This House has need of helping hands…

This project has been in the making for 3 weeks now. I admit, I underestimated the time it would take to get them done (something my husband is always telling me). “Take the time you THINK it’s going to take, and double it!” He’s always right. I was searching for ways keep my kids interested in their chores and I came upon this site.  It’s a chart using a board, LOTS of laminate countertop samples from the hardware store, small hooks, and all your free time during nap time.  In fact, it took so long, that Gehrig began refusing to do any chores until his chore board was done!

Anyway, I thought the idea was so cute that I went shopping right away! I was so excited about it  that I remembered (or should I say forgot) it was early day while shopping at Roberts Craft. My kids were getting off the bus that very second. Good thing my mom lives close, she was home, and is willing to make up for what I lack as a mom!

For their names, I used full sheets of clear labels so you can still see the paper underneath. So here’s the end product! When they finish a job, they flip their card over! Now that they’re up, I don’t know how I’m going to keep Nolan from loosing his chore cards!

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If only I had a ‘locker room’ area where they can hang their backpacks and coats when they get home from school. It would be the perfect place to hang these! For now, the hallway will have to do.


Again, thanks to my mom for all bags of extra ribbons and jars of cute buttons she saves for things like this. (Usually meant for her projects though)

Gingerbread service

For our first FHE for the month of December, I knew we were going to be making gingerbread cookies for the treat. IMG_1562When I was talking to my mom about this, she had an idea (again) for the lesson to ‘go with the treat.’ Yes, it’s backwards thinking, but it   turned out great! As I was leaving, my mom remembered that she had all the cut-outs to the story. (My kids listened a whole lot better because they had something to hold) I first told the story of ‘The Gingerbread Man,’ then related the story to a ‘secret service’ game we were going to play for the month. My mom lent me a little bean-bag in the shape of a gingerbread man. Starting with Dustin, he’d find something he could do for someone else in the family and would leave the gingerbread man on their pillow. Then that person gets to choose a IMG_1566person to serve and so on and so forth. It’s been working out pretty nicely. The kids are having fun. Hopefully we can make it last throughout the entire month!  


Last night was Gehrig’s special one-on-one time with me. I took him to go see Megamind. (not one I’d recommend seeing twice) Half way through the movie he asked if we could go home. He said it was too long. I thought he was just anxious about his new desk that Dustin was putting together while we were gone. After the movie, as we were walking out of the theater, he began throwing up! I started rushing him out the door as he was throwing up in the lobby, stopped again in the foyer ticket-purchasing area and he threw up some more, then I rushed him outside to the flowerbeds where he finished. It was all over his coat, pants and shoes.  I thought about how I was going to get him home without another episode happening in the car, found some garbage sacks and told him to do his business in there if he felt the urge. After starting the drive home, driving as fast and as safe as I could, I realized his car seat was directly behind me! I prayed the whole way home I wouldn’t end up with puke down the back of my neck! I was lucky, still am. He hasn’t thrown up since. Happy 1st special time with mom, Gehrig! I’m sure I’ll never forget it!

Divided into Fourths

With so much going on at our house lately, Gehrig has started acting out a little bit. A new baby, a sick dad who can’t do the things that boys and their dads usually do, (wrestling is Gehrig’s favorite) a a big sister who just turned eight, and a sick little side-kick has left him feeling a little upset and he’s reacting in naughty ways. He’s become a SUPER big tease causing more problems (than usual). Last week a note was sent home with him from school. It’s his turn to be the ‘student of the week.’ Knowing all that’s been going on, his teacher called and asked is she should have waited until things settled down at our house. I thought it would be good for him and we got right to work on his poster ‘all about him’ which he was so proud of. IMG_1449Monday he came home with a ruler that said, “Gehrig Davis Rules” and a book of notes and pictures from his classmates with things they liked about him. Although this doesn’t solve the whole problem, I hope it helps. I wonder what he’ll bring home today!

This problem has worried me ever since I was about to have my second child. “HOW do I divide my time between each child so that each feels loved and needed and knows that they are a special part of our family?” With each addition to our family, that question has become more and more of a concern. With each child, every responsibility seems to double. And after seeing the need for more attention from Gehrig, I was talking to my mom about what more I can do. She suggested a date night each week with one child. I thought this was a great idea!It may be with just mom, just dad, or even both! Maybe every 1st Thursday is Gracie’s special day, the 2nd Thursday is Gehrig’s, the 3rd Thursday is Nolan’s and the 4th Thursday eventually Murphy’s special day.  We could  take them to a movie, out for ice cream, to the park to play/practice their favorite sport etc., but they know and can look forward to that one-on-one time with their parents. Here’s hoping for a good outcome!

What was he thinking???

Dustin found Gehrig sleeping like this. When I went into his room to look, I couldn’t hold back the laughter! BTW, I sent to him to bed with his shirt ON!




…these photos were taken over an hour ago, and although the left leg has surrendered, the right one is still going strong!

Our Family’s Special Weekend

Daddy Daughter Hike

IMG_1456The Friday before Gracie’s baptism, Dustin checked Gracie out of school early to go on a hike. She was completely surprised! He made analogies along the way about how staying on the trail is like keeping the commandments. On the way down the hill, Dustin asked her how long she thought it would take to get back down the mountain. “About an hour?’ Dustin said. “For you it will take an hour!” she said. Keep in mind Dustin is still recovering from his surgery.



Dinner at the Garden

IMG_1464Later that night we took Gracie to the Garden over-looking the temple. We got all dressed up and we had a fun night just the three of us. I think that she loved the special attention. 









Baptism Day

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Gracie loved the flowers that Aunt Leslie gave to her. She totally felt like a princess. I’m glad I got this family photo. Who would have thought that Nolan would end up with the stomach flu and not able to be at the blessing of Murphy the next day.

Blessing Day


All dressed in white!

On the Mend

It has been 3 weeks since surgery. I am healing well. I started working from home last Monday and went in to work on Thursday and Friday. Yesterday we were invited to a Halloween party an the Bonhams’ house. We had a lot of fun. Our family all dressed up as Star Wars characters. I was Anakin, Rachel was Padme, Gracie was Princess Leah, Gehrig was Luke, Nolan was R2D2 and Murphy was Yoda.

Everyone has been so kind and thoughtful since my emergency and later surgery to remove the tumor. Today after church, sister Kemeny came by with two 14 year old boys in the ward. She teaches the 14 year olds in Sunday School. They brought me a card, some cookies and some banana bread. She works in the temple and said she puts my name on the prayer roll every day. She is not the first to tell me this. Sister Markus, my mission president’s wife, has also emailed me a few times and told me they continually put my name on the prayer roll and pray for me.

Later this evening Nam Miner brought some home made egg rolls and sweet and sour sauce. They were delicious. She said she was going to bring some juice for me to take in the morning that is supposed to be good for the body. I don’t mind taking special treatments that people really believe will help. In the April 2010 priesthood session of conference, Dallin H. Oaks spoke on healing the sick. He said:

Latter-day Saints believe in applying the best available scientific knowledge and techniques. We use nutrition, exercise, and other practices to preserve health, and we enlist the help of healing practitioners, such as physicians and surgeons, to restore health.

The use of medical science is not at odds with our prayers of faith and our reliance on priesthood blessings. When a person requested a priesthood blessing, Brigham Young would ask, “Have you used any remedies?” To those who said no because “we wish the Elders to lay hands upon us, and we have faith that we shall be healed,” President Young replied: “That is very inconsistent according to my faith. If we are sick, and ask the Lord to heal us, and to do all for us that is necessary to be done, according to my understanding of the Gospel of salvation, I might as well ask the Lord to cause my wheat and corn to grow, without my plowing the ground and casting in the seed. It appears consistent to me to apply every remedy that comes within the range of my knowledge, and [then] to ask my Father in Heaven . . . to sanctify that application to the healing of my body.”

Of course we don’t wait until all other methods are exhausted before we pray in faith or give priesthood blessings for healing. In emergencies, prayers and blessings come first. Most often we pursue all efforts simultaneously. This follows the scriptural teachings that we should “pray always” (D&C 90:24) and that all things should be done in wisdom and order.

This is also the reason I am going to be taking Gleevec according to the doctors’ recommendations. According to statistics it reduces the chance of recurrence by about 35% and it will cost $1120 per month. Six months ago I think it would be impossible to even consider paying that much for medicine. But about 6 months ago on of my websites started doing really well and now it brings in extra income each month. I don’t feel that this is a coincidence. Obviously I would still like to find a way to save money on this prescription, but if I can’t, I fell confident the Lord will bless us that we can afford it.

My Cancer

So a lot has been going on with our family lately. When some asks, “what’s new?” It’s hard to say “not much.” We’ve certainly had our trials and experiences lately, but first and foremost I just wanted to say THANK YOU to our family and friends who have expressed concern, offered help, and continue to enquire about how things are going.

The reason I decided to write this post is to tell the whole story, that if I had the time, I would share with all interested. Facebook is nice for status updates, but as you all know you only check status updates so often so you can get confused with updates and there are a lot of gaps in the story. Plus, I don’t want to write something that might trigger a pity party, because I certainly don’t want that. So I want to write this to answer everyone’s questions, and perhaps to help support others who may face similar situations. Also, it will be good to have for my posterity.

The Background

I guess I would say things started the last week of September – about 3 weeks ago. I started to get sick. I wouldn’t say it was more than the common cold. By Thursday (Sept 23) I wasn’t feeling much better. I did two things that may have been a catalyst for what happened the next day: 1) I played Ultimate Frisbee even though I wasn’t feeling well, hoping the “burn” the cold out of me. In the process I feel and hurt my neck. I took 4 advil before bed (on an empty stomach) thinking that if I did not I wouldn’t be able to turn my head the next day. 2) I bought a case of juice bottles at Costco thinking I could drown the cold out of me. I drank a lot of those. I was probably sick enough that I should have stayed home from work, but I had some projects to get done before our company’s big annual convention at the Salt Palace the upcoming week.

Sometimes when I drive to work I like to listen to conference addresses on the Mormon Channel app on my iPhone. I generally listen to the latest talks, but for whatever reason, Friday morning (Sept 24) I decided to go back a few years. I listened to Elder Dennis E. Simmons’ April 2004 talk entitle “But If Not…”. I remember that talk because I met Elder Simmons a couple times on my mission as he was the area president, and I really liked that talk.

Here is an excerpt of the end of that talk:

Our scriptures and our history are replete with accounts of God’s great men and women who believed that He would deliver them, but if not, they demonstrated that they would trust and be true.

He has the power, but it’s our test.

What does the Lord expect of us with respect to our challenges? He expects us to do all we can do. He does the rest. Nephi said, “For we know that it is by grace that we are saved, after all we can do.”

We must have the same faith as Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego.

Our God will deliver us from ridicule and persecution, but if not. . . . Our God will deliver us from sickness and disease, but if not . . . . He will deliver us from loneliness, depression, or fear, but if not. . . . Our God will deliver us from threats, accusations, and insecurity, but if not. . . . He will deliver us from death or impairment of loved ones, but if not, . . . we will trust in the Lord.

Our God will see that we receive justice and fairness, but if not. . . . He will make sure that we are loved and recognized, but if not. . . . We will receive a perfect companion and righteous and obedient children, but if not, . . . we will have faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, knowing that if we do all we can do, we will, in His time and in His way, be delivered and receive all that He has. I so testify in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

I distinctly remember thinking after listening to that, “It has been a while since I have had a hard trial.” And so the story begins…

The Emergency

I got to work feeling as sick as ever. Around 10 AM I went to the bathroom and noticed I had a lost a lot of blood via diarrhea. I don’t think I took it as serious as I should have. I think I had two more similar experiences before finally finishing my projects and leaving for the day at around 2:30.

When I got home Rachel was in a rush to get the kids out the door to a primary activity to practice for their primary program that upcoming Sunday. It was my job to watch Murphy. In the rush of things I was trying to change his diaper and I was getting really light headed. After Rachel left I called her sister Leslie to see if she could get him because I was worried about my ability to take care of him.

After everyone was gone and things were settled down I laid down on the couch to get some rest. I had another toilet episode and this time I was finally getting REALLY nervous because I felt VERY sick now. When I got the strength I stood up to wash my hands. As I was doing so I looked in the mirror and looked really white. I started feeling like I was going to pass out so I got on my hands and knees and then rolled to my back and started to pray. I got the impression to call my home teachers. Fortunately I had my cell phone with me. It took me a minute to think clearly enough to find his number. When I called I explained that I was laying on the floor in the basement and feeling like I could pass out at any time. I said the front door was open. After hanging up I started to get more of my senses. I was able to crawl upstairs and get my shoes on and grab my wallet. Then I sat by the front door waiting for them.

They arrived quickly and I was already feeling a bit better, but they said I looked very pale. They first drove to the church to let Rachel know that we were going to the ER. They then took me to the ER and waited with me there. While in the waiting room they gave me a priesthood blessing which I very much appreciated.

The ER was pretty uneventful most of the night. I was feeling much better laying down there. I had an IV in so I figured I was probably dehydrated and now I would be feeling better and they would send me home. When I got up to give them a urine sample I soon realized that standing was not good and I was definitely still sick.

Shortly after Rachel arrived the home teachers left. As she was talking to me I had to stop talking because I got an incredible nauseated feeling. I asked for a bucket which I luckily got in time before filling it half full of blood. That was a scary experience for both me and Rachel.

Soon after I was wheeled off to do a scope. They suspected I had an ulcer. They put me to sleep to do the scope. I’m not sure exactly how long I was out. But when I woke up I asked, “Am I all fixed?” Rachel said, not quite, but we’ll talk about that later.

Dr. Dickenson was the doctor who performed the procedure. He explained that I had a tumor in my stomach that had a blood vessel that ruptured. He put two small clamps in to stop the bleeding. He said it was a very rare thing. In his 30 year career, this was the 3rd he had seen. While he was talking to Rachel she was concerned about getting all the information right because she wanted to let my brother Toby know, who is a Dr. in Boise, ID. Dr. Dickenson offered to call Toby and explain it all to him, which surprised and impressed us all. He said the tumor was likely benign, which quickly put my mind at ease. I had a tumor in the past that was benign, but that’s a different story!

I spent the night in the ICU. My dad drove out the next morning and gave me a Father’s blessing which provided more reassurance. They moved me out of ICU and I spent one more night in the hospital recovering. I was released Sunday afternoon and told rest and eat well and my blood count was still low.

The Week After

I set up  an appointment with Dr. Sandhu at LDS hospital. It was originally scheduled for Nov 1st, but thanks to some help from kind folks we were able to move it up to Monday, the 4th of October. I spend the week recuperating and doing a few more tests (CT Scan, blood work) in preparation for upcoming appointments. Although my blood count was low, I was feeling great – much better than the previous week. I even attended some convention sessions. I was very confident that this would all get fixed and be “no big deal”.

The Second Week

After my appointment with Dr. Sandhu, I came away with more hi-def photos of the tumor and some ultrasound images as well. He diagnosed it as a gastrointestinal stromal tumor (GIST). He then set up an appointment with Dr. Ott for Friday the 8th of October.

In the meantime I went back to work. I set up an appointment on Wednesday with my primary care physician so I could talk with him and make sure he was in the loop in case I needed an advocate. I was sort of taken back by his deep concern. One of the last things he said to me is, “Wow, you are really taking this well.”

As I was driving home from that appointment Rachel called. She had been on the internet researching GISTs. “Dustin, you have cancer!” It was true. GISTs are cancerous. I don’t know why I never bothered to even ask this of Dr. Sandhu – or anyone else for that matter.

At this point I felt like Peter. I was full of faith walking on water. When I heard the word cancer it was as if I took my eye off the Savior and noticed the waves all around me and started to sink. So I did what Peter did. I called out for the Savior to take my hand. He did and peace returned.

My appointment with Dr. Ott was very comforting. He was so kind. Rachel and I were both very impressed. The first thing he asked was if I wanted to get this taken care of first thing Monday morning because they were setting up the surgical appointments very soon. That was also a big relief to know we could get it taken care of very quickly. He answered all our questions and everything he explained seemed to match verbatim with what we had read on the interenet.

The Surgery

I checked in to Intermountain Medical Center Monday (Oct 11) morning. My parents had driven out from Roosevelt that morning. They were there waiting when we arrived. That was a big help to Rachel as she able to leave Murphy with them and sit with me in the “prep” room. I wasn’t nervous at all. I was smiling up to the point where they wheeled me into the operating room. I was just excited to get this done.

The tumor was about 4.5 cm in diameter and located at the top of my stomach – just at the base of the esophagus. This is what made it slightly tricky and why it required an incision instead of just a laparoscopy. Dr. Ott had to remove a small portion of my esophagus as well as the tumor and the area around it in my stomach.

I guess I knew it would hurt, but I certainly didn’t know how bad. The first two days were the absolute worst, just as Dr. Ott said they would be. At times I remember thinking I would rather die than go through this a second time. Surprisingly, I don’t think the pain from the operation was the worst part. It was having a tube running down my nose into my stomach constantly hooked to a machine sucking liquid out. My throat had really taken a beating. I wanted someone to do another operation to take out my tonsils. Every time I swallowed I felt like I was gagging on them. (I still sort of feel this way). Dr. Ott says I probably got a virus before surgery for how swollen my tonsils where. It really was miserable. I had tubes and running in and out, all over my body and it hurt to make the slightest movements.

It is strange how quickly we can forget these bad times. It has been one week since the surgery and I’m feeling so much better that last week that I have almost forgotten how bad I did feel. I have come to my senses. I would certainly go though that again to save my wife’s husband and my children’s father.

Fortunately I recovered at the speed Dr. Ott predicted. I was release from the hospital on Friday afternoon. It was hard to be so sore and not feel the constant nursing and protection the hospital provides, but Rachel has been so good to me and protective.

I am up walking around. I’m on a soft food diet. I can only eat things as soft as scrambled eggs. This will be the case for at least another week I believe.

My employer has been awesome. They have been very understanding and more concerned about me individually than my productivity at this point. But I have always felt that is the type of company I work for.

The Future

The hardest news to receive in the hospital is when the pathology reports came back on the tumor. I was told that due to the size, if the tumor had a low mitotic index, there would be a 95% chance that it I would be cured and there would be no recurrence. Unfortunately it had a high mitotic index, lowers that number to about 31% chance of no recurrence without further treatment. There is actually a calculator online that gives you these percentages.

So now to help prevent reoccurrence, I will be going on a medication called Gleevec. This will make that recurrence less likely (though I’m not sure what the numbers are at this point). From what I’ve heard and read on the internet it sound like quite the miracle drug, as far as cancer treatments go. Side-effects are really variant based on the person, but may report very minimal side-effects. The biggest problem with the drug according to Dr. Ott, is that if you don’t have insurance, it costs $120,000 per year! Fortunately we do have insurance. We are still not sure how much will be covered. That is one thing we just have to wait and see on.

So in conclusion, I’m doing well. My spirits are high. I’m so grateful again for my family and friends. I had so many visitors in the hospital and I wouldn’t even attempt to try to count them all. I’m grateful for AWESOME doctors and the kind nurses and staff at IMC, LDS, & American Fork Hospitals. I’m grateful for technology and modern medicine. I’m a blessed man.

I know that my God can deliver me from this illness… but if not, I will still trust and serve Him.

Gehrig the Hero

There is something wrong with the doorknob on Gehrig’s door. If you shut it from the inside can can log yourself in. There is no lock on the door, its just that the inside know doesn’t quite work. This morning as Rachel was helping Gehrig make his bed, she was worried as Nolan came in that he would shut the door. In the process of her “freak out” moment she accidentally shut the door. So there they were – all freaking out, locked in Gehrig’s room. They didn’t have a phone to call anyone either. So after about a half hour, Rachel finally convinced Gehrig to tie his bed sheet around him and she lowered him down to the top of the fence. She gave him the garage keypad code and instructions so he could get in the house. He made it and had to jump off the top of the 6 foot fence. He was the hero for the day! (Gerhrig will turn 5 in two weeks)