Friday, August 28, 2009


Enough said! No more doctor's visits until 2010 - woohoo!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Summer Winds Down

Another August weekend over. One more to go before summer 2009 comes to end and yellow school buses once again fill the morning roadways. Time flies by so quickly, even more so when you spend it in the company of good friends.

Greg and I spent two sun filled days in Deighton, MA with Dean Robinson, his wife Beth and their three beautiful girls, Marissa, Izzy and Dana. Dean is the creator of "The Realm of the Rodent" - yes, the same realm on which Greg's book is based. The Robinson home is simply wonderful with a gorgeous backyard and pool. After a 6 mile morning run Saturday, the rest of the day we spent poolside. Dean's partner Jason joined us for dinner along with his wife Lisa and two more beautiful girls - Hayley and Ella. Thank fully Sunday is an "off day" for me from running so I spent another day lounging poolside as Greg went "turtleling" with Dean and Dana.
It was very relaxing - so much so I could forget about my upcoming scans, the fact that I face a very unpleasant day at work tomorrow (Long story - I am accountable for an issue impacting one of our clients and it makes me feel ill even to think about it...)

One highlight I must mention was Tacoma's attempt at swimming - yes, we brought Tacoma with us. Dean and Beth have two labs, Butter (yellow) and Raven (black) so welcomed our dog into their home. As we were enjoying artisanal cheeses and wine, Tacoma decided she needed to have some as well. Unfortunately we were all standing in the pool. She took a step towards us and next thing you know she was under water. Greg jumped in and pulled her out, needless to say she was a bit shocked as we all were!

The ride home was not the best but going south on Route 95 through Connecticut and Sunday in the summer is always bound to be painful. We hit a brief downpour but finished the ride under pink and purple skies.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Pink Honor Roll

Flight Deck
2008 Pink Honor Roll

Maurice DuBois

Dr. Richardson-Heron

On the evening of Wednesday, August 12th, Greg and I were invited to attend a celebration upon the Intrepid held by the NY affiliate of the Susan G. Komen Foundation. We were invited as I was one of the top 125 fundraisers from the 2008 Race for the Cure and therefore would be added to the "Pink Honor Roll". (I was #81!)

It was a beautiful night and we had not been to the Intrepid since its return to NYC. The ship was very cool - I highly recommend it to those of you who have kids as a "thing to do"! The evening was beautiful, the food and drink plentiful, and the cause one I hold very near and dear. I met the president of the NY chapter, Dr. Dara Richardson-Heron ( a 12-year breast cancer survivor) and the host of the evening Chanel 2's Maurice DuBois. Doing my best to get invited next year - the Race this year is September 13th!

Sunday, August 9, 2009

A Little Scare

Not sure if any "scare" should be classified as little, but for now that is how I need to think about the latest in my seemingly never-ending saga of dealing with breast cancer.

I had a visit with my surgeon, Dr. Shapiro this week. For the past two weeks, I have been experiencing pain and discomfort in the side of my chest that I had my cancer in. So much so that sometimes it interrupts my sleep if I happen to roll onto my left side. I originally chalked it up to my weight training plus amped up running mileage; (Marathon training has begun!) but it started to freak me out. Plus, I could swear I felt something there - something other than the scar tissue created from my lumpectomy. So off to NYC and the NYU Cancer Center Greg and I went.

Dr. Shapiro examined me and did admit I felt "lumpy" - how's that to start a girl's day? He did say he did not think it was a "horrible lumpy" but maybe just cystic tissue. He asked about my exercise regime and advised me to scheduled time with him once my sonogram and mammogram are completed on the 26th.

So I left somewhat conflicted: Should I be upset and worry until the 26th OR do I place my faith, as I have in past, on my surgeon and realize that if he thought there was something bad going on he would have had me scanned immediately? What to do, what to do. I am trying to go with the latter and keep on trucking through life until I can no longer. Some days it easy, others - not so much. Once again I thank my friends and family for rallying around me and checking in, my mom for the beautiful flowers and my husband for his unending patience and positive outlook. I have said it a million times and will probably say it another billion times more but, "this too shall pass."