Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Five Years Later

So today I went for my annual checkup on my thyroid. It seemed a bit momentous, being five years out from the big C being removed from my neck. But as always, I didn't know what to expect.

Five years ago, half of my thyroid was removed and in the four years since then, the remaining half has been watched. Soon after the cancerous portion was taken out, a bunch of lumps and bumps appeared on the good side. They've always been too small to biopsy or identify much about them through ultrasound, so every year it was "watch and see", not knowing if the ultrasound would change. For four solid years the ultrasound has remained pretty static - not getting worse but not getting better. I was in a bit of a thyroid purgatory - knowing that the lump that was definitely cancer was gone, but that other unknowns had crept up in its place.

This year when I went for my ultrasound, for the first time I felt a bit of peace. I was nervous, but not in full blown panic mode like previous years. The ultrasound itself was super quick and although the tech let on nothing (they usually do let something out to put me out of my misery) I just "felt" it was all ok. Today, leading up to the appointment I felt the same. I didn't want to be too confident in my gut feeling, although it has seldom been wrong.

Here's what I hoped and prayed would happen at the appointment: I'd walk in and he'd once again read the report that said something along the lines of "series of small nodules, less than 1mm". Then we'd discuss what my course of action would be - an ultrasound again in another year? Maybe stretch it out to two? Weigh the pros and cons, have a thorough once over about my general health and then I'd be on my way for another year.

Here's what actually did happen: I walked in and he read the report that said I had one 3mm lump, clearly identified as a benign cyst with no other abnormalities noted. Instead of talking about the course of action, we talked about how they KNEW it was benign. After thorough explanation and reassurance from the doctor, we decided without much fanfare at all, that I would be discharged from his care. Further ultrasounds would not be required because what this most recent image displayed was completely normal and "very low risk". I'd return to my GP for yearly bloodwork and unless something changed drastically with my health or bloodwork results, we'd assume going forward that my medication was doing the trick and my half a thyroid was functioning quietly and UN-CANCEROUS-LY!

I never in a million years expected to walk out of there today thinking the words "Cancer Free". I always assumed those little lumps were there to stay until one day they got big enough to biopsy and we'd find out once and for all. I never thought one would grow enough to identify it confidently as not being cancer and this would all be over. Who knew?

I can't tell you the relief this is. This thyroid journey has been ongoing for almost 7 years. Knowing it was cancer has been more than 5 years. It's finally over and I've just got this teeny tiny little scar to prove it.

I don't think I've ever loved that scar and all it stands for until today. Take that cancer! Just another challenge overcome. 

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Prematurity Awareness

Over seven years ago now, our babies came into the world prematurely. Way too prematurely. Everyone close to us knows that those five months the boys were hospitalized were the worst of our lives. Every bad moment (of which there were far too many) lasted an eternity; every good moment (of which there were not nearly enough) lasted for only a fleeting moment. Going to bed at night not knowing if there would be another middle of the night phone call explaining how close we came to losing one of them, and waking up every morning wondering what potential devastation awaited us was not something I'd wish on anyone. And having two babies go through it at once meant we never ever had a moment of reprieve - one boy's good day would be matched with the other's bad day - and on it went.

Now, all these years later, the time is mostly a blur. I can't believe we lived like that for half a year, yet we did. If I push myself too hard to really feel that time again it is much too painful to relive - so I just don't.  Prematurity has brought us many challenges, and has left more heartache in its wake than I knew possible. But through it all I remain thankful that despite the million and one challenges my micro-preemies faced, they are alive, healthy, and bringing more love and joy to the world than I ever could have imagined.

So instead of being sad on this World Prematurity Day, I will choose to be thankful. For specialized medical equipment, skilled and confident neonatologists, loving and dedicated nurses, supportive friends and family, and the original Trousdell Trio who kept each other sane in those dark, dark times.

And most of all, for these two, who have changed all of our lives for the better.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

A PSA on Wheelchair Parking

I'm sick of people being jerks. Seriously. Is it that hard to understand that if you have a disabled placard for your car you can park in an accessible spot, and if you don't, you CAN'T? Apparently it is that hard. So here's a few rules for you:

Number 1 - the obvious. DO NOT EVER EVER EVER PARK IN A BLUE SPOT IF YOU DON'T HAVE A PLACARD. Ever. Ever. Get my point? I don't care if your leg is sore. I don't care if the parking lot is otherwise full. I don't care if you're just running in for a second. None of those excuses matter. At all. Can I repeat EVER. In those 30 minutes or even 30 seconds you are abusing that spot, the likelihood is that someone who needs it is missing out on parking there. Don't be a jerk. Just don't park there.

Number 2 - If you have a placard but the person in the car isn't with you, don't park in a blue spot. Got your Grampa's placard that he forgot in your car last time you drove him? Too bad. That doesn't allow you to park there. Again I repeat - EVER. You know how many times I have cursed when I pull into a busy parking lot with a vacant wheelchair spot, and realize Asher isn't with me? Just because I have that blue card hanging in the window, if he's not with me I look for a spot at the back of the lot like the rest of the schlumps.

Number 3 - This one is my personal favorite because it's probably abused the most - if the person the blue card belongs to is in the car but NOT getting out of the car, don't park in a blue spot. So for instance the kids, including Asher, are all in the car. I want to run into Starbucks by myself, leaving the kids in the car. Can I park in a blue spot? No, no I can't. I can only park there if Asher is getting out with me. I can't tell you how often I have driven into a parking lot and seen a 95 year old lady sitting in the passenger seat of a car with the driver seat empty. How much do you want to bet someone has taken "Gramma" shopping with her placard, but conveniently left Gramma in the car? It doesn't work like that!!

I could give you a bunch of examples when not having a place to park has prevented us from participating in an activity - but if you're that kind of person who parks in an accessible spot when you shouldn't you likely don't care. Bottom line is if you park there when you're not supposed to, you're just an asshole. Got it?

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Tegan and Sara

Last night was a night Asher has been waiting a very long time for - the Tegan and Sara concert in Vancouver. For those of you who know Asher, you know that saying he "loves" T&S is a huge understatement. #1 fan would be more precise.

Long story short, the concert did not disappoint. Although all of it was a little overwhelming for Asher when we arrived at the venue, once his ladies went on stage he was settled right in and ready to rock for two solid hours. They put on an amazing show and we all had SO much fun. Although the wheelchair seats were slightly separate from where the rest of the family was sitting, turned out there were no other wheelchair patrons so we could all sit together. Not to mention that Ashy's bestie from school was there with her mom and they came and found us and were able to sit with us too. Ashy had all his loves in one spot. It was pretty special.

As we were leaving the theatre the usher stopped me and said "You have a very sweet family". Why thank you, I couldn't agree more. I am so glad we chose to bring all the kids to experience this and create memories that will last them a lifetime!

And now a few photos:

Brother losing steam....

And when all you want to do is go in your room and eat cheetos at 11:30 pm and you're locked in the hall because dad demagnetized the keys...

Thursday, September 29, 2016

The End of an Era

Ok friends, here it is - time for a new adventure. Things are going to change around here.  But first I'll back up a bit.

A couple of years ago I decided I wanted to change how I blogged: less in the minute, live blogging of all the multitude of mayhem that was happening in our lives, and more well thought out posts that my kids would have a better understanding of. That worked, for a while. But as the months and weeks passed, this blog started getting less bucket filling and more bucket emptying. It seemed like a chore to have to write, and I felt like a let down if I wasn't giving at least semi-regular updates. Not a good feeling to have when I have enough real responsibilities in life that can feel that way at times.

I knew I didn't want to quit blogging all together though so I didn't know what another option was. So I just kept going. And the posts got fewer and fewer between. So as a remedy, I started short Facebook posts on the Trousdell Five page, instead of regular blog posts. And for a while, that worked - until I lost my oomph there too.

Over the past couple of weeks there have been a couple of totally unrelated incidents that when I thought about them together, gave me a real insight to my life. My issue is not this blog - it is with my own identity. (Cue the midlife crisis).

For seven years I have identified with being a mom who has lost a baby, had twins, weathered micro-prematurity, and now lives with two children with a disability. In that, I think I lost the ability to identify with myself. Just plain old Tracey.

Now don't get me wrong, for many many years, that needed to be my identity. We were in survival mode, navigating all of these new challenges and trying to do our best to get by, maybe even thrive a bit, with some grace. But it's not like that any more. It's just life now; we're just living it. No more "defining the new normal" or "surviving and thriving" or any of that stuff. Just real life.

And of course I still identify with those things, in large part. For as long as I breathe I will continue to be an advocate for cerebral palsy, inclusivity, and prematurity. But it doesn't mean my whole existence needs to be wound up so tightly with them.

So the first step to getting Tracey back is to lose the Trousdell Five identity online. I will continue to use this space to mostly blog about my children, but not under that name. You'll notice some design changes with a new banner and different tabs. Less them, more me.

That also means the Trousdell Five Facebook page will be gone (more on that in a sec). Instagram and Twitter are also just in my name now. And while these aren't monumental changes that took more than a couple of seconds to make, they feel huge to me. I have always said "I will not let Asher and Nolan be defined by Cerebral Palsy". Yet somehow I managed to let that happen to me?!!

So here's what happens now. I keep blogging, when I feel like it. I will share those blog posts on my personal page on Facebook, and make those posts public. For those of you who follow the Trousdell Five page and will no longer have access, you can go to my personal page and click the "Follow" button on my cover picture. That will give you access to any and all of the stuff I post publicly, leaving anything I want to post privately just for my friends and family.

I also continue to be a voice for CP and prematurity. I just no longer make myself feel like that is a voice that needs to speak louder than anything else I have to say. And as for real life - well I’ll keep on keeping on, trying to take good care of myself so I can take the best possible care of my family. It makes me sad to end this chapter, absolutely. But also excited to see what lies ahead.

Onwards, to the next adventure life brings us. Thanks for your understanding and support. Here's to what's to come...

Love Tracey
(still and always, proud mama of the Trousdell Five)

Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Power Chair!

If you are a parent of small children, you know Mo Willems. He has such great animated characters, including that pesky pigeon.

In Grade 1, Asher and Nolan's teacher did an author study on Mo Willems, including of course, the hilarious "Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus"*.  During that time, one of the EAs in Asher's class decided, along with Asher, that they would create their own Mo Willems book. I saw the odd page here and there, but then promptly forgot about it. Summer passed, and it was far from my mind.

On the first day of Grade 2, that EA presented Asher and I with a surprise. She had Asher's book printed hard cover. It is absolutely amazing. She got a copy made for our family, and one for the school library so all the kids in the school can enjoy it.

While it's obviously the most fun to sit and read the hardcover book in your hands, I realized I needed a good way to share it with all of you. Lo and behold, some pretty easy software exists for making flip books online. A bunch of photos and a PDF, et voila, I'm a flip book master!

So without further ado, I'm am so excited to share Asher and Lindsey's creation with you. All text  by Asher (on his iPad) with awesome illustrations by Lindsey. Please click here to see the book. 

DID YOU LOVE IT OR WHAT?! How cute was that?! We are so thrilled with this amazing surprise and our family will treasure it. Thank you Asher and Lindsey for this masterpiece!

*In case you're not familiar with the original by Mo Willems, you can check it out here.  

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Three Little Chickens Go To School

And five little chickens are laying eggs at our house, do you know that?!

Back on topic, these little chickens started grade 2 and grade 5 today! Rio's last year of elementary school and the boys in a big kid grade. Seriously, grade 2 is for big old kids. How did that happen?!

A few shots of the big day...

Grade 5

Grade 2

Also Grade 2, imagine that

Oh my Gawd can you even handle their cuteness?!

"Show me your toothless grins!"

Rio and her bestie

I love all four of these kids and can't wait to see where the school year takes them!

Friday, September 2, 2016

Out and About with my Clown Baby

Yesterday I posted the following status on my personal Facebook page:

Today a woman stopped me on the street to say her friend has a son in a wheelchair. And now she sees my son in a wheelchair. What causes people to be in a wheelchair??? Because she has a son so she's really worried - is HE going to be in a wheelchair too?!

There are no words...

People were shocked when they read about the ignorance I am faced with, obviously. But you know what? I wasn’t - because I’m used to it. Isn’t that a sad statement? I’m used to people’s ignorance about my child in a wheelchair (or my child with a “different” looking walk for that matter).

Don’t worry, it’s not always comments like that. But it’s always stares. Always. Always. Always.

People are always staring at us.

And in fairness I can say they’re not very often stares of pity. Usually when people are caught staring I can tell their thoughts are “What a little sweetie”, not “Oh that poor dear”. But that doesn’t take away from the fact we are getting stared at all the time. And those of you with exceptionally cute kids, don’t go thinking this is the same as the stares your blond haired blue eyed beauty is getting. I promise you it’s not like that.

Hopefully most of the time Asher and Nolan miss it and are oblivious. But I am not. I am completely aware that I always need to be “on”. I could go on and explain to you what that feels like, but when Mary Evelyn from What Do You Do Dear? has already spoken on the matter so eloquently, I’ll let her do the talking.

Please, have a read here, just what it’s like to be out and about with your clown baby. (Or in my case maybe superhero babies is more fitting!) And a word to the wise - when you think your staring at someone is subtle (we all do it, me included), it's probably not.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Charity Pause

Steptember is just around the corner, benefitting the Cerebral Palsy Association of BC, one of my personal favourites. But I'm not participating this year...

Not because I need to take a break from activity. Not because I no longer support these causes. But because I want to give YOU a break.

In the past, I have been unbelievably lucky and successful in my fundraising efforts. Be it cancer, CP, Variety, or the Children's Health Foundation - all charities near and dear to my heart - people answer the call when I ask. So I really want to keep it that way.

I don't want to exhaust all of you - my fundraising support circle. You all have charities that are important to you as well, and most of us do not have endless supplies of money with which to donate to every charity that asks us. So one day, in likely the not too distant future, I will ask you to give generously again. But for today at least, you're off the hook from my end.

In the mean time, go be charitable with your hearts and all the causes that fill them. Being charitable does not always require your credit card :)

Monday, August 29, 2016

Our Summer in Photos

Wow. 6 weeks without a post. That's just embarrassing. I guess we've had a busy summer!

Here's just a little bit of what we've been up to, at least to tide me over til I'm ready to write a real post...

We welcomed our kitten, Jon Snow. Who almost died then came back to life.

We said goodbye to the Hip.

Some piano playing outside of science world

The BC ferries buffet (maybe more than once)

Someone lost two teeth!

We visited Papa in Trail

And worked very hard at physio

Beach house building

And yet another concert

Walking the streets of Nelson

And floating in Kelowna

We're almost ready for back to school...but not quite yet. One week left to suck the marrow out of this summer!

Thursday, July 14, 2016


I've been making Kombucha in all of its probiotic goodness! For those of you who don't know what kombucha is, you can check it out here. Basically it's a fermented tea that's all sorts of good for your guts!

I didn't have anyone to get a SCOBY from, so I grew my own from a bunch of tea and a store-bought bottle of Kombucha. Into the cupboard she went.

About three weeks of fermenting and there she is, lovely lady growing on top.

I then made a new batch of tea,

put the SCOBY in, and let it ferment for another week.

At the end of the week, I decanted it into smaller bottles, added some natural sweeteners*, and let them ferment for another two days. I preserved the SCOBY in the big container (on the left) for brewing another batch - which I promptly started.

After two days we cracked the finished product and it was SUCCESS! DELISH! I GREW A SCOBY AND MADE KOMBUCHA! I'm pretty proud of myself if you can't tell by my yelling!

After my first batch, I've now made three more and its safe to say the family is hooked. Is it making any positive changes to our guts? Hard to say. Is it delicious? Heck yes! So we'll keep going either way!

*To sweeten/ferment further, I've so far tried:
  • Blueberries
  • Lemon
  • Lime
  • Mint and agave
  • Cherries
  • Candied ginger
  • Elderflower

Thursday, June 23, 2016

School's Out For Summer!

We made it! From the first day of school to the last, these "babies" of mine have finished Grade 1 and 4 with flying colors!

Little Miss do gooder/straight As/junior achiever has already set up "Miss R's classroom" in her bedroom for the summer. And the twinsies finished the school year kicking ass and taking names. There were some bumps along the way, but I could not have asked for a better year overall, finishing with two bright, happy, social boys.

I am so proud of these three shining stars, not to mention myself for getting through my first full school year of many as a M-F working mom. They are ready to take the world by storm - but in the short term we're just going to enjoy a summer of relaxing and refueling their super powers!

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Please Help View Royal School!

OMG! It's been almost a month since I blogged last....and what motivates me to do so now? Money!

So I'm making a personal plea. Not just for good wishes, as I often do, but for cash. Cold, hard, cash. I know it was just last September that I hounded you for CP (don't worry I'm not doing it again this year) but here I go asking again for a different cause...

My three kids' amazing school is trying to build an accessible, inclusive playground/outdoor classroom. Given the state of education in our province, please don't ask why the school board isn't paying for this. PLEASE. Because you know there's barely enough funds to give support to kids, much less build them a new playground.

So our school is fundraising for this all on our own. A lot of money is needed, friends. A lot of money. But look at this thing - it's amazing! It will leave a legacy at our school, and in our community! Not to mention a completely accessible spot for Asher, Nolan, and a whole school full of great kids.

Would you consider donating, any small amount, to this cause? You get a tax receipt if you donate $20 or more! Yes indeed, we're not "GoFundMe-ing" - we're registered through CanadaHelps. It's really easy to donate - I can vouch because I've done it already!

If you have it in your hearts to donate, our family, and several hundred other View Royal families would appreciate it immensely. And if you do, would you mind shooting me a quick message so I know to thank you?

Right here. Credit card and a couple of clicks. Aaaaaand GO! https://www.canadahelps.org/dn/27536

Monday, May 23, 2016


I love baking. I also love eating baked goods. I generally consider myself quite good at both.

I bake a lot - it is my "cooking" contribution to this family. It's also my contribution when we have friends for dinner - Jordan takes care of the meal, I take care of the dessert.

We were having friends over for dinner (one being an award winning chef - no pressure!) and Jordan requested a pie to go with the tropical flavors of the meal. I love pie. I don't love making it however. I definitely don't make terrible pastry, but it's not something I generally feel confident about. Gulp. I decided to go for it.

Since I don't make pies all that often, I decided to document it in photos. Jordan wanted banana cream, I wanted coconut cream, so we compromised. I give you BANOCONUT!

1. Crust - baked with dried beans as pie weights.

2. Layer in the bananas:

3. Cover with coconut custard (made on the stove top) and let cool:

4. Top with whip cream and toasted coconut:

5. Devour

Anyone who knows me well knows I can't stand food photos because they RARELY look as appetizing as they taste. Pretty sure this fits that bill. But I don't care....that pie was GOOOOD! And look at those flakes in the pastry - just look at them!

Pastry credit: my sister Janice, along with some great pointers from chef April Bloomfield
Pie recipe: here

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Rio's 10!

This little love is 10 years old today. Rio, we love you and are more proud of you than you will ever understand. You are an amazing daughter, sister, friend, and leader. You will do great things my sweet, you already are.

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Renovation - Exterior

Finally! Almost 18 months since the renovation ended, we're ready to share the exterior of the house!!

It's been SO much work getting it to this place. SO MUCH CLEANUP! Followed by landscaping, landscaping, landscaping; painting; waiting for grass and plants to grow in. There is still so much more to do outside....but if I waited to be "done" before I showed it off, it would probably be in a decade. So here it is. Just a couple of photos to whet your appetite...the rest can be found in an album here.

Front entrance - yard re-graded for access to the house and accessible parking

Back of the house from the yard

Don't forget, if you haven't seen the interior before and after pics, you can find them here. Any questions about doing an accessible reno? I'm your girl, so fire away!

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Enter the Stander

STANDING: something most of us get to take for granted. Mostly, because it leads to walking - something else we take for granted. But do you know that when your skeleton was developing throughout childhood, standing was incredibly important to proper bone development?!

Standing is something that has been on our minds every day since Asher was a wee babe. Because if you are unable to stand on your own - but you want your hips, spine and legs to develop properly - you better find some way to support you in doing it.

Enter this little number. 

Asher has borrowed a standing frame since he was a year old. Standing has always been a big part of his routine, and currently, he stands for up to an hour a day at school. But we've finally decided he's old enough that we no longer want to borrow an "ok" one - we want to buy a "good" one.

So for the next few days we're trialling this one. It comes in at the low low price of about $3500 - which is a STEAL OF A DEAL compared to the nearly $8000 model we first looked at. We really want this one to work (because HELLO! price tag!) so can you shoot us some good vibes that this stander is the winner?

So far, Asher's hips have been doing GREAT. So great that at last hip x-ray his doctor said he'd never think they were the hips of a child who is in a wheelchair full time. But it's work, oh boy is it work. And no matter how much we get him standing, it does not mean he won't develop hip problems, or he won't inadvertently break a brittle femur doing a transfer one day. So don't take your ease of movement for granted ok? Cause I have a little dude who works his butt off every day for all the things that come naturally to the rest of us.