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The trip that started a longer journey

Today I Raised My Complimentary Sierra Mist… to Lori

IMG_3696Today marks one year of our friend Lori’s transition. In so many ways it seems like just yesterday. It’s one of those days that most likely will remain crystallized in my thoughts for numerous reasons.

I’ve been thinking about Lori and this day for awhile. The weight of a year and all that did — and did not — transpire. And now that it is here and coming to a close, I feel the need to once again to express gratitude for knowing her.

Larry and the boys shared some beautiful posts with pictures. Oh, that smile! Warm… a bit mischievous… so authentic. So knowing. Admit — I shed a few tears today at lunch as I took them all in.

I miss bumping into Lori on our street. Sometimes I get the sense that she’s up the way, walking the dog. But then I remember and pause. I let the myriad of feelings — including guilt and gratitude — swirl for a bit. That’s an emo cocktail I’m sure to carry for quite some time.

Lori was a selfless giver and doer of many things. As one of our neighbors — and dear friend of hers– posted:

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Perhaps it was a coincidence that I received a letter from Hoxworth the other day letting me know it had been eight weeks since my last donation. They also let me know that there was a national shortage of blood. How was I to say no?

I could have chosen any day to do this, but I wanted it to be today. Today felt right to give someone who doesn’t know me — and doesn’t need to know me — a gift. The gift of hope. The gift of life. The gift of a second (or third or fourth) chance.

I’m still in awe of the true machine that is Hoxworth Blood Center and the incredible, warm, gracious people who work there. The whirling of the platelet collection device still gives me a jolt. It reminds me how essential donations are.

Today, I thanked the Hoxworth Crew and let them know how special they are in the eyes of my family. Bill, my rocking yet gentle phlebotomist, especially appreciated hearing that. “It’s stories like yours that keep me going.”

The giving keeps giving.

Smile, Lori. Your star still shines bright.





July 21, 2016 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Fifteen Seconds of Peace

I wish I had more to share in this ever complex and maddening world. 

Watching the falls I was reminded that peace can be found. Sometimes you just need to dig in your heels and climb to attain it. 

July 16, 2016 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Be Like the Zebra

We are enjoying a quick weekend trip to Knoxville. Knocking around in some of the wonderfully quirky shops tonight, I found myself taken by this trinket. 

So I bought it. 

Dave was just checking it out. I told him it was hand carved in Kenya. 

“Wow — it is really heavy,” he commented. “What’s inside?” 

I looked him square in the eye and blurted the first thing — and only thing — that came to mind. 


~ Jacqui

July 9, 2016 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Milestones and Memories

Today is May 29, 2016.

This afternoon, our son, Jameson, graduated with honors from Highlands High School.

As a mom, I’m heavy with all the nostalgia and pride that a day like this brings. Cliche as it seems, I let it all wash over me like big, sloppy, pounding waves. I felt everything there was to feel. I came up for air, only to quickly succumb to more feels. Graduation is just the beginning. This is the summer of transition and I’ve been down this road before. The smallest things can make me cry or beam with happiness. There is no reason. It’s just the way it is.

I think pictures are what get me the most and goodness knows I’ve been sorting through scads of them. I sit down to look at just a few and then realize hours have passed. My throat is scratchy, my eyes are red and my nose is stuffy. All around me, random seconds of Jameson growing up — expressing every possible emotion and pose — are frozen on paper and screen. How quickly we amass collections of “remember whens…”

And while I balanced all of the little boy/big boy memories within the context of our family life, felt the waves of feels and shredded a few Kleenex in the processes, there is one thing that nagged me leading into this day.

It was around this time last year that Dave was being diagnosed with Lymphoma, round two.

I tried very hard not to have these two events collide. I didn’t want to drag that particular memory into this milestone. But at some point I had to simply cave into it and reflect what was the past 365 days.

Cliche as it was, it all came back in a wave. A lot of things happened during this year. A lot of growing up. A lot of hanging on. A lot of letting go. A lot of compromise. A lot of holding back.  A lot of acceptance. A lot of gratitude. And in the end, triumph.

James, like his brother, had to deal with Senior Year in the shadow. Thankfully, he, too, got a graduation hug from Dad under the willow tree.


These are some of the pictures I’m going to hold tight for quite some time. Taken just a few hours ago, they make me cry and they make me beam with happiness.

Congratulations, Bug. Happy Graduation. I love you.




May 29, 2016 Posted by | Uncategorized | 1 Comment


IMG_3551I just finished watching one of my favorite movies, Fried Green Tomatoes, based on one of my favorite books by Fannie Flagg. I told Dave that I had to watch it as it was important — the absolute last thing I needed to do to get ready for tomorrow’s marathon.

He’s still trying to figure out what sweet Jessica Tandy has to do with me running my first 26.2. Bewildered, he just looks at me, wishing for some sort of sign that will decode it all. Seems like it might be a restless night for both of us, then.

Always remember… the secret’s in the sauce.


Tomorrow is going to be a big day. I best be getting some sleep…

April 30, 2016 Posted by | Uncategorized | 2 Comments

Day +170 (Well, the morning after…)

Yesterday, February 26, was Dave’s 170th day post transplant.

I could post a picture of what transplant day looked like, but I won’t. It’s more important to see what day +170 was.


Pike 27, Woodward Theatre; Photo Credit: ORU Media

This post is about these men. And friendship. And the ways we all are connected.

The night was loud — a good, crashing loud. No one cried (thanks JN for celebrating that for us!) and without having to draw too much attention to it, the passage was felt. The fog and ice and crud on the window was swiped. Sure there was residue around the perimeter, but the center was wide open and clear. Raw and transparent. The darkness that shrouded was purposeful. It allowed for the electricity to spark and carry the room. On a cold night, people were sweaty.

These fab four re-entered a very sacred space together, connected, created and reaffirmed for all of us what it means to have each other. You can do things alone and there are times that you simply have to do just that. But when you have your brothers-in-arms at your side — not your wife, not your kids, not your parents, not your siblings —  but those people whom you and the fates allow to be a part of your life for reasons both unknown and not, you realize that there is something really incredible — and most times indescribable — about simply being alive.

On stage, they were four grown men each with their grown-up personas and lives. But they were also breathing, thriving reminders of their younger selves — zealous, open, quasi-rebellious teens taking part in the cathartic release and empowerment that is rock n’ roll. We were witness to the moment and to an extent participated. But theirs was a crucible that was magical for them.


Dave Purcell, Pike 27; Photo Credit: ORU Media


Sean Rhiney, Pike 27; Photo Credit: ORU Media


Mike Fair, Pike 27; Photo Credit: ORU Media











Dave Killen, Pike 27; Photo Credit: ORU Media


I realized this morning that not one picture was taken of Dave and I together last night, and honestly, I find that incredibly fitting. This was his to have with his mates. Watching him have it was perfect. ~Jacqui

February 27, 2016 Posted by | Dave, Everyday | 1 Comment

Twisted Santa

Brandon is finally home so tonight we were able to finish our gift exchange for the holiday. After the flurry of paper, there stood one last box. It was from Santa. The note simply said: “When the three of you are finally together, gather around the final box and open it. You’ll have to work with it a but the surprise will ultimately be revealed.”


As Brandon aptly put it, “Son of a Nutcracker.”

Out spilled 256 puzzle pieces. The table was cleared and the three got to work.

For close to an hour, they twisted and turned pieces, wiggling them into place without any sort of guide. The grumbles were priceless. We tried hard not to laugh or help. Do you know how much fun it is to watch people work a puzzle without any sort of prompt? For once, some assembly required was all in their court. Oh, the JOY!



The picture finally came into focus and their expressions: priceless.


This summer, we’re off to the Pigeon River to do something we’ve never done before. We can hardly wait. TOWANDA! ~ Jacqui




December 26, 2015 Posted by | Everyday | 4 Comments

Waking Up to What is Here


I’m not sure why this holiday season has been so hard for me.

Well, maybe I do, but I just don’t want to admit it.

With so much to be grateful for, so much to be happy about, I entered the holiday season at some point in November with dread, anxiety, depression and numbness. Work was way too much and it kept compounding as the year got shorter. It provided a nice way for me to hide some of this. There was no time for me to get into the merry bustle when it seemed like the last quarter of the year was a constant battle of slaying dragons…and the dragons most times were winning. So I got lost in it and that made me sad. It was an ugly cycle. I know that sadness dripped over to the family. Hard to reconcile.

Dave’s most recent post was a call to release and turn this blog back to whatever it is supposed to be. I grin as I write that statement because, well, this is a rambling little place that is more cathartic than thematic.

And before I go there — to that other place of supposed to be — I think I have one last post to write about what was these past few months. Maybe by getting it down I get it out. And then, I can turn things around and journey into the new.

During this past year, I realized I begun to question how we as humans envelop ourselves in faith and in particular, of the religious variety. Very hard to say when so many of our friends and families sent up beautiful prayers on our behalf. Harder still when so many voiced that as our family news turned from uncertain to celebratory, these prayers had been answered. I admired this  faith — the conviction. But it was hard to return that feeling.  What was I missing? The prayers that were sent up for us were answered. But the prayers that were sent up for three other spouses that sat beside me in the cancer boat were not. They lost their loved ones. I didn’t. Harmony and discord. Gratitude and guilt.

As the days turned into holidays which are rooted in so many different flavors of faith, and ugly clashes and world events invaded our every conversation, I felt like I was in a hall of mirrors with the floor falling away. So many reflections and none of them seemed right to me anymore. Foundations of what I thought I believed in were slipping. As scary as these feelings were — and are — they carried a calming effect. The nothingness provided one less thing for me to worry about. Or perhaps…

Faith. Per the Google it is described as “confidence or trust in a person or thing; or the observance of an obligation from loyalty; or fidelity to a person, promise, engagement; or a belief not based on proof; or it may refer to a particular system of religious belief.”

I just don’t know. I believe in the promises I’ve made to Dave and the kids and I realize that I have room to demonstrate those promises more — not out of obligation but out of want. They make me whole and that feels right. I’ve got that faith and fidelity. Beyond that, it gets a little fuzzy.

I believe that there are things that happen that we just can’t explain, both good and bad. I believe that we surround ourselves with people who buoy us and we in turn buoy them. I’ve always believed in angels on earth and spirits that guide. But are these things due to the intercession of a deity or just plain human interaction and intuition? Am I wrong for casting away so much of the communal aspect of faith and making my world small? Is my question of faith a form of fear — of getting caught up in something that is so much bigger than myself that I lose myself to mob mantra — or is it a declaration of self-assurance — that in order to get by I just need to keep my immediate, tangible world in focus and deal with the outcomes as they may be?

I woke up this morning to quiet and for once I didn’t feel the weight of the days. I didn’t need to go to work. I didn’t need to do much of anything because Dave and the kids tackled the majority of preparations for this weekend. I succumbed to the head cold that I held off for the past week and wandered out to the tree to stare at it for a good long spell. Thus the space to think.

As I gazed on the tree that is a history of our family, friendships and love of the past 25+ years, I couldn’t help but think of this song. Not a traditional carol but an awareness of where I am now. And I think that this is okay because I also believe that we should ask questions and find the spaces of understanding among ourselves and each other… even when we feel that we are too busy to try or too staunch in our own convictions to comprehend another perspective.

I appreciate this morning’s dark for helping me think and feel but I don’t want to be captive to its seduction and completely slip away. Amid this uncertainty, this season, this now– I’m yearning for light and love for those close to me as well as all of humanity. People need peace and security. It’s a big wish that I have and I can be part of making it true by being present for those I love. And while together we are celebrating this season, I am having a hard time saying ‘Christmas’ this year because the word has become so polarizing in both the big and little spaces of my life. This is a first for me and maybe by admitting it, I can release some of the anxiety and dread that has enveloped me of late.~ Jacqui



December 24, 2015 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Day +100: A Post from Dave

Screen shot 2015-12-18 at 6.40.45 AMIt’s been awhile. Actually it’s been 106 days since I posted here. It was day -6 and I was just settling into my hospital room and the idea of this treatment and transplant when I fell asleep listening to music. I sit today, well on the other end of the teeter-totter, and while the memory of how I got here is still present, much of the hospital stay and immediate aftermath is a blur. The view from my “rear view mirror” is pleasantly hazy.

Today marks day +100 for me in this new version of DK2.0. While I am aware of this, I am happier to have Brandon coming home for his birthday on this day than I am eager to examine my progress up to this milestone. Christmas will be here soon and the start of a new year (which I am really ready to welcome in) and I’m more interested in the events, family gatherings, music recitals and such than I am of what this milestone represents. The simple truth is that for reasons beyond my full understanding, I feel really great and am truly grateful. With the rear view a blur, I am focusing on what is in front of me.

It took an army of support and an amazing medical team to get to this point but most of all it took Jacqui. I can’t and would not want to ever try to put myself in her shoes but without her smile, sarcasm, support, tough love, smuggled coffee, patience and amazing strength this would have been a very different experience. I have no words really…just love.

“In spite of ourselves,
we’ll end up a’sittin’ on a rainbow…

Against all odds,
honey we’re the big door prize”

Day 100. That does feel pretty good to say. In the journals and transplant literature it is a big deal. I don’t take that for granted but instead of looking back, I am spending it sipping early morning coffee with Jacqui, making breakfasts and lunches for the kids and getting them off to school and continuing to get the house ready for Brandon’s visit and the holiday…you know, the normal stuff.

It’s time to return this blog to new ideas and future plans.

Here is to love, laughter, friendship, music and adventure in the New Year.



Added Note:

In Jacqui’s last post, Maya the cat was in a very bad way with no real answers to be found. We were on the brink of losing her. Yet somehow, she has recovered in grand fashion.

Jacqui wrote in one her her entries: Maya came into our lives for a reason, at a time when, in retrospect, we didn’t need to be dealing with a cat with issues. Or did we? It’s obvious she continues to be in our lives for many more. She may be small and compromised but her presence is big. She is truly a strange little beast…”

We are all small, compromised and strange little beasts if you really think about.


Peace and Love

December 18, 2015 Posted by | Uncategorized | 2 Comments

Day +60: Hope Gets You Through the Night

“Words are tears that have been written down. Tears are words that need to be shed. Without them, joy loses all its brilliance and sadness has no end. ” — Paulo Coelho, Aleph

Since reporting on Maya two weeks ago, we have shed both happy and sad tears. It has been a jumble of days and I think I can finally write some of this down.

Our reunion with Maya was a happy one. We prepared ourselves for life different and were grateful that she was once again home. We all took turns sleeping with her in the spare room and helping her readjust to life Killen style. If felt good to hear her purr. She had gone through the ringer. Hospital stays are no fun.

After being home for a few days and thinking the worst was behind us, we noticed some new changes in her. She was having even more trouble moving. She wasn’t eating that much. Then she stopped drinking and became jaundiced. That part seemed to happen very quickly.  We did some reading and really thought it was the anticonvulsant medication as some of these things could be side effects. Bolstered by friends mentioning that sometimes these sort of meds need to be adjusted, we brought her back to the animal hospital for a check-in and some help. Because she was dehydrated, Maya needed to be admitted and back on an I.V. More tests were ordered. We waited. Why is it never easy?

During one consultation last week, her condition became even more curious. Her vet was still trying to determine if there was some sort of cancer in the background that was triggering things. Ironically, the word ‘lymphoma’ was mentioned. The seizures of two weeks prior and her present situation weren’t necessarily connecting. Without a spinal tap and CT it was hard to say. Regardless, what became apparent after the new battery of tests was this: Maya’s levels were dramatically different and her immune system was under siege. Her red blood cell count was  very low — thus the anemia and the weakness in her hind quarter. Her bilirubin count was off the chart — thus the jaundice. Together, she was caught in a hemolytic process through which her red blood cells were being attacked and destroyed. She was put on prednisone to help her red blood cells stabilize and more tests were conducted on her liver. Once again, we had to wait and see.

These conversations with the vet were not easy. Too many familiar words and numbers. I started to wonder why this was happening… why was Maya carrying the brunt of all of this? What was Maya trying to take away? She come into our life at a particular time. All of this was happening at another particular time. Bookends. On one level it sounded like crazy talk in my head but on so many others, it made sense. Profound. Beautiful. But riddled with grief all the same.

Last night we spoke to the veterinarian again. The prednisone seemed to be doing something as her red blood cell count was up. However, even with appetite stimulants, Maya wasn’t eating. Because her body had gone into starvation mode, fat was being stored in her liver. Humans and dogs can go for periods of times without food as long as they have fluids to sustain them. Cats unfortunately cannot.

Brandon happened to be home and I was so grateful because he patiently translated all the medical jargon around hepatic lipidosis to us and with great care, to James and Tessa. Through many tears we decided to bring Maya home. We didn’t want her to be alone.

It’s been almost 24 hours. She’s drinking water and has taken some of the nutrition we have been offering her. I just don’t know if it is enough. So we wait. And try. And write. And cry. And hang on. We’re all feeling that awful type of hurt because reality says things don’t look great. But we’re also hanging on to that little sliver of hope because it is there. And that is what will get us through. ~Jacqui

November 8. Maya hanging out in a sunny patch: nature's bilirubin light.

November 8. Maya hanging out in a sunny patch: nature’s bilirubin light.


November 8, 2015 Posted by | Everyday | 1 Comment