Monday, September 01, 2014
About a year ago, I started bleeding. Considering it had been about five years since the chemo put me into early menopause, I knew this was cause for concern. I saw my primary doctor, who thought my Tamoxifen dosage might need to be adjusted, so I made an appointment with my oncologist.
When I told dear Dr. Kunta what was going on, he whipped out his iPhone and called over to the women's center in town, saying, "Tell them I'm sending her over there now." I hopped in the car, drove across the street, and after an ultrasound and a biopsy it was determined it was nothing serious. The doctor wanted to see me every six months to keep an eye on things.
Fast forward to this August. The ultrasound showed a cyst on my right ovary has gotten bigger (the bloodwork came back normal, thank goodness) but since I'm not using it we're going to yank it. I'll be going in for laprascopic surgery on Wednesday (the fun part is you have to prep for this surgery like you're having a colonoscopy. Guess who's having a big dinner tonight?)
I think the thing that bugs me the most is not being able to go to the gym for a few weeks. I've been loving my Zumba and Body Pump classes, and there's a group of us ladies called at the gym called Fitness Buddies. We root each other on, order t-shirts, have themed fitness classes, and in a couple of weeks we're taking our Zumba instructor out to go dancing.
So, hail and farewell to my right ovary. You've served me well, given me two children, and hardly a bit of PMS. You've done well.
Sunday, January 05, 2014
25 years ago today my husband and I were married. We have officially been together for more than half our lives. I've been asked the secret to a long marriage. I think the true question is "What's the secret to a happy marriage?" People can be married for decades but be miserable and unwilling to do anything about the situation. There are couples who have a wonderful marriage until the untimely death of a spouse just a few months after the wedding. It's quality, not quantity, that matters. People assume if you've been married a long time you must be doing something right. That's not always the case.
I've read all sorts of quips on marriage: Marriage is hard work. Marriage is not 50/50, it's 100/100. Marriage is not about you, it's about the other person. For me, I've taken the definition of a good marriage from a line in the Tom Cruise movie Jerry Maquire: "You complete me."
My husband and I are opposites. He's outgoing, a player back in the day who thought nothing of partying all night and getting to work hung over. I'm a bookworm, a good girl who got to bed on time and always did her homework. We've had many a fun giggle over how I caught his eye...I was the complete opposite of the girls he used to go out with. While I think opposites attract (think James Carville and Mary Matalin) there must be common ground to build a good foundation. We have similar political beliefs and opinions and enjoy traveling and kayaking. We like spending time with each other, sometimes on marathon sessions of Skyrim (I can navigate, but he has to fight my battles). We are each other's best friend, but not our only friend.
It hasn't always been easy. We've had some tumultuous times in our marriage. Sometimes I doubted if we would make it. But over the years I've realized that my husband supports me no matter what. When I started on Sparkpeople.com and began my weight loss journey he weighed out four ounce portions of ground beef so I had the proper size hamburgers for meals. When I came home after my breast cancer diagnosis and cried on his shoulder he hugged me and said, "Okay, what's next?" When I dumped my purse on the bed one day after work and announced I wanted to go to grad school he researched laptops for me and helped me study for the GMAT.
He has my back and he knows I have his. I asked him for this blog what I did for him. He's not into specifics. He couldn't name off things I've done for him like what he's done for me. He did say that I put up with his crap and I make him happy.
He completes me and I complete him. As I told a young friend of mine, "I keep him grounded and he lets me fly."
Happy anniversary, honey.
Friday, November 22, 2013
I've talked about my desire to find a new career. I've been applying for jobs, searching on LinkedIn, networking. But nothing.
I've had two opportunities come my way through friends at Toastmasters. One is to handle PR for a mobile app that's being developed, and another is to be campaign manager for another friend who is running for city council.
Both of these are great opportunities and I look forward to learning a lot.
Sunday, September 08, 2013
Let's set aside the fact that I REALLY enjoy Body Pump and the changes I'm noticing. I'm getting more toned! Recently my gym switched up their fitness classes, and my Wed evening Body Pump class has been replaced with something called Triple Fit, which is more cardio (balancing on bosu balls, jumping off risers, etc) and not a lot of strength training. It seemed liked a good class, and I tried it, but I won't be going back. That's not what I'm trying to work on now. There is a Friday Body Pump class (AT 6AM!!!) that I may have to force myself to go to. I did some hand weights on my own, but it's not the same.
Fortunately, my Saturday morning Body Pump class is still on, followed by Zumba, and I get a little antsy when circumstances arise that I can't make it. Tuesday evenings I also take Zumba. The Tuesday instructor, Marienela, is a tiny little thing with the energy of a five year old hopped up on cotton candy at Disney World, and I still haven't figured out what she's shaking to move the way she does. When I leave her class on Tuesday, I KNOW I have been worked hard.
Saturday we planned to celebrate my birthday after my workout. The Zumba instructor on Saturdays (right after Body Pump) is fine, but she's no Marienela. I had pretty much made up my mind to skip the Zumba after Body Pump so I could get home and cleaned up and start celebrating my birthday (We went kayaking this past Sunday, so I thought I was good with exercise for the week.) I had my water, my lift gloves, my yoga mat, and my towel, and I was headed out the door when I heard the lovely accented voice of Marienela, who was filling in for the instructor who normally taught Saturdays.
I didn't even think. I spun around, dumped my stuff in the corner, and got in the middle of the dance floor in my usual spot. I took a peek at the people who normally come to the Saturday class but not the Tuesday class and had a private giggle, thinking, "You have NO idea what you are in for."
Later, I realized what happened. I saw the opportunity for a hard workout and I took it. Imagine that.
I had my Body Pump with Becky, Zumba with Marienela, a gift of a new Samsung Galaxy 3 (still haven't figured out all the bells and whistles) and dinner with my husband and son at Bonefish Grille (took home half the meal, thanks Sparkpeople!) Overall, it was a great birthday.
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