Things that are pissing me off today

The Cavs 1st 2 games of the season.  I didn’t think they would be unstoppable, but I did expect to see some good basketball. Other than the 1st quarter against the Celtics these 2 games were painful to watch.  I know they will get better as they improve their team dynamics and get a rhythm with their new players.  But I’ve been looking forward to this season all year and right now it sucks.
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The fact that every freakin’ class for preschoolers offered by my city is during the workday.  These are awesome programs (ballet, jazz dance, music, gymnastics, art & basketball) offered at great rates because they are supported with our tax dollars.  But hey!  If you dare have 2 parents working & still don’t make enough to have a full-time nanny then screw you!
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Old people driving cars.  I work across the street from a very large community center and if I leave at lunchtime I take my life into my own hands.  The amount of geriatric drivers leaving the center at that time is staggering and there not one turn signal in sight.  And forget about basic traffic laws governing 4-way stops or, you know, not driving in 2 lanes at the same time. Gesh…take the keys away from grandpa already!
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I hate the fact that 11 years ago Mattel took over a very cool little doll company that made reading and history fun and turned into the crazy consumerism-driven American Girl that we know today. American Girl Place and all the insane things that happen there – live musicals, bistros with doll chairs, hair-styling classes and a flippin’ doll hair salon that will pierce your doll’s ears(!!) – started the same year Mattel took over. Blech.

I got my Kirsten doll from the Pleasant Company when she was introduced back in 1986 (my friend’s aunt worked for the company, so we knew about the dolls before they got really popular). I spent the next few years sacrificing all other birthday and Christmas gifts so I could collect the 3 original dress and accessory sets.  Now, they are discontinuing Kirsten, just like they discontinued Samantha at the end of last year. I’m sure that in 2010 they will do away with Molly and thus be done with everything that the Pleasant Company created.

Yes, I still would rather have my daughter play with an AG doll over a Bratz doll, but everything about Mattel’s AG seems so obscenely material to me.
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The fact that after over a year with nearly no issues, all of a sudden M’s daycare/preschool can’t seem to send the correct items home with her.  Last week her blanket went home with another family.  Yesterday her dirty clothes didn’t even make it into her cubby to come home which means her crapped-on pants have now been sitting in a sealed plastic bag for over 24 hours…I’m sure that will smell awesome.
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*end rant*

Haphazard Tuesday

I don’t have the brain power to compose a cohesive post these days, so here is a random listing of what’s being going on around here.

Pregnancy
I’m now 16 weeks along but it feels like 25 weeks.  Being pregnant with M was so easy that this one is kicking my ass.  I don’t know if it’s because I’m older, or chasing around a 3 year old or what, but I am TIRED all the time.  Food still is unappetizing and so I end up getting so hungry that I get sick…not a fun cycle.

This baby seems to be riding low.  I feel like I’m already doing the 8-months-pregnant waddle.  I have no motivation to take daily walks like I did last time and instead of the fruits I constantly craved with M, I am craving only carbs this time.  A big bowl of ramen noodles or Kraft Mac & Cheese are the only things that consistently sound appealing.

The girl
She won’t go to sleep at night.  When we switched from crib to a toddler bed we used the much lauded and successful “by any means necessary” route to get her to actually stay in the bed at bedtime.  This evolved to one of us staying in her room until she fell asleep.  Nearly one year later and we are still doing this, and these “bedtimes” can last up to two freaking hours.  It’s killing both Mark and I, because on most nights by the time we can sneak out of her room it’s after 9:00 and evening is shot. I know the solution is going to involve lots of screaming and tears (probably for all of us) so we are girding our loins in preparation.

She won’t poop on the toilet.  We started potty training on Memorial Day weekend…it’s been FIVE DAMN MONTHS people!  She will successfully do her business on the throne maybe 3 times a week, and only at school.  At home if we even suggest that she try to go she flips out and sometimes even throws herself off the toilet.  It’s not pretty…and neither is the wreckage to her princess underwear.  We’ve tried everything – reward charts, M&Ms, even the John Rosemond method that worked for Amanda’s daughter.  The kid will not perform, and her newest trick is to hold it all day and fill her nighttime pull-up at 9 PM, thus guaranteeing her a later bedtime.

We took our first trip to the Cleveland Museum of Art this last weekend and she was enthralled.  After her initial slip-up of hugging a marble statue (OMG! I was so happy no one else was in the gallery at the time), she was great.  She loved Frieze of Dancers by Edgar Degas (“Just like Olivia!”) and Armor for Man and Horse with Völs-Colonna Arms (“look! A king on a horse!”) in the Armor Court.  I think we will be making several trips to the CMA this long, cold winter.

Life – pregnancy style
I have had the itch to cook and bake for the last few weeks but have fallen woefully short on time.  I was all set to shop for a and make Pauline’s Bigos on Sunday only to be sidelined by a migraine.  Now it’s on the menu for a hearty pre-trick or treat dinner on Saturday.  Tonight I am going to prep my mom’s lasagna and as usual, I will make 2 since it’s just as much time and effort as making one.  The extra will go to our friends and neighbors who have a 6 week old (whom we haven’t even met yet because of the sick that has plagued at least one of us for weeks).  I am feeling the need to start stocking the freezer so if you have any great recipes that “freeze beautifully” as Annelle says in Steel Magnolias, please send them my way.

M doesn’t have one single photo album.  There are probably over 4000 photos of her on the computer (and obsessively backed up daily) but not one album.  I would really like to get at least her 1st year on paper before the baby is born but can’t decide on a photo-book company.  I don’t want to use Shutterfly and have had some success with MyPublisher in the past – are their other suggestions out there?  I would love to have books of 50+ pages, but quality and price are my two main concerns.

I have a deep desire to clean out all of our closest and do a major purge of stuff.  I just lack the motivation to get off the couch and actually do something about it.  Anyone want to come and do it for me?

I Was Feverish When I Wrote This, Forgive Me if it Goes Astray

On Sunday the heavens parted and the sun shine down for a key fewf hours that allowed our M to celebrate her birthday with her family.  After days of rain I was so grateful that the weather cooperated for a few hours, even if it was chilly (last year M wore a sleeveless sundress for her party – this year it was jeans and long sleeves).  I had borrowed an inflatable “bounce house” from a friend and the kids only got out for presents and cupcakes.  M was delighted to have almost her entire extended family to dote on her all day.

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In other news, last week I was a good hospital employee and got my seasonal flu shot.  This is only the 3rd or 4th time I’ve gotten a flu shot and just like EVERY. SINGLE. TIME before, I am now sick.  I know, I know – the vaccine does not use a live virus but for whatever reason I get sick in the few days following the shot.  I was so chilled last night we turned on the heat. The heat is on in September – something is wrong with this.  So far today I vegged out in my chair wearing layers and under 2 blankets and watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s for the first time.

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We have a weird neighbor who does odd jobs for some of the elderly people who live on our street, including mowing several of their lawns.  Right now he is mowing the yard right next door in the pouring rain. He’s wearing a rain coat, jeans and no shoes. He gives me the creeps.

In other strange neighbor/lawn mowing news: the old dude 2 doors down mows his yard wearing a baseball batting helmet, knickers, a wife beater and bags over his shoes.  It’s amazing what you learn when you stay home sick.

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The View is on the TV behind me and Yoko Ono is “singing”.  She sounds like a cat in heat.

…AND the Kitchen Sink

“Those that say you can’t take it with you never saw my car packed for a vacation trip.” ~ unknown
The bags are pretty much packed (except for my husbands stuff, and well – he can do his own).  All the extra stuff is laid out on the dining room table.  I’m eating a dinner of the few perishables left in the house: 2 apples, left over birthday cake and milk. We are so ready to go – first a stop over to see my college BFF in the booming city of Saxapahaw, NC.  Then it’s off to the beach.
Oh, and here’s my new traveling tip: check out restaurant.com for the zip code you will be visiting before you leave.  If you are as lucky as I was, you will score gift certificates for a couple of places for mere pennies (thank you 90% off sale!) and maybe find a new favorite restaurant at your destination.
Au Revoir!

“Those that say you can’t take it with you never saw my car packed for a vacation trip.” ~ unknown

The bags are pretty much packed (except for my husbands stuff, and well – he can do his own).  All the extra stuff is laid out on the dining room table.  I’m eating a dinner of the few perishables left in the house: 2 apples, left over birthday cake and milk. We are so ready to go – first a stop over to see my college BFF in the booming city of Saxapahaw, NC.  Then it’s off to the beach.

Oh, and here’s my new traveling tip: check out restaurant.com for the zip code you will be visiting before you leave.  If you are as lucky as I was, you will score gift certificates for a couple of places for mere pennies (thank you 90% off sale!) and maybe find a new favorite restaurant at your destination.

Au Revoir!

Restaurant Week Review, Part 3

Sorry for the delay on this post – my wonderful hubby is working on some new design stuff for the blog and we’ve spent our evenings (my writing time) working on that. You will see the new design very soon! Without further ado, here is the 4th and final post containing updates and reviews from our Restaurant Week. You can read other posts on this great week here, here and here.

One of the first rules we had established when we came up with our Restaurant Week was to only go to places we had not yet tried. But as we finalized our list we kept circling back to The Greenhouse Tavern, even though we have been there before. The truth of the matter is that while we enjoyed our first visit, eating out with a 2-year-old hardly makes for an evening to savor the food. So after much deliberation we broke our only rule and made Greenhouse Tavern the conclusion to our week. It was hands down the best night of them all. If you live in NE Ohio and have not heard of Greenhouse Tavern you must live under a rock as they have been featured in numerous publications. And if you have never endeavored to eat there – what are you waiting for? I really do think it is the best restaurant in Cleveland.

I arrived on the rainy night and was seated in the rear mezzanine with a great view of the activity below. As I waited for Mark to park the car the Hostess with the Mostess, Chefs Widow, stopped by to chat. She is just as sweet as they come. Her blog is one of the first I started reading when we moved to Cleveland and was the catalyst for my interest in the Cleveland food scene. It’s been pretty amazing to read as her and her Chef-husband work their tails off to make GHT a reality and how involved they are with the local “farm to table” movement. If there is a food event in town, they are a part of it and it’s inspiring to see a young couple who have invested so much of themselves into this city. Anyway, I digress…

When Mark joined me we were served the GHT’s pork rillette and crusty bread while we pursed the menu. We started out with the House Made Fromage Blanc with grilled bread which was creamy, rich and just slightly tart and heavenly when spread on the crispy bread.

Mark ordered those ethereal Crispy Chicken Wings while I moved on with my apparently cheese-themed dinner by ordering the Goat Cheese Tart with Heirloom Tomatoes. The Sawyers should really come up with another name for the chicken wings because when most people think of “wings” they conjure up an image of overcooked chicken drenched in sauce and these wings are anything but that. They are crispy outside and perfectly fall-off-the-bone juicy inside with a nice kick of heat and not a drop of sauce in site. I knew Mark had been looking into that dish all week. While Mark enjoyed his wings I dug into my tart which was a beautiful plate of colorful sliced tomatoes topped with an herb salad and accompanied by a dish of sorts made of dough with yummy Lake Erie Creamery goat cheese tucked inside. I am impressed how the kitchen at GHT can make something as simple as these fresh ingredients taste so spectacular. There is a real art in making simple food that allows the favors and freshness show off. This dish proved to me that Chef Sawyer is a master of this art because the overall dish was more then the sum of its parts – the acid of the tomatoes played off the creaminess of the goat cheese while the herbs infused everything with fresh, bright flavor.

By this time I was pretty full so I ordered the Blue Crab Gnocchi from the “Halfs” menu and Mark dove into the Ohio Beef Burger. We had heard great things about both items and they did not disappoint. My gnocchi was incredible – I really wanted to lick the plate clean! Nice chunks of blue crab paired with the sweet crunch of fresh corn and the tender pillows of pasta beneath. I’m not sure what all went into the sauce but the entire dish was amazing and I ate it very slowly not wanting it to end. I could have happily eaten 2 orders had I not already stuffed myself with all things cheese. Mark’s burger was exquisitely cooked to medium rare – no overcooked beef here! It was juicy, flavorful and was one of the best burgers he’s ever eaten.

At this point we were both happily full and still talking over how much we love the GHT not only for its amazing food but lively atmosphere and affordable prices when our server told us that Chef Sawyer was sending up a dessert for us. We were excited to taste the work of Keri Garcia, the GHT Pastry Chef and were wowed by the Pot of Chocolate Mousse For Two that Chef Sawyer personally delivered to our table. He also poured us each a glass of a 26-year-old port which he said paired nicely with the chocolate mousse. I’m not a connoisseur of port and in fact most of those I’ve had in the past were overly sweet and sticky. But this was seductive, silky and supple and when paired with the mousse was downright sexy. It really was a perfect ending to a fantastic meal.

We left GHT totally enamored with the place. You really can’t find better food for such great prices anywhere else in the city. And to see both Chef Sawyer and Amelia working the tables, greeting guests and delivering food was wonderful to see. You can tell they are both passionate about the restaurant and want to make sure everyone has a wonderful experience. It was an ideal finish to what started out as a frustrating week. And if you are in the area doing your own Restaurant Week or just want a night out, make sure Greenhouse Tavern is at the top of your list.

Genetics

When I was at my parents house this weekend I looked through some of their old photo albums.  M looks so much like Mark that I was hoping to see some resemblance to me at nearly the same age.  There is a little bit, but she’s still mostly Mark’s child in the looks department:

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While I was digging through albums I looked for the likeness of my niece and nephews to my brother and sister as well.  I think you can safely say that my brother created a mini-me (both about age 5 1/2 in the pictures. The nephew is now almost 11):

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My sister’s oldest is also a mini-me.  And she is in more ways then just looks, trust me. Both are in the summer of their 8th year here:

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My sister’s youngest has been the spitting image of his father practically from birth…there’s no questioning this kids parentage:

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As I mentioned before, M is at “Grandma & Grandpa Camp” this week with 2 of her 3 cousins.  The age spread between the 3 is very close to that of my sister, brother and I. Here is 1980 & 2009:

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My mom looks pretty good after 29 years, don’t you think?

Because I DO Read Blogs on the Weekend

I hate to go political here because I can be a bit um, argumentative, in real life when it comes to political issues.  I tend to be very liberal in my views and yet I come from a family of staunch conservatives, so conversations can get a bit heated. I try to get my news and information from varied sources. I might hear of an issue on Huffington Post but I do my own research (including what Fox News has to say on the subject, yes really) before coming to my own conclusion. I listen religiously to NPR, I refer to Fact Check and PolitiFact and read C-Span. In other words, even though I tend to be liberal I try not to get my news from mouthpieces and more often then not I side with the Centrists.

So when Pauline published this post over at Classy Chaos (I blog I adore), I got a bit worked up.  Then I calmed down and visited my usually sources for clear, factual information on the subject matter and then I got worked up again.  Because this post, along with the original one she linked to are what I see as skewed interpretations of the proposed bill.  And I will take a moment to stop here and remind everyone that this is only a bill (“sittin’ here on Capitol Hill…”) and  the House Version at that.  The Senate will have their own version and then the two will be intertwined into a final bill that will go to vote.  And President Obama did not write this bill – as Charles Grassley (R, Iowa) is so fond of announcing in every interview he gets.

What struck me about Pauline’s story is that she seemed to be advocating exactly what she said was so wrong with her own healthcare growing up – paying cash for better, faster service. Psst – I’ll let you in on a secret: almost every hospital, except county hospitals, has a VIP wing and services and you have to have $$$ to access them. So under the current system, if you’ve got the cash you’ve got the care. And she paints her 4-hour wait in Paris to see an ER doctor as proof that their system is broken.  I’m guessing that she has never visited one of the local ERs.  Last year when I had my gallbladder attacks I waited over 6 hours in the middle of the night at a suburban, affluent, top tier hospital to be seen. I wasn’t waiting because of traumas, either; it was because so many people use the ER as their primary care because they can’t afford to see a doctor until they are in unbearable pain. I wonder what her visit to the Parisian ER cost her because without insurance mine would have cost $7,241.  My subsequent hospital stay and surgery (for which I had to wait 3 months to get on the surgeon’s schedule) would have cost over $50,000.  I’m not sure about her, but I don’t have that kind of money lying around.  All told I paid $50 out of pocket for everything – because I am one of the very lucky ones with rock-start insurance. In my former job I didn’t have this kind of coverage nor could I afford the premiums on a single-income.

I wonder if people would feel differently if they were one of the thousands of a full-time, minimum-wage worker making $10,712 a year?  Better yet, if they were one of the hundreds of thousands of middle-class poor who can’t afford the more then $1000/month out-of-pocket cost which is the average annual premium for employer-based healthcare and who don’t qualify for gov’t assistance. (That $1000/month doesn’t include co-pays which can be as much as 30%  – I couldn’t have afforded $15k for my illness, could you?)

A few things that were singled out in both posts caught my eye:
Pg 42 – The “Health Choices Commissioner” will choose your HC Benefits for you.
Guess what? If you have insurance, someone is already making theses choices for you! I don’t care if it’s employer-based, self-insured or Medicare someone is already telling you what they will and won’t cover and what benifts you get.

Pg 59 lines 21-24- Govt will have direct access to your bank accounts for electronic funds transfer
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Pg 195 -Officers & employees of HC Admin (GOVT) will have access to ALL Americans financial/personal records.

Have you ever gotten your tax refund as direct deposit?  If so you’ve already handed over your information willingly. And the gov’t already has access to your financial records – it’s called Form 1040 and you are required by law to file it every year. And it includes information such as your investments, childcare costs, medical expenses and housing costs in addition to the basics such as salary, child support and other income.

Pg 241 Line 6-8- Doctors, doesn’t matter what specialty you have, you’ll all be paid the same.
If you became a doctor for the money I don’t want to be seen by you.  Let’s hope our doctors became doctors so they could help save lives and they love what they do, not for the paycheck.

Pg 430 Lines 11-15- The Govt will decide what level of treatment you will have at end of life.
Actually, the govt just mandates that you have a living will and be provided with counseling to compose said will. These specific lines refer to the individual’s living will and outline the range of care that can be requested in the will. Considering how quickly the previous administration wanted to get involved in deciding the level of treatment Terry Schiavo received I think a mandated living will could solve a lot of problems.

Those are just a few points that I have reviewed.  No, I have not read the full 1000+ page document, but I have read the lines in question and think that Jill and Pauline have a skewed interpretation of the bill. Take a few moments and review them yourself and see what you think.  And maybe do a bit of research, too.

I don’t think this bill is the best solution, but I think it’s a good start. Because to me, America should not be a country where 62% of bankruptcies are caused by medical expenses and 78% of those HAD HEALTH INSURANCE (source: American Journal of Medicine, August 2009.) It shouldn’t be a country where people hold fundraising nightsspaghetti dinners, car washes and sales to pay for medical care. It shouldn’t be a place where people have to choose between living in pain and getting care.  It should be a place where your basic needs, including healthcare, have a safety net.

Ready

So I had a miscarriage back in early January.  Had that pregnancy survived I would be rapidly approaching my due date (August 18th, if you are curious). I can say absolutely now that the miscarriage happened for a reason and that while I mourned the loss I know for sure that it has worked out for the best family.  I was sick and now I’m not.  I wasn’t quite ready to think about having a baby again, but now I am.  We still aren’t where we want to be financially but I don’t think we ever will be in a “perfect” space when it comes to money.  And every time I see (another!) pregnant woman I just want to whine “why isn’t it me?!?”

We have been trying for 5 months now and it is absolutely KILLING me that I am not pregnant yet. We got M on the very first shot out of the gate. When I found out I was pregnant last December we had no idea when it happened because we were taking precautions.  When we lost the pregnancy we took a couple of months off then started trying again in earnest.  I have become one of those women who charts everything, I pee on ovulation sticks every month and track every move and (ahem) action on a calendar.  I have never had to do this in the past and it’s becoming a borderline obsession. When I read Casey’s recent post about the difficulties of not being pregnant around a bunch of swollen bellies I was nodding along as I read it.  I’ve only been at the game for a few months and medically I’m not even considered out of the norm; but for me and my (very limited) past not getting knocked-up on the first attempt is not normal. My heart breaks for those women who have been at this for 3 and 4 times longer then I have with no baby. Because this shit is hard.

I’m trying to not let it consume my thoughts, but it’s difficult not to get caught up in it. We’ve already gone way past the “perfect spacing” we (I) were hoping for when giving M a sibling.  As each month passes I count the months and ask if I was pregnant how far apart would our kids be? Every time I add a note to our calendar I start thinking about a spring baby. I watch M play and think about how awesome she would be as a big sister. Every twinge and craving, tired morning or bout of heartburn sends me to the drugstore for another pregnancy test.

But every time that damn stick denies showing me what I want to see. I’m trying to be okay with it, but I’m not resting on my laurels.  I have a (long overdue) extensive physical next week.  I needed one anyway since I honestly don’t think I’ve had one since the sports physicals of high school. I’m meeting with my OB next month just to be proactive. Right now every month that passes seems like a missed opportunity and I’m tired of feeling like a failure.

Looking For My Tribe

“Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family: Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.” – Jane Howard

In Toledo we always had a passel of friends and never had a lack of people to spend time with. I never remember a time where I had to make an effort to find a friend. At work both Mark and I were quick to establish the kind of relationships with co-workers where you would go out for drinks or meet up on the weekend for something. From the moment we moved into an apartment in a great, close-knit neighborhood we had people to hang out with. It was seriously like living at college with better apartments and beer – there were other couples our age and we sat on our decks almost every summer night sipping cocktails and telling stories.

When we bought a house nearby the camaraderie continued. We met more and more people; we had parties, went to parties, joined others for drinks on front porches, and always had someone to call to join in our fun.  Just taking Mac for a walk ended up in stopping every few houses for a conversation or to accept an invite to something.  We partied with our mailman. There were retirees and new families, couples, singles and everything in between. Everyone watched out for everyone else, and there was always something to do.

In Toledo I was also blessed to be part of the most amazing group of women I have ever known. A friend I had known for a couple of years had decided to gather a bunch of women together for a book club.  What she assembled 8 years ago is still going strong today and most of the original 10 women (minus the 2 of us who moved away) still get together on a monthly basis to discuss a book and, more importantly, discuss their lives. Together we witnessed new houses and new jobs. We watched relationships progress from the first date to marriage. Several of us bloomed with pregnancy and we all watched as those babies grew. The women ranged in age by 20 years, some single, some married; some with kids others without. Some of us worked full time, some stayed at home with the kids.  Liberal and conservative, wine drinkers and beer drinkers – on paper it shouldn’t have worked, but it worked beautifully. I didn’t realize until I moved how much those monthly meetings meant to me. I was a night to just be myself – not employee or wife or daughter or mom.  I just got to be Kate.

When we moved to Cleveland in December of 2007 I was fairly confident that I would meet new people pretty quickly.  One of those couples from the apartment building in Toledo was here raising their family and I was recruited to my new job by someone I’ve known for over a decade, thus instantly establishing some roots. But outside of those to friendships I’ve found it really, really hard to connect with anyone here. Maybe it’s because when we made previous moves we were kid-free and had more time to meet and mingle. Maybe it’s because we will never be able to re-create the magic that was found in the Old West End. Perhaps I just don’t know how to make friends as an adult. Whatever it is I just feel so ungrounded here.

We’ve both made some good friends through work, but everyone is so scattered across the region it’s hard to get together. Last year while I was training for the 3-Day I tried reaching out to others training in my community but really found no one reaching back. I’ve found some great local blogs to follow which have helped me feel more connected to our new city.  But while reading and chatting online can be fantastic, it’s just not the same as a glass (or 3) of wine with the girls and endless hours of talk.  I think I need some new strategies to find my tribe here, because boy do I ever miss it.

So tell me – how did you find your tribe?

Ladies, Schedule Your Mammograms

Breast Cancer is a heartless bitch. This morning at work we were given the news that one of our coworkers will most likely not be returning to work as she again goes to battle with this disease. This is the second woman who has left this workplace to spend more time with her family as she fights since I started only 20 months ago.  It’s not right.  It’s not fair.

Last year, as I prepared for the Breast Cancer 3-Day both of these fine ladies shared their stories with me. One had battled breast cancer before and knew in her gut that it had relapsed.  She had to push her doctors to get additional testing.  By the time they discovered the new lump the cancer had had metastasized and spread to her liver, lungs and bones. I watched her fight tooth and nail on a daily basis. I cried with the news that the cancer was gone after several months of radical and exhausting treatment only to cry again when she found that it was back, only a few short months later.

The other woman – the one for whom the announcement was made today – is so young.  She was first diagnosed after the birth of her first child in her early twenties. She fought hard and triumphed. She had a second child and shortly thereafter found a lump.  But all her doctors diagnosed that lump as hardened tissue due to breastfeeding and her recent pregnancy. Besides, she was still in her late twenties – lightening doesn’t strike twice! But it did and by the time they figured it out the cancer had spread to her bones. She’s been fighting an epic battle ever since and is only a few years older then me. With two young girls to take care of she has been in treatment – trying to buy every single day she could – for over three years.  For her there was no hope of a cure, just an endless fight to keep the cancer from spreading. This morning we learned that her cancer metastasized and spread to her liver and lungs and her doctors recommended she seek Hospice care. Not yet ready to give up and leave her family she instead has opted to undergo an extremely aggressive schedule of care.

Last year, as they both independently shared their stories with me they kept saying get checked early and often. And if there is a family history run, do not walk, to your doctor’s office and get a mammogram, and while you are there go ahead and schedule your appointment for next year.  Ask your doctor for an MRI and then get tested for the BRCA1 or BRCA2 gene mutation. And guys aren’t immune – they also need to do these things if there is a family history of breast cancer.

Someone dies of breast cancer every 68 seconds.

One in seven women in the U.S. will be diagnosed with breast cancer.

This year 182,460 new cases of invasive breast cancer will be diagnosed in women in the U.S. alone.  1,910 men will also be diagnosed.

Know your risk factors

Get screened

Make a donation (I’m not walking the 3-Day this year, but she is)

Get involved

Because while we may have fun dressing this disease up in pink boas while chanting “save the boobies!” the cold truth is that breast cancer is not a laughing matter. And those two precious little girls should not have to see their mommy go through this.