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Prosciutto Wrapped Melon & SpaghettiO’s

Summer has been heating up in Colorado, and by the time dinner rolls around, the last thing I feel like doing is making a heavy meal. I usually cook something substantial for the boys, but I’ve been trying to make simple and lighter food for myself. 

Today while I was grocery shopping, I spotted some natural and organic prosciutto.  I immediately thought of one of the tapas I love most from the Mediterranean Restaurant in Boulder.  They wrap prosciutto around cantaloupe, and top it with grated Parmesan cheese.  I thought it would make a perfect light dinner.  Pictures of the final product I made tonight:

As I sat down to eat with the boys, who were eating turkey, noodles, cheese, and melon, they asked me in their most critical voices, “What in the world is that?”  As if I had just picked through the trash can for dinner.  I launched into my explanation about how wonderful prosciutto is. 

I told them it is Italian ham, and asked them if they wanted to try it.  Of course, they refused.  I explained to them the salty flavor of the prosciutto mixes perfectly with the sweet melon, and the cheese gives it just a slight bitter taste.  I told the boys this is one of the best dishes which blends three flavors flawlessly.  I asked them again if they wanted to try it, and they looked at me like I suggested they ride their bikes to the moon.

Cole then said,” Mommy, do you know what I am going to make when I grow up?”  I was excited- I thought I sparked his culinary imagination. 

“What?” I asked him, eagerly.

He smiled at me from ear to ear and then replied,

“SpaghettiO’s.” 

I have never served my children SpaghettiO’s.  Up until tonight, I didn’t think they had ever heard of, seen, or (gulp) tasted SpaghettiO’s.  How could my son compare a perfect real-food dish to SpaghettiO’s? 

I almost cried into my prosciutto wrapped melon.  But it would have made it soggy, and I wasn’t going to have two tragedies in one night at dinner. 

Hopefully one day when we are all eating real Italian food, I can tell them this story and laugh.  I hope for my kids, appreciating real-food is an acquired taste.

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Leap of Faith

 

Our summer so far has been very busy.  Compared to last year, though I’m not complaining, but when I envision summer, it seems like life should be moving slower, and it shouldn’t be so rush-rush- every day.

Someone once told me as your kids get older, life gets busier and that seems to be the case.  I’ve been working, juggling daycare, and trying to plan some fun activities for the boys.  I have also had to start looking around for a new place to live once the house we are living in sells.  There has been a re-organization at work, and it just doesn’t seem like there are enough hours in the day to get everything done that I have and want to get accomplished.  It is really overwhelming at times, realizing it is just me now.  I don’t have any safety nets- if I don’t succeed in balancing work, finances, time with the kids- Ryan and Cole will suffer.  The practical, over-planning part of me feels like I should work as many hours as I can, and then some. 

Recently a good friend, who is a single mom of four, told me what she regretted.  She said once she was divorced, she panicked about finances, and she made that her goal. She figured if she was okay financially, she wouldn’t be so stressed and it would mean security for her and her kids.  She says though she really missed a lot of time with her kids, and they all suffered.  She says she will never get that time back with her children, and the financial security came at way too high of a price.  She told me no matter how crazy things seem to get, keep my kids as a priority, and everything else will work out. 

So keeping that advice in mind, I am happy the boys and I have been able to do some fun things so far this summer.  We’ve been swimming a lot with my sister and her daughter- the boys’ cousin.  Last week when I was working and our childcare provider was on vacation, my sister took all the kids to the zoo, and they had a blast.  Yesterday I was able to take the boys to see a local production of The Music Man.  We have a camping trip with my dad, (Papa Dan), planned for July, and some vacation time planned.   

In less than two months, school will start and Ryan will be in school full-time.  Cole will be in preschool, and I will be working more hours.  It is the end of an era for us.  My kids and I will all be starting new chapters in life, and making adjustments.  I am very grateful it seems like it will be good timing for everyone.  

As I think about this last block of time we have- it really is a gift.  I have been so fortunate to be able to share the majority of these early years with my children.  With all the difficulties in the last year and a half, the highlight has been being able to have time with Ryan and Cole. 

There are a million things I should and could be doing this summer.  It is hard for me to not have every detail planned out. This is a very hard “leap of faith” I’m taking, but I believe it is the right step now for the boys and I. 

But for the next two months, I’m not going to worry or stress.  I’m going to get done what I need to, and enjoy the time with my children.  I’m believing as my friend advised, put the kids first, and everything else will fall into place. 

My friend, Steve, has a great blog- Fleur de Life.  He ends every post by tying in what he wrote about as the Fleur de Life-the important things that really matter.  I love the quote below, and to “borrow” from Steve- taking a leap of faith…-it is the Fleur de Life!

  “When you come to the edge of all the light you know, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught how to fly.” –Barbara J. Winter 

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Cancer Surgery- One Year Later

One year ago today, I underwent a thyroidectomy (complete removal of the thyroid) surgery, and a neck dissection to remove almost all of the lymph nodes in my neck, because I had cancer.  (You can read more about the surgery here, After Thyroid Cancer Surgery. I have posted some other pictures at the end of this post, I thought may be helpful to others who are facing a similar surgery.)

A lot has happened during the past year.  At the time it was my biggest challenge.  Cancer is a big deal.  Even thyroid cancer, which most every doctor will say is the “best” cancer to have is a major, life changing event.  I haven’t talked to one thyroid cancer survivor yet, who hasn’t experienced some type of problem, or issue with their recovery.  For me, it was a mistake the endocrinologist’s office made, and I ended up without any thyroid replacement hormone (usually synthroid) for three months.  I developed severe hypothyroidism.  There were some days, I could not physically get out of bed, and I felt like I was 100 years old.  I had extreme pain from the surgery still, and I was confused, exhausted, and I could barely function. A year later, the left side of my neck is numb, and I still have shoulder pain. 

I receive e-mail’s weekly from other thyroid cancer survivors who are on synthroid, but the dosage is wrong, and they are experiencing hypothyroidism.  It paralyzes your life, and for me, the surgery ended up being the “easy” part.  When any organ is removed from your body, and a drug has take over the function, there are going to be complications.  Fortunately for me, when I finally was able to take synthroid, after radioactive iodine (RAI), my dosage was correct the first time.  I felt better hours after I took it.  One year later, I still have not had to have an adjustment in the dosage.  My doctors tell me this is extremely rare.  However, I still feel like I lost three months of my life.  Time with my boys, I will never get back. 

Four months after my surgery, I started running.  I was going to run in one 5K race- the Race for the Cure for breast cancer.  I enjoyed it, and it gave me a new appreciation for my health and fitness.  I think it is very important to become active as soon as you can.  It helped me get out of a “cancer patient” mode, and on to the next stage, which is a new life- cancer free.  Running made me strong again, physically and mentally.  I could not have known at the time, how strong I was going to have to be, in the very near future.

At the time I was diagnosed with cancer, I had been separated from my husband for three months, and in the process of divorce.  It was not an easy divorce to say the least.  There was a small “break” if you can call it that, while I was recovering, but after the RAI treatment, the divorce continued, adding an enormous amount of stress to my life.  I had a friend tell me after cancer, getting divorced would seem like a vacation, but this sadly, was not the case.  There wasn’t anything I could do, except plow through it until it was over.  The divorce was finalized last month, at the end of May.  Divorce was far harder emotionally than cancer had been.  

But the hardest thing- harder than cancer or divorce- was the unexpected death of my mother in February of this year.  It is the most devastating thing to lose a parent.  My mom came out last July (she lived out of state), a few weeks after my cancer surgery, to help me recover.  At this point,  I had hypothyroidism, and she took care of me, and Ryan and Cole during my parenting time.  It was one of the last times we had together.  I saw her for a few days at Christmas, and then I watched her die.   

Her friends all came to visit her, and they told me how utterly worried and scared my mom had been over my cancer.  My mom had never let on to me she felt that way.  She had always been so strong- always telling me I was going to beat cancer, and I was a very healthy person.  Her friends also told me how distressed she had been over my divorce-over the tactics that were being used, and the high stress I was under.  Again, she never let me know she was feeling like this.  She gave me strength and encouragement to keep going.  She told me all the stress the divorce was bringing to me was like cancer itself.  I could let it consume me, or I could fight, and beat the stress- knowing there would be a bright future when it was all over. 

I had seven days with my mom, while she died.  A day and a half later after I had returned home from her death, I had to jump right back in to divorce mode, and meet with a child family investigator (CFI) and a forensic psychologist for interviews and psychological testing.  These interviews and tests would result in parenting recommendations for the judge in the divorce case to consider.  This was in March, and cancer seemed like it happened a million years ago.

Now it is a year later from that day.  A year ago, I thought having cancer was one of the worst things that could happen to me.  Over the last year, I have learned-harshly-there are worst things than cancer. 

I remember thinking if I could get through this cancer, I could get through anything.  In a way I was right.  It turns out, cancer was the “easiest” of the three things I faced during the past year. 

I would not have gotten through any of this without my family and friends.  I hope I tell you enough how much I appreciate and love you all.  You are the ones who got me through this past year.  From the moment I checked into the hospital a year ago, to just the last few days- thank you for being there for me when I needed you.

For anyone who is reading this, who has just found out they have cancer, is going to have to have cancer surgery, or is recovering from thyroid cancer, there will be good days and bad days.  Don’t let the bad days devestate you.  Cancer changes a lot about your life, but you also have an opportunity to really see a lot of love and support around you.  It teaches you to let go of the small stuff, and to just enjoy the days you are given. 

Some of these days will be dark.  Some of these days you are going to have to fight with every ounce of strength you have just to get to the next hour.  Some of these days you will have to let other people help you, because you won’t be able to do it all.  Some of these days, you will have to let things go, and be okay with just being.  Some of these days you will question if it is even really worth it.  When you realize, without a doubt, yes it is- then the clouds start to fade away.  Instead of feeling weak, you feel strong.  Instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you feel grateful you are alive.  Instead of feeling guilty, you feel content.  Then you will know in your soul you have beaten cancer, and it is far from the end- it is your new beginning.

 

One day after surgery, recovering in intensive care, 6-13-2009

My scar, seven days after surgery, 6-19-2009

My scar, one year after surgery, 6-12-2010

6-12-2010

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Blogging and Divorce

If you have been a reader of my blog for awhile, or know me, you know that I have been in the midst of a divorce for a year and a half.  Last week after a trial, it was final. 

I’ve debated over the last year and a half, on how much I should blog about the divorce, and what was going on with it.  I felt like some of what I was experiencing could help others in similar situations.  But because of the nature of it, I decided the less I wrote about it, the better. 

One thing that surprised me somewhat, but probably shouldn’t have, was during the court trial, my ex-husband’s attorney threw out quotes from my blog, and mentioned some of the things regarding my health, and running that I have written, in order to portray me negatively in the manner she needed to.

As I sat there listening to her use my announcement that I was cancer free, and the information I have shared about running, to make her case, it was unsettling.  I wrote those things, and shared them to help other people, and to let other cancer patients know there is hope and life after having cancer.  Perhaps I was too naive- I didn’t think what I wrote would be turned and twisted around by an attorney, who was trying to show I don’t work full-time for my own selfish reasons. 

I know the reasons I haven’t gone to work full-time since my cancer recovery, and they have nothing to do blogging and running.  They have everything to do with my boys, and my being available for them-especially while their parents were getting divorced.  That might not make me the most successful person in my profession, or have me earning the most money I possibly can, but it has provided my children a sense of stability and normalcy through the divorce. 

I know I made the right decision for Ryan and Cole.  I will never look back at the last year and a half, and regret I didn’t have a full-time job.  I will remember I was there for my kids so their routine was not drastically changed.  I will remember I was there on Ryan’s first day of kindergarten.  I’ll remember standing at the bus stop with Ryan each morning and being there every afternoon when he got off the bus, until he gained the confidence himself. I will remember his smile when I volunteered in his classroom.  I will remember helping Ryan with his homework when he came home, having a snack with him and Cole, and talking about our day.  I will remember on the two days off a week I had, the one-on-one time Cole and I shared.  I will remember drawing, coloring, and baking with him.  I will remember playing farm, village, and fireman.  I will remember reading books to him, and going to the park.  I will remember talking to the boys about divorce, and the feelings they were having.  I will remember I was available for them during this incredibly difficult process. 

It turned out to be the right decision for me not to blog any specifics about the divorce.  My advice to any other parents who are wondering if they should blog about their divorce- don’t.  Written words are so easily twisted and taken out of context. Be there for your kids, and do what you need to do for them.  When it is all over, what is really important- and all that matters anyway, is you were there.

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Happy Fourth Birthday Cole!

Cole is four today!  It is hard to believe that four years has already passed.  We had a fun celebration on Friday.

We spent Thursday night with Ryan and Cole’s three-year old cousin, Maelin.  They played outside, rode bikes, and then watched Music Man.  It was neat seeing the kids play together.

On Friday, I took the three kids to the Children’s Museum in Denver, because that is what Cole wanted to do.  They played and enjoyed the brand new bubbles exhibit.

Then we went to lunch and ate mac & cheese- Cole’s favorite.  Maelin gave Cole a claw gripper toy, and he absolutely loved it.  He said “I’ve been waiting year after year, after year for this.” After lunch we went back to Maelin’s house, the kids took a nap, and then played some more before it was time for us to go home.

Cole is such a little boy.  His middle name should be mischief, because he is always into everything.  Cole also has quite the memory and sense of humor.  He remembers so much.  He also likes to tell jokes, and make people laugh.  He’s very good with impressions.

Cole is so sweet and lovable.  He still crawls in my bed with me every night in the middle of the night.  He wraps his arm around mind, and goes back to sleep.  In the morning he wakes up with a smile on his face, and tells me he loves me.

Cole has also amazed me this year by reading Ryan’s kindergarten readers.  He has picked up several of them out of his brother’s homework folder, and can read them!

Cole’s favorite food is still noodles and mac & cheese.  His favorite snack is goldfish crackers.  He likes cooking and baking with me, playing farm, fireman, and riding his scooter.  He wants to be a farmer when he grows up.

Cole often says he misses his Nana.  I recall my mom was the only one besides me, that could hold Cole when he was a newborn baby.  He cried and cried if anyone else held him.  When my mom came to visit, one month after his birth, she took Cole from me.  I warned her he was going to cry.  I was pretty surprised when he didn’t. In fact, he laid peacefully in her arms for hours.  They had a unique bond.

A few weeks after my mother passed away, I made chile rellenos for the boys.  I didn’t put chiles in theirs, and they liked the crunchy shell and melted cheese.  Cole then said, “Nana loved chile rellenos.” This was true, but I had never told the boys this.  I told Cole Nana did, and asked him how did he know.  He said if he thinks, he can hear her voice in his head sometimes.  I can’t explain it, but I think it is very special.

Cole and his Nana- June 22, 2006

I’m so excited to see how Cole grows and changes this next year.  Holding him in my arms, seconds after he was born, four years seemed like a lifetime away, and yet it is here.

I love you, Coley.  Happy Birthday!