Sunday, July 19, 2009

And the Winner is.....


......the Hyudai Entourage!!
As usual my husband came through at the bitter end against all hope. Not only found a great car but also an amazing deal. Really, when will I ever learn that my badgering, bullying and doubting him completely is generally all for naught?

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Automobile Purchase

The car buying experience - this conjures up an image for nearly everyone I know beyond the age of 22 or so, some even younger. The image ranges from positive to intimidating to downright terrifying.

Hilarious? Not generally associated with the experience to my knowledge.

But that would be for the rest of you AMATEURS who DON'T have to purchase a vehicle in conjunction with my husband.

Here is the rundown:

First, we must spend a day claiming that we don't actually need a car. Well, duh. For the man who walks across the street to work and only has to drive a child to an event when he is told to and provided with a car, this is obvious. Of course!

Check.

Second, we must research every ridiculous car that exists. 1984 conversion van with electric blue interior, 1995 cargo van with 187,000 miles, amazing car with low mileage and price located in Oklahoma.

Check.

Next we must embark on the auto visits. The first stop must be friendly but panic inducing. It will require 30 minutes of follow up driving with mild bickering before another stop can be made.

Check.

This is followed up with a visit to a second dealership. If you are truly lucky, it could possibly be within the same day. Models will be admired, an interior may even be looked at. Perhaps a conversation with a salesperson will take place without foot pursuit. Nothing will come of it.

Check.

Much driving should follow, accompanied by yelling and screaming, induced by frustration - but inappropriate and unfruitful nonetheless. If you are really "in character", of course the kids will be along for this ride.

Check.

The final stop of the evening may be more promising, but will not yield more success. The yelling and screaming will yield more conversation , but it may not be more useful. You will assume your partner is more motivated and is liking some of the models you are looking at, sitting in, test driving (for God's sake). But the result will be the same. You will smile, shake the salesperson's hand and promise to seriously consider/mull over/chew on/etc the figures discussed about the car.

Check.

Ultimately, you may end up three days from the time you turn in your previous lease vehicle with a lot of internet searching but no real options. Yep, that's us! Our lease is due Monday, July 2oth and we have nothing to show but an awesome Credit Union preapproval and some ideas (which, of course, differ sligtly)

If you know of any newer, lower mileaged cars out there - I would be thrilled to consider them. Minivan pretty necessary - I do have 3 kids with very distinct and differerent interests and obligations.

Ah well, it is already Saturday and I am CONVINCED this is the day! We will find a car. Check back and see what it is!

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Looking back at Breast Cancer


For many of you this will be review, but I was looking through my writing and it occurred to me that I have never posted anything about my breast cancer battle. It is significant to me and I felt compelled to post what I have written about it. Sorry for the length – hard to condense without losing important stuff!

My breast cancer was found by chance. I had noticed some blood tinged discharge from my left nipple but thought it was probably leftover from breast feeding. I mentioned it casually at my annual check-up in September 2002. My doctor felt it was probably nothing but decided to send me for my first mammogram anyway. I was only 33 years old. I had my mammogram in October 2002 and was sent directly in for an ultrasound. Believe it or not, there was NOTHING going on in my left breast (the one with the discharge). But the mammogram and then the ultrasound spotted a suspicious mass in my right breast!

I called my OB/GYN's office for my results from the ultrasound and was told that I had a mass that was probably just a cyst but that was large enough to require needle drainage. At the end of that phone call, I asked the OB/GYN nurse, "So, bottom line, this is not cancer?" She answered, "No, this is not cancer."

I had to get a referral for a surgeon from my primary care physician, so that was my next appointment in early November. My first question for him was, "Can you tell me what you see in the ultrasound that would rule out cancer in my case?" Looking very shocked he said, "Are we ruling out cancer?" and went on to explain why, although I had all kinds of factors in my favor leading to benign, the image he was seeing could not be definitively considered non-cancerous without a biopsy.

I had a surgical biopsy on November 20, 2002 and received my diagnosis on November 21st. Unfortunately, I was still so naive about the process and had gone to a general surgeon for my biopsy so I could get it done quicker. He was a good surgeon and a very nice man, but not very experienced with breast cancer. He laid out every single bit of information for me and my husband and tried very hard to be reassuring, even confiding to me that he had only one testicle and had never had any repercussions from that. Um….wow…..can you say TMI???? And also, by the way, not exactly reassuring, but thanks!

So, there I was, 33...married...with three children ages 5, 3 and nearly 1. My diagnosis was infiltrating ductal carcinoma. I also had some ductal carcinoma in situ.

First, I did some "shopping" and found a surgeon and oncologist who specialized in breast cancer and worked out of a nationally recognized cancer center. I was extremely fortunate to do this “shopping” with an excellent team: my husband and my aunt, who is a nurse. Besides the tremendous support, it was such a relief to have others who would write everything down so I could process in my own time and to ask the questions that I was often too overwhelmed to even consider. And, of course, there was the comedic angle to factor in – they were witnesses to some of the bizarre and ridiculous.

In January 2003 I had a modified radical mastectomy on my right side. In February I had a port inserted into my left arm (which was a drama in and of itself) and began a 4 month chemotherapy regimen. I lost all my hair, had bouts of nausea that made morning sickness seem like nothing, and battled with overwhelming fatigue. I took the summer off and had a TRAM flap reconstruction in September 2003. While I am delighted that I chose to do that, it proved to be more complicated than first imagined. The recovery was long and painful.

I don’t share all of this for pity. All in all, it was an amazing experience. While I wouldn’t have chosen it, I think I am a better person for it. It reinforced for me how amazing my family and circle of friends is. It humbled me as to the generosity of acquaintances and even strangers. It helped clarify my life priorities. And, of course, it gave me some pretty hilarious stories.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Tennis Lessons


My youngest's new "life plan" (and yes, I AM quoting) has expanded to include tennis lessons.

For two weeks she asked me multiple times per day if/when I had registered her for the one hour lessons offered by our park on a weekly basis in the summer. In typical fashion, I put it off until the last paycheck possible. But finally I officially enrolled her for a week of tennis lessons, which started this past Monday.

Sunday morning she says to me, "I have outfits planned for Monday and Tuesday, but I will probably need some new tennis outfits for later in the week." She is 7.

Sunday afternoon she assures me, "Poppy says he has a racquet I can use for now, but if I really like it, we'll need to get me my own."

Sunday night she cried for a half hour about how nervous she was. Remember now, she badgered me for two weeks for this lesson.

This morning she asked me to sign her up for the other two weeks ahead before our vacation. "I love it, mom. I think by tomorrow I might be the best in my class. Yesterday I hit 2 over the net, but today I hit 10!"

7!!!! I'm just sayin.....

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Marking Time with Tradition



Happy 4th of July!


The 4th of July is one of our family's favorite holidays. Not because we are especially patriotic, but because of the tradition my parents started. Every July 4th, my parents host a Block Party.

The street is blocked off so the kids can bike, scooter, skateboard, etc to their hearts' content. Sometimes there is bike decorating and kids' games. Sometimes we just let them all loose with their vehicles, squirt guns and water balloons.

The adults sit in groups, the largest group under a tree in my parents' yard. We nosh on snacks and sip on margaritas or beer out of the keg. Dinner is hot dogs and chips for the kids and pot luck for the adults. At some point sparklers make an appearance. Fireworks used to be part of the evening, but were discontinued when more people on the block were uncomfortable with them than were asking for them. We usually have plenty to enjoy from the blocks around us, with none of the risk.

My kids, in particular, have enjoyed and counted on this event for years.

I may have mentioned this before, but my rapidly passing birthdays have not really succeeded in making me feel old. I know 40 is supposed to officially put my youth to rest. But my chronological age is just not doing it.

Oh, I'm NOT saying I'm not feeling old. It's just not MY age doing it.

What IS marking the years for me is watching my kids "age up" and the changes in the way they enjoy the various traditions our family has.

In many, many ways, they are so much easier. The amount of gear we have to bring is enormously reduced. They can pitch in and help out rather than be a distraction. They spend much of the day finding their own fun, rather than constantly relying on our presence.

But in some ways they are more difficult. The older two are starting to be a little less fascinated by the day's activities. That tween/teen ennui is creeping in. I'm fairly certain the day will be punctuated with at least a few "I'm bored" and dramatically rolled eyes at something that is just "too stupid".

It's bittersweet. And, of course, aging. But I take comfort in knowing that my siblings and I went through it too. And we all came back around to loving this event again. Plus I know that all three of my kids count on the celebration no matter what they say or do to the contrary.

So I will raise a sparkler and ooh and ah (and that will guarantee an eye roll)!