Re: Lemon Scented Tea Tree Oil

[Guest guest]

Cathy,

We use Tea Tree Oil for everything. We put a drop in our shampoo

everyday as it keeps head lice away. I also use t.t.oil deodorant. I

really love the smell of it and it works well. I will ask at work

tomorrow and see if there is anywhere on-line.

(Australia)

Lemon Scented Tea Tree Oil

Kim

Could you please tell me where in Australia you ordered or can order the

Lemon scented tea tree oil from?

Thank you

Cathy (Mum to 7 1/2 wcf)

[Guest guest]

Cathy,

I received two bottles of Lemon Scented Tea Tree oil from a dad on

this list -- Symons -- who lives in Australia. He ordered it

from a local store, I think, then shipped it to me. But I found the

same type and brand of oil locally (I live in Chicago), and they will

also ship, but I don't know if they ship internationally.

(http:www.smallflower.com)

Kim

> Kim

>

> Could you please tell me where in Australia you ordered or can

order the Lemon scented tea tree oil from?

>

> Thank you

>

> Cathy (Mum to 7 1/2 wcf)

>

>

[Guest guest]

Kim

I just order 5 bottles of Lemon Scented Tea tree oil from

smallflower.com. They are .33 oz at 8.65, I think that's how much

each cost. I got some Tree tea oil from Wild Oats by Dessert

essence, but there is nothing like Lema oil, I am hooked on it. I

interchange, sometime I boil Lema sometime tea tree but Lema is my

favorite.

Thank you,

> > Kim

> >

> > Could you please tell me where in Australia you ordered or can

> order the Lemon scented tea tree oil from?

> >

> > Thank you

> >

> > Cathy (Mum to 7 1/2 wcf)

> >

> >

[Guest guest]

Kim - How are you?? Miss you........

Rosemary in NY with 3 children (13, 11 and 7)

with CF. I have a dog named TOBI and have

coined the phrase " BREATHE DAMMIT "

[Guest guest]

Thank you, I do use tea tree oil but I was particularly after the Lemon

Scented Tea Tree Oil. If you know where to buy it that would be great -

thanks.

Cathy (Mum to 7 1/2 wcf)

Lemon Scented Tea Tree Oil

>

>

> Kim

>

> Could you please tell me where in Australia you ordered or can order the

> Lemon scented tea tree oil from?

>

> Thank you

>

> Cathy (Mum to 7 1/2 wcf)

>

>

[Guest guest]

--- ROSEMARY3FOR3wCF@a... wrote:

> Kim - How are you?? Miss you........

>

> Rosemary in NY with 3 children (13, 11 and 7)

> with CF. I have a dog named TOBI and have

> coined the phrase " BREATHE DAMMIT "

Rosemary, thank you for asking. I really miss not having time to keep up with

all the posts, but life has been hectic since school

resumed Sept. 2 -- and my " significant other " (Dorsey) arrived Oct. 18. He's

staying with me through the end of the year while we're

trying to figure out how to get me out of my lease and get certified to teach in

Arizona so I can move to Phoenix with him.

Additionally, I think the following (a revised version from a post I wrote to

the Crataegus group a couple days ago), basically sums my

life lately.

<snip>

Larry's death was quite sudden, which was a blessing for him, though and

didn't get the chance for a last good-bye.

When Dorsey picked me up from school last Tuesday afternoon, he said had

called and she sounded upset, he said she had

news about her dad and I was supposed to call right away. I called her from my

cell phone while enroute home. She said Larry's sister

(Janice) had called her (and ) telling them the doctor said Larry had one,

maybe two weeks left. was so upset -- on top

of being ill -- that they sent her home from work.

I got home and called , who'd also left work when he got the news. He was

checking airfare and later called back to say he'd

booked a one-way ticket home for the next morning. I called Larry's sister, who

had left the hospital that morning and had driven five

hours to go back to her home to do laundy and pack. I asked her to keep me

updated, and told her was flying in and I would

likely drive in the next few days.

Janice told me that at 4:00 that morning (Tuesday) she'd gone home to sleep and

Randy (her husband) took her place. for several

days, Larry had only been napping in 20 minute segments. He told Randy, " They

better cure me or kill me because I can't take it

anymore. " But he was lucid and coherent.

A couple hours later, a nurse came in and he got in her face and said, " I want

to see a doctor, NOW! " After that, apparently he got

plenty of attention. He'd only been getting a pain shot every 4 hours in his IV,

but after the doctor came in and told him the

chemotherapy hadn't worked and the cancer was worse than before and all they

could do was make him comfortable, they put on a

pain patch and also gave pain meds in his IV. That's when the doctor told Janice

a timeframe, and told her to call the kids if they

wanted to talk to their dad since the in a few days he wouldn't be able to

communicate.

That afternoon, he was still coherent enough to call his lawyer to have

removed as executor of his estate, and have Janice put in

place. He felt wouldn't be able to handle the paperwork from Chicago, and

Janice has gone through this a couple times. Later

that night, he became confused and mumbly but still he didn't show signs of

leaving anytime soon. So his mom left the hospital at

11:30. He died 10 minutes later -- Tuesday, November 18, the 20th anniversary of

's CF diagnosis.

I got the call from Janice at 1:00 am Wednesday morning, and then I had to call

and ...

later told me she immediately called her fiance. She said he's hard to

arouse so when he answered the phone she told him,

" Sit up. I need you to listen.... " Then she laid in bed, alone, awake all night.

She wanted to go wake her roommate, le, but didn't

think le's boyfriend, Curtis, would appreciate it. I was so worried that

she was alone, but I figured she'd wake le, and

Curtis definitely wouldn't have minded. He's such a teddy bear. Her fever

finally broke at 100.5 that night.

had spent the night with that night, as she was planning to drive

him to the airport the next morning. The next morning

when I walked over to 's apartment to check on him before his flight,

told me that after Bri hung up, he laid back down,

silent for a few minutes then said, " My dad died. " They laid there not speaking

a while, then he said, " I can't sleep, " so they got up

and sat in front of the TV, not watching it. decided he was hungry and ate

two huge serving-size bowls of peanut butter Cap'N

Crunch cereal, they talked a bit, then they watched TV again. Finally, Bri said,

" I'm ready to go to bed. "

I thought it was odd when she told me he had gotten hungry, because after I

called the kids, I laid in bed a while then became hungry

-- deep, gnawing hunger pains. Dorsey got up and made tea, brought us each a

vitamin C since he had an awful cold and I was

beginning one -- and toasted bagels and brought them into bed. I called the

school and left a message that I wouldn't be back until

Monday.

made our flight arrangements that morning, and Dorsey drove us to O'Hare

Wednesday night. We'll never fly United again --

our flight was listed as delayed, then it took off prior to original schedule,

and we never heard them call the flight. We weren't the only

ones left stranded, but luckily, after a mad dash through the airport, we were

caught the last flight into Oklahoma, but it went to Tulsa,

so had to make the nearly 2-hour drive from Oklahoma City to Tulsa to get

us. We didn't arrive at my parents' until 1:00 am. Bri

and Becca stayed the night there, and and I drove on to her apartment.

Thursday, and Becca drove to Stillwater. needed to complete funeral

arrangements with Janice and Larry's mom. I drove to

Stillwater with because she had to drop off her dance notebook to her

student teachers, and we had to pick up her Biaxin for

her sinus infection. She picked up a newspaper in the pharmacy and glanced at

her dad's obituary, started to tear up, so she just

handed me the paper then went to sit down.

The funeral services were graveside Friday morning. The weather was beautiful --

sunny, clear blue skies, a few puffy white clouds.

Larry always had a passion for motorcycles. He owned three. Last year, before

his first cancer surgery, he told me if anything

happened he wanted a funeral procession and the song " Jungle Boogie " played at

his funeral. That was Larry... I mentioned this to

Larry's sister the night she called telling me he died, and I later mentioned it

to on the drive from the airport...

The night before the services, told me that J.W. -- a part time farmhand

an fellow motorcyle rider -- had called some people in

the local Harley Club, of which Larry and J.W. were members. J.W. and Janice

asked how he felt about riding his dad's

motorcyle, leading the procession. agreed.

The day of the funeral, and le and I drove to Larry's house in

Stillwater to pick up . J.W. and his wife were

there, and another couple that had riden in from out of town on their cycle.

J.W. had backed Larry's big shiny, yellow Harley out of the

garage. 's fiance, Zane, and his mom were already inside the house waiting

for us.

Since the air was still nippy that morning, I spoke to J.W. about my concern of

the chill air hitting as rode into town on the

highway. J.W. promised they'd take it slow and easy. I went inside and found

dressed in a shirt and tie, straighted

his tie, he put on his black cashmere peacoat then left the house... The four of

us girls followed several minutes later, with Zane and

his mom behind us.

Twenty minutes later, we turned the corner to the funeral home, and before us

was a sea of chrome. There were no less than thirty

motorcyles gleaming in the mid-morning sun. teared up and said, " I've

never seen so much leather in my life! " Men and

women were milling around, looking dazed, in their Harley regalia.

We went inside the funeral home and as soon as saw her Aunt Janice, she

finally burst into tears. I hugged my former

sister-in-law and her husband, then introduced Becca and le and led the

way to find my parents, whom Janice said were

already there. As I went up the steps to the reception area, I noticed the

viewing room door was still open and the casket still inside.

We'd been told there would be no viewing past 8:00 am, and had not wanted

to see her dad...

Too late, I didn't realize she was right behind me as I went into the viewing

room. I started to cry then heard this sob and turned to find

, le, Becca, Zane and his mom behind me. 's hands were knotted

in front of her mouth, clutching tissues and

she was shaking and crying. I grabbed her and held her fiercely, whispering to

her. She quieted and we approached more closely. I

put out my hand and fingered the Harley wings pinned to his jacket, patting his

chest. He was dressed in a Harley t-shirt and new

denim jacket. A large orange and black Harley blanket was draped over the bottom

half of the casket like a flag. Attached inside the

casket lid, were three wheat stalks, woven as if waving in the Oklahoma breezes.

sniffled, then laughed self-consciously saying, " I keep expecting him to

jump up and yell 'Boo!' " Then she dissolved into tears

again and curled into her roommate's arms. Yelling " Boo! " is exactly what her

dad would have done if he could... Larry looked so thin

that I wasn't even sure it was him, but the large 4 " inch, circular

reconstruction site on his face from his first surgery couldn't be

denied, yet still my brain didn't register that this was Larry. It was not until

I looked at his mouth, his cupid's bow mouth that both of

his children inherited.

My parents and sisters and their husbands and children were in the reception

area. This was the first time my three sisters and I have

been together for about ten years. One sister lives two blocks from my parents

in Oklahoma City, one drove in from Dallas, the other

from Overland Park, Kansas. Even after our divorce 5 1/2 years ago, my family

remained on friendly terms with Larry's family, even

sending him get well cards this past year and my dad would visit him in the

hospital, taking cookies my mom baked.

Shortly, we went outside and the funeral director said it was time to leave. We

left for our cars and I pulled into the street. and

J.W. got on the cycles and made a practice run around the block while the others

mounted their cycles. When pulled past my

car, I saw my baby boy, now a young man in so much pain, riding his daddy's big

bike and I started crying. Becca leaned forward and

asked if I was okay to drive. I nodded, and watched as a police car pulled out

into the busy street, stopping traffic. got the

all-clear signal and he pulled out, J.W. behind him and the others following

suit, then the hearse, and finally the cars, single file. The

emotion was so overwhelming I felt my chest crushing my heart...

The wonderful thing about small towns is that drivers show respect for funeral

processions. Cars going in our direction pulled over and

stopped, and cars going in the opposite direction pulled over and stopped too,

until the entire procession was past. We had two police

cars, that would race ahead to block major intersections to prevent

cross-traffic from disrupting the procession, but they never pulled

in front of 's lead. Nothing in 's life could have prepared him for

the sorrow, honor and responsibility he felt that day.

lead the procession into the cemetary where dear old friends, neighbors,

and family waited for our arrival. My friend, , who

is the mother of 's best friend, Mark -- and she was 's preschool

teacher when he was diagnosed with CF -- was the first to

cut through the crowd to hug me. There were so many faces that I'd not seen in

two years and in more years than I care to count.

The pallbears carried the Harley-blanket covered casket to the grave site, then

the funeral director showed Larry's mom, sister and

brother-in-law to their chairs. I walked and through the crowd to

take their seats, and motioned for Zane to follow. As

's fiance, his place was beside her. stood behind , and I was

going to move outside the tent to stand with my

family, but Larry's cousin Cleo caught my hand. Cleo was a Godsend during this

14-month ordeal, planting Larry's wheat crops last

year and this past fall, and helping harvest last summer. We hugged, and I

hugged his wife, then Billie caught me in a hug. Billie is a

widow, and Larry farmed her land for her. At the time of Larry's death, he was

farming the lands of six widows. Billie's husband Neil, a

fellow neighbor dairy farmer died in 1989 of spinal cancer. She held on to me

throughout the service, resting her head on my shoulder.

After the service, turned his head to look for me. His eyes were

red-rimmed with tears. His sister sat next to him, wiping her

eyes as people filed past them, shaking their hands, bending to offer hugs,

introducing themselves if they thought the kids wouldn't

remember them.

One by one, the big, shiny motorcycles and their riders slowly departed and we

eventually left Larry behind, under that brilliant blue

sky. In hindsight, though the children couldn't see him before he died, maybe he

knew the weather was turning. That day was picture

perfect, Saturday was overcast, and by Sunday, the temperatures had plummeted to

30-degrees F.

I flew home Saturday night. Dorsey, who'd been sick all week with a horrific

cold, had stayed behind to take care of the homefront and

Max. He had an engagement to play Saturday night, so I took a cab from O'Hare.

He wasn't sure I'd be in that night since blasted

United cancelled my flight at the last minute. I'd told him they were rerouting

people to Denver, but Denver expected snow so my flight

might be delayed or cancelled again. Finally, after spending over an hour in a

long queue at the United counter, I told the reservationist

I wanted a voucher to put me on the American Airlines flight home. I wanted to

be home so badly. I'd not had time to take guaifenesin

before flying to OKC, so my sinuses were full, my ear hurt, my chest burned with

congestion, and I'd run a fever Friday night,

emotionally exhausted from the funeral.

I got my wish, and arrived at O'Hare at 9:30. I'd forgotten Dorsey would have my

only housekey, so I took a cab to the pub where he

was playing, walking in the door just as he was taking his first break. He saw

me come through the door, put down his guitar,

and walked over, wrapping me up in a big hug before taking my suitcase out to

the car.

Monday was my 46th birthday. We awakened to frigid temperatures and spitting

snow. I went back to school, teaching kindergarten. I

didn't feel like a teacher, I couldn't even interpret the lesson plans left by

the class's teacher. We ended up coloring a lot, reading and

having " free time. "

Dorsey picked me up after school as usual, full of birthday plans. We went

grocery shopping after school, and he told me to pick out a

bottle of wine. After putting away the groceries, he opened the wine, poured me

a glass and called me into the living room. He patted

my chair for me to sit down. Then he brought out the first gift -- from Max. An

adorable floppy, white mama and baby bear called

" Cubbies, " in memory of how we met outside Wrigley Field. He'd bought a card

from Max that said, " To my mommy, " and he'd taken

Max outside in the snow to dampen his paw, then stamped Max's paw print inside

the card. They Dorsey disappeared, and

reappeared with another box and card. The card was as if someone new our story

and wrote it just for us. Inside the box was an

emerald and diamond bracelet. He wanted emeralds because he knows green is my

favorite color.

Because it was so cold, we scrapped our plans for dressing up to go downtown to

eat, instead we bundled up and walked up the

street to a favorite restuarant. After we got back home, he put on my favorite

Hiatt CDs, tucked me into bed, lit some candles,

then he went off to the kitchen. He returned with a Baskin Robbins ice cream

cake, singing " happy birthday, " and we ate it by

candlelight in bed.

Today we spent a quiet Thanksgiving, just the two of us since is still in

Oklahoma until this Saturday. spent Thanksgiving

with my parents and sister in Oklahoma City, spent it with Zane and his

family, then they drove to Oklahoma City to spend

with my family. Both kids tried to get Larry's mom involved but she refused,

preferring to spend the day alone in her house on the farm.

is engaged to be married next September 25. She'd planned having

take all the wedding photos, but she says now

will walk her down the aisle in her dad's place, though he will still take

all the formal portraits after the ceremony.

Despite the stress lately, continues to do well healthwise. He didn't even

catch a cold from the flight home. We've talked by

phone a couple times since I got back to Chicago, and he sounds clear and

strong. He'll be driving back to Chicago though, not flying,

and that should help ensure he stay healthier now that flu and cold season is

here.

So... that's our update.

Kim

Mom of (24 with cf and asthma) and (21 with asthma no cf), and

future mom-in-law of Zane. Oh, and mommy to Max --

a very hairy, shedding 6-year old Lhasa Apso.