Showing posts with label LeAnn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LeAnn. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

I deserve a treat

About every 16-18 months I get a Breast MRI.  This was my 3rd.  My last one resulting in a biopsy, that was negative.  I don't know the results of this one yet.  

Breast MRI

A breast MRI captures multiple images of your breast. Breast MRI images are combined, using a computer, to generate detailed pictures.Magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) of the breast — or breast MRI — is a test used to detect breast cancer and other abnormalities in the breast.
Breast MRI usually is performed after you have a biopsy that's positive for cancer, and your doctor needs more information about the extent of the disease. In certain situations, such as for women with high risk of breast cancer, breast MRI may be used with mammograms as a screening tool for detecting breast cancer.

So why?  I have a strong family history.  My sister died of breast cancer in 2003 at the age of 44.  I have already lived 6 years longer then she did.  It's very humbling.  My mom has had it also and is doing great.  My theory is not if but when I get it.  I don't live in fear but I am proactive to detect early.  I'm always checking myself.  If you don't, then learn.  It's easy.  Before you jump in the shower or in the shower and before you know it it becomes a no brainer.  
The only picture I have of her right now.  I am in the process of switching laptops.

Here is the contraption you lay on with your boobies hanging down through the holes.

Kind of like this.

It takes 30 minutes.   I ran that morning and premedicated with some anti anxiety medicine.  I still feel like I was hyperventilating.  And you can't move at all. You can't even take deep breaths.   That's why I deserved a treat!


And they were delicious!
Yes, I was driving the Shaggin Wagon.  My car went in on Wednesday and it wasn't done going to be done until Monday.

I can't remember how long the results take to come back.  You know what they say, no news is good news.  I can't have any positive results during this training anyway.  
What is your favorite treat?
Cancer - do you get or plan to get mammograms?
Blog on...........

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Never Ending ....Nightmare??

Lets face it.  Losing weight is a constant thought/battle for most women.  I remember as a freshman in high school and thinking how I never had to diet.  I was tall and lanky.  I wish I would have appreciated my body then instead of trying to hump my back over to be shorter.  I still battle good posture!  Well, about 6 months after I said that, to myself of course, I started to feel a little chunky.  Chunky as a freshman in high school is over 120 lbs at 5'6" going on 5'10"ish.  It was February and I had over indulged during Christmas.  


That was the beginning of my body self awareness nightmare!  I also thought it was caused by Karma because I thought someone looked fat.  (SEE...I've always been the follower!) 


I can't say that I was pushed too much by magazines ads or TV.   I didn't buy 17 magazine as much as I bought Tiger Beat because the BeeGee's were Hot hot hot!!!  It was probably aggravated by being in the middle of two sisters.  My older sister was extremely competitive and it wasn't until years had passed and a few "ah HA!" moments did I realize I didn't need to be competitive back.  I must also state that my sister was 5'6" and I swear she had a very small frame.  I was 5'10" and although very thin, I had a medium frame and very large feet!  (I'll save that subject for another post).   


To discuss everything in the middle would come out like an encyclopedia series.  I had years of body love and years of body hate.  If you look at pictures of me taken throughout that time you will see that I am mostly a great healthy weight.  Unless I'm holding a baby.  I gained 27 lbs in one month when I was pregnant.  SCORE!  


So it comes down to now.  I'm 47 years old and I'm about 20lbs over the weight that I love to be.  Top that with the fact that I have to be weighed at my new job in December pushes me into yet another diet extravaganza!!  I secretly hope to loose the full 20 lbs but i'm more then certain I will be ecstatic with a good 15.  Since turning 40 it has been such a struggle to stay at a certain weight and then to loose it is SO painful!  What am I going to do when I'm 50??  Should I be saving for plastic surgery??  Maybe I should cut off my kids college money!  This is serious folks!


The big problem is, I don't really look fat.  Yeah, I have a picture or two of my muffin top gleaming in the sunlight, but overall I am well within the healthy weight range for my height and age.  I exercise.  The least I exercise a week is only running 6-8 miles.  I am always in search of healthy food and alternatives for myself and my family.  So what is it?


I can tell you:  chocolate, cheese and anything carbohydrate.  Add a hefty dose of salt and BOO YAH!   I'm excluding vodka, because it is clear and you can't see it.  Plus I only have about 1-2 drinks a week and only when my hubby makes them because I am a very lazy drinker.  


So I start again. Looking up healthy recipes, logging every calorie burnt and eaten.  Making my food intake and exercise a large part of my life, oh yeah.  Can you read the excitement in my words.  I feel hopeful since things have slowed down in my life a bit.  The Ragnar was run and run well, my knee is getting better and we organized the office so I wouldn't go totally batshit crazy.


Work, well that is going to be a challenge. It's hard to pack for 2 days of eating.  Then, when we are off for 12 hours I can only think about spending money or eating. Driving back and forth the almost three hours is a chore too.  Luckily I have started trying some alternatives that have shed a little ounce of hope on my quest.  Instead of eating chocolate, salt and vinegar chips and other delicious gas station assortments, I get me a SO delicious pumpkin spice coffee (ok, half pumpkin spice and half rocket fuel) and listen to a great podcast to keep my mind off food and on the road.    Mohrstories has got me giggling lately!


So, good luck to me.  I hope that I can knock off about 6 pounds before weigh in time, but since I hate being hungry I guess I'm going to have to get to the gym on a daily basis!  


Don't worry, I'm not posting my weight or my progress as some bloggers do.  That, my friends, will be a secret between me and flight management!!  


I use pics from Ragnar (see last post) because these are the most recent pics and I was insanely bloated.


 Well Hello Muffy my sweet muffin top!!  See how I try and stretch and hold it in??  
 

First pic is me handing off to the most fit person alive!  Jen C has had 4 kids and she has abs.  People, she has ABS.  Abs that you can see.  Bitch.  The pic of me in the yellow is the very end of the race and I don't look too bad, healthy, but you can see why I want tone it up a skosh.
Of course there is the HIDE it technique.  Hahaha.
Beautiful girls!




Blog On..................

Friday, September 23, 2011

Copy, Paste and Post. Because I can!!


An article that I found on KSL.
It's about my niece Stephanie's kids.  We have never seen them.  Ironic eh?  Sad, VERY.
I found this article at work and called my mom. I wanted her to see the pictures of the kids.  This stuff always brings back all those memories about when my sister died and how she was so robbed of raising her kids and seeing her grand kids.  This was the beginning of one of the weirdest 24 hours I've had in a long time.  (see next post)
PS. I saved the pics on my computer!  I'm sure that would chap Stephanie's ass!

MURRAY, Utah — For years, Dave Thacker had been haunted by an experience he had as a young father. At a business conference, he met a man who commented that he was glad his children lived out of state so he wouldn’t have to be bothered by his grandkids.
“When I want to see those brats,” the man had remarked, “I’ll go see them; I don’t want them coming to see me.”
That cold-hearted attitude toward the man’s grandchildren had bothered Dave ever since, and he vowed to become a loving, involved grandfather.
Now, more than 20 years later, Dave has lived up to that vow. He has forged a loving, lasting bond with his grandchildren — and it all started with running errands.
When Dave retired at a relatively early age, he found himself with extra time on his hands. Wanting to give his daughter-in-law a break from her three young children — now ages 7, 4 and 2 — he volunteered to take his grandkids one day a week.
“It is such a help for me as a busy mother,” Stephanie Thacker says, “and the kids look forward to those days with their Papa.”

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Two-year-old Collin, left, and 4-year-old Savannah, right, enjoy popsicles at Costco with their Papa Dave.

Dave realized he needed something to do when he was tending the grandkids, so he took them along while he ran errands. At first it was just "Papa Dave" and his second granddaughter, who was 3 years old at the time. A few months later, he felt brave enough to add her little brother, who was just 18 months old. When the oldest grandchild is not in school, she loves to come along.

Dave began taking the grandkids to Costco, and they soon developed a routine. Dave had items he needed to purchase with his shopping list, but first he would take the kids through the areas of the store they liked to see. The rules were, they couldn’t grab the merchandise and they couldn’t start asking for things for him to buy. If they wanted to touch something, Papa had to hand it to them first.
“We’d take a look at girls’ dresses, coats, toys, movies, children’s books, and I’d explain how things were made and where they came from in the world,” Dave says. “That gave me an idea of the children as individuals. I knew what they liked, and I knew their tastes. Sometimes I would go home and tell my wife about an item we could buy them for their birthday.”
After going through the areas the kids wanted to see, Dave found ways to make shopping for his items fun for the kids. When it was time to go in the refrigerated produce room and the children objected because it was too cold, he would say, “Okay, we’ll go fast. Ready? Here we go,” making a game out of it.

Shopping trips may not work for everyone, but the possibilities for creating special moments and outings with grandkids are endless.

When the shopping was over, once in a while when the kids had been especially good and it didn’t interfere with their mother’s plans, they would have lunch at Costco and the kids got to pick what they wanted to eat.

In the ensuing months the kids would say to their grandpa, “Let’s go Papa shopping,” and thus the name was born. He would let them choose which vehicle they wanted to ride in, most often choosing Dave's truck because had a better view from the back seat.
“They liked to drive a certain route, asking to go over the railroad tracks,” Dave says. “Little things like that make it more fun.”
These shopping days at Costco were so successful, soon they ventured out to other stores. Dave would save the weekly grocery shopping until the day he tended, looking for teaching opportunities to make the trip educational.
“Since I buy a lot of fresh produce, we would talk about produce and how good it was for their bodies,” he said. “They loved to go to Harmons because they have the carts that look like little cars the kids could sit in, and they got to drive around while I pushed the cart.”

Naturally, sampling cheese and bread was a favorite pastime for the kids, as was picking out a treat for themselves.
"I would give the 2-year-old an item for his very own, like a bottle of chocolate milk,” Dave said. “He proudly carried it throughout the store, then at checkout he would give it to the checker, she would scan it, then hand it back to him and I would help him put it in the bag. When we got home he couldn’t wait to dig through the grocery bags for his chocolate milk.”
Other days they would go to Walmart where he would let the kids look at the toys and sit on the bikes before he finished his errand. Going to Cabela’s became a real adventure, because they would look at the animal museum portion and feed the fish, then they would go upstairs and have a snack or lunch at the in-store restaurant.
“The kids especially loved the camping section because we camp together as a family,” Dave said. “They made a connection to happy memories spent in the mountains as a family.”
In the springtime they would go to garden centers and nurseries, talking about the different flowers and vegetables. When it was time to plant the geraniums for the front yard, he let them pick out the colors. Returning home, they would help him plant, creating a hobby for the kids and giving them something to do together.
“You wouldn’t think a 3-year-old could help plant,” Dave says, “but she helped me work the soil and pull the weeds as much as a 3-year-old can. And then when the vegetables are ready to be harvested, the grandkids feel special because they helped in the planting.” He planted a row of peas just for them, and the kids would pick them and eat their peas fresh from the garden.
A loving bond has developed between Dave and his grandkids. “It has given me an opportunity to know who they are and they have learned that they can trust me,” he says. If they have a moment in the parking lot before the children are in the car, Dave tells them to touch the side of the car so he can keep track of them, and they mind.


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"Papa Dave" has forged a loving, lasting bond with his grandchildren, 2-year-old Collin, 4-year-old Savannah, and 7-year-old Jackie, shown here while on a family trip to Disneyland.

“The 2-year-old never stops touching the car because he understands it’s a dangerous world, he needs to obey, and his Papa will keep him safe,” Dave says.

The kids haven't always behaved perfectly. On one trip early on, the 3- year-old had a near-tantrum in Costco. Papa Dave reminded her of the rules, but when she didn't behave he took her home right away. It was the first and the last time the children ever acted up.
People often stop Dave at the store and strike up a conversation, remarking on how nicely behaved or cute the kids are or how nice it is to see him shopping with his grandkids. Some are even incredulous that he is a male and that he is taking the grandkids on his own, especially when he has more than one child with him.
Remarkably, when the children are together on these trips they never quarrel. They obey, and they understand that grandpa is not there to buy them something. Knowing they weren’t there just for Papa’s errand and that they would get to look at things they were interested in gives them patience to quietly wait while Papa Dave gets his shopping completed. When it’s time to go home to their mother, they don’t argue or put up a fuss to stay longer. They have had a wonderful time, and they know they’ll get to do it all again next week.
These trips have become more than shopping trips; they have become special days spent with their Papa. A simple idea has blossomed into priceless experiences Dave will always cherish, and the children have taught him far more than he has taught them.
Even more importantly, he has learned that what children treasure most are not the things we buy for them, but the time we invest.


Kelly Thacker is a business owner and writer who has just finished her first novel.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

My sisters kids

Since my sister LeAnn died in 2003, we have had minimal contact with her kids.  Two of her kids were minors and the oldest was just not very nice.  I totally understand why they wouldn't want to hang with me, because I'm the only one that tells it like it is and doesn't let her (the oldest) take advantage of my family.  I don't understand why they wouldn't want to spend time with my parents.  My parents are so awesome.  I suspect it's mostly about money.   More then that then I am just speculating.  I do know that I walked into a couple of conversations while my sister was dying about how they were going to spend it.  My sister didn't die with much money and her inheritance of my parents money wasn't available because they are still ALIVE.  Our family trust is set up to protect assets and each kid only owns like 3% of the entire trust.  Then they spent the year or so after my sister died trying to fight the will which sucked all the money out and then they got jack.  SO, as per my previously mentioned post, I hope they enjoyed the fruits of their garage sale!
There are times that I Google the kids and see if I can see pictures or find them.  I believe they are all local.  When my nephew Zak was on a mission, he did send letters to my parents and even one to Jake, telling him to go on a mission.  Today I found this picture.

He has his dad's smile, but he looks surprisingly like my sister.  That was my initial reaction.
I wish I had a better picture of my sister.  I need to just have a scan-a-thon.


It's a complicated situation and I am never surprised when I see the things that happen when people die.  The desire for free money can be so overwhelming for some people it takes away their common sense.   I wouldn't pass it up, but working hard isn't a bad way to go either.


Blog on...........



Sunday, March 20, 2011

Memories

This morning my kids and I were having a conversation.  Well, Sami and Daniel and I were having one.  It all started when Daniel saw some vintage clothing I was looking at on Etsy.  He asked me if I would wear this 100% silk beaded dress from the 80's.  When I told him his granny wore that same dress only in peach to my wedding to his dad it started a long conversation. It was about death and memories.  Their granny died in 2000 and Daniel was only 5, Sami was only 7.  Unfortunately they don't have many memories of her and that makes me sad.  When I remind them of some things they will say, "oh I remember that".  The only really vivid memory Daniel has is when he visited her and she was sick in bed.  


My memories are full and awesome!!  I knew Lynne for 15 years and up until she became really sick she treated me with love and respect.  Bill and I had been apart about 2 years when she died and she was sick in the hospital for the last year.  That first year we separated, when everyone was taking sides and making judgements, she just treated me like nothing had happened.  She was kind and loving and her grandchildren were number one!  Period.  She worried about what schools they went too, if they were sick, who was taking care of them.  But not in a pushy way.  I remember I enrolled my kids in the school by her, which was a school district away from the one I lived in, but only about a mile away from where I lived.  Soon after the kids started school she became sick.  I never minded all the paperwork and bus schedules and after school care, driving the kids around because they were in that school.  Well, I can't say it wasn't hard and stressful, but I can say I didn't regret it.  I kept all the kids in that elementary school and when I moved from my duplex I found a house within it's boundaries.  In some ways it was because of Lynne.  She worried about the kids when we divorced.  Her life had it's bumps in the road and she spent a lot of time being the only parent to her boys.  She knew how hard it was.  


Being able to tell my kids how much their granny loved him is so soothing to us all.  When my sister died I was angry and sad, but I could accept her death because she suffered so much.  When it comes to Lynne I am still mad.  If that is the right word.  Of all the people in my life that could have made the biggest impact on my kids It was her.  When I was having trouble with Austin in his teens, I missed her so much and knew that his pain from loosing her was more then I could ever imagine.  He was super close to her and to this day I can see his eye's smile when he talks about her and then turn sad.  


So today my kids and I talked about the things that we have that no one can take away.  That is the memories we have with each other.  When Lynne died I wasn't able to go see her or be involved in any way.  Bill's dad was not as open to having me around and to this day I don't think I have seen him but once and he has never talked to me.  The one thing I was able to do was go to the funeral.  I took my kids and I wasn't going to just drop them off.  I tried to stay close to them and yet tried not to upset anyone.  The one thing that no one can take away from me is memories. I may not have any special item of hers, but that's OK.   It's OK if Bill's new wife gets anything from her, because she has no memories and those are more precious then any THING. 


My sister died and my mom and dad and all her brothers, me and my sister all got together the day she went on hospice.  Dropped everything and were there.  No ifs ands or buts.  I love that about my family.  We made a calendar.  Someone would be there 24/7.  I took a leave of absence in my senior year of nursing school and my school was very accommodating.  Her kids were young.  They were only 14, 17 and 20something.  I can't really repeat what she said about some of her kids because if they got word of it they would probably try and sue me or something.  But let's just say that her 14 year old son was the only one that appeared to really care.  He didn't care about what she would inherit or what he would get when she died.  He just loved her.  A lot.  


So my sister died after 6 days on hospice and my dad and mom (who had taken care of her for years!) started meeting with funeral homes and putting the funeral together.  It was beautiful.  We included her kids to the maximum that they wanted to be included.  We even included their dad because they wanted him there, but that is a WHOLE other post.  Within days of her dying they were clearing out her stuff and waiting for her big inheritance.  They became angry when told there wasn't one and next thing you know they were not talking to anyone in my family and threatening lawsuits, etc.  So, they held a garage sale.  They sold all of  my sisters stuff that they could.  They did not invite my parents, they did not care.  After that we were welcome to go and see if there was anything we wanted that they could not sell.  I picked up some cushions that we used when we would sleep on the floor by her bed.  I love those cushions.  I wish I could give them up.  I just remember once LeAnn made a weird sound and both my brother Brad and I popped up to check out if she was OK.  I still remember seeing my brothers face across her bed. Now THAT is a memory.  It makes me smile and cry at the same time.


The memories I have with my sister are forever mine.  That last week I spent there taking care of her.  I was there almost all the time.  The last sister to sister conversation we had on her bed.  The priceless advice she gave me.  Her opinion on the way she wanted her funeral and "stuff" handled.  It's all mine baby!  No matter what her kids or anyone else tries to alienate from me they can't take that.  If they don't want to be a part of our family then they are missing a family that would never turn their back on anyone, no matter what they did.  I hope they can languish in that money they made at her garage sale.  Because money doesn't buy happiness, ever. 


Long post for some disjointed and emotional thoughts.  
I think it's good to write it out sometimes.  Someday I will do a post..."Satan: he roams the earth" that will be about my sisters ex husband.  I don't even care if he finds it and reads it because it will be all truths.  
The day after she died I went to meet the hospice nurse to return all the stuff and we wasted all the narcotics etc together.  I also gathered up some stuff that we thought important.  I also ran across ALL the letters Satan wrote to my sister.  Unfortunately my sister had a "pleaser" personality and would just file them and be upset by them.  I would have gotten a restraining order.  He was a mean, heartless SOB.


Ok, I'm turning a beautiful post into a hate post and I don't want to do that!


To the memories!  May they be bad, good or indifferent!  To those we lose too early..let us never forget what no one can take away from us!


LOVES AND HUGS!!!


Blog on.............

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Past Life?

So my nephew is going on a mission.
I went to my sisters house to support him as he opened his calling papers. He's going to Paraguay. Sweet, another Spanish speaking family member.
My sister also posted a picture of me in my younger years with a Farrah Fawcett hair-do and a BYU T-shirt.

It all starts up and feels black and white instead of kinda grey. That little line of what I thought and what I was and what I am and how I think is very intricate. All night at work I have felt like I had to explain myself to people when I really didn't have to.
"My nephew is going on a mission, but I'm not Mormon."

I couldn't help myself. It just tumbled out EVERY time. I tried not to say it and I couldn't stop it. Of course I was working at my 2nd job and people there don't know me too well. They don't know about (whispering) BYU and all that stuff. I'm super proud of the decisions I've made over the course of the last 15 years and how I have stayed true to myself and my heart. I feel this inner peace/calm that is amazing. I know exactly what I believe.

Then everything clashes and although I don't change what I believe, I start feeling this righteous indignation about my childhood. As time goes on and I raise my own kids, the feeling gets stronger. Seriously? My childhood was fantastic. My parents made me go to church. I can think of worse problems. That's is what they thought was the very best and it is still what they think is the very best. I think they are still scratching their heads about where things went wrong.

My parents were exceptional in that I was allowed to play with kids of all religions and I never heard them judge. My grandma and great grandma were super gossipers and I never remember my mom gossiping. Very loving, family oriented and hard working parents.

They are awesome, don't forget that.

So are my kids.

I guess I did OK. So far.

Sorry to get your hopes up if you thought this was a "coming back to the fold" post. That would be funny though. I wonder what my husband would do?
My kids would kill me.

Is religious beliefs, family and being right a proper blog subject??
....maybe.....
Unfortunately I can't make this picture any bigger on the blog. Look at those eyebrows! My sister LeAnn taught me those skills! Perfect feather hairdo. I love the trivets and the salad spoons on the wall!!! Makes me giggle.



Blog on!!!

Monday, May 10, 2010

Race for the Cure 2010

Matt, Sami and I headed out Saturday morning for some 5K action for the Race for the Cure. It wasn't any time setting type of run, but it sure was fun. Just seeing all the groups running together and reading the memories/celebrations on everyone's back was great. It was definitely humbling. The amount of people affected by breast cancer is just crazy! We ran in memory of my sister LeAnn and in celebration of my mom, Marcene. Let's just hope that they will make leaps and strides in treating this cancer before my sister or I get it!!

Great thanks to Sami and Matt for running it with me. Actually, we all ended up running pretty much alone, since we are all at different levels of fitness. It was still fabulous!

















We ended our experience with a delicious breakfast at Coachmans! YES!

Blog on..............

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Taking control of my cancer risks.

It has been over 14 years since my sister LeAnn was first diagnosed with breast cancer. She fought, won a 5 year reprieve and then lost a few years after that. She died in 2003 at the age of 44. I will download a pic of her soon and for those who didn't know her will realize the great loss she was. When my mom had a fight with breast cancer about 18 months ago, that was what threw me over the edge of fear. It's not a matter of IF I will get breast cancer, but when. Because of that and the fear I carried, I have really taken a proactive approach and my fear is all but gone. When I get it, the odds that it will be early and treatable are high!

SO, for the last 12 years I've been schlepping myself to St. Marks women's center for a little grope and press. The same lady has been giving me my physical exam. At what point do I take her a small gift or thank you card?? Although, this year I think she is loosing her appreciation. It's the first time she didn't compliment how real my implants feel! The shame!

I don't mind it and I make the summer my time to get all those appointments out of the way that help to detect cancer early. I feel so much more in control!

This is a pic of my special bracelet I get to identify me and I'm reaching for what they call the "cape". I personally liked the little robes better but I guess in this time of recession they feel the need to use less fabric. This way you can wear it like a cape during the actual test. It's hot.


Unfortunately, a young nurse in our unit was diagnosed with Melanoma and it had spread. She had two surgeries and is now going through chemo. I thought the reminder was a great time to get a total mole check and get some moles off that were considerably irritated.
I had to take pics to send to Matt and my friend Jen Q.


Thumbs up for wearing a hospital gown! I had to keep the socks on, without them I feel NEKKID!!


OK, I know I'm odd. But I think it's ironic that I was in a hospital gown. It could be lost on me.
Stay tuned for the dreaded PAP! Hehe.......I don't think I'll be taking pics. Or will I??

Blog ON!!! And do all your cancer screening appropriate for you sex and age!!
MWAH!