Archive for February, 2010

Happiness is

…successfully pulling off the middle school production of School House Rock.  Because it did.  Rock, that is.  🙂

Listening to my daughter sing her homework instead of reading it.  (She so gets that from me.)

Realizing later that the tune she is using is Soak Up the Sun by Sheryl Crow.

Knitting the second arm of my mothers dress.

Drinking hot chocolate while the snow falls.



Happy Frakking Valentine’s Day!

So I volunteered at the boy’s Valentine’s Day party today.  They had all these cute little centers set up.  Make a bracelet for your Mom, toss the beanbag through the hoop, pin the nose on Mr. Heart – Man thing.  Lastly was a musical chairs like color game where you had to stop on a heart that was the color that your adult (me) called out.   The earlier players had listened to some fun guitar music, but apparently that song had ended.  When I pressed play, there was this awkward pause, and I kid you not, the next song was the theme from Battlestar Galactica.  The 80’s version.  I have to admit I laughed.  And was pretty much the only one laughing.  So I win the geek parent award at preschool.  Again.

Couric on Cancer at SU2C

There’s a sort of state of cancer address by Katie Couric posted over at Stand Up To Cancer.  It’s nice to see new therapies being researched.

Katie Couric’s Special Report on Cancer

Heart Nurse

Erin was pretty amazing.  She was a nurse and had two small children and a husband.  And like me, she was diagnosed with Stage III breast cancer in January 2008.  We met on the Young Survival Coalition bulletin board.  Her login was heartnurse, because she worked in the cardiology ward of her hospital.  Over at the YSC, it is common that women who are going through treatment at the same time create their own little treatment group and so we became the Moxies (because we started chemo in March.)  We commiserated about treatment, side effects, losing our hair and sometimes our dignity.  Also we talked about how we worried what our diagnosis and treatment meant for our kids.  She called me the day she found out she had progressed to Stage IV.  I remember being at a loss for words,  which is hard to fathom, I know.   When my friend sent me Tinkerbell wings, she sent me some extra for Erin’s little girl as well as a copy of the movie.   (She loves fairies.)  When her first oncologist told her she had a month left, she picked herself up and went to Chapel Hill for a second opinion.  That was last year. She did everything she could to fight off the beast.

She was a fighter.

She was a nurse.

She was a Mama and Wife.

She was a Moxie.

And now she’s gone.

Peace be with you Moxie-girl.  We miss you already.