Journaling February 2017

~ Journaling February

Lots of ‘firsts’ happened this month for us and family.  Hopefully I haven’t missed anything.

Greg & I are surviving our first kidney transplant.  I keep thinking back to the days when doctors talked about a kidney transplant for Greg.  Now it’s been almost 2 months since surgery, January 4^th.  I am doing really good and in fact I painted this last week and probably did a little too much.  It’s hard to think that I need to take it easy yet when I feel good.  The incision is a reminder though and so is the tingling and tenderness when I’ve done too much.  I’m heading back to work early March.  I will miss being at home.  My mom was a home body and I think I inherited the feeling from her.  Greg is doing so much better.  There’s a lot of meds that he has to take but the transplant team watches over his blood work twice a week and call if anything needs to be changed with the meds or his diet.  They can tell if he’s drinking enough water so I don’t need to nag about that anymore. We’re looking forward to walking a lot more when the weather turns to spring. 

 Craig had a new birthday.  Can’t believe how fast they are growing!  We are so proud of Craig and he couldn’t have chosen a better husband.  It’s a joy to see him working at the yoga studio and to join Dragon Boating again this year.  Craig and Luke often come for tea, they love to babysit their new nephew and they are always there when we need something.  Hoping all the best to Craig and Luke this year!

Dad spent his first Valentine’s Day alone.  I can’t imagine what any of this is like for him.  Well, that’s not true.  I know how I feel when Greg goes away on a trip or when he was in the hospital.  That was a lonely feeling.  So, to realize that this person is not around at all anymore to have coffee with or eat with, must be a very lonely feeling.  One that many elderly people feel.  So, I’m hoping he stays busy with his music and that he soon takes part in more and more activities.

Greg’s mom is living in Airdrie.  We visited her last night in her rented suite in Airdrie.  She is waiting for her condo to be completed, hopefully end of March.  Things really change sometimes.  It was hard for her to move away from the condo her and Lewis lived in, in Calgary.  But she is a strong lady and travels and drives with confidence.  It will be a good year having her close to us.  She says she can walk to our place and I believe she sure will!

Milo’s first tooth appeared.  We had brunch together last weekend and Milo was sporting a new front tooth.  It’s like one day it just popped out.  I think we still need to remind ourselves that this is real and that he is here to stay with us.  He is such a happy little guy and when he smiles, we all smile and act a little younger.  We’re looking forward to summer and I still need to buy a little wagon for him and train Gunner to pull it.

Milo’s first trip to Disney with Mom & Dad was a success!  Apparently he was just a little gem the whole time.  That’s not hard to believe.  Mom & Dad took lots of photos and they had a great time celebrating vacation time with Milo. 

Meeka’s been gone 1 year this month. He was such a good dog and we miss him.  We are often reminded of the things he did when we look and watch Gunner today.  Meeka was a great friend for Greg and such a companion for him at home.  It was heartbreaking for Greg to see him get sick so fast and leave us.  

Well, I hope this journal doesn’t sound too hasty but alas, It sort of was. 

The end of the month sneaks up so fast and then I scramble for news.

Have a good day and till next month . . . but in between, hopefully I'll have some home renovations to show you or something crafty.

~ Bonny

Journaling June & July

Wow, 2 months have gone by very fast!  It’s August already.  As I went outside with the dog this morning, the air felt different, probably just my mind thinking ‘August’. 

Suddenly I remembered the feelings of going back to school.  The cool, crisp mornings walking to school with your new clothes and books.  I have one very distinct memory of going to school and that is when we moved to Linden and I entered grade 8.  Ugh, how terrible to go to a new school in this grade!   The house mom and dad bought wasn’t ready for us yet and so we were offered a house just a few miles out of town to live in until then.  The fall sun was so bright in the mornings as it streamed into the living room, which was furnished and strange to me, and cast an orange glow on everything.  As mom prepared breakfast and our lunches,  I’d sit in the kitchen booth (I thought it was so cool) and wished I could stay home and play on the big yard and be with mom.  It looked like it would be a beautiful day.  Anyways, no such luck, my sister and I drove to school every day, down a gravel road then onto a secondary road that took us into town.  I had been to my new school only once to be enrolled and it seemed so large that I was unsure where my class was.  For those of you who know Linden school or any small town school, there was one hallway with maybe one turn left or right.  My sister and I drove to school every day and every day the sun shone in our eyes.  Seems like there were never any cloudy days.  It’s strange what our minds do with memories. 

So a little off track, but hey, that’s a bit about me you didn’t know.

So here’s what’s happening in news regarding Greg’s kidney transplant.  He is done taking Prednisone as of the end of June.  He may have to go back on it if he develops any of the old symptoms.  I was a little terrified to hear this.  All the memories crept back to those days when he could hardly move because of the muscle pain and vomiting, etc.  So far he’s been good except for the continued tiredness throughout the day.  I can’t take him to the mall anymore, it just tires him out too much.  He’s quite sad about that, NOT!

He still has supper ready for me each day and he’s a very good cook.  I hate the weekends because then it’s my turn to cook and well, let’s say, I’m getting the better part of that deal. 

So, this is the 2^nd testing for Greg where he’s fallen below the 15% kidney function.  One more testing and he’ll be ready for his transplant.  He actually received the official call that he was now on ‘the list’ for a transplant but has a donor.  The next month I have to continue to be careful what I eat and make sure to walk each day.  Hopefully when I do my blood pressure test this time, they will be happy with the results.  I CANNOT halt this transplant – not now.  

Here's a little glimpse into Greg's hospital room back in October 2014.  I've never posted photos till now.  This is a first.  There might be more to come one day, when I do a post just on his hospital stay.

My mom is now living without dad.  That’s the reality.  But whether she knows this or not, we know for sure she does not.  Dad finds it difficult still to start and end each day without her at his side in the Lodge.  When my sister told dad the news that mom was being placed ‘tomorrow’, he said, “it feels like the preacher just gave the funeral message”.  I get that.  You still have your loved one here on earth but they aren’t with you by your side everyday, like it used to be.  Mom doesn’t remember us visiting her or how long we visited.  She sometimes waits for dad before eating but I’m not sure she really knows she’s doing that either. 

Mom’s first placement was in Innisfail and we drove to see her about every other day.  Three weeks later we received the call that she could move into the Linden Nursing Home!  She would now be closer for dad to visit her anytime he wanted.  We were very lucky.  

My work schedule has changed and each week if different.  This each I have 3 days off, work 1 day, then have the weekend off.  I just finished working the August long weekend.  I feel sorry for Greg as he’s off weekends but has to entertain himself.  Then when I’m off and home the house is busy and loud as I house clean and do errands.  It’s not so bad when a Nascar race is on or hockey, but hockey is done.  I just hope things improve soon at work and I can get some hours back and be on a regular work week.  For those of you who say, ‘it’s no big deal’, it actually is for those of us who are older and have grown used to a Monday to Friday lifestyle.  This too shall pass.

We haven’t done as much camping this summer as we anticipated, just because of my schedule.  But we did get in a few great weekends.  

Saw this guy.  

He crossed the road in front of us and he was 

about 10 miles from our campsite.

My repainting projects have taken such a turn, for the worse, I have to admit.  I really miss painting a good project.  With everything going on around us right now, it’s definitely taken a back seat.  But today is still early and after I finish the house work, maybe I’ll pick a piece and tackle it.  Wait, I thought about painting the main bath (still hospital green) and continue that color down the hallway (still hospital green).  That would take care of ALMOST all the green except for the basement hallway and bath.  Whew! I can’t believe how much the past owners loved green.  This too shall pass.

So even though this post seems short, to me,  I’ve got to continue on and get other things done today.

Till next time,

Bonny

Being a Living Donor and Everything Around That!

I told you I’d be back with news!

I am a match for Greg’s kidney transplant!

Wow, so much has happened in the last month that I have to check my journal so I don’t miss anything.

Just a quick re-cap.  Well, not really. 

This is a longer post, but good.

I’m writing this in date order, not in order of importance.

~February 22, the same day I went into the Foothills for my extensive match testing was the same day our puppy “Meeka” passed away.

~March 9^th Greg got the Shingles.  We just couldn’t believe his luck, but he was very lucky as they were contained to mainly his left side of the neck and down around the back and chest.  It was an amazingly small area after seeing the images on the web.  Then as quick as they appeared they seemed to go away.  The scars or blemishes are still there and sometimes he feels them ache but I think he was pretty lucky.  He hates when I say that because I had really no clue how painful they were, whether you have a few of a lot, they are still apparently terrible.

I only did a small photo - I think Greg would prefer that :)

After Meeka passed, we toyed with getting another puppy, but when was a good time?  I checked periodically on the web and found lots of cute pups but still wasn’t sure.  Something wasn’t sitting right as I looked at these little guys.  Greg was also searching the web and he thought the right puppy will find us! 

Well he sure did.  He was a lone pup and that still seems to be a bit fuzzy to us.  He was definitely the cutest of all we’d seen and the color we wanted so why only this guy left?  Greg called the lady and she did a short interview on the phone.  She is a championship dog breeder and wants to make sure her pups go to the right home.  I don’t blame her.  After talking with Greg she said she had made her decision. 

 ~April 8^th we bought our puppy. We had seen only 3 pictures of the “wee monster” as the breeder called him and we fell in love.  But we had to wait 3 weeks to pick him up.  He was born March 6^th. 

~April 20^th I had my appointment with the kidney doctor and found out I was a match for Greg’s kidney transplant!  Another chapter in life just opened up.  We were so happy but also scared because the next step brings up more questions and concerns.  I do have to change my blood pressure by more exercise and they will test this in 3 months again.  If there is no change then they will put me on pills.  They prefer I do it without drugs because after surgery I will definitely NEED to be on the pills.  I also need to do another EKG on May 6 because when my doctor looked at the printout, she noticed that one of the markers they put on my body was probably placed wrong as it gave a straight line read-out. 

~April 22^nd Greg had his 3^rd Rotaximub infusion at the Foothills hospital.  Because I was off work that day I spent most of the day with him.  It feels strange to see this drug that saves your husbands life go into his blood stream and you just hope there’s no complications.  

Careful! This photo MAY be offensive to some!

Greg is always trying to use that finger in my photos-he knows I hate it, 

but it's become a game to see how fast I am at taking pics.  

Sorry hon, this time I used the photo.

~April 29^th we picked up our puppy.  His name is Gunner.  We named him after Sam Palladio who plays Gunner on Nashville.  Greg loves the way that guy sings and plays guitar on the show.

~May 6 my EKG went fine.  No problems with the read-out this time. 

Gunner is 2 months old today and we have started a growth picture album for him.  Yup we are those people now.

~May 7 it was time for some family fun.  We celebrated my sister’s 60^th birthday.  It was good to see my mom and dad there.  Time will come when they won’t be able to come to these events anymore.

~May 8 Mother’s Day.  I love and hate this day.  I brought my mom a bouquet of flowers and gave them to her yesterday at the birthday party.  I told her I brought her some flowers for Mothers Day.  Her response was weak as she does not comprehend these things anymore, or should I say she does in the moment, but it just does not register what it actually means.  So sad, but that is dementia.  I have 2 children and they are married to great spouses and I’m very happy that they are happy.  I love them all dearly!  My lack of love for this day is because we put so much advertising and commercialization into the day that I feel so bad for the mom’s without children.  This is a very sensitive matter in our family and it makes my heart ache.  This year the kids gave me a plant.  I love plants and I hope I can keep this one alive, so far so good. 

Here's my sister Brenda on the left and me on the right. 

Our mom, Virginia or "Ginny" of course in the middle. 

I knew you'd know that but I still had to mention her.

Me and my sister.

My dear hubby.  

You'd never know he was waiting for a new kidney, but he's not mowing the lawn here.

Our nephew, Dustin, who turned 33 on his mom's birthday.

~May 18 Greg met with his doctor to discuss a possible surgery date as I have been matched.  It was quite depressing for Greg to hear that they still need to wait until his kidney function is below 15% for 3 consecutive testings before they will do the transplant.  He is now at 16/17%.  My kidney function is at 98%.  The doctor said he would be quite happy if Greg stayed at this level for the rest of his life.  Greg told him that was not acceptable.  And we understand policy but if there is a kidney available that is healthy today, why are they risking waiting.  What if things change for me in a month or 6 months?  What if I get sick and everything is put on hold for Greg when they decide the time is right for him?  On the other hand, Greg is not on dialysis so we are thankful for that.  He finds it so hard to mow the lawn and have to rest repeatedly in between.  He pushes himself to work hard physically and I wonder if this is good for him but I understand that he feels he needs too.  He was raised to work hard and do a good job so not feeling like you can do it all is very hard for him. 

~May 25 Greg met with his Rheumotologist, Dr. Fifi-Mah.  She calls all the shots with his vasculitis medication.  She is now slowly reducing the Prednisone that Greg is on.  For one month his doses with decrease.  She said it’s good to sometimes give your body a break and let it rebuild itself and see how it goes.  If Greg notices any symptoms where his vasculitis is getting out of control again, then she will increase his dose again.  This will also cause his kidney function to go down.  Without saying more, perhaps this is a way to get around policy.  Either way, I hope there are no serious side effects for Greg and he will get his new kidney sooner than later.

~May 27 was our first camping trip of the season with Gunner.  It drizzled most of the weekend but we didn’t care.  We still sat around the fire, went for walks and a drive, and did a lot of talking (mostly me).  

Wrestling with Gunner in the camper before bed.

A drive to Canmore overlooking the dam.

 Thanks for staying and reading.

See you next time,

Bonny

Journaling

entry NO. 1

I’m hearing whining . . . Meeka is up and needs to go outside.  I finally fell asleep and now I’m so groggy as I head to the kitchen to let puppy out.

I crawl back to bed wondering how Greg’s night was.  I think I should get up with a strong cup of coffee and begin my journal.  I begin to plan out the ‘table of contents’ in my brain.  How do you begin when it’s been so long and I have so much to put to paper.  I turn my phone on.  Oh a message from Greg  (J )

6: 31 am - “good morning, not sure if you’re awake yet . . . ’ “

7:10 am - I’m responding and wonder why aren’t you responding to MY response?”

Panic is on the edge of my brain.  I’m trying to begin to journal at 7 this morning after I got a text from Greg.  He hasn’t responded to my response yet so I continue to write (type) out my thoughts trying to be calm.  I’ve learnt that anything can be an alarm and anything can be a ‘nothing’ moment.  So I wait . . . and here I begin . . .

For approximately $1.95 plus tax I purchased a small book in a store in the hospital to begin noting the days that were spent in the Health Science Center hospital in Winnipeg.

To this day I haven’t opened the little book.  I don’t want to re-read all the information in there, all the emotions, all the ‘stuff’ that Greg had to go thru in the month of October.  Not yet.

7:50 a.m. - Finally a response back, “I went back to sleep”.

I continue now to write as my panic button is on hold for now.  I even called the nurses’ station. Could be they moved him to another room, could be he’s scheduled for more tests due to bad test results, so many reasons flood my mind.  I don’t have any calmness left in my system when I’m not in Greg’s room to actually see what’s happening.

So many memories of days past.  Now they come tumbling forward as I collect them here.  The lady who left her false teeth in a Kleenex box and now they’re gone, the drywaller who can’t breath, the farting (giggle), the call for nurses’ aids to help in room 9 (you know what that means), a ‘mercy bed’ and family in tears, the lady in the next curtained room and the noise never erased from your mind as she falls out of bed, the calls in the night “nurse nurse! ”, the codes over the intercom as nurses run, the blank eyes of other families gathering in the ICU lounge, and more personal yet is the crowded salmon-colored ward in A4-448, the tubes, the injections, the blood transfusions, the monitored breathing, the blankets piled high to keep him warm, the coughing, the physio guys who helped calm the coughing, the x-rays, the doctor jibberish (I’m right here-tell me!), and finally the calmness that came when moved from the ‘salmon-colored’ ward to ‘high observation’, the nurses’ smiles, the caring touch, the extra minute spent with us explaining, the laughs, the walks for coffee, more physio, talk of discharge, the chair they gave me to sleep on, the talks with the nurses (they really ARE the backbone of how your stay will be in the hospital).  I’ll probably talk more about these events and memories as I journal back.  But for now, I have to end this time and get ready to see Greg.  It’s Sunday and we’re finally in Alberta.  HOME! 

Is this what we had envisioned?  Silly, of course not, but it is the now and we shall be strong, stronger.  I’m looking to the future and hoping for all the good things in life.  Love, Health and Happiness. 

Journaling September

Sadness

 

Sometimes people find these beautiful fall leaves

that are perfect and the color is gorgeous. 

 

I have a few large piles of leaves that have blown together

and they lay on the deck or in the corners. 

I walk thru them everyday and here them crackle. 

 

But this leaf in particular caught my eye. 

 

It's not bright orange, or red or even a beautiful brown.

 

It's blah, but I find it simply beautiful.

 

SEPTEMBER went by in a blur. 

I had a birthday, yea.

We celebrated our 35th Anniversary, YEA!

 

But in the midst of all this, my husband fell ill to Pneumonia.

Ya, you're thinking . . . alot of people have had it.

 

But this was different.  Four weeks ago, it began with a cough. 

Thinking it was getting better, he left on a business trip to the States and Mexico.

 

When he got home a week later, a Friday night, he looked like a 90 yr. old man.

I said, "this is not right" and went to the hospital walk-in clinic the next day.

We were told he was dehydrated and should also take Aleve for the muscle pain. 

No blood work done.

 

Tuesday was still not looking any better so the doctor saw us and said, "you have a lung infection".  Ok, anti-viral drugs, x-rays, etc, etc.  Everything to make it better.

NOT.

 

X-ray results came back, we were called in again, it's Pneumonia. 

More drugs, another x-ray.

Still no blood work.

 

Results back again, we were called in again,

this time she says, "you're too sick to have Pneumonia".

WHAT!

 

Another x-ray and CT scan ordered and we were told,

"if you don't feel any better tomorrow, admit yourself".

Ok, that's exactly what we did on Friday, October 3rd. 

Blood work, FINALLY! 

White cell count way too high. Hello.

 

Hubby was admitted right away.  It's going to be a long journey till he is strong again and feeling 100%.  I'm writing this after returning from the hospital today. I feel so sad for him.  I can't make him comfortable, I can't take away the pain, I try to be silent and ask very little questions of him.  But I love him and that's all there needs to be.  So I sit quiet and I'm there when he needs me.  I'm so thankful for the excellent care he's been given,

the nurses are wonderful.

 

This was not how we planned the end of September to go and especially how we planned to get this move back to Alberta done.

Everything is on hold and our movers have been pushed back 1 week.  I'm hoping for an honest conversation with the doctor tomorrow as we proceed with life this week.

 

I'm discouraged and wonder why things happen the way they do sometimes.

I'm holding out for things to miraculously work out and they usually do but still, I can't help but wonder why it all had to happen when we were so excited to return home to family.

 

This too shall pass and soon we will look back at the seasons in our lives. 

 

Till OCTOBER and hopefully a new brighter journal entry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Journaling August

I know, I know, it's well past the end of August.  I've been busy but here it is. 

Better late than never.

   I thought I’d better start this journal for August, seeing that it’s raining or rather pouring out this morning and me and Meeka can’t head out for a walk.  Started last night.  We so need the rain but this weekend is our ‘Corn & Apple’ Festival.  It’ll be our last one to enjoy so I was hoping it would be hot and sunny.  Looks like rain throughout the festival.  Too bad, lots of work goes into these events but we’ll still go.  I remember one year sitting at the main concert event and it started to rain.  We braved it but most people had umbrellas.  We watched this elderly couple, so cute, as he opened the umbrella and they sat all huddled together.  Then the rain stopped and he removed the umbrella away and closed it, only to soak his poor wife.  She chuckled though.  Funny how some things you remember.  I don’t remember who was on stage.  THIS year, George Canyon is here.  Small yahoo from me.  It should be ok, just being there is fun in the atmosphere.

 

 

This is the first year we went to the Morden Corn & Apple Festival.

Look how young we were 7 years ago.

This is the main concert area where we heard George Canyon this year.

 

Here we are waiting in the rain for the parade this year.

We look a little older.  Should've got some 'warm-up' juice.

 

Well, to the beginning of this month, the move went really great.  Our movers showed up at 8 a.m.  Only 2 guys and they were done by 1:00.  Boy they sure know how to get it done!  Greg & I helped by bringing the boxes out from bedrooms otherwise we stayed out of the way.  That’s why I’m paying them the big bucks.  We’re 7 years older since we moved into that house and we did it ALL by ourselves.  It was also the same temperature then as it was for these guys so I know how hot they were.  Sweaty hot, not HOT HOT.  The owner himself was doing the move and he was saying how hard it was to get workers.  Most guys try it and then quit because it’s hard work and a lot of weekends.  I guess they just aren’t hungry enough.   

   Saying good-bye was hard.  Yes, there were tears from 4 eyes not just 2!

But we also cried leaving Calgary.  It’s our homes.  Where memories were created, happy or sad.  We remember where we were sitting, what we were doing, what the weather was like, when any news or event happened to our loved ones.  We all remember it a little different because we are different and things effect us different.  But now when we actually drive West from Morden, I’ll still be sad, not to leave this little house, although we’re still creating memories here that we’ll take with us, because this big little town has been great.  If you want a small town, I recommend Morden! 

Here are some photos of our little house we’re renting till October.

Since we had to downsize A LOT because we wanted the movers to take as much as possible, we became very creative in this situation.

 

   In the kitchen, I took 6 plates, 6 cups, 6 cereal bowls, 2 salad bowls, some Tupperware (not really Tupperware but the cheaper stuff) one set of cutlery, 2 pans, 1 pot, grill, and of course some baking and other essentials.  I find it quite like camping.  But want to know something?  I LOVE this little kitchen.  It really is very nice to work in a kitchen where I’m not putting on the miles to get from the fridge to the pantry to the stove.  Gosh sakes, I would be happy with a small organized kitchen like this but a BIG island to prep with stools and big bright windows to gaze into the back yard and have coffee Saturday morning while reading the paper (who does that?) or your kobo I guess.  Would love that!!

   This little kitchen table we bought is so adorable!  It goes so great with this old kitchen.  We first intended to use another table that I had finished but after realizing it would get wrecked, we were off to the thrift store.  It was middle of the week so this beauty was waiting for me!  Greg didn’t even roll his eyes as I dashed off to the far side of the store when spotting it.  For $30 it was a steal.  I so love it and some day I MAY touch it up or I might just leave it in its original way. 

Our bedroom is another story.  We picked the larger one but still would never have gotten even 1 dresser in it.  So, we have these 2 cute storage shelves.  They came in handy here for baskets of undies, socks and smelly stuff.  Pretty much all our clothes are here as you see and then in the 4’ closet.  I have a large box of wintery stuff that I hope I don’t need till Calgary.

 

   Here’s my office.  I like that I can open the blinds and window and look outside.  Pretend I’m a real writer.  That reminds me.  On one of our walks we passed this old house that was beautifully restored on the outside and I could only dream that the inside was immaculate too.  I gazed up at the small windows on the second story to see this man sitting sideways, probably at a desk, really close to the window, and he was looking down on the street and us.  It felt like a Stephen King moment.  Maybe he was writing about this small town and all the weird folks that walked by.  And he was chained to his bed.  (I didn’t see that but maybe)

 

August has been really really hot.  We probably notice it more because we don’t have the A/C right now.  I remember when we moved here and were looking at homes when it was blazing hot.  It was the first thing we added to our ‘need’ list in a house.  Now we just spend a lot more time outside going on walks for coffee on patios, ice-cream on the corner, or around the golf course and up to the lake.  The windows are open wide at night and all the fans are blowing.  I know that soon enough I’ll have forgotten what the heat felt light as we debate turning the furnace on. 

 

 

 

Well, back to the Corn & Apple Festival which ends this months’ journal.  I don’t feel too bad leaving with the festival still going as it is raining and we are feeling damp throughout.  I think we are tired of the humidity and need the Alberta dryness for a bit.  Or it could be this old house and the mold I hope is not growing here.  We are leaving for Calgary tomorrow (Sunday) in high hopes of finding a house.  The challenge is on as I hope we find one in Calgary and Greg hopes to find one in Airdrie.  We’ll see who wins. 

 

By the way, George Canyon was an absolutely fantastic entertainer!  I was truly surprised how he involved all ages and was a real easy guy to like.

 

That’s all I got for now.  I know I’m posting this sounding like it’s actually the end of August, but I have to try.

 

Not long before September’s Journal.

Journaling July (2008-2014 in pictures)

 

July basically consisted of preparing our move from this house where we spent 7 years,

to a 900 sq ft rental home for 3 months, to our destination of Calgary, Alberta.

I'd like to follow with a post on our home on the inside. 

Some features I'd re-do, some I'd improve upon.

For today, I posted just the yard.

 

2008

 

 

 

 

 2009

 

 

 

2010

 

2011

 

 

 

 

  

2012

 

 2013

 

2014