I had to share this blog from “That Anxious Mom”. I laughed out loud reading this one and prompted me to write up a short blog. Please, never stop sharing your daily lives. ~Lynn
Kids are so weird. Baby Girl often changes her name depending on what she’s interested in and wants us to call her that. She has been Charlotte, Wilbur, Marshall, Lucy, Elastigirl…it does not stop. Sometimes she’ll keep the name for days or weeks. (Like the time she wanted to be called “Miguel” and insisted on […]
I just want to thank you all for sharing your kids and their antics with me (ok, with everyone who reads your blogs).
As a mom of five, I can empathize with a lot of what you are going through. I can also be very grateful that most of your stories are now behind me. Granted, I’m heading into my last set of teen years, but the little one stories are behind me.
Some days, I’m feeling completely out of sorts and reading how your children are driving you and/or their siblings to distraction with their every day perspective is wonderful. It’s just the pick-me-up I need.
So again, thank you and please keep sharing. One day, you’ll look back on all your posts and show them to your kids’ future boyfriends/girlfriends or just take a stroll down memory lane. You’ll be glad you documented all that they said and did.
Today makes two weeks since the hoop-jumping commenced. I did as I was required; saw my PCP to get an oncology referral (even though my insurance knows I have cancer).
My PCP claims they called me to say the referral was approved and to call the oncologist. That was pure fabrication. I only found out, because I called a week after the appointment since I hadn’t heard anything.
This past Monday, I called the oncologist’s office and was told they hadn’t even reviewed the file yet. They couldn’t tell me how long it would take for the doctor to review the file to see if she could even treat me. She only reviewed files in between seeing patients.
Now my PCP was told I was having anemia symptoms, yet she didn’t flag the file with any urgency. She put it through as a basic referral. This is the problem with using a PCP for conditions they don’t treat. If they are to facilitate care, then listening to the patient would be a good place to start. If the patient deems the situation as an issue, then the doctor has an obligation to process that information accordingly; especially if they are symptomatic.
My energy levels are falling. Day to day life is becoming more and more challenging (again). Yet, I sit and wait because the medical profession has no sense of urgency. I’ve upped my caffeine intake and back to taking naps the second I get home from work.
When will doctors get a clue they are messing with people’s health by their lack of concern. They aren’t battling a life-threatening disease. They aren’t waiting in limbo to see if the cancer has spread or new cancer has emerged. They have all the time in the world (at this point).
Yet, I and so many like me, are dependent on a broken system that doesn’t value life. This is our reality. We struggle, we worry, we pray and we just wait.
I love Indian food. However, it’s not always gluten-free (cross contamination issues at a restaurant). I also am doing my best to stick to my vegan diet, especially at home. That being said, I have noticed a lot of vegan dishes use chickpeas because of the high protein content.
I have several Indian spice shops close to home so I enjoy shopping there for my spices and I also buy organic chickpeas there. I simply soak them and cook them to add to a variety of dishes.
Last night, as I was labeling and refilling my spice containers, I thought of matar paneer (peas and cheese). I had considered using tofu as the paneer substitution, but not a huge tofu fan and I didn’t have any on hand. Then it hit me…CHICKPEAS!
I quickly assembled my ingredients….oil (just a bit), onions, garlic, spices, tomatoes, water, peas and chickpeas. There might be an ingredient or two missing, but those are primary ingredients.
I quickly whipped of my vegan version of one of my favorite Indian dishes. As the rest of the family was already having rice with their dinner, I borrowed a scoop to serve with my modified, now vegan dish.
While I do miss the paneer (cheese), the chickpeas work really well as a substitution. I am looking forward to trying to make more Indian dishes with chickpeas.
I am employed, full-time, outside the home. I am also a home educator for my daughter. This post is to show working parents you can work (if need be) but still provide a quality education to your child(ren).
Home education, in general, is time consuming and hard work. In addition to reviewing curriculum, reviewing coursework, grades (if you’re required by your state) and teaching your child. Throw a full-time job into the mix and it’s downright tiring.
Yet, I wouldn’t change our educational journey for the world. It’s time that I get to spend with my daughter. Granted, she’d rather be watching BTS or whatever music group has caught her attention, but it’s precious to me.
So, how do we make it work? When she was younger, I would send work with her that could be done independently, while at a sitter’s house. Now that she’s older, we go over “homework” that she will do while I’m at work. She also has daily chores and she has to clean whatever mess she makes in the kitchen.
In addition to the basics such as history, English, math and science, Bible, she practices her guitar. Some nights we dance to YouTube videos, she practices skateboarding or uses the Xbox for physical education. We read books aloud and discuss them. Once I, or her father arrives home, she is allowed to get the laptop out and log in to do her Spanish lessons.
A typical Wednesday goes like this:
- I work
- She calls me to check in (and clarifies any homework problems)
- She practices guitar (daily)
- I leave work early to pick her up for guitar lessons
- Thirty minutes later we head home to prepare dinner
- Depending on what dinner is, we may have time to read a chapter or two from our current literature selection
- She helps prepare dinner and/or sets the table
- We eat as a family and then we clean up the kitchen
- Education resumes – time to review the day
- I look at each assignment. If there were problems (say with math) they are addressed
- We cover new assignments
- Discuss her day
While this may seem like a lot, it’s not too bad. No two days are the same. We adjust as the schedule as life plays out. When I had to have surgery, she brought her books to the hospital and yup, her education continued. Flexibility is something you have when home educating.
While cooking dinner we discuss the food we are preparing. Since my daughter has a huge cancer risk (my side of the family is riddled with various forms), knowing what foods offer and how a our bodies process varies nutrients is always forefront in our home. I am on a special diet, so she learns what different herbs, spices and vegetables have to offer.
Above all, education is more than books. I will not say it’s easy. I will not say there are days I want to give up. There are days my daughter is less than cooperative. When all is said and done it boils down to learning how to have life skills, learning to communicate effectively and knowing the quality time is irreplaceable.
I reactivated my old Facebook account. I knew better…but, I did it anyway.
I have a very hard time with Pinktober. It has nothing to do with raising awareness for breast cancer. It has to do with a large number of organizations and companies cashing in on cancer. Losing my middle sister to breast cancer and knowing my younger sister is fighting the same strain has made me more vocal. To some, I’m jaded.
People need to understand there is not equal medical treatment, insurance or affordability nationwide. That being said, I DO NOT agree to universal health care. I am merely pointing out what I know as fact in California.
I will not tolerate “breast cancer awareness cookies”. Making cookies in the shapes of obnoxious looking boobs or making them looked squished (like a mammogram would do) is not ok in my book.
Now, I worked full-time through my chemo treatments. I was out of work a total of two weeks and that was to have the tumor removed. I still worked, every day; from the hospital and at home. I could not afford to live on disability. Reluctantly, I had to start a gofundme account to pay for chemo. I couldn’t afford it on my own. I deleted the account after my last chemo payment was made. Oh wait…most people don’t know my husband was out of work for two months last winter; and was taken by ambulance and hospitalized. Nothing like more financial strain….
As you know, I recently had to purchase another vehicle. I chose a sports car. I was upside down on my trade, I had horrible credit. The fact I was financed was nothing more than a miracle. My car looks nice, but in reality, it’s the same price as a Honda. I figure, I’ve lost so much to such a horrible disease, have been through hell this last year, it’s time to live. At this point, I do not know if I live to finish making the car payments. That’s MY reality.
Yet, someone still felt the need to sit in judgement of me. Saying my car is too nice. Those mods I’ve done are expensive. Well, my husband has a challenger five years older than mine. He did a lot of the work and had spare parts. He’s also been doing show cars for over 25 years and has a lot of industry friends. We don’t pay full price for anything. I also work two jobs. That’s right. I have had cancer for a year, been off chemo for six months and picked up my second job three months after finishing chemo.
I was basically called a scam artist for having two separate parts of my life judged as the same; chemo payments and car payments. What gives anyone the right?!
Am I jaded about the medical industry – DAMN RIGHT I AM! I also have good reason. I have not been shy about what I have gone through. I do not have great care. I am not a good patient and have been punished for that. I have been punished for demanding that doctors and their staff allow me to be in control of my body and treatment.
I can’t stop anyone from judging me, but I’ll be damned if I am to keep quiet on the medical world’s shortcomings or the scams of Pinktober. Just because it’s pink or coming from a charity, does not mean their intentions are good or the true patients are receiving anywhere near what is being collected.
If you are God, you may judge me. If not…a little empathy and allowing me to vent won’t kill you. But by hell or high water, you are not entitled to judge me (or anyone else; for that matter)!
Last week was challenging for me in almost every aspect. I chose to believe a little cheat on my diet wouldn’t do too much harm. Add dealing with my mom’s (Heavenly) birthday, dealing with meeting a new PCP (primary care physician) just to get a referral (which is BS in general), exhaustion, choosing to try takeout instead of making food and had a couple alcoholic drinks, I was a mess.
Needless to say, I felt even worse for my stray to my old ways. My mind, working overtime, took my better judgement and drop-kicked out of the window. I managed to gluten myself, eat food I knew better to consume or just plain didn’t eat.
Being gluten-free and (mostly) vegan, it’s not easy to just grab a snack. I need to carefully plan my meals and snacks. I tried to pretend I didn’t need to. I know better than to think like that.
Yesterday, we got out of town, for the day, and went to Roseville. It’s a city past Sacramento and where we eventually want to move to. We chose to let Yelp choose where we would eat lunch.
I found this little gastropub, called The Brickyard. It offered a bit of everything. However, I was super excited to see they offered Beyond the Meat (vegan) and had gluten-free buns. I could have sworn a light from above was shining on me and I heard the angels singing. I have yet to find a restaurant where I don’t have to modify the food or just stick to a salad.
After a bit of confusion on malt vs balsamic vinegar for my salad (had to explain why I couldn’t have the malt vinegar) one of the staff and I were talking. She was a complete stranger who completely validated my health concerns, eating a vegan diet and homeopathic care as she personally had experience in this are.
She is controlling her own illness through diet. It was what I needed; understanding when most people aren’t. I wasn’t a “problem customer” to her. She was someone who hasn’t seen me struggle or was taking pity on me.
My husband, at one point said, “you’ve cheated before, just eat the dressing”. I had to remind him how sick I was last week and I can’t continue that behavior. He goes along with my eating habits for the most part. Although, I will eat eggs now because he was worried about my protein levels. It wasn’t worth the nutritional argument. It was his way of showing concern. A couple eggs won’t hurt my diet.
We went shopping last night. I bought food to prepare and more veggies. Prepped all my meals today. I even broke out the juicer and made some (mostly) carrot and pineapple juice. I drank several cups. It was if my body was saying, “ahhhh….that’s the stuff!”
Needless to say, I’ve regrouped and now am refocused. We all fall. We all have challenges. We can let them break us or we can get fortify our mind, bodies and souls. We can use that fortitude to help others when they stumble.