Breast Cancer: Awareness & Hope

If you’ve been a reader of this blog for awhile, you have seen the word “cancer” pop up more than we’d like.  But cancer is, sadly, a fact of life.  It is a fact of most people’s lives at some point.  We are all affected.  We lost Emily’s mom to ovarian cancer 25 years ago this month.  Three years ago my dad battled (and beat!) prostate cancer. And when our friend E was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in January 2011, you, our wonderful readers, pulled together to help.  And she is now cancer-free and doing great!   Last month she even guest-posted here to raise ovarian cancer awareness.

Now, in October, we move to focus on the kind of cancer that takes the lives of more women than any other – breast cancer.  I remember back in 2002 talking to my mother-in-law one day, when she casually mentioned she’d had something show on her mammogram, and was going to have a biopsy.  “My mother had something like this, and it was benign,” she said, “I’m not really worried about it.”  So I wasn’t, either.  When the results of her biopsy came back that she did indeed have a cancerous lump in her breast, we were all shocked.  We just didn’t expect it to be anything! Optimism was the word of the day!

Thank goodness, because my mother-in-law was good about getting her yearly mammogram, the lump was detected early, and was able to be removed with just a lumpectomy.  She had to have six weeks of radiation but after that has been cancer-free for ten years!

The lesson here is obvious: early detection is HUGE.  If you are of age and/or have family history of breast cancer, GET YOUR MAMMOGRAMS!  And if you, like me, are still considered too young to need a mammogram, then DO YOUR SELF-EXAMS!

And we’re all being proactive about our own health, we can all take advantage of practical ways to help defeat breast cancer for good.  This month, “Pinktober” as some call it, you will see store shelves lined with pink-packaged goods – products you use everyday that will send some cash to breast cancer research if you buy them.  P&G Beauty is making it super-easy to SAVE while you GIVE: With their GIVE Hope brandSaver coupon inserts that were in the paper on Sunday October 2 and will be out again on Sunday, October 16th.  For each GIVE Hope brandSaver coupon redeemed for the great P&G products you know & love, two cents will be donated to the National Breast Cancer Foundation!  The couponer in me LOVES this practical way to give back!

And that’s not the only way P&G is helping out this month: During the month of October, you can receive a $10 rebate  with the purchase of $50 worth of P&G Beauty products, including Venus, Olay, Secret, CoverGirl, Nice ‘n Easy, Pantene, Safeguard and Ivory.  You can find the rebate form here. Your rebate will also trigger a $10 donation to NBCF!!  $10 for you and $10 for NBCF,  just for purchasing these great P&G Beauty products!

Finally, here’s one more way to help, that the social media lover in me thinks is awesome! Simply “like” the P&G Beauty Facebook page, and for every “like”, P&G will donate ten cents to the NBCF to further their goal of EARLY DETECTION!  How awesome is that?? Ten cents per like, I REALLY “like” that!

Do you have a breast cancer story to share?  Leave a comment with how the disease has impacted your life, or what steps you take to make sure you are proactive about detection.  I’ll be giving away a gift basket full of P&G Beauty products to one randomly drawn commenter!  You can enter through Friday, October 14th at 5 pm EST.    Good luck, and let’s make a difference in the fight to END breast cancer!

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I am being compensated for this post by the Motherhood, Hearst, and P&G.  But it’s all me, baby!

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Memories…

At what age do kids start forming memories that will stick with them?

More specifically, do people remember things that happened when they were three and a half?

My sister was born when I was 21 months old and I have one memory of that event, so I guess I can answer my own question. Which means only one thing.

Sam is going to need therapy.

You see, Tuesday morning I had a doctor appointment – my annual visit to see the ob/gyn. It was early, I was going to head straight to work after it, and for the sake of convenience and because I didn’t have tons of other options, I took Sam with me. I brought my iPad, a couple smart phones, and told him to sit quietly.

I didn’t give it a whole lot of thought while it was all taking place, but now I am worried that it may have traumatized him – or, more accurately, will traumatize him in the future when he looks back on the time he said “Mommy, why are you naked?” and then proceeded to chat about dressing up like Captain America for Halloween while the doc was doing her thing.

This is not going to be good, people.

I mean, imagine if your husband had memories of seeing his mom get a pap smear.

**shudder**

Yeah. So if Sam catches The Gay, we’ll know why.

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Stuck in the Muddle

One of the things that I hesitate to say out loud, but I’m saying it,(because really, what’s the point in pretending to be something I’m not?) is that I am so much happier now that school is back in session.  Let me just say that I believe 100% that me being a stay-at-home-mom at this time in my life, in my kids’ lives, is the best thing for my family.  I’ve realized that this is especially true in light of Sophie’s developmental delays.  I have worked my butt off in the past year to help her get caught up, and it has taken a lot out of me.  But she’s doing so amazingly well, and I know my being home and being able to work with her has played a big part in that.  So I know I am supposed to be home now, and to be 100% honest, I want to be home now.

And yet.

This summer, with a baby in the mix and two big kids constantly begging for attention or bugging each other, I nearly lost my flippin’ mind.  It was just not good.

My hats off to you homeschool moms, because if I had all three of my kids underfoot by myself five days a week, well, let’s just say it wouldn’t last long, because I’d be in the loony bin before you can say “xanaxicity“.

When my kids are gone part of the day at school, we enjoy each other more.  That’s just the way it is.  I must admit over the summer I raised my voice and said in frustration, “You guys are driving me crazy!” or “You guys are making me nuts!”  way too many times.  I just lost it.  There comes a point when I can take no more and I got there a lot this summer. And when Bobby got home, I wanted to go hide by myself and just be ALONE.

And while I have a wonderful husband who is a wonderful father, he will never understand what it’s like to be me, and I will never understand what it’s like to be him.  So when he sees me lose my cool, he generally does not understand.  But he’s just seeing that moment.  He hasn’t seen the twelve hours of incidents leading up to that, all the times I’ve been pushed and pushed and pushed.  He just sees it when I finally pop.  To him it’s the first time a child has committed the transgression in question, when in actuality, it may be the fifth or sixth time.  In any case, it’s one time too many.

So anyway. I’m admitting all that, but I’m still not sure what it says about me.  I just think when you have little kids in your face all day, it’s difficult.  And I love love love love LOVE them am doing the best I can to love the crap out of them, but sometimes I get tired of being a live-in (unpaid) servant, of the adult ADD that I’ve gotten from not being able to, for the love of all that’s holy, finish one. single. task. without being interrupted, and I LOSE IT.  Now that I’m in the throes of blissful fall, I’m realizing more and more how I spent the bulk of my summer in a state of anxiety and panic, mixed with frustration and anger.

I’m already saving my money so that the big kids can go to a week or two of day camp at Joshua’s school next summer.  Not kidding.  I’ve been amazed at how happy and efficient I’ve been this fall, and I’ve gotta figure out a way to make next summer better than this one that has just passed.

So.  Feel free to judge.  Or to admit you’re just the same. But that’s where I’m at.  Now, I’m off to enjoy my 2.5 hours of only having one kid home while I can.

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