When she accepted this reality she began to plan out her funeral and imagine
how it would all go down. During her moments of reflection she realized that I
didn't own a dress suit. I had worn out my previous suit some years before and
hadn't ever gone to purchase a new one. Well, the thought of me showing up to
her funeral without a suit really bothered Lisa. She told me, "I do not
want you showing up to my funeral without a suit!" And she was very
serious. I didn't care as much she did that I didn't have a suit. In fact, it
reminded me of a favorite t-shirt my dad had when I was a kid. It said,
"The only suit I own is a wetsuit".
Lisa wasn't about to let me show up in my wet suit, so I went and
purchased a nice, new suit. So, here I am Lisa. I did as you wished and showed
up to your funeral in a suit.</div>
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Lisa wanted her funeral to be a celebration of her life and not
a somber event. We firmly believe that Lisa is in a better place, is happy, and
that we will be together again, so I will try and contain my tears and the
heartache I feel, and instead will focus on what I loved so much about
her. First of all, we shouldn't feel bad
for Lisa, but rather we should be envious of her. We should all strive to
endure to the end as she did so that we can say as the Apostle Paul did in 2
Timothy 4:7 “I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept
the faith.” So I will try not to feel bad for Lisa’s passing, but instead will
be envious of her graduating life with honors by keeping the faith. Because she
did graduate with honors, and she did keep the faith right up through the end. </div>
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For those that aren’t familiar with how Lisa and I met, it was
truly magical. There was definitely a whole lot of divine intervention involved
that steered us towards each other. I often joke that she needed to be taken
out of her comfort zone and needed to lower her standards for me to even have a
shot at going on a date with her. Even though we grew up five minutes from each
other in Sandy, Utah we met and fell in love in Chicago in the summer of 2002
while working summer jobs. It was such a fantastic place to date. I still
remember the first moment I saw her. She was wearing a knee length black dress
with a gold belt. Her gorgeous red hair seemed to glow. Needless to say I was
smitten. We began dating and enjoying our time in Chicago, and then we continued
to date as we returned to school at BYU
that fall and eventually got engaged and were sealed for time and all eternity
in the Salt Lake temple on April 25<sup>th</sup>, 2003. We had an amazing life
together. It was full of adventure, laughter, and fun. Even when we first got
word in January of 2012 of her first brain tumor, we still pressed forward
living life to the fullest.</div>
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A famous ESPN commentator Stuart Scott died last year after a
long battle with cancer. When he received an award the year before, he said
something in his speech that defined Lisa’s life after her first cancer
diagnosis. Lisa loved this quote and lived it to the fullest. Stuart Scott
said, “When you die, that does not mean that you lose to cancer. You beat
cancer by how you live, why you live, and the manner in which you live. So
live. Live. Fight like hell. And when you get too tired to fight, lay down and
rest and let somebody else fight for you.”</div>
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I am here to say that Lisa absolutely beat cancer. She beat
cancer in three ways. (hold up fingers) 1- by how she lived, 2- why she lived,
and 3- the manner in which she lived. Let’s talk about how she lived first.
Even in her worst moments of suffering as she was undergoing her chemo and
radiation treatments, she fought. She always had a smile on her face. She
always had kind words of hope and inspiration. Also, Lisa accomplished many
more things after her first tumor diagnosis in 2012 than many people accomplish
in a lifetime. She wasn’t going to let cancer stop her from completing her bucket
list. Some items on that bucket list include:</div>
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Paragliding, running a full marathon, riding a 100 mile bike
race, getting her concealed weapons permit, passing her hunter’s safety course
with our son Tucker, she went elk hunting (even helped pack the elk out),
visited Hawaii and climbed to the top of Diamond Head, went surfing, went to
Aruba, went deep sea fishing in Cabo San Lucas and reeled in her own Amber
Jacks, mountain biked the slick rock trail in Moab, maintained a nearly monthly
attendance at the temple, competed with an adult clogging group, walked on a
frozen lake, potty trained the last of our kids (yes, that was a huge milestone
for her), climbed to the top of the Mayan temple in Coba, Mexico with our kids,
took the kids to Disney World, and took our family to Lake Powell. Heck, Lisa
even got up on her water ski and took a lap around the local lake while she was
in the middle of chemotherapy last year. That is how you live and beat cancer. </div>
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The second way in which she beat cancer was why she lived. Lisa
lived for her family and friends. She didn’t merely live for herself, but
rather for those around her. She loved our four kids so much. She loved to be
with them, teach them, laugh with them, and go on adventures with them. Instead of giving up on life, she cherished
her short time that was left. We always knew it was a matter of when her tumors
returned, not if. Knowing this gave Lisa purpose in her final years. She knew
that time was very precious, so rather than wallow in misery she took advantage
of that precious time and lived for her family and friends. She was an amazing
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The third way that she beat cancer was the manner in which she
lived. Lisa had a deep love for the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. The
teachings of Jesus Christ allowed her to maintain an eternal perspective
throughout all of her trials. She lived a very Christ-like life of service and
love and kept her eye on the eternities throughout all of it. In Mormonism, we believe that this mortal
life is just a mere blink of the eye in the eternities. We believe that this
life is a time for growth and development, and as such should be cherished and
taken advantage of. When you die, that is not the end. It is just the beginning
of another phase where families can be together forever. Knowing this allowed
her to avoid falling into the trap of asking “why me” or of feeling sorry for
herself. She can hold her head high knowing that she endured to the end with a
positive attitude and that she kept the faith.</div>
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Keeping that faith isn’t without its earthly rewards though.
It’s not just the eternal rewards that we have been promised for being faithful,
but there are ones we can enjoy here and now as well. Throughout her battle we
would turn to God in search of peace and comfort. We yearned for strength to
bare the burdens we had been given, and thankfully the Lord did give us that
peace and strength that we asked for. I remember distinctly a temple visit in
February of 2015 the night after we heard the diagnosis of her second brain
tumor. She and I visited the Provo Temple the very next night seeking peace and
comfort from the Holy Ghost. Walking out of the temple provided us with a
beautiful view to the west of Utah Lake. The temple grounds were immaculate. As
we walked back to our car hand in hand, we were overcome with a distinct
sensation of peace and comfort that only comes from God. We had the feeling
that everything was going to be alright. We didn’t know if that meant she would
live or die, but we knew we were in the Lord’s hands and that He was in charge.
And there is no better person to put your trust in.</div>
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I don’t want to end in tears, so let me share some incredibly
funny stories about Lisa over her final weeks. For some inexplicable reason,
around the middle of February Lisa began craving Taco Bell all the time. She
talked about it several times every day. It was so strange because she had
never been like that before, but suddenly it was all she could think about. She
wanted Taco Bell for every meal. I would
get her the 99 cent cheesy nachos and she would smile from ear to ear like a
little girl on Christmas morning. She was in love with it and it made her so
happy. The Taco Bell corporate social media department got word of it and sent
her a care package with some Taco Bell paraphernalia. It was an amazing gesture
on their part and she absolutely loved it.</div>
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When her cravings first started, I put her to bed one evening
and kissed her goodnight and told her I was about to go downstairs and
exercise. She kissed me back and said, “ok, as long as you don’t go to Taco
Bell without me.” Ok, I’ll try and refrain babe!</div>
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One day at dinner time she got really serious, looked me in the
eye and said, “I don’t want to be buried at a Taco Bell. I still love their
cheesy sauce, but I think I would rather be buried in a cemetery.” That was a
big relief for me. Trying to figure out how I was going to sneak her coffin in
to a Taco Bell without getting arrested was proving to be problematic.</div>
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Another evening we were alone in our room and I was catching
her up with everything that had happened that day. She stopped me right in the
middle of one of my sentences and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear a word you
just said. I was just thinking about Taco Bell.” Apparently her deep love for
me took a back seat to her love for the gooey goodness from Taco Bell.</div>
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When my sister Kristin and her husband Chris announced the
birth of their newly adopted daughter, Lisa was talking about her cheesy sauce
from Taco Bell and said to me, “I guess now I’m going to have to start sharing
it with the baby, dipping her binky in it.”</div>
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I am going to miss her dearly and wish this weren't the path we
had to walk, but I trust in the Lord. I'm going to miss how incredibly funny
Lisa was. I'm going to miss sharing all of my thoughts, worries, and dreams
with her. She had a heart of gold and a huge desire for adventure. We had so
much fun together. She was also incredibly selfless when it came to her family
and she was a great ambassador of Christ. It is my testimony that our Savior Jesus
Christ died and resurrected for us all, and that through his atoning sacrifice
we can all overcome death and be together again. I love you Lisa and will see
you again!</div>
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Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-36333767329384532562016-04-29T11:43:00.000-06:002016-04-29T11:43:12.846-06:00Lisa's obituary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 14.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Lisa Foster Calderwood passed
away peacefully at her home in Midway, Utah on April 25th at the young age of
34 after a four year battle with brain cancer. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Heaven got a little brighter
as Lisa returned to her heavenly home. Lisa had an infectious, vibrant
personality and made friends wherever she was. She was always smiling and so
happy. She was incredibly beautiful both inside and out. She lived life to the
fullest and was always up for an adventure. Even while battling cancer she ran
a full marathon and did a 100 mile bike race.</span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 14.5pt; line-height: 115%;">There is a quote that Lisa
loved that describes her very well. "When you die, that does not mean that
you lose to cancer. You beat cancer by how you live, why you live, and the
manner in which you live. So live. Live. Fight like hell. And when you get too
tired to fight, lay down and rest and let somebody else fight for you."
–Stuart Scott<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 14.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Lisa lived these words to the
fullest. She beat cancer. Three separate times she beat cancer by never giving
up and by living life to the fullest. While many other people ask “why me?” or become
bitter and angry about their trials, she held her head high, pressed onward,
and continued to live with a smile on her face despite the heavy challenges
that come with brain tumors. She leaned heavily on her faith in God and used
that as a source of strength and comfort, even in her darkest hours.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 14.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Lisa loved to dance. She
started clogging as a little girl and fell in love with it. She continued
dancing all the way up until shortly before her death. Clogging opened up
wonderful doors for her throughout her life. She made many friends who became
her clogging family. She was a part of the folk dance team at Ricks College and
toured Eastern Europe with her team. She also won a gold medal for dancing at
the Junior National Olympics. While attending BYU she owned her own dance
studio in Springville. When her husband was accepted to dental school in
Maryland, she was sad to sell her studio but was lucky enough to find Teelin
Irish Dance studio out there where she could continue teaching and making
lifelong friends.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 14.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Lisa was a very smart and
witty individual. She got her associates degree from BYU-Idaho (the first
graduating class after the change from Ricks College) and then proceeded to get
her bachelor’s degree from BYU. She was also very crafty and a talented
seamstress. She had her own ETSY business where she would sew hooded animal
towels for kids. She would often give these as gifts to friends and family.
They were very popular and kept her busy throughout the years selling them at Swiss
Days and on her website.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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a fairy tale type of story when they met in the summer of 2002 in Chicago,
Illinois. It was love at first sight. He was instantly attracted to her
beautiful red hair and was smitten. After an exciting and joyous courtship,
they married on April 25, 2003 in the Salt Lake temple for time and all
eternity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 14.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Her four children were the
love of her life. Their playful, energetic personalities kept her on her toes
as a stay at home mom, and what an amazing mom she was. Her children adored her
and loved to be active outdoors with her while water skiing, camping, snow
skiing, biking, hiking and rock climbing. The memories she created with her
family are precious and will bring us joy for years to come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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husband Cody Michael Calderwood, four children Tucker, Aubrey, Cole and Blake,
her parents Ken and Susan Foster, and siblings Kevin, Heather (Pelfrey) and
Spencer, along with many nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles and cousins.</span></div>
Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-54518236026842377142016-04-21T22:00:00.001-06:002016-06-07T12:37:33.132-06:00Update on Lisa<div class="MsoNormal">
She's had a pretty significant downward spiral in the past
week. She really struggles to move around now and can't do stairs anymore, so
we just keep her in our bedroom all day and take food to her when she gets
hungry. Her hospice nurse says that the end is really near and she thinks that
two weeks, at the most, is when she'll pass away.<br />
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She had a massive accident Tuesday afternoon in the bed while she was
sleeping, even though we have to keep her in depends 24/7. I was at work and
was told about this when I got home. My mom was there at the house taking care
of her. One of my wife's neighbor friends stopped by just to say hi and as she
entered the room the smell of poop about knocked her back. She went down to get
my mom and the two of them proceeded to take her to the bathroom, take off her
soiled clothes, bathe her, wash the sheets and her clothes, and shampooed the
carpets. That's about the third time Lisa has had an accident that bad in
the past few weeks. The two previous times it was in the middle of the night
though, so no one else was around to be bothered with it and I did all the
clean up by myself. I felt bad my mom and neighbor had to deal with that, and I
am grateful for their help. It's not an easy task.<br />
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Yesterday when I got her up to take her to the bathroom she could barely
make it from the bed to the bathroom. You can see that her body is shutting
down now. The tumor is just so big that her brain can't handle it anymore. I
sat her down on the toilet and took off her pants and depends. As I was taking
them off she looked at me and had her first moment of clarity in over a week.
She is normally in just one big fog, like a hard core heroine junkie that is
just very unaware of any of their surroundings. She looked at me and said,
"I'm worthless" and then got really sad. I tried to convince her that
it was no big deal, that I loved her, and she was doing awesome, but she kept repeating that over and over again for about
30 seconds. Then she forgot all about it and was back to her "normal"
unaware self. It was heart breaking to see her aware of her situation. Most of
the time she's completely unaware of how bad things are. When people ask her
how she's doing she always responds, "I'm doing great!" And says it
with a smile. And she means it. In her mind, she's in great shape and isn't
battling cancer.<br />
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She's starting to not recognize people, and that unfortunately includes the
kids. They will go to give her a hug sometimes and she will push them away and
say, "What are you doing? Don't touch me." That's been hard on the
kids. She spends most of her day just sitting in the recliner in our room
quietly looking out the window or staring at a wall. On Monday she had some
family members come by to visit her and she wasn't very talkative with them and
didn't really interact much. When I came home from work she smiled and said hi
to me. The friend that had been sitting with her that day said that was the
first time she saw Lisa smile all day. That made me so happy that not only does
she still recognize me, but that she still loves me and that I can make her
smile.<br />
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I am so ready for her to pass away and gain relief from all of this. Two weeks
ago for fast Sunday, that was my prayer and the focus of my fast. That if it be
the Lord's will, that she can pass away peacefully sooner rather than later.
The only thing that makes a decision like that possible and bearable is our
belief in the after life and the resurrection. I believe that she will be much
better off and more productive on the other side of the vail than she is here.
I hate to lose my sweetheart at such a young age and be without her, but the
reality is that she has been "gone" the past 3 months. The woman you
see right now is not Lisa. It is not my wife, and not the mother to our 4 kids
that they knew. I just hope that these memories aren't what dominate their
memories for years to come. I hope our kids remember how fun, kind, loving and
outgoing she was. It's still so sad that she is going to pass away at the age
of 34.<br />
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I've said this before, but I don't know how anyone could ever approach or
tackle a challenge of this magnitude without an eternal perspective. I know
it's unfair to compare my situation to the Savior's when he was in Gethsemane,
but there have been multiple times that I have turned to God in a pleading
prayer essentially asking him to take this cup from me. I feel so unqualified
to handle it all. It's made me so painfully aware of my shortcomings and of how
weak, impatient and feeble I am by myself. Thankfully I don't have to shoulder this burden by myself though. I can say definitively that I have
felt the sustaining power of the Lord throughout this trial. While listening to
conference talks a couple weeks ago, although I didn't get any specific questions answered, I felt
my Heavenly Father's love for me as the Spirit warmed my soul. It was more than
just a happy feeling when one hears a motivational talk. It was distinct and
was the type of comfort that only comes from the Holy Ghost.<br />
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Throughout the past few months as I've asked for relief for my wife and for me,
the impression I consistently got was, "Hang in there just a little
longer." Although not the answer I was looking for, I've tried to be
patient and not lose steam. This Monday we will complete our 13th anniversary.
It's going to be an exceptionally hard day for me. I try so hard to focus on
the good times we had. On what a great wife she has been. On how we have
honored our temple covenants and will be together again, but I unfortunately
drift back to feeling sorry for myself far too often. I have probably cried at
least once a day over the past couple of months. More than my previous 37 years
combined. I know that the purpose of this life is to grow stronger and gain
experience to become more like our Father in Heaven. And just like weight
lifting, there is no way to get stronger without pushing ourselves beyond our
comfort zone. We need to do hard things to become stronger. But even though I
understand that, it doesn't make it easier when you are in the middle of it. </div>
Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-25343721611083121862016-04-09T08:54:00.000-06:002016-04-09T08:54:02.535-06:00Quick day trip to Moab and back<div style="margin-bottom: 10px;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Man I love Utah. It is such an awesome state with incredibly diverse terrain. I love that I live up in the mountains with pine trees and aspens and can drive just a few hours and be in the beautiful red rock country of southern Utah. I've traveled to some beautiful places around the world, but it's hard to beat the wonders we have here close to home.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I've been going to Moab multiples times a year for 20 years (excluding my mission years and when I lived in Maryland for dental school). Every year for the past 7 years we take the kids to Moab for their spring break. Our kids love it down there. The rock climbing, hiking, biking, four wheeling, catching lizards, and just plain rolling in the dirt. We try to make it down there a few times a year. I had this whole week of work scheduled off months ago, but with Lisa's failing health I knew there was no way we were going to be able to go down there. The kids were devastated but understood, so we've just spent the week at home trying to enjoy being with Lisa. We missed going last year too because Lisa was in surgery for her second brain tumor. So this was the second spring break in a row they missed going down there.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I've been stir crazy though this week. I haven't been on a vacation in so long and was itching to get down to southern Utah, so last night I decided last minute that we were going to make a lightning fast run down to Moab today to squeeze in one quick mountain bike ride for the kids. Lisa does pretty well travelling in the car if there isn't too much noise (thankfully our kids are awesome road trippers). I think part of it is the fact that she's contained in her seat and can't wander off anywhere and get in trouble, and there isn't a lot to confuse her.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">We left right after breakfast yesterday morning and pulled into Moab around lunch time. We met up with some friends at their campsite and ate lunch with them. Their teenage kids volunteered to sit with Lisa while I took all of my kids on a trail ride with our friends. The kids loved it. When we were done, we loaded everyone back up in my truck and headed back home. 4 hours of driving to get there. 2 and a half hours there, 4 hours back home. Totally worth it to get the kids out.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Lisa did pretty well physically, but mentally she was in la-la land and really out of it. She doesn't talk much anymore, which is strange and not normal for her during a four hour road trip. But she did manage to say something every now and then, which was usually completely unrelated to anything going on and would make us laugh. For example, the kids were quietly enjoying the scenery at one point and Lisa hadn't said anything for over an hour when she suddenly spoke up and said, "We can figure this out. Your dad is a really smart guy. He'll figure it out." Why thank you honey! I am a really smart guy.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Sadly, this might be our last family photo. Definitely the last of many we've taken in Moab over the years.</span></div>
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Here's my little crew with their bikes.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">On a side note, I used to be a more dedicated mountain biker. I loved to ride several times a week and go on some gnarly, long rides in Moab. Since I've had kids, that has totally changed. While on vacation, I don't want to leave the entire family for several hours while doing an intense ride. Now I just slow down, find some easier routes, and go with my kids. It's totally different than when I was a young single guy, but still a ton of fun. Watching your kids push themselves and finish a challenging (for them) trail is pretty cool. Blake (who is 5 years old) was so proud of himself today. I just wish we could have spent the whole week down there.</span></div>
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<br />Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-29753950788062074712016-04-03T09:48:00.000-06:002016-04-03T09:51:36.506-06:00Musings from Cody<h4>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">T</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">hese past 2+ months have been really, really hard. The previous four years with Lisa's brain tumors were difficult, but definitely manageable. These past 10 weeks have been incredibly challenging for me. Yesterday was another prime example of how tiring it is on me. Here's just a few examples of what yesterday was like, and to be honest it's become the norm. From the moment my wife wakes up, I have to help her with almost everything. I have to help her to get out of bed. Then I lead her into the bathroom where I give her all of her pills, one at a time and make sure she swallows them. Yesterday I gave her a bath. That is a difficult task. After the bath I took her downstairs and gave her breakfast. I made french toast for the family. During breakfast I had to play mediator between my wife and the kids. She has it in her mind that the kids are out to get her and often gets in fights with them about ridiculous things. Yesterday she was yelling at them because she thought they were trying to steal her breakfast. They weren't, but I had to smooth it all over anyway. The poor kids have been losing their patience and are starting to fight back with her more, so I have to really work to keep the peace in those moments.</span></span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Throughout the day she tends to get bored really easily and then wanders around. I ask her what I can get her or what I can do for her and then she gets annoyed that she can't be independent and usually gives me a nonsensical answer like, "I'm just going to finish watching this game and then go to the bathroom downstairs." Well, we weren't watching a game and we were already downstairs. When I try to explain stuff like that to her, she gets irritated with me and is convinced that I'm an idiot. If I turn my back on her for a minute, she's usually getting into trouble and messing something up. Yesterday I was trying to help my son with his bike and when I came back in the house I found Lisa standing by the stove pouring the sloppy joe mix I made for dinner all over the apple pie we were going to have for desert. Unfortunately she ruined the pie. When I asked her what she was doing, she said she was just following the instructions and did exactly as she should.</span></span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">In the evening she felt like laying down in her bed. She gets tired really easily throughout the day. She takes a nap for a couple hours after lunch and then usually goes to bed around 8. Well she went to bed a little earlier while I was watching the priesthood session. I took her upstairs and changed her into her pajamas during one of the hymns. When I came back up after priesthood session to check on her she was standing in the corner of the room patting down the wall, like she was searching for something. She didn't have her glasses on though so was blind as a bat and couldn't see anything. I asked her where her glasses were and she said that someone came in to her room and took them. Nobody had, but she wouldn't believe me on that. After about 15 minutes of searching I found them.</span></span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Then to top the day off, at 3:00 in the morning I woke up to her having another accident in bed. She had a bowel movement and I was an idiot and didn't put her in her depends last night because she had about a week straight with no incidents. So I proceeded to take her into the bathroom, strip all of her clothes and the sheets on our bed to throw them in the wash. Gave her another bath, dressed her again, and put new sheets on the bed. Sigh. It's tiring.</span></span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Ok, now that you've made it through my "brief" description of a typical day in my life, let me share with you some of my thoughts I've had. I know this sounds terrible, but I am so ready for my wife to pass away. I love her like crazy and I know I'm going to ache when she is finally dead, but wow. I'm exhausted all the time. I'm tired of being tired all the time. I wrestled in junior high and high school and have been leaning heavily on some lessons I learned through those years. Wrestling is very difficult and very tiring. You learn that you can always dig deeper and that you can always give a little more. You never quit, no matter what. Well, I've been relying on those lessons lately. I have no idea how much longer my wife has to live, and many times I feel like my tank is on empty and I've reached the limit. But, I just dig a little deeper and keep on going. My prayers lately have been that the Lord will give me the strength to bare up my burdens and to endure this well.</span></span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">I have asked myself and the Lord many times the past few weeks why my wife is being allowed to live. Mentally she is gone. Physically she is still doing great. It's quite the curse for her at the moment to have her physical abilities yet be so limited mentally. I'm convinced that she can do much more good on the other side of the veil than she is doing here. Then I realize that the reason she is still here is probably for me because my wife is unaware of just how bad she is. In fact, she thinks she's doing great. In a way that is a blessing. I think with how independent her spirit is that she would be going crazy seeing how limited she is, but thankfully she is unaware. The Lord is probably using this as an opportunity to shape me and mold me, not her. I know it has stretched me far beyond my comfort zone. The Lord also knows that I'm not a super patient individual, and this whole situation has really, really pushed me to the limit. If I'm not physically taking care of my wife and am somewhere else like at work, then I'm constantly worrying for her. So there is a huge emotional and physical toll associated with all of this. I have been made painfully aware of my limitations. I'm not nearly as strong and awesome as I like to think I am. It turns out I'm just an average guy trying his best and falling far short. This whole situation has "compelled" me to become very humble and turn to the Lord for constant help. The hymn "I need thee every hour" is quite literal for me at this moment in time. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Yesterday's talk by Elder Uchtdorf about eternal marriages really helped me and gave me some peace and comfort. My wife and I have had an amazing marriage of 13 years. She was a wonderful mother and a fantastic wife. I'm grateful for our temple covenants that both she and I made and have honored. It helps give me hope for the future one day that we can be reunited and she will have all of her mental faculties back and will have her personality back too. I already miss my wife.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Anyway, I have no idea if she has one more week left, or another month left. But I have decided in the past few days that it doesn't matter anymore. I'm going to stop stressing and worrying about it. I'm going to put it in the Lord's hands and do His will to the best of my ability. I'm going to choose to be happy and positive and I am going to pray for the Lord's strength and support, and then dig a little deeper for the energy to carry on. I don't remember who said it at conference yesterday, but I heard one of them say with regards to the challenges that we face in life that there are two ways to go in this life. We can either go our own way to happiness, or we can go the way the Lord has chosen for us and gain even greater happiness. I am putting my faith in God's way, that it will be better in the lo</span><span style="line-height: 20px;">ng run than any path I could envision</span></span></span><span style="line-height: 20px;">.</span></span></span></h4>
Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-13017035711931468472016-03-23T13:50:00.001-06:002016-03-23T13:50:24.670-06:00Lisa updates<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><u>March 8th</u></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lisa<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;"> update. Unfortunately quite a bit of her hair has been falling out the past several days as a result of her radiation therapy. She now has a bald spot on her left side. She doesn't mind it though, and thankfully </span>Brooke Wilson<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;"> helped her part her hair in a such a way that you don't notice it. Lisa keeps getting worse mentally each day though. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;">She struggles more and more with performing her daily tasks. She essentially needs help with everything, but her independen</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">t spirit tries to do them anyway. This weekend she was trying to do something on her own unsuccessfully, and I stepped in to help her. When she recognized her inability to do it, she broke down crying. She was saying how she hates not being independent and cried for a bit. This is a big deal. Ever since her first tumor surgery back in January of 2012, she has only cried three times. One was back in January of this year when she had her massive seizure. One was on Sunday when she recognized her lack of independence, and the other was tonight as she offered the prayer at dinner. It's difficult to see her cry when she has been such a rock over the past four years.<br />Another unfortunate side effect of her advancing tumor is that she will get mad at the kids for no reason and will lash out at them. I have to play mediator and take Lisa into another room. Thankfully she still responds really well to me and will calm down instantly when I talk to her. It's sweet to see how much she still loves me, trusts me, and believes in me. The kids are confused at times with her reaction, but I've been able to help them understand that Lisa isn't herself, that she still really loves them, and that when she does lash out that they should just go into another room.<br />But, this isn't solely a sad and gloomy post. There are still funny and tender moments with her. My mom, Cerola, was sitting with Lisa today when her hospice nurse came by. When her hospice nurse was working with her, Lisa turned to my mom and said, "You did a wonderful job of raising Cody. He's such a great man." It made my mom's week to hear that from Lisa. And for the record, my mom did a great job of raising me. I mean really, I'm quite amazing now. The proof is in the pudding. Have I mentioned how awesome I am yet?</span></span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><u>March 10th</u></b></span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">Two funny </span>Lisa<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"> stories from yesterday. Last night after I put the kids to bed Lisa began to tell me how the kids get her in trouble all the time and tattle on her. It was so funny to see her talk about it, like she was a 6 year old complaining about her siblings. She said that they accuse her of wandering off and getting into things that she shouldn't. She was adamant that she does not do those things, and said the kids are just being mean to her. </span><br style="line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">Then she woke up in the middle of the night and asked me if she could go downstairs to hang out with </span>Tracy<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"> and Rissa, and if I could make her a sandwich for lunch to eat with them. She didn't believe me that it was the middle of the night after much convincing, so I finally conceded and took her downstairs and made her a sandwich. When Lisa wants a sandwich, she gets a sandwich!</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><u>March 14th</u></b></span></span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">Latest Lisa-ism that makes me laugh. She seems to think that I'm the one about to die and is worried about being prepared for it. She asks me questions like, "You haven't changed any of your passwords recently have you? I won't have trouble accessing any of your accounts?" Or, "you don't have any charges coming out of the bank account that I'm unaware of do you? No surprises after you die?" Another, "maybe we should get a pill dispenser that can hold up to a month's worth. An</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">d you should probably teach Tucker and Aubrey how to help me with all of my pills once you're gone." And my personal favorite, "You don't have any girlfriends that I'm unaware of do you? I don't want any ladies coming around after you die." For the record I haven't been on a date with another girl since my first date with Lisa 14 years ago. She's been my one and only love since I met her.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">With Easter coming up this Sunday, we watched the Mormon video "He Is Risen" with the kids tonight for family night. Easter is much more meaningful for me this year as we near </span>Lisa<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">'s final days before she passes away. What a beautiful message this is. It gives me so much peace and hope.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">Update on </span>Lisa<span style="line-height: 19.32px;">. After Lisa's tumor had progressed so rapidly at the end of January and the beginning of February, we weren't sure if she would be around for more than 3 or 4 more weeks. About mid February her physical deterioration seemed to plateau, but her mental deterioration continued, albeit slower than what we had been seeing. Over the past month physically she had been about the same until last week. Over the past week I have been seeing more deterioration, at a more rapid rate too. She now gets tired really easily. She will be awake for about 3-4 hours in the morning and then has to take a nap. She'll sleep for 2-3 hours and wake up fairly refreshed. Then after dinner, she'll start getting tired again and typically go to bed for the night around 8:00.</span><br style="line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">The biggest challenge has been her mental deterioration. She has a few good moment each day, but for the most part really struggles. She doesn't know what day of the week it is, what time of day it is, and now even has a hard time with knowing what room in our house she is in. She will get up to go to the bathroom and will end up in the garage, the office, a closet or even the kids room and not understand what's going on. Her general awareness is shot. Also in addition to having terrible short term memory and struggling with her general awareness, she also is starting to lose her long term memory. She forgets how many kids we have, forgets aspects of our life together, and even fails to recognize people in photos, like her grandparents, for example.</span><br style="line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">She also struggles to follow simple instructions and commands. I'll ask her to sit down at the table when it's time to eat and she'll say, "if that's what you want me to do." And then she will continue to walk around, sometimes circling the table. It appears as if she understands what I'm saying, but her brain is having trouble relaying the message to her body. I often have to lead her by the hand when we go from one room to the other or when I need her to sit down at the table for a meal or else she struggles to complete the task.</span><br style="line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">Another example of this is when I'm getting her dressed/undressed. When I put her socks or shoes on I typically tap the foot I need her to raise. Verbal commands don't help as much as actually touching the foot. Well, this weekend while I was putting on her left shoe I would tap that foot and ask her to raise it. She would raise her right foot, and I would then tap the left foot and say, "no, this foot. Your left foot." That sequence was repeated a few times and then she looked at me and said, "I'm not doing the correct one, am I?" She knows which foot she's supposed to raise, but her brain can't relay the message to her body.</span><br style="line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">She tends to wander around the house because she gets bored easily (can't play games and forgets what she's reading or watching easily). While she wanders she has thrown many things in the trash like bills, checks, the kids homework, and even an ipod. I have to rummage through the trash each night to make sure she hasn't thrown anything away, and whoever is with her has to keep an eye on her at all times. She also will take the milk and other items out of the fridge and place them in the pantry or the dishwasher without realizing what she's doing. When I try to grab the item and return it she will get mad at me and insists that she is doing it right. She also will try and answer her cell phone even though the battery is dead. I will hear her saying, "hello? hello?" with her phone up to her ear and I will ask her what she is doing and she will tell me that she is trying to answer her phone but someone keeps hanging up on her. I will go over and check the phone, and sure enough it's dead.</span><br style="line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">The biggest concern with her deterioration though is that her headaches are back. She started having headaches at the end of January and her doctors put her on steroids. That controlled the swelling and kept the headaches away until this past week. I have even increased her dosage of steroids, but the headaches still happen every day. It's sad to see her struggle and suffer.</span><br style="line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">She does have a rare moment of clarity though, which I cherish. I have put together a slideshow of photos of Lisa's life to be shown at her viewing and funeral. I put it to music and was showing it to her the other night. We sat and held hands while watching it. She was smiling but I could tell that not much was really registering. A few minutes into it I could feel her grip relax and as I looked over I could see in her eyes that she was having a moment of clarity (you can see it in her eyes when she's out of it or not). She then started to cry, turned to look at me, and referring to her cancer said, "This sucks!". We both hugged each other and just sat like that crying for a few minutes.</span><br style="line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">I'm not sure how much time she has left, but I am ready for her to pass. I love Lisa like crazy. It aches to think of living without her. But I'm ready for her to die. For her sake, for the kids sake, and for my sake. It's time. Her quality of life is terrible right now. The kids don't understand why she is the way she is and it's a drain on them. And as for me, I'm tired of being tired all the time. The emotional strain of knowing the inevitable is coming and of watching her deteriorate has been hard. I will keep on pressing forward and taking care of her regardless of how much longer she lives, but it feels like her end is near. It will be such a relief for her after she dies. She will be out of pain and will have her memories back. She will be in a much better place. </span><br style="line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">I am so grateful for the wonderful life we have had together. I'm going to focus on that gratitude going forward and will refrain from feeling sorry for our situation. I also know that the Lord will help the kids and me as we continue onward. Thankfully the kids have been responding really well. I've had some great talks with them about what we believe happens after death and I have seen the Spirit work on the kids and help them to understand. As they understand, you can see the fear dissipate and a calmness replaces it. Sorry for the long update, but I thought I would give our family and friends a little window into what has been going on the past while.</span></span></span></span>Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-71885399640650527672016-03-07T09:22:00.000-07:002016-03-07T09:22:28.259-07:00Night at the Aquarium<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
A couple of weeks ago the aquarium in Draper had a special night for families that have a loved one battling cancer. Our kids were invited to attend, but Lisa and I were not able to go. Thankfully my sister and her husband were kind enough to take them out for a fun evening at the aquarium.</div>
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The kids had such a great time. When they came back home that night they were talking non-stop about everything they saw. A big thanks to my sister and brother-in-law for stepping in when we were unable to go. You guys are the best!Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-60449553311474842472016-03-06T21:11:00.000-07:002016-03-06T21:11:44.824-07:00Grown Men Don't Cry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span data-offset-key="c4stg-0-0">This song has been coming to my mind the past few weeks as I find myself in tears. Like Tim McGraw said, "I don't know why they say grown men don't cry." As I've thought about it, I'm not crying for Lisa</span><span data-offset-key="c4stg-2-0">. If anything, I'll be relieved for her when she dies. She'll be in a better place, will have her memories and wits about her, and will be free of her terrible cancer. </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="dpr58-0-0">I've realized that my reasons for crying are quite selfish. I'm heartbroken that I won't have her by my side anymore. And even though I have wonderful family and friends for support, I fear that I'll be lonely without her to talk to, to laugh with, and to confide in. I'm not sure why they say grown men don't cry, because I sure have done my fair share lately. I do take comfort though in knowing that the only perfect man to walk this earth also cried. The shortest verse in the bible, John 11:35 "Jesus wept".</span></div>
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Cody Calderwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01113181554420252198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188652469571407293.post-70375857122236824582016-03-06T09:23:00.000-07:002016-03-06T09:23:12.674-07:00Lisa updates<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been trying to update our family and friends on Lisa's progress and have been using facebook to do so. Here a few of the updates I sent out to family.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Latest update on<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=536626054" href="https://www.facebook.com/lisa.f.calderwood" style="cursor: pointer;"><span style="color: #3b5998; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Lisa</span></a>.
Her brain tumor has been growing rapidly and hasn't been slowing down despite
chemotherapy and radiation. Her doctors gathered together Wednesday to discuss
her case as a tumor board at Huntsman Cancer Center in Salt Lake City. I spoke
with her radiologist and oncologist on the phone last night, and given how
advanced and how aggressive her tumor is we have unanimously decided to
discontinue her treatment and to pursue home hospice care. At this point it is
the most humane approach for her. To be honest, this decision was quite the
relief for me and has brought both Lisa and myself much peace. It still is
heartbreaking and tear jerking, but comforting to know that we won't be putting
her through needless suffering and misery.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To
explain the rationale behind our decision, we discussed Lisa's quality of life.
Currently she has no short term memory. She can't remember things from 30
seconds ago at times. Her long term memory is beginning to fade. She is unaware
of what day it is or what time it is most moments throughout the day. She is
struggling physically. She needs someone to help her balance when she is
walking around. I have to dress her and bathe her. She struggles badly to
follow simple instructions as her brain can't relay the signal to her body.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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doctors all agree at this point that it is very unlikely that she will ever
fully regain her memory or physical capabilities even if she responded really
well to radiation. Also, even if radiation is successful, she will still die
within a matter of months. That knowledge causes me to ask why we would put her
through the hell of radiation just to prolong her life by a few more months
merely to keep her alive at her currently lousy quality of life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Also,
most brain tumor patients don't undergo three rounds of radiation. The
successful cases of people who underwent the Rambo trial that she was on were
with individuals who had much smaller tumors and were typically receiving their
second round of radiation. Lisa really struggled to finish her second round of
radiation a year ago. It was really brutal on her. It would undoubtedly be
worse this go around considering that her tumor is much bigger and she isn't as
healthy as she was a year ago. The treatments this time around were already
beginning to bother Lisa. In her moments of clarity she was beginning to
complain about them and dreaded her daily visits.<br />
Her doctors anticipate that she will pass away anywhere from 3 weeks to 3
months from now. Most likely sooner rather than later. The good news is that
she won't be in pain. Home hospice care will help her be comfortable and we
will get to be with her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #141823;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I
can say that we have positively felt the strength and peace that comes from the
Spirit of the Lord thanks to all of your prayers. I rejoice in our belief that
Lisa and I will be together again after death thanks to the atonement of our
savior Jesus Christ. I have decided that instead of having an attitude of 'why
me' or a feeling of being robbed of many years with my wife, I would instead be
grateful for the wonderful time we have had. We truly have had an amazing 14
years since we first met in 2002 in Chicago. So I will hold my head high
knowing that Lisa has lived life to the fullest and we will relish these last
weeks we have together.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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today. I accomplished a ton, all with<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=536626054" href="https://www.facebook.com/lisa.f.calderwood" style="cursor: pointer;"><span style="background: white; color: #3b5998; line-height: 115%;">Lisa</span></a><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: #141823; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="background: white; color: #141823; line-height: 115%;">in tow. I ran down to Salt Lake to make a purchase at Scheels and washed
my truck. Then at Lisa's request I took her shopping (browsing) at Maurices,
and took her to lunch at Taco Bell (of course). I then took a trip down memory
lane with her as I drove us by our apartment where we lived when were first
married and took her to the Cougar Creamery for an ice cream cone. After school
got out I took the boys to ge</span><span class="textexposedshow">t their hair cut, took Aubrey to her pediatrician appointment
and then after dinner took all the kids to the outlets to get them new shoes.
And I managed to squeeze in a workout. As I was just talking to Lisa recapping
today's events, she unfortunately couldn't remember any of it. She did however
say that even though she can't remember it, she's certain the Taco Bell tasted
awesome. Win!</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Physically her deterioration has plateaued and she hasn't gotten much worse
over the past week. Mentally though she continues to struggle more each day.
Most of the time she thinks she's fine and has a few years left to live. She
thinks her doctors gave her a clean bill of health. As a result she thinks she
is still capable of performing every day tasks (which she can't) and wants to
be very independent. That tends to create big problems. She gets bored ea</span><span class="textexposedshow">sily watching TV because she
forgets what she is even watching after a few minutes and then will wander the
house. She tends to throw things in the trash like the kids homework, bills,
mail, even an ipod. She moves perishable foods from the fridge to the pantry,
dishwasher and cabinets. It's exhausting following her around all the time
keeping her out of trouble.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">Last night at 8:00 she wanted to change into her
pajamas and insisted on doing it herself (she has needed help with this for a
few weeks now). I was busy with something and told her I would come upstairs in
a few minutes to help her. She didn't want to wait and headed up anyway. Not
two minutes later I hear the two little boys screaming down at me, "Dad!
Mom's trying to change in our room!" I immediately ran upstairs to find
her part way through getting undressed. All the commotion frightened her and
she said, "Fine! I'll wait to get my pajamas on." I then led her back
to our bedroom to change. She doesn't realize what's going on and gets angry
when we try to help her.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow">She still does have funny moments though. This
morning when I was giving her all of her morning medications she said,
"Wow! You are really good at this! How did you get so good at arranging
all those tiny pills?" She even busted out some sayings from Lord of the
Rings that blew me away. She was never a big fan of it so I was shocked to hear
her last night at 9:30 telling me she was hungry again and asked me if she
could have 2nd dinner. She then proceeded to talk like a hobbit about 1st and
2nd breakfast, etc. She also still tries to smile as much as she can. Even when
you can tell she is very confused and unsure of what's going on, she's still
smiling.</span></span></span></div>
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