Help with CM Synergy

Hello all,

I want to say thank you to Shirley B. She was nice enough to walk me through an hour worth of CM Synergy migration steps this afternoon. She did not need to do it, but it was appreciated. I think she could sense the frustration in my voice, but that is just me.

On a different topic, I found the main CD-ROM for LINKS 2001 for my dad. I'm going to send it up to him so that he will have something different to play once and a while. I hope he enjoys it as much as I have enjoyed it.

Better get going.

-Andy

CM Synergy

Hello all,

I am writing to vent for a bit. I have been trying in vain to get my project migrated into CM Synergy for over a day. In short, CM Synergy is like a large filing cabinet. The problem with it is, you cannot move files from drawer to drawer very easy.

It is very frustrating to use...

-Andy

A change, for a change

Hello all,

Jennifer and I went to the chiefs game today with her father and brother. It was a great day for a game. The weather was nice, the crowd was fired up and the team played better than it had in previous weeks. Unfortunately, the Chiefs did not win. They lost by 3 points in the final seconds of the game. What a heartbreaker! I called my parent's house after kickoff to see if they were watching the game. My sister Nicole answered the phone. My dad woke up this morning feeling good, but at 10:00, he started to feel sick to his stomach. He spent most of the afternoon resting in his bed and listening to the radio.

I called him again after the game to get his thoughts on what needs to change. Like all Chiefs fans, my dad was shocked that they could find a way to lose again. Maybe next week they can find a way to actually win their first game.

It was a great night. By the way, Happy birthday Larry. You are the BIG 51!!

Good night!

-Andy

Dad's memories

Hello all,

Tonight I asked my dad what some of his favorite memories were of his childhood. You know, the things think of when you were a kid. Here is what he said.

I guess my favorite memory growing up was when dad would say "good job" for something I did. Either cultivating a field good or plowing a field nice. It was good to hear him praise me a little. It was better than if I had screwed up.

Thanks dad! I feel the same way. Most of the highlights of my youth were somehow related to winning your approval. I see where I get it from.

-Andy

Random thoughts

Hello all,

First of all, those of you who know the situation, thank you for your continuous, loving support. It has meant so much to me and the rest of my family. Your kind words and hugs have helped keep me moving when I had wanted to stop.

My task tonight was to just let my mind wander through the last thirty years and come up with some good memories of my dad. Here are a few that I came up with in the last hour.

On my wedding day, the guys in Jen and my wedding golfed at Hodge Park. I was up at 4:30 AM ready to hit the course at 7:00 sharp. It had rained hard the night before so the course was wet. I was the first to tee off. I had the whole group behind me watching. I shanked it to the right. My dad walked up and tosses another ball on the teebox and says "Try it again, I think your feet slipped." Good thing CBS was not watching because I shanked it again. Oh well. The point is, that was a great morning. The clouds opened up on us several times that morning, but we kept playing.

Another memory is of my last basketball game in high school. We just had lost to Nisha Valley. It was a hard way to go out, but I did it with class. My dad walked to the front of the bleachers and he gave me a big hug. It was and end to a long journey. I was glad that we ended it together.

The next year I started school at Northwest Missouri State University. I was trying to adjust to college life. That meant not going home every weekend. I received a call from my sister Danna saying that Mom and Dad really missed me being around the house. So I through my laundry into Sam and headed North on Hwy 71. I parked my truck in the corn crib so that mom and dad would not see it. My sister Danna had me hide in behind the basement door when Mom got home from school. When she passed by, I opened the door and said "Surprise". The big surprise came when Dad came home from work. As he parked his truck out front, I walked out the West door to greet him. He just smiled and said it was good to see me and how was school. I could tell in his face that it was a welcome surprise.

-Andy

IBM now

Hello all,

Just wanted to post a note and let you all know I am officially an IBM employee.

-Andy

Amyloid

Hello all,

I am writing you tonight with a heavy heart. My dad's goal when checking into NU Medical Center was to have his condition diagnosed. Today, he received his diagnosis: amyloid. It was the diagnosis that he was trying to avoid. It is an incurable disease. They will treat him and try to force the disease into remission.

My sister Danna called me tonight. We spoke briefly. More was said by not saying anything. She counseled me not to think of the worst, but to continue to pray and think the best of the situation. Our father is strong and his organs are in good shape.

Funny... I left work today thinking how bad it was that I am no longer a Sprint employee. I complained about possibly being moved to Gardner, Kansas. Those monumental injustices don't seem that big at the present moment.

Send a prayer for Bill Scott in Omaha, Nebraska. He could use some luck.

Good night,

-Bill's son
Andy

What a day

Hello all,

Yesterday I went up to Omaha to be with my dad and family as he had a higher risk procedure performed on his heart. At 1:00, he was wheeled into the cath-lab at Clarkson hospital in Omaha Nebraska. While in the lab, they inserted five tubes into his heart to measure his blood gases, heart strength, blood volume pushed, temperature of blood and electrical stimulus to the heart muscle. From start to finish, it took close to two hours to complete.

When mom and I were told we could go see him upstairs, I was a little curious to know why the doctors that worked on my dad did not come and speak to us immediately as other doctors had done while we had been waiting. As soon as we turned the corner into his room, I found my dad awake, but very groggy. He had a hard time talking for extended periods of time. But he looked relieved to have that finally over.

The good news is the doctors today may have an idea of why my dad is so sick. They believe his heart is not resting long enough between beats. Sounds simple enough.. Yeah right. But the good news is that he now has hope that he will walk out of the hospital. I know his worry has always been that the doctors will never find what is wrong with him. Now, at least he has hope again.

I left the hospital later than I had planned. I called Jen once I was on the road to let her know my ETA for KC. We talked about how good it was to see my dad and family again. I needed some cheering up, so Ali and I talked on the phone for a minute. She told me all about her day. It seems she is quite the talker ( just like her dad ). After a few minutes of riveting conversation, Zac picked up the phone and said "hello", "dadda", "elmo", "Dora" and "Bye-bye". It was a perfect start to a long drive home.

It was a long drive, but easier than expected. I hope dad starts feeling better today.

-Andy

Just heard from mom

Hello all,

Mom just called me to say that dad has come back from his nerve biopsy. One down, one to go.

-Andy

Pray for my dad

Hello all,

My dad is having two tests today. The first is another heart catheter to his right side of his heart. They are going to look around and take some tissue samples. The second is a nerve biopsy from his ankle. They are going to send both samples to the Mayo clinic in Minnesota for verification of results.

I hope they find something soon. The stress is starting to show on all of us.

-Andy

Dad still in the hospital

Hello all,

My dad is still in the hospital in Omaha. They did a spinal tap today. It took close to an hour to extract all that they needed. The second test of the day was not performed. My dad was not in the mood for fluid from his lung to be extracted. I don't blame him.

He is not to be released until Friday. I hope they find something soon. I know that he is getting sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Get well soon dad.

-Andy

My dad is back in the hospital

Hello all,

It has been a rough few days for me. My dad is back in the hospital in Omaha. This time, he is in Nebraska Medical Center. It is a lot like KU Med here in KC. It is the next step up from Methodist hospital. I hope they find something soon. It is driving my dad crazy not knowing what is going on in his body.

I went up this time alone. I wanted some time to just drive and reflect on what my dad has meant to me. So, I set the cruise control and started to turn the pages in my mind. Memories surfaced in strange patterns. I recalled the first time I followed him in his pick-up truck while we moved farm equipment from one location to the other. I think I was seven years old. I was very excited to finally be big enough to help out.

The page in my mind returned to the day I hit loose gravel while driving his pick-up. I was on my way to a neighbor's house to pick up a bed of hay for some pigs that were born the day before. The day was clear and bright. I wasn't going more than 40 mph when the truck started to slide sideways. I went off the road and hit a spillway head on. The only damage to the 1974 Chevy was a dent in the chrome bumper and the steering pulled to the left. I was not wearing a seat belt. My head hit the steering wheel. My first thought was my dad was going to kill me if I'm not dead. I pulled myself up to the road and walked the mile left to my neighbor's house. My dad was there in 2 minutes driving my truck Sam.

He inspected the truck and help to guide my neighbor pull the truck from the ditch. Never did he raise his voice or kick me in the seat. He calmly asked for my description of events which lead to his truck ending 90 feet away in a ditch. That was a day I will never forget. He could have been mad and told me I would never drive again. Instead, he helped me load the hay into his truck and told me take it home and finish what I started. I was 17.

Many other images flashed into my mind as the miles passed. Some blurred into the scenery, others stayed for a moment or two. Simply put, I cannot think of a memory of my childhood that doesn't involve my dad. I hope he starts feeling better soon.

-Andy

Another good night at the park

Hello all,

It was a great night for the Scott family. We went to the park again and had a great time. Here are some of the pictures.







I hope you like them...

Good night!

-Andy

BeautiControl inventory is IN!!!

Hello all,

Tonight Jennifer and I sorted five boxes of product that is destine to be in friends and family's bathrooms shortly. Her business is starting to take shape. Good job Jen!

I heard through the grapevine that I have a few more readers. Shannon, thanks for reading. I appreciate you taking a few minutes out of your day to catch up on what is happening with the Scott family. I have not been wearing my pedometer recently. I don't know why. I'll try to wear it tomorrow. I'll keep you posted.

Good news for me. I have been working on a new program for SODS that places linked list data into a tree. I know that might not mean a lot to many of you, but it is a hard concept to understand. Anyway, I made a lot of progress today and I should be done with it on Friday!

As for my dad, he is still recovering. I talked with him yesterday. His spirits are good and I can tell he wants to get out of the house. Mom says he is eating better, lots of protein in his diet.

Ok, I have rambled on for a while.

Good night,

-Andy