Whoa - are we chatty or what!??!! I can't imagine what it would be like if we were all in the same room together
LOL!
Well, DH left this morning and I was already lonely as I drove away from the airport. I tried to stop at my Mom's for a coffee to distract myself and the girls, but Mom was out volunteering, so I just came home and moped for awhile before getting my s**t together and going out shopping.
I didn't get a workout in today - I was very tired. Stayed up until midnight watching a movie, then had a visitor in the middle of the night wake me up (at least the PMS is gone!!!). At 6am my sweet Emili-Rose wakes me up to tell me she had a nightmare which was okay since we had to be at the airport at 8:30.
Annnnywayyy, enough boring life stuff. I have to have a little talk with someone...
JEN!!! GO TO THE DOCTOR! You haven't been in THREE years!!! Ummm, last time I talked to my doctor, I was told I was supposed to get some important screenings at least every 2 years. You are someone who is so committed to being healthy through diet and exercise, I can't believe that you won't go and make sure everything is OK. Please go. (Schedule a complete check up - if it has been three years you are due for pelvic/pap/breast exams.)
I just realized how BOSSY I am....oh well. LOL
Let me tell you wonderful ladies a little story about myself. I am sorry to be so self-centred (btw, that IS spelled right
) with this post, but I feel the need for a little self therapy.
Two and a half years ago I was pregnant with my second sweetie pie and was pretty happy, we had some financial woes, but nothing serious. My mom and stepdad were living with us and Mom was looking after my older daughter while I was at work.
Then my world turned upside down.
My mom had had a strange episode with her vision - seeing flashing lights. She had gone to emergency because she had thought she was having a stroke. Everything looked okay, the vision problems stopped and she was scheduled for a CAT scan a few months down the road. However, she had a persistant headache after this episode that wouldn't go away. When she told me the headache would not go away after several days, I insisted she go to her own doctor. Her CAT scan was rescheduled for the next day and the day after that we learned about her brain tumour. I left work in the middle of the day and never returned.
My joy of being pregnant was suddenly covered with a black shroud of fear. My mother was only 51. The next 4 months are a blur of doctors, hospitals, surgeries. You see, it was cancer. Lung cancer. In four months my mom had brain surgery to remove the tumour, gained tonnes of weight from steroids, had radiation on her brain, lost all of her hair, and finally, a couple of weeks before I was due, had a lobe of her lung removed. However, she was home in time to come upstairs (it took her 20 minutes at least to make it up one flight of stairs) to greet her new granddaughter who arrived in the wee hours of April 14th 2005. I had planned a home birth before my mom got sick, and I am SOOOO glad I did.
To see Mom today, you would never guess she is now considered to be in pallitive care. She looks healthier than I can ever remember. She had a bunch of tumours show up in her liver last January (her 1 year PET scan) the largest was 5 cm. She had to go through chemo and lost all her hair again, but it is back now and she looks so great. Rosy cheeks, sparkly eyes. She went for a cat scan at the beginning of this month - they can only find 2 tumours now and they are measured in millimetres, not centimetres. Oh no, now I am crying.
I feel so blessed. One of the many doctors she saw wasn't even going to discuss removing the tumour from her lung - he thought she would be dead in 6 months. (more crying) She wouldn't accept that and continued to ask - until one doctor said to her "That is a very good question!"
Wow. I have NO idea what made me spill that out. I guess because Rachel's birthday is coming up and it reminds me of the night she was born. Mom was sooo sick still. She could barely talk without getting tired. She had no hair and her face was all puffed up with dark circles around her eyes. But she climbed those stairs. (Maybe I should have been a little bit quieter? Emili, then 2, woke up when I moved to the bedroom to start pushing and shouted from her bedroom "MOMMY!! BE QUIET!")
Well, now you know more about me than you ever wanted to know.
Jen, go to the doctor. I know we a just cyberfriends and I have not been here very long, but just humour me
(Again, correct spelling on "humour"
).
Talk to you dolls tomorrow.
Corrie
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore,
is not an act but a habit.
--Aristotle
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