Last year was a very crappy Mother’s Day. I believe if history is to be told correctly, it should say that I actually cried. It seems that other than Paul, no one seemed to care that I was a mother who did anything. This year was a significant improvement! Woo hoo!!!! Two dozen pink roses, breakfast, spa day and … Continue reading
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So here’s the thing…
It’s very difficult balancing being an advocate while being a patient at the same time. The lines get blurred and in the end, no matter the situation, I’m still a patient and there’s no escaping that. I had the privilege to speak yesterday at the annual Mini Brain Tumor Symposium held at Winship Cancer Institute … Continue reading
Quick Hop Onto A Soap Box
It’s raining and it’s Monday. I’m moving a little slow and drinking copious amounts of coffee in an attempt to drown out the squeaky wheels in my head. Got to love it when the newly constructed joints in your skull pop around when you’re chewing breakfast. Makes for a very glamorous and irritated domestic goddess! … Continue reading
Being An Only
An acquaintance asked about my brain tumor and how my husband and family were dealing with it. It was an entirely unexpected question and caught me off guard. I said that Paul was simply the right guy for the job and that he has been a stable rock with an optimistic heart. She then asked about … Continue reading
Big Girl Panties
I had a choice to make last week. Endure yet another dental cleaning filled with inappropriate commentary about my brain tumor (story here), or pull on my big girl panties and address the matter head on. I pulled on my big girl panties, a bit awkwardly, but I did it. Finally. If not for the … Continue reading
Thievery
Before you start jumping to conclusions, our boys are not the thieves. I know it may appear logical to assume they might graduate into thievery after uttering lines like, “Big Fat Ass” (story here) and “Momma Said Knock You Out” (courtesy of LL Cool J), but no… we’re actually the victims. A petty theft really, … Continue reading
The Evolving Caveman
I’ve compared raising boys to the evolution of the caveman. At some point they stop picking their noses, get their hands out of their pants and are ready to be released into society with manners and a fresh haircut. Well, sort of. This morning, pre 8am with a hot cup of coffee cutting endless paper trains out of … Continue reading
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In my post Tactical Diversions and Spontaneous Entertainment, I promised to share more about what my “Magical Magnetic” experiences are like and give you a sneak peek. I hate to disappoint, but I have no superpowers yet. I still get smoked in Mario Karts by Tucker and to Paul’s disappointment, magnets when tossed at me, … Continue reading
The Inbox
I had the first of what I fear will be many emails about my boys and spontaneous naughtiness over the next decade or so. It was an email from Tucker’s teacher giving me fair warning about why he’d lost a jewel at recess. Starting each day with four, they can lose them for various infractions … Continue reading
For Those Who Just Must Know
Maybe it’s because I have two boys. Maybe it’s an undying curiosity and an inability to respect personal and private boundaries. Maybe I am too sensitive to the subject. Nevertheless, I am asked all the time if I want more children. If I want to try for “that girl”. I’m asked if three boys are … Continue reading
Sharing, Unexpectedly, A Story About Day 1
I volunteer my time as a Patient and Family Advisor for Emory Healthcare as a part of their Patient and Family Centered Care initiative. Working in partnership with administrators, physicians and nurses, I participate in the planning, delivery, and evaluation of healthcare at Emory. Simply put, it’s about including patients and their families as integral … Continue reading
Santa’s On A Budget
These are the weeks every year that my wallet bleeds. There are gifts for beloved teachers and school directors; happy and careful bus drivers; encouraging, hard working and dedicated tutors; there are the numerous school holiday party contributions; the holiday bonus/thank you check for the paper deliveryman who never fails to have my Wall Street … Continue reading
The Letter
I live in fear that someone will spill the beans to my boys and tell them I have a brain tumor, say that cancer or that I am sick. Paul and I decided not to not tell the boys anything when I had my surgery. Other than to say mommy was going on a trip … Continue reading
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