The Power of Memories

I was looking at Christie’s blog the other day and I found several posts she hadn’t completed. I thought even though they weren’t completely finished they were still worthy to share. Christie has SO much wisdom to share. Sorry I didn’t know how to make it all pretty like she did, but here is one of the “unfinished” posts!

by Christie Perkins

I woke up one morning with a firm thought. “You need to make memories.”

Now I was in a stage of life where I had toddler kids that needed my constant attention and my house equally begged for some undivided time. But my focus was constantly on the house.

I liked a clean house. I loved how it made me feel when it was reflecting sunlight and seething of lemon bleach instead of crummy milk splotched blotches. Ahhh. It felt like sunshine freshness and glittered up my smile.

Yet. Somehow my focus was all off. I was out of balance.

I had set up this fabulous work day. We were going to trim the bushes, clean the garage, and clean the house. I was excited about the opportunity for my “ah moment” when this was all going to be done.

But, as soon as my eyes opened up the change of plans was thrown at me. It was just a thought. But it was loud and it was clear. “You need to make memories.”

Oh we do, I thought. But then I thought… for the last several Saturdays we worked on projects and cleaning the house. And that’s what we did with our spare time. In fact, is that all we ever did on Saturdays? I had to think.

I wanted my kids to learn to work. I felt very strong about growing men with proper work ethics. But, instead I was creating boys with proper toy slots. On Saturday’s we looked at toys, we didn’t play with them.

How awesome is that?

Don’t answer.

Anyway. I’m convinced the thought was a turning point for me. I needed to find a little balance but mostly I needed to create memories. Correction: I needed to create fun memories.

I have no idea what we did that day (must have not been very fun… hey, I needed a little practice 😉 )

Cancer Kicks Memories Into High Gear:

So many years after that rude awakening thought I was diagnosed with cancer. It was then that I realized the importance of this message. It was then that I realized that Heavenly Father has a plan for me and was watching out for me. It was then that I realized that time is incredibly short. No matter how long you live there is never enough time.

Memories are glue that bond us.

And once again I am reminded of the power of memories. My dear friend Janna just passed away from appendix cancer recently. And I realized that the thing that lifted my heart was the memories. The flour fight we had in the kitchen (ahem… not recommended by the way), the blindfolded date nights in the back of an empty furniture truck, the game nights at her dad’s furniture shop, the lunches at her house; the fun we had.

And come to think of it… I can’t remember one gift we exchanged, or even a boring moment that we had. Though, I’m sure we did. The memories that rise to the top are the ones that were different, or we created together, or new experiences we ventured through. I did a lot of (good) things that I never did before with Janna.

And memories are what rescued me when she passed on.

Memories helped me to solidify my friendship with her. Relationships need memories. It is the food that feeds the heart. And since I’m living this year with “no regrets,” I am making even a bigger effort to make memories and follow the thought to make memories.

Memories/ misconceptions Necessities to Keep in Mind:

Memories don’t need money: now this is mostly true be creative. But, I have come to learn that sometimes memories do need money. Sometimes it requires a sacrifice of money. For the longest time I hoarded money. It was my safety net. If I had money I felt safe. But I realized that I actually needed to spend money to make memories. And I just had to tell myself that that was okay. And the funny thing was that once I spent my money on a family trip and it was gone. I realized that I had just filled our heads with experiences that would have been spent on piddly stuff.

And that was a big eye opener to me. We don’t have to be extreme and I believe in living within your means but I know that if you make it happen you will find yourself going without the other things that are just things that you thought you needed. Memories are more powerful than gifts.

 

Life isn’t about how much money you make… it’s about how much memories you’ve banked.

 

Christie Perkins Presentation Iron County Board of Realtors

On Thursday, April 5th, 2018 Christie Paxton Perkins was officially placed on hospice. Her cancer had spread to her liver, spleen, and other vital organs in her body. Her liver was in complete failure. Her eyes still beautiful, they sparkled and shined! Her eyes showed evidence of her cancer and the effect it had on her body. 6 days later on April 11th she shared her story to over 300 people at the Iron County Board of Realtors. Christie was so weak her dad had to push her into the presentation in a wheel chair. When the time came for her to speak, my courageous, beautiful, and amazing wife stood with such poise, strength and beauty. It was truly awe inspiring to witness. She boldly testified of God’s love for her and each of us. Even though life is sometimes hard and our earthly course often takes a turn, “life is beautiful and it will all be ok”. Christie knew her cancer would take her life. She was at total peace with the plan God had for her. She knew it would be ok! I will be forever grateful for the beautiful life lessons my sweet Christie taught me and our boys! Her faith, courage and determination to smile and enjoy the journey strengthened all of us. She will be forever remembered for her genuine love for all and the many lives she inspired and blessed. Christie truly figured life out. She loved life and everything in it. She truly enjoyed the journey! Even though there was pain and discomfort from her many surgeries and cancer treatments. She put on a beautiful genuine smile that lit up the room and spread the love of God. Christie wanted to serve, uplift and bless lives. Christie shared wisdom and experience far beyond her 39 years. Her life goal was to be 88 years old, she wanted the knowledge and wisdom that came with a long life filled with experience. Though she didn’t reach her 88th birthday; however, her wisdom, knowledge, experience, and influence stretched far beyond her years. She truly blessed lives and left her mark on the world. Hearing her voice was a sweet heavenly sent gift! Here is the audio of her incredible presentation.

Christie Lynne Paxton Perkins Obituary

My BEAUTIFUL, talented, sweet Christie! Love You SO much!

Christie Lynne Paxton Perkins
Our beautiful mother, wife, daughter, sister, aunt, and friend Christie Lynne Paxton Perkins 39, passed away on Thursday, April 26, 2018 in her home surrounded by her loving family in Enoch, Iron County, Utah after a courageous and inspiring battle with cancer. Christie was born November 28, 1978 in Murray, Salt Lake County, Utah to Marvin Lee Paxton and Vickie Lynne Hayes Paxton. She lived in Bennion, Utah until she was seven years old. Her family moved to Cedar City, Utah where her father Marvin worked for the Federal Aviation Administration. She graduated from Cedar High School in 1997. She later received a bachelor’s degree in 2001 from Southern Utah University in Family Consumer Sciences with an emphasis in Nutrition.  She met the Love of her life Daryl Scott Perkins while attending a summer institute of religion class at Southern Utah University. They were married for time and all eternity on June 6, 1998, in the St. George, Washington, Utah LDS temple.

Christie loved life and everyone in it. She genuinely loved everyone she met and they loved her. Everyone knew when she walked into the room for there was an instant radiant light and a beautiful feeling of love. People flocked to gather around her. Christie was close to her Savior Jesus Christ. People could feel His love and a piece of heaven while standing in her midst. Her greatest desire was to be a mother. She was a homemaker. Her boys brought her the greatest joy. She was so proud of them and the good choices they were making. She spent many hours laying on the trampoline with them gazing at the stars and making wishes as meteorites flashed across the sky! She had many late nights visiting with her boys. She was always interested in their day and how they followed promptings of the Spirit or witnessed the hand of God in their lives. Her boys and husband knew without question she loved them for she often whispered, “Can I keep you”? Christie had many wonderful friends who she loved dearly. Each one felt they were her favorite for she truly made them feel that way. Likewise, each of her nieces and nephews were her favorite. She loved them with all her heart. She loved hearing about their dates and was always interested in the details of their lives. She was an incredible example of faith, courage, and strength. She taught all around her to smile and enjoy the journey, to see the good, even through the difficult trials and challenges of mortality. She loved serving the young women in our community. She loved going to their homes and seeing them all dolled up and excited for their dates. Christie loved learning. She was a nonfiction junkie! She loved reading textbooks. She especially loved her scriptures where she learned to pattern her life after the Savior. Christie loved the Savior. Christie was always concerned for others and never wanted to inconvenience anyone. She often sacrificed her own personal interests and desires to bless the lives of others. Many times Christie would say, “Treats would be nice”, and within 15 minutes there would be a knock on the door. There was always someone that would hear her request! Her boys often tried to convince her to wish for a million dollars to which she would reply, “I don’t need a million dollars”! Christie was always happy and content with what she had been blessed with. In her mind she had a more than a million dollars in the love she felt for her family and friends. Christie loved writing. She started a blog: howperkyworks.com where she testified of God’s love, miracles and countless tender mercies through her cancer journey. She also shared many life experiences that strengthen feeble knees, heavy hearts, and hands that hang low. Christie is truly an amazing inspiration and blessing to all who know her.

Christie is survived by her husband Scott, four sons Barrek, Kasen, Camron, and Hudson of Enoch, Utah, her parents Marvin and Vickie Paxton of Cedar City, Utah parents-in-law Lynn and Terry Perkins of Kanosh, Utah, Brothers Bryan (Candalyn) of Enoch, Utah and Scott (Kristin) of Salt Lake, Utah, and many nieces and nephews who love her dearly.

She is preceded in death by her grandmother DeVola Hayes, grandfather Robert Hayes, and grandparents Baker and Vauna Paxton.

Funeral services will be held on Saturday, May 5, 2018 at 11 a.m. at the Enoch Stake Center (2200 Heather Hue, Enoch, Utah). Viewings will be held on Friday, May 4, 2018 from 6-8 p.m. and Saturday morning 9:30-10:30 a.m. prior to the funeral services at the Enoch Stake Center (2200 Heather Hue, Enoch, Utah). Internment will be in the Cedar City Cemetery, under the direction of Southern Utah Mortuary. Online condolences can be sent at www.sumortuary.com

Worn Out Dilapidated Dolly To the Rescue

by Christie Perkins

Wow. I’ve missed you. I’ve been on a couple of months of pain and sickness that I’ve just plain taken a break from the norm. I’m not really sure what that is anymore. Anyway, I’ve only been able to keep my head above water so most other things have just dropped. So much has happened.

But enough of that… let’s talk about life and living and all it’s wonderful perks.

I’ve been hoovering at a very hard and difficult state of well being for so long. I was tired of it. Tired of being sick, not having energy, throwing up every day, and generally not feeling great all the time. I was a dilapidated kinked-up crusty chromed car on the side of the road watching the freeway of Rolls Royce’s pass me by.

But I have not been without some amazing TLC. Of course there were so many helpful cleaners, home cooked beaners, and bright beaming gleamers that stopped to assist us. There’s been random money drops, sweet calls, and texts and visiting plops. I’ve cherished and needed them all.

But, through it all, I’ve felt so useless there being serviced and not helping anyone else. Continue reading

Daddy Daughter Date: Both on Chemo

by Christie Perkins

Now I can think of a bazillion fun date ideas for a daddy daughter date: dress up in goofy clothes and answer questions about what color of toothbrush you use- I can’t even remember most of the time… the bristles are white with little finger thingers. I know that much. Or go to Wingers (same taste buds fare well here), or get up in the middle of the night to hear the sonic boom, or “watch” the cloud infested solar eclipse from the ER room.

Or you could always hook up at the cancer center and go get chemo together. How’s that for a date? A daddy daughter date with chemo. Now doesn’t that sound fun?

Now sometimes you get to choose the date, but sometimes the date just chooses you. It so happens that Dad and I get to do chemo on the same day. Yes. Dad has to do chemo too. Dad has some uncommon kidney disease that causes blood clots (which they believed caused his stroke a couple of weeks ago). They have found that chemo will put it in remission. So he has 4 rounds of chemo that will help put it in remission.

Quick Cap: Dad’s been having lots of health problems over the last 6 months. There’s been a lot of doctors shaking their heads as to what to do. He’s been in and out of the ER and hospital earning mega points on his medical valued customer standing.

Someone forgot to tell him there’s no rewards points. So since I know he’s reading this- um Dad, there’s no reward points. Continue reading

IV Chemo Strikes Again. (A Grumpy Post.)

by Christie Perkins

Three weeks ago my blood work showed that my tumor markers tripled in just a 2 month time period. We knew where my next treatments were heading (IV chemo. Yuck.) but we needed to take a cat scan first. Cat scan revealed the secrets of the blood work and that’s when I started watering my flowerpots with my eyes.

Hey. We’ve been on a drought restriction so sometimes you just gotta get creative. Except I think I drowned a few pots (ok, ok… I really didn’t but it would have been a really good idea. Why do all the good ideas come later?).

So the new news of more cancer growth on the spine and multiple spreading spots on my liver is hard to take. Magic potion number 9 wasn’t quite right for me. Above all, the thing that bothers me most is that I can’t quite catch my own grip on this news.

Stop crying girl.

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Cancer and Magic Potion Number 9

by Christie Perkins

I gasped a little. Maybe I shouldn’t have. It’s silly to gasp when something is exactly what you want it to be. Perfect bloodwork. Yeah. I mean, really, who doesn’t want replenished white armored army warriors for bloodwork? You see, I was climbing back out from under my neutropenic plunk and my white blood cells and neutrophils were normalizing. I was gaining my fighting power back.

Again.

Each time I take my Ibrance pills my blood goes scuba diving.

But my gasp was not an element of birthday party surprise, it was credited to the boogie man lurking in the dark surprise. You see, the recovery from my last neutropenic plunk only meant one clear thing: If my white blood cells and neutrophils are up that means I have to start my new chemo pill. My current medication isn’t giving me the kapow I need.

So a new pill means new side effects, new adjustments, and reestablishing my new norm. Ugh.

Over the last 8 months my doctor has continuously dropped my current chemo pill dosing to avoid my blood levels from crashing. Each month we hope the new dosing will level out my fighting power but with each month I skid on the bottom before I get to the end of the cycle. It takes a while to get me normalized before trying the new reduced dosing. My clearance chemo isn’t quite cutting it.

And in the process my tumors have been getting hungry and beefing up. Continue reading

Easter: Power Over Death and a Ray of Sunshine

by Christie Perkins

Power over death. What an incredible gift.

The true meaning of Easter is much more significant than it has ever been for me. Stage 4 cancer has given me this valuable insight and appreciation of the resurrection.

The Savior took upon Him our pains and afflictions and broke the bands of death.

 

The Bands of Death

Now I don’t know about you but when you are handed a slip of paper that foretells your death ticket: non-curable stage 4 cancer the bands of death take on a whole new meaning.

Suddenly “beginning with the end in mind” is incorporated into everything you do. The heavy burden of death challenges how you spend time, how you interact with others, what you think about, and how you spend your money.

It’s a blessing and a curse. Continue reading

The Redbox Bunny Miracle

by Christie Perkins

I swear it was sitting right there.

The rush of the night had me winging the hairdo (yikes) and flinging the overdue redbox in the van. Well, actually I had my kiddo take care of the redbox. I had to return it because we were already late.

Last year we had this horrible habit of returning redbox rentals several days later. I made a new goal and commitment to make better use of my money. We would return movies the next night. And things were going well with that until…

Until, I don’t know what.

You know those moments when the redbox grins at you from the corner of the room and you gasp. Oh no! We haven’t returned that yet?

So we do that responsibility shift game. I ask my husband to take it on his way to work. Later that day he remembers he forgot to take it- so he texts me and asks me to take it in. And… I’m not sure what happens but I forget to take it. And before we know it my bank account it draining from a redbox rental.

And I didn’t love the movie that much to start with. Continue reading

Avoid Shirking Work

by Christie Perkins

In the winter we get a home grown ice skating rink by my front door. Thank you north facing lot. You do have to bring your own ice skates but if you want to do pirouettes or figure 8’s the entertainment is basically free. Well, unless you slip and have to wear permanent doughnuts to all future gathering places.

Anyway.

So you know how you most people are inclined to believe what they find on the internet? Well. Well, I found a piece of information that I thought would be a fabulous idea for de-greasing the ice rink. It’s called ashes.

Yeah. Wood burning ashes. I decided it would be a great idea to cut the work. You know, the “easy” way out. That’s what I thought it would do anyway. Continue reading