March 24, 2011

Sweet Sacrifice

Yesterday, March 23, 2011 was one of those "big red letters days on my calendar."  Our son began  two years of service as a mormon missionary.  What a beautiful, happy, sad, and bittersweet day.  We dropped him off at a mission training center.  He will be there for three weeks.  Then he will fly to the Dominican Republic where he will receive more training in the spanish language as well as religious education.  After that he will begin his service in Puerto Rico.
   I'm sure all parents can relate how this feels to watch your child leave your home and walk into their future.   I question myself.  Have I done enough?  Have I taught him all he needs to know?  Will he be able to live independently and live on more that Macaroni and Cheese?  My mind has been  reeling with a thousand questions, but my heart has been calm.
   I have felt so many "sweet whisperings," from heaven as I have watched my son decide and prepare for this mission.  Prepare to share the message of Jesus Christ and serve the people of Puerto Rico.  He will be sacrificing much, as will we, however we have been given much.  "Where much has been given, much is required."  You can read my about missionary service below.  I copied this from www.mormon.org/missionaries.  I will occasionally post some of his experiences here.

    One of the greatest gifts I received this last christmas came from this son.  It was a letter written to me.  Jace expressed his love and gratitude for me and wrote what a huge impact my cancer experience had him.  He said it had made him stronger and helped him prepare for his decision to serve a mission.   Now there are few things about cancer that are truly blessings but seeing how it has brought changes into my and others lives has truly been a "sweet sacrifice," in my own life.
Elder Kelly, (Mr. Personality)
Good Luck on this Amazing Journey!



Who are the Missionaries?

If you’ve seen them walking, riding their bikes or driving around your town, you’ve probably wondered what Mormon missionaries are doing, exactly.
Why would these young men and women choose to put on their dress clothes and traipse around strange parts of the world for two years? The Lord’s Church has always been a missionary church. Just as Jesus Christ and His disciples preached the gospel, more than 50,000 missionaries for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints are spreading His word today. They are called to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ in all parts of the world. Most missionaries are about 20 years old, though many older married couples also choose to serve. Missionaries voluntarily put aside school, work and dating for about two years in order to serve the Lord at their own expense.
Communication with family is even limited to letters or email and very occasional phone calls so that they can focus wholeheartedly on serving the Lord and the people where they serve. During their two years of full time service they devote themselves to studying, meeting people and teaching about Jesus Christ and His restored Church. Their work is a labor of love, and most missionaries end up feeling they gained more than they gave by serving.

Laffi Tabi

My silly grand-daughter. Sorry it's sideways. I'm still learning how to do this. There is nothing like a little laughter especially from a baby to make the world a brighter place.

February 15, 2011

Mat Talk

Lest you think our family is obsessed with all things martial arts, I wanted to share something else we are involved in.
          
                    WRESTLING
(Trent, my 112 lb. 9th grade wrestler with the yellow shoes)
  Joe started his career as a teacher and high school wrestling coach.  He coached for ten years and has been involved with community wrestling since then.
  When our first son was about two years old, he used to put all of his stuffed animals in a pile and run around them yelling, "two points! two points."


(Trent and Tyler. Brothers talking strategy)
Well, twenty-three years and four sons later, wrestling continues to play a big part in our lives.  All of our sons have been quite successful in the sport. 
Jace and Trent who took 5th in State!!
We just finished the official wrestling season last week.  We spent two days at the Utah 4A State tournament cheering for our high school team and supporting my freshman son.

   I feel so blessed to have been able to watch most of Trent's matches this year.  I've missed so many of them over the past two years. Even if I don't understand all the moves and rules, and the seats get uncomfortable and the crowd gets so noisy, there is nothing better than being able to watch your child work and struggle and wrestle after paying the price in practice for weeks and months.

Jace declared the winner of a match last year
I live each second on the mat with him. My heart pounds in my chest with each point given.  Whether the ref raises my wrestlers arm at the end .... or not, I was there standing on sidelines or seating in the stands rooting for him all the way.  Feeling his successes or his failures, I am there. 

   Wrestling is a lot like life. It's tough! We all need a lot of practice.  Sooner or later we will be out on that mat by ourselves facing challenges and fighting to come out on top.  Somethings we must face alone.  We all must be prepared to face our opponents or situations and sometimes we must do it by ourselves; One on one against the opposition or problem. However, through the easy or the hard it is good to know there are family or fans cheering us on from the sidelines.
  I hope my sons and my daughters will know and understand that no matter what comes in their lives, I will be there cheering them on from the sidelines and enjoying my involvement in their lives.


Oh, and about me. I go to Huntsman for tests this week. Labs, an MRI, and another biopsy.  Fun.  Wish me Luck and may all my numbers be good.




   

January 26, 2011

The Family That Kicks Together-Sticks Together!

The Kellys  Oct. 2008
Front row: Mallory, Trent, Spencer
Back Row: Joe, Kris, Jace, Dani, Tyler


I went back to work this month.  
Is it a job or an adventure hmmmmm?
I’m working at our family owned and operated martial arts studio.  
The front desk
My family has been kicking in the martial arts for about twenty years.
It all started when my husband and my oldest son at 7 yrs. old began training.  
Well to make a long story as short as possible......
Tyler competing in forms

In 1997, we opened our own martial arts studio in a building behind our home.  My husband taught classes in his “spare time” in the evenings.  Eventually our own children and several students also became instructors. 
             Spencer practicing self-defense 


I used to run a preschool in the building during the day then move all my equipment out of the way and help run the studio in the evening.  I look back now and think, “Wow! how did I ever do it.”  I definitely don’t have enough immunities or energy now for four year olds.
In October of 2008, we moved to a building on Main Street and then to our current location a year ago.  My son took over the management of the studio. (We opened a couple weeks before I was diagnosed with mm.  I remember painting the walls and complaining how tired I was. :) Fortunately at that time, Joe was able to step back and spend more time caring for our family and me.  What a blessing!
Tournament sparring

Well that’s the history in a nutshell.  Maple Mountain Martial Arts continues to do well and as it grows a decision was made that the business needed a “studio mom.” Someone to run the front desk, tie Little Ninja’s belts, answer the phones, answer the questions, and just be there to meet and greet students and parents among other things.   So I’m now working at Maple Mountain Martial Arts for 2-3 hours, three to four afternoons a week.  It has been great for me to get out among people again and have somewhere to go everyday.    
  
 Jace after testing for his black belt and 
Mallory earning her 2nd degree black belt.  
Joe also tested for his 3rd degree that day.
(you don't see brother/sister hugs like that everyday....very rare!)


This isn't exactly what I earned a college degree for, however I am very blessed to have such great working conditions and there are plenty of "perks". My son is  now my "boss"  I work with my daughter; she is one of the instructors, and I take my youngest son with me.  He does his homework there and attends class. 

Myeloma medication-dexamethasone is still wrecking havoc with my energy levels.  I battle fatigue daily and bone pain whenever it decides to appear.  Having a job helps to put cancer on the back burner.  Just what I need. 

Another view of the studio.  We are in the process of remodeling the basement to add additional space for classes.


Who would have thought any of this would be possible when my husband and son put on  crisp new uniforms and clean white belts twenty years ago.  


We have definitely had ups and downs, but over the past few years our back-yard business, our family, and I have grown in many ways.  Our lives have exceeded those white belt expectations and our family continues to kick together and stick together.


January 07, 2011

Intense Suspense



 So much has happened over the last few weeks.  We had a great Christmas.  I saved my energy for the important things, and tried to let the little things go without feeling to guilty.  


        My granddaughter Tabitha
 on Christmas Eve.   
  
      My best Christmas present came a week early when a large envelope came in the mail from “The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.”  It was addressed to my son.  We knew it would be coming, and gathered all the family and a few friends together as he opened it.  It was a mission call.  Jace has been sent on an LDS mission to  the San Juan, Puerto Rico mission.  He will be leaving March 23rd.  He will be gone for two years! 

My oldest son Tyler holding his daughter. 
(He went on a mission to Guam)
 and Jace reading his mission call. 
 There was some intense suspense!

     This is a blessing and a sacrifice.   To understand more about an LDS mission go here.  
     Jace, as well as our family, are in for an incredible experience.  It will be really hard for me to let him go!  It is a leap of faith for me.  But I know it is the right thing.  He will be sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ with the people of Puerto Rico. He will be learning spanish. We all have a lot of growing to do in the next couple years.  
    Happy New Year to all, and may good things come your way.

 
Puerto Rico!
    








        

    December 24, 2010

    Christmas Reflections


    The sacred and simple story of the Nativity outshines all of the glitter and glitz of the season. I testify that the miracle of the Christ child's birth and life can bring blessings, hope, and peace. May we all feel the impact of his life in ours as we celebrate this holiday season. Merry Christmas!!!

    December 10, 2010

    Nice and Normal

    I know that tandem stem cell transplants and chemotherapy have saved my life... and I feel so blessed to live in a time when good medical treatments are available for this disease. I would most likely not be alive today without them. These medical advancements have ridden my body of any visible signs of myeloma, but they have also left much peripheral damage. A weakened body and immune system, some neuropathy, and the various side effects I have had to deal with............But what I really am trying to say is that..............

    One of the miracles in this crazy life I have endured through all of this is to see and feel my body (as well as my mind and spirit) begin to heal. Isn’t it amazing and wonderful how the human body functions? How our bodies are generating new growth every minute? How my body can grow stronger everyday?

    After over two years of transplants, transfusions, and treatments, I have finally begun to feel normal!!! I am getting some energy! I am going days without pain! I can wake up in the morning and have a normal day!! Cancer does not weigh on my mind every waking minute.

    I can clean my house, play with my precious grandaughter, do laundry, run errands, and fix dinner all in the same day!!

    I have always been thankful for the big, exciting, and eventful days. Those days to capture in pictures and scrapbooks... Graduations and weddings. Birthdays and the birth day of my Grandchild. I am so grateful for those. They have kept me going. They have given me steps and goals and notes on my calendar to look forward to.

    And now my “life tutor”--cancer has taught me to appreciate the normal, ordinary days that build me and shape me and bless me.

    November 25, 2010

    Thankful Thursday #4


    "My brothers and sisters, to express gratitude is gracious and honorable, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live with gratitude ever in our hearts is to touch heaven." Pres. Thomas S. Monson

    What are you thankful for?

    November 18, 2010

    Thankful Thursday#3




    I'm thankful for yellow school buses, wide open spaces, dogs and cats, and chickens and fresh eggs.  Cows and horses in my country views. Living in a "smallish" town.  The four seasons that change just when you tire of one.  Holidays and Sundays afternoons. Family dinners. Busy boys.  A soft bed and a good nap.  The security of employment and insurance (but not the red tape and co-pays!) Homemade bread and simmering stew.  Fresh garden produce and sewing projects.   Family stories and the faith of my ancestors.  Multiple Myeloma specialists and the expertise of my local oncologist.  Kind and friendly nurses.  Lab techs with a light touch and little needles.  Modern medicine and "magical" technology.  My scriptures. A tank full of gas. Clean laundry and my washer and dryer.  My "to do list" all checked off at the end of the day.  People I care about. 
                     I hope I don't take the little things for granted.  I have so much to be grateful for.  May we all make a conscience effort to develop an attitude of gratitude.    

    November 11, 2010

    Thankful Thursday #2

    THANK YOU JOE for...................
    Endless driving to dr. appointments,  drinks of water, and deepening dependence.  
    Hugs and holding my hand, and masked messages only we can share.
    Blessings and  strategic juggling of household chores and children's activities.
    Earning a living while easing my burdens.  More than most men could handle.
    Telling me I'm beautiful with my bare head and raw emotions.
    Walgreen runs and a package of oreos under my pillow. 
    Calming my housewife guilt with a gentle hand; leading me back to lie down.
    Phone calls, "just checking on you calls," and "just because I love you," calls. 
    How do I ever express my gratitude and love for this man that married me over twenty six years ago. 
    Covenanting with me and God to be by my side as we began a life and family together.  
    Both have given us more than one could imagine.  
    Breathtaking mountains to climb and breath "shaking" changes as we race up and
     down this roller-coaster of a life buckled in tightly together.  

    November 04, 2010

    Thankful Thursday


          As promised from my last post- lets talk puppies!
    This is Kirby a shihtzu my family gave me for my birthday. He is a happy, furry, puppy who soaks up any kind of attention.
           He is a great addition to our family.  Kirby and Zoey, our airedale terrier, have become bests friends.


    And now introducing
        THANKFUL THURSDAY a great blog idea shared by Phil another mm blogger.  Every Thursday until Thanksgiving, I will be posting something I am thankful for.
        Today I want to share with you my gratitude for several friends in my life who have been the answer to my prayers over the last two years.  I am learning that many times the Lord answers our prayers through other people.  If a person is "in tune" they will act upon the promptings they feel.
      There has been several times when I have prayed for something and soon after I received a phone call or a visit from a friend who told me they felt prompted to check on me or see how I was doing. These always seem to happen when I need it most.
        Just yesterday I wasn't feeling very well.  Once again I am coming down with a cold.  It was after 6pm and I had not even thought about fixing dinner.  While I was resting, a friend dropped by with a dish of homemade tamales.  She knows my boys love them. Dinner problems solved!
     I am so blessed to have good friends in my life who not only bless me with their friendship but also act upon the promptings they receive and are truly an answer to my prayers.

    October 23, 2010

    SPEED BUMPS

    Wow how time flies when you are racing down the highway of life, motherhood, and  multiple myeloma!  
    Life seemed to be cruising along quite well as I enjoyed the end of chemo treatment for now, and the beginning of school.  To be honest it was really nice to send the kids back to school and have a little more peace and quiet at home to rest and recover from treatments.



            Summer turned into fall as our family became consumed with sixth grade, ninth grade, and football, football, football.  It has been good to get back into a routine, although I still struggle with the getting even the basics(cleaning, cooking, laundry) done around the house some days.  I am told it will take a good six months or more to regain my energy and get the chemo out of my system.
           This fall my husband coached my youngest son's little league football team.  They had a great time and took things pretty seriously; winning most of their games.
           My fifteen yr. old son played on the high school freshman team.  He played with heart and struggled with his size; as he is on the smaller side of most of his his team mates.
           My 18 yr. old son finally got a job after searching half the summer.  He is working for a freeway construction company.  He drives to construction sites throughout the county collecting rock samples.  He loads the samples in his brand new work truck (yea I'm somewhat jealous!) and takes them back to a lab for testing. For the last ten weeks he has been working the graveyard shift.  This has been a major change for my extremely social son who basically eats, sleeps and then works 12-14 hr. a day,
           My previous post gave you a glimpse of the highlights of becoming a new grandmother.  It has been an amazing experience, and I am very lucky to live within a couple miles of this gorgeous growing baby and her parents.
          So that has been a recap of life on my highway over the last few weeks. There have been many good things happening along the way, but I have definitely ran into a few speed bumps as far as my health goes.  
         I am learning that remission does not mean the end of "cancer concerns," or lingering side effects.  My body, mind, and soul have been through so much over the last two years and I have been somewhat naive in thinking that I would be able to bounce back more quickly.
         Speed bump number one slowed me down right after all my major tests in August.  My blood work all came back with good numbers but a PET scan revealed  some over activity in the uterus---huh!  My oncologist suggested I had an additional MRI on the pelvic region.  He did not seem too concerned,  I on the other hand "freaked!"  
        I celebrated my 46th birthday in the tunnel with some anxiety for another few days, but luckily the results showed nothing, nada, zip!  I have got to learn to not let these things get to me so intensely.  Who knows what would show up inside any of us if we were tested, scanned, and x-rayed too frequently with high powered, sensitive equipment. A case of indigestion could show up as your long lost twin or a nasty tumor if we rely and dwell on all this technology too much and too often.  Does that make sense?
         Several weeks later I ran into speed bump number two. Called ONJ.  And what may you ask is that?  Well I asked the same question as I  began a monthly bone hardening infusion way back in December of 2008. A common part of MM treatment involves using a Bisphosphonate called Aredia or a Zometa to treat, fill in, or strengthen the bones which have been damaged by the cancer cells in the bone marrow.   ONJ stands for Osteonecrosis of the jaw.  I had read about this and questioned the oncologist about this side effect from Aredia.  He explained that it was very rare and I should not have to worry about it.  Well nearly two years later I'm worried about it!  
        I went to the Dentist about a month ago because I had a sore on my gum at the very back of my mouth that would not heal.  He took x-rays-couldn't see anything and referred me to a peridontist.  By my appt., a small piece of bone had broke through the gums and I was diagnosed with ONJ.  My elementary level of understanding of this means that the delicate balance of bone being built and then reabsorbed within the body is disturbed when long term use of bisphonsphonates are introduced.  The bone growth in my jaw is a result of that. The dangerous part of this is when infection enters the scene.  The bones of the jaw can become so infected that they die.  This can be very painful and disfiguring.  It is recommended that no heavy dental work or extractions be done for quite some time after taking Aredia.  The good thing for me is that I have had very little pain.  The bad thing is that I have a major cavity on my top back molar.  The easy thing to do would be to just pull that baby out, however that is not possible right now so-lucky me- I went in to an endodontist to have a root canal on wednesday.
         I hope I am not whinning too much or boring you with all the details, however I am letting you know that now might be a good time for a "commercial break."mmm.............
         Okay back to my story.  So things were going quite well.  I had prepped myself well. Brushed my teeth extra long, flossed twice, gargled mouthwash, and even watched a youtube video of the procedure.  I was ready when I sat in the chair and the Dr. seemed very kind and gentle as he explained what he was doing. 
          The time seemed to be going down fast when all of a sudden I felt like I was drowning.  My throat was stinging and with my my mouth propped wide open and stuffed with a rubber dam covering all of the teeth in my mouth, I motioned that I had to sit up RIGHT Now!!  The nurse quickly removed everything out of my mouth and I started bleeding out of my nose and coughing up blood.  This went on for a good twenty minutes.  They kept shooting  syringes of saline up the drilled out root canals into my sinus' to get the blood flow to stop.  This made me cough more and continue to bleed out of my nose.  Pretty graphic Huh?  It was disgusting.  The Dentist said he had only had this happen once before with a patient and he really did not have a reason why.  We looked at the x-rays and the root canals had come close but not entered the sinus.  So there was really not a clear explanation.  But you should have seen my face.  I was swollen up on one side like a big red balloon.  They nurse had injected about 2 cups of saline into the right sinus.  After several minutes of more coughing and ice packs the Dentist asked if I wanted to finish up the procedure that day.  Aaaa..Yes please!! I was not planning on coming back!  So ten minutes later, extra strength tylenol, ice packs in hand, $900 down, and I was out the door.  
         Once again I became the patient battling a rare cancer, a younger woman with an older man's disease, and the person with another rare side effect. The questions of "why me" have long faded away.  Now my questions seem to be about understanding my health, my body, and multiple myeloma.  It is a huge stretch for my chemically, chemo-treated mind. 
         Most of the time it is better to concentrate on all the good things, people, and blessings in my life.  I may not be driving a shiny red sports car down my highway of life.  My dusty, dented up body, or my "uniqueness"  or "rareness"   sometimes wears on me when I have to slow down over all these speed bumps,  but it also provides me with some cynical humor,  crazy adventures, and beautiful scenery along the way. 

    (And p.s. next blog I promise to talk about my new puppy instead of root canals.)

    September 08, 2010

    The Miracle of Life

    I touched heaven today.

    I touched the tenderness, the purity, and the innocence in the soft skin, chubby cheeks, and wondering eyes of a baby fresh from heaven.

    I witnessed the strongest bonds of all that exist.

    The love of a family.

    The love of a mother, a father, and a child.

    A new chain connects generations into eternity. I am a link in that chain. I can connect generations into the past. My own parents and grandparents. I link the future with my son, his wife, and now with the precious gift of a child.

    I am so filled with gratitude and humility for this gift that the world received today as another baby entered offering hope and pure love for the future.

    And I became a grandmother.

    I rejoice at this blessing a kind and loving Heavenly Father has given me. Allowing me to witness, hold, and cherish one of the countless miracles in my life.

    P.S. It's a girl! One day old Tabitha

    August 21, 2010

    The Chemo party is Closed!!

    Time to celebrate!
    Thursday was my last "Chemo Party" for Hopefully a verrrrrrry lonnnnnnng timmmmme!
    Like I explained in my last post, this has been

    Almost two years of this grueling pace.

    This life changing,

    life preserving,

    completely consuming journey.

    I could not have done this without the expertise, and encouragement from the team at my oncologist's office.

    Jamie and Kelly, the nurses have been wonderful. Not only are they skilled at what they do, but they have become friends throughout this journey.
    We feel very fortunate to be in the care of Dr. Nathan Rich. He is my local oncologist. He works closely with the Multiple Myeloma specialist at Huntsman. He is very "down to earth" and takes his time to answer our questions and just visit. He has been my ally through this rigorous treatment. Really helping make the right decisions for me and weighing out the options. I have been having most of my infusions at his office and then meeting with the "MM bigwigs" in Salt Lake once a month. I really value his expertise, wisdom, and kindness.
    I will continue to see him and receive Aredia-a bone hardening infusion every two months.
    I am so grateful for the care I have received from these amazing people and the miracles of modern medicine!
    p.s. and you asked how did I celebrate? I went home, ate cake and had a three hour nap.

    August 17, 2010

    Endings and Beginnings

    A few pictures from the last few weeks
    We went to a family reunion in Star Valley, Wyoming. It was wonderful! Seventy people attended for a weekend of horse rides, four-wheeler rides, games, crafts, good food, wonderful family, and a lot of time to relax, visit and enjoy. Having a baby shower for my daughter-in-law. Only three weeks left, but I think she will be earlier. We both feel nine months pregnant! We are both tired and full of anticipation for a new life!
    And now for endings........

    It’s day 15 cycle 12 of my treatment. This means I have one more shot of velcade-chemo on day 18 and then I am finished with this regimen!!!

    That is 12 months of chemo! during this treatment cycle. Twenty-one months since diagnosis. Two autogulous stem cell transplants involving more chemo. For a grand total of twenty-one months of chemo. (More posts to come on this subject.)

    Almost two years of this grueling pace.

    This life changing,

    life preserving,

    completely consuming journey.

    The beginnings.......

    A few weeks ago a doctor asked if she could give my phone number to a woman who was just beginning this journey. I agreed but never did get a phone call from her. I spent some time thinking about what I would tell her. Wow where would I even start. How would I express all of what she would go through. How much could I tell her and what is better left unsaid.

    What I knew for sure is that if I could do it she could do it.

    Here are just a few of my thoughts.

    Take it day by day.

    Multiple Myeloma acts differently in every patient.

    You will probably get extremely ill.

    But it will get better.

    Now I deal with extreme fatigue and pain.

    Maybe you won’t.

    You have to go easy on yourself and let the little things go.

    Pray

    The dishes will eventually get cleaned.

    The floor will eventually get swept.

    The cobwebs on the ceiling don’t hurt anybody.

    The shower is a great place to cry and sometimes you just have to let it all out.

    Try not to isolate yourself.

    If you are feeling that way call someone up and ask about how they are doing.

    Do something for someone else, thank-you cards, phone calls.

    Pray

    Nothing takes the place of the support of family and good friends

    Many people will be scared of cancer and won’t know what to say or do. Try to understand that and go easy on them. This took me along time to understand.

    Seek for spiritual guidance through study and attending your church as much as possible.

    I am L.D.S. (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints) and partaking of the Sacrament has become one thing that I try not to miss even if I don’t feel well. The words and meaning of the Sacrament prayer gives me great peace and takes away my pain.

    Wow what a life altering journey you are beginning!

    We are so blessed to having been diagnosed at this time. As recent as 7-8 years ago there were few options for treatment. Now there are many. With many new drugs in trials and genetic testing starting to be used to specialize treatment to each individual patient.

    There is much hope of turning Multiple Myeloma from an incurable cancer to a chronic disease.

    This is tough but you can do this! And there will come a day when cancer will not be on your mind every minute of every day. It is definitely still on mine but the frequency will decrease.

    Try to look for the happy and simple things in life that bring you joy and cherish every minute of them.

    To the woman I have never met who is taking the first steps up this mountain, I wish you the very best. May your transplant and treatment go easy and if not may you have the strength and courage to take another step each day. May you move this mountain by changing your perspective and view of this perilous steep journey as you climb higher; taking the time to get down on your knees and pray for divine help as you overcome the challenges of this climb. You will receive his help.

    Please feel free to add your perspectives and comments to my post. So I can track down this new patient and share with her the wisdom of others on this journey and besides (I need to know if anyone is really out there:)

    Sixteen Years-Life Goes On

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