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Stacey “Tate” Smith

This is Dan, Shelley’s husband, posting on her request.  Tate died this evening in the hospital in Pittsburgh.  She had a brain hemorrhage during the night on Friday , and she was taken off life support just a few hours ago.  Shelley was there when this happened with the rest of her family.  Tate was 35 years old.  She wanted me to pass along her thanks for all your prayers and support.  They have meant a great deal to Shelley and I, and to the rest of her family.  This is all the information I have for now.  When we know more about funeral arrangements we will post more information.  Thank you for your continued prayers.
Dan Noyes for Shelley Noyes

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I cried a lot today. I had no idea what it felt like to carry a burden of grief around like this. The waiting, dear God, the waiting. I’m unloading the dishwasher and I think ‘Oh. I’ll call Tate.’ (That always makes the task go faster) and then I remember, and I’m almost doubled over with the shock of it. I can’t call my sister because she has a ventilator down her throat and hasn’t been aware or awake for five days and has tubes hooked up all over her body. My mom tells me that her lips are chapped and the problem is, she is the one person I know who is NEVER without chapstick.

She is suspended and I don’t know where she is. I want her back.

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Tate Update 8/24

Here is a note I posted on facebook:
Friends,
Thanks so much for your comments and your prayers. Your support means so much at this time–I can’t even put it into words. I get choked up just thinking about it.
I just talked to my mom and there is not much new to report. Tate is still in ICU on total life support, and her condition is critical but stable. The good news is that her kidneys have started to function on their own. The not-so-good news is that her lungs are still cloudy, so they can’t take her off of the ventilator yet. Also, it is possible that she has a urinary tract infection. My mom thinks she will be there for at least two weeks. If you want to send her a card here is the address:

Stacey Smith
c/o Allegheny General Hospital
Room #367
302 East North Ave.
Pittsburgh, PA 15212

God is big and He knows the deal. I have to say that to myself several times a day. Thank you again for praying.


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Update on Tate

Yesterday they life-flighted her to Pittsburgh (Allegheny General) and when they opened her up they found 8 to 10 inches of her colon filled with gangrene. They removed it immediately and now have her in ICU where they are draining all the poison out of her that had accumulated there while she was NOT being treated in New Castle. (GRRRRR can you say malpractice??)

She is currently in ICU, on a ventilator and heavily sedated. The doctors say her prognosis is good, but she will have a long recovery time ahead.

Thank you again for your prayers.

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My Sister, Tate

Friends,

Could you please pray for my sister Stacey (Tate) Smith? She’s been in the hospital since LAST Friday, and even after having her gall bladder removed and also a large mass of Endo, she still is in horrible pain. She is filling up with fluid and turning yellow, and her blood pressure is dropping to dangerous levels.  The doctors don’t seem to know what is wrong, and they are transferring her to Pittsburg to see if they can get this resolved.

I’m trying not to freak out. Thanks for praying and passing it along to others who can pray.

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Roller Coaster is so cliche, but it fittingly describes my summer. When we first arrived in NY I felt this sense of home–a comfortable familiar even though we we’ve been away from this town for 11 years. I was in wonderland–a cool breezy land of green enchantment. The trees, of course, but also the people. The extrovert in me was 100 percent GO–meeting new people everyday, reconnecting with old friends, barbecues, play group–where am I Heaven? People dropping cookies off on our doorstep, coming home to a gift of homemade bread; feeling so embraced, so welcomed. Top of the coaster excitement.

Then Dan actually has to go to work. Oh. So this isn’t Playtime Summer Vacation? I have to readjust to planning meals and keeping the house in order and wrangling an extremely social and extroverted near 6 year old–you know, do my part to contribute to Team Noyes. But now I have to relearn everything because I keep opening the wrong drawer when I want to grab a spoon, and my shopping/meal planning system doesn’t work here because I live out in freaking nowhere now, and Sadie is asking me four hundred times a minute: what are the plans for the day? I miss my friends in Arkansas–the ones you could pop in on, or call and say ‘we’re comin’ over, get the coffee on (Where IS my coffee, Shannon!?) And it dawns on me that I really have to start all over again with all my background because lots of people here don’t know me from Adam’s housecat, and these things take time. So I feel all lonely and wonder where I fit in, and worry that people are just being nice to me because they feel sorry for me because I’m really that annoying person who is totally intense and shares too much the first time I talk to someone. So my insecurity makes me all irrational and  tight faced, and I’m sure I’m missing out on everything EVEN THOUGH I have been invited to many things. I keep wondering why I feel random bouts of depression, and Dan reminds me that TIME is the answer, and that feeling at the bottom of the roller coaster is totally normal when you move to a new place and reality sets in.

Despite everything, though, the great thing is that I know we are supposed to be here. I feel excited and hopeful for the plans God has in store for us. For me. I don’t know yet how my day to day life is going to shake down once school starts and I can go to a Bible study and we get into more of a routine. I know that sooner than later I’ll find my place here in this community–the people here have been awesome to me, and I’m so thankful for being included so far. I know it’s going to be alright, even though I panic once in a while.

It’s about trusting, really. And letting go. Which I do when I ride roller coasters, by the way.  I love those wooden rickety ones that make you feel like you are going to fly right out of your seat. I purposely go slack and not hold on because I like the feeling of being held in, even when I think I’m going to fall out. The less I resist the twists and jerks, the smoother the ride feels. If I’m clenching on for dear life, I get whiplash.

Holy Cow, what a ride.

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