Ponderize, Week 3

Ponderize, Week 4: "The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life." Job 3:4

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Fire Station Tour

Parker's preschool ended in May, but the moms decided that those precious few preschool hours each week were too good to give up, so we decided to do a preschool co-op over the summer.  Here in Mexico, North, we have year-round school, so the summer was only seven weeks long.  We decided to do it just one day a week (Tuesday) for three hours.  There were five moms that participated and we each took one Tuesday to host.  The remaining Tuesdays we went on a fire station tour and had an end of preschool party in the park.  

On my hosting day we learned about the letter P.  We learned about penguins, did a pumpkin craft, practiced patterns, did P.E., and ate pudding and popcorn.  


Here they are practicing making the letter P out of play dough, paper clips, pretzels and poofs.


The kids loved the fire station and the firemen did an amazing job with the kids. 








Monday, August 3, 2015

Appointment #9: The Biopsy

Not a very fun experience.  Even today (two and a half weeks later) my boobs are still a sickly green color from the bruising.  I won't to go into all the details of the drilling and coring, but I will say that lidocaine has a prominent position on my Things Most Loved list.

What they biopsied was a benign adenosis.  In adenosis the little sacs that make breast milk are enlarged and/or there are more than normal.  The radiologist that performed the surgery said it's nothing to worry about, so we're all done with these appointments for now.  Yay!

Monday, June 22, 2015

Breast Cancer Screenings

I feel like a lot of what I say on this blog is about Parker and Kate.  And I like it that way.  They take up the majority of my thoughts and my day to day life revolves around them.  This post, however, is not about Parker and Kate.  It's about me.  And my boobs.  If this gives you the squeamies, then you really should stop reading right now.

I guess you could say I have a history of breast cancer in my family.  My mom was diagnosed at the age of 25 and lost her battle with breast cancer was she was 27.  Her mom (Grammy) was diagnosed at 66 and is currently cancer free!  Grammy's mom was diagnosed when she was 44 and died when she was 45.  Her mom (my great-great grandma) died at 56 of "pernicious anemia," which apparently is a catch all diagnosis and there has been some suspicion that she may have actually had some form of leukemia.

I think I was around 21 when I got my first breast ultrasound and I've had several since then.  It started getting a little tricky when I got pregnant with Parker because you can't have any screenings when you're pregnant and you have to wait six months after you stop breastfeeding before you can get screened again.  So, the window between when I stop breastfeeding and when I want to get pregnant again is rather short.  I knew that I'd have a lot of initial appointments with various doctors because I'm new to Kaiser (my healthcare/insurance provider).  Well, kind of new.  Actually, I'm a returning patient after a several year hiatus.  Anyway, I knew I'd have a lot of appointments, but sheesh, I feel like we're starting to verge on ridiculous here.  So far, these are the appointments I've had:

Appointment #1:  Met with my primary care doctor for an ultrasound referral.  She also referred me to see a genetic counselor to discuss genetic testing.  This is the one and only appointment I took Parker and Kate to.  They were less than angelic.

Appointment #2:  Went in to get an ultrasound, but was turned away.  Apparently they no longer perform ultrasounds as an initial general screening.  They weren't sure how I slipped through the cracks and the appointment got scheduled, but the radiologist told me that they only do targeted ultrasounds if, after getting an MRI, something suspicious is found and they need to follow up with an ultrasound to get a better overall picture.

Appointment #3:  Meeting with a genetic counselor.  I filled out a questionnaire prior to the meeting and during the appointment she asked me for further details and recommended that I be on Kaiser's high risk breast cancer screening regimen.

Grammy has gotten genetic testing for the major breast cancer genes (BRCA1 and BRCA2).  She does not have a mutation of these genes and so it's assumed that I don't either.  In the next month or so she'll get tested for a host of other breast cancer genes.  If she does not have a mutation at these gene sites, it will be assumed that I don't either, but if she does, then I'll also get genetic testing done.  The genetic counselor said that based on the early onset breast cancer of both my mom and great grandma, she strongly feels that the breast cancer is familial and due to a heritable gene mutation.  Purely based on my family history, she said that I have a 34.1% chance of developing breast cancer in my lifetime.

I am happy to get the genetic testing done, although I'm not sure how much that information will change my approach to managing my risk.  She did mention that if they do find a mutation, insurance is more likely to cover the cost of a double mastectomy, but she also said that based on my family history alone, I could fight for coverage of the procedure.  Maybe if I knew I had a mutation I'd be more apt to do it sooner rather than later.  I don't know.  I want to be able to breastfeed my babies.  Paul is all for a double mastectomy.  He calls my boobs the ticking time bombs.  I know they cause him stress.  He has recently lost sleep over all of this and told me that he has a plan for what he'll do if I die.  Ugh.  So morbid.  This may all be harder for him than for me.  I have had an entire life time (well, since I was four) to consider the possibility of getting breast cancer.  It's kind of a new thing for him.  For the most part, I feel like if I'm going to get breast cancer, let's just shoot for early detection and deal with it from there.

Because there is so much research being done on breast cancer, she said that I should check back with her every two years to see if there have been any new gene discoveries that I could potentially get tested for.

The genetic counselor said that I should definitely get an MRI.  However, the official referral had to come from a "breast care specialist," so the genetic counselor gave me my next a referral.

Appointment #4: Appointment with Breast Care Specialist.  This woman was awesome.  She's a nurse practitioner and will be my "go to" from here on out with regards to all things breast cancer.  She explained that I should meet with her every six months unless I'm pregnant or breastfeeding.  She gave me a referral for an MRI and said that I should plan on getting one every year (unless pregnant or breastfeeding) and that once I'm 30 years old, I should get a mammogram yearly as well.  Mammograms aren't a good diagnostic tool for dense breast tissue so they aren't generally recommended for women younger than 30.

Since women at risk for breast cancer are also at risk for ovarian cancer, she also put in a referral to see an OBGYN to discuss a hysterectomy.  After, of course, I'm done having children.

She gave me a referral for an MRI and explained that I would need to get a blood test done prior to the MRI appointment.  They inject you with a contrast dye during the MRI and your kidneys need to be working properly to flush the dye out of your system.

UCSD does the MRI because Kaiser does not have an MRI machine for breast screenings.  She said that if the MRI found anything, I'd know within a few days, otherwise it might take several weeks before I heard from her.

Appointment #5: Blood Test. (My kidneys work!)

Appointment #6: MRI.  I have to say this was not the most fun thing I've ever done.  You lay face down on a table with holes cut out of it where your boobs go.  You are instructed to not move for about 40 minutes and then they push the table back into this cave thing.  Even with earplugs in, it was very loud and the machine shook at times.  I kept thinking that if there was an earthquake I'd never know.  At around minute 30 my face really started to hurt and I was wishing I could just adjust myself to get a little more comfortable.

Appointments #7 and 8: A few days after my MRI I got a call from a Kaiser scheduler saying that I needed to schedule a follow-up ultrasound for both breasts.  I scheduled the ultrasound and then called my Breast Care Specialist to get more information on what the MRI results were.  She only works part time and I wasn't able to get in touch with her before my ultrasound.  Those few days before the ultrasound were a bit nerve wracking.  It's like when you first find out you're pregnant- you just can't stop thinking about it.  I kept going over different scenarios in my mind.   I knew that MRIs are very sensitive- they pick up any lump and bump in the breast that are not necessarily cancerous, and are known to give false positives.  So I knew that a follow up ultrasound was not necessarily a bad thing, but it also wasn't a good thing.

UCSD had ordered the ultrasound for 10:00 on my right breast and 12:00 on my left breast (i.e. location, not time).   A technician did an initial examination, printed off some pictures, then went and showed them to the radiologist and he came in and did the exam himself.  He explained that USCD wanted a biopsy done of what they found through the MRI.  There are two choices when doing a biopsy: you can either do an MRI-guided biopsy, or an ultrasound-guided biopsy.  The MRI one is more difficult and less comfortable for the patient and the ultrasound one is relatively simple and not uncomfortable, so the hope was that whatever it was that they saw would be visible on the ultrasound. He said that he couldn't see anything.

He then recommended that I get a mammogram done.  It would help him to have an overall picture of my breasts.  A mammogram is more discerning than an MRI, but often doesn't pick up on very small tumors.  Even though I'm relatively young (dense breast tissue), he still thought it would be a good choice.  So I said, yes, Doctor, I'm ready to get my boobs squished! and I got the mammogram done right then and there.

Surprisingly, the mammogram didn't hurt at all.  Once the radiologist looked at the x-ray, he came in to discuss it with me.  The first thing he said was, "Your breast tissue actually is not dense, so the mammogram worked really well."  Now, I have to say that whenever doctors would talk to me about younger women having dense breast tissue I would think to myself, "Man, if what I have is dense, then old lady boobs must feel like a bag of applesauce."  So when the radiologist said that to me I thought, "Yes, my bra that's working overtime to keep these ladies off the floor could have told you that."  Truly, breastfeeding has not been kind to my physique.  Anyway, he said that he couldn't see anything on the mammogram either, which I guess is a good thing.


The next step is to schedule an MRI-guided biopsy and then hopefully that will be the end of things for awhile.  Yes, it's been a lot of appointments, but I'm really grateful that the doctors are being so thorough.  What's really great about Kaiser is that they as a healthcare system are the providers of their own insurance, so it's beneficial for them to keep you healthy.  I've hardly had to pay anything out of pocket and I have had a positive experience with all the people I've met with.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Swimming Lessons

Parker started swimming lessons a few days ago.  In the past six months or so, Paul and I have brought up the idea of swimming lessons with Parker several times, but we were always met with extreme resistance.  He likes swimming, but is very careful to not get his face wet.  Before Kate was born taking a bath was a chore, but now that they play while they bathe he enjoys it.  I didn't want to force swim lesson; it just seemed like a battle I wasn't quite up for.  Eventually I would have forced it (I think every kid must take swim lessons for safety reasons), but I was hoping that he'd come around by himself.  Anyway, a couple Saturdays ago Paul went surfing and Parker wanted to go.  We told him that he could go surfing once he took swimming lessons and learned how to swim.  That did the trick.  I signed him up as soon as I could before he changed his mind.


I have to admit that on that first day I was a little emotional.  He's growing up and doing things that he didn't think he could do and it just makes this mama so proud.  Good thing it was bright outside and no one saw me getting misty behind my sunglasses.  About halfway through the lesson they threw rings out into the pool and the teacher took each child individually to "dive" for the ring.  She put the ring on her foot and lifted up her foot so they didn't have to go very deep.  When it was Parker's turn I whipped out my phone to capture whether or not he'd actually put his face under the water.  He did it!  Go Parker!


Tuesday, May 26, 2015

My Sister the Esquire

Erin graduated from law school!  This is such a huge accomplishment and I'm so proud of her.  Not only did she make it through the three grueling years, she excelled.  She was on the dean's list several semesters and was recognize at her gradation for the extensive hours of pro bono service she gave.

Parker, Kate and I flew into Boise the Tuesday before the graduation and then drove to Moscow with my Dad on Friday.  With all our potty breaks, what we thought would be a 5 1/2 hour drive, turned into 7 hours.  We had considered driving up early Saturday morning (the day of the graduation), but I'm glad we didn't!  Paul flew into Moscow on Saturday.  We picked him up from the airport and if we had blinked at the wrong moment, we may have missed it!



Before the ceremony started, we decided to run a few laps to get the wiggles out.







I guess we need to go over the rules of racing again with Kate.






Here are the graduates walking in... Duhhhhhhhhh da da dahhh duhhhhhhhhhhh  duhhhhhhhhhhh...


The purple cord signifies her pro bono service.  (You have to do 80+ hours to get a cord and Erin did over 120!)



Getting hooded:





The ceremony was short and sweet.  Afterward there was a reception with hors d'oeuvres and cookies.  Here's Erin with an "I" cookie (for University of Idaho).


After that we had dinner and took lots of pictures with our lady of the hour.  I think we had a group of about 16 and it was so nice to get to chat with family and friends that we hadn't seen in a while.

Four generations!






I love this picture of Erin and her boyfriend, Joe.  Carl started humming the wedding march and we were all cracking up.

Congratulations, Doctor Erin!

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Last Day of Preschool

Today was Parker's last day of preschool until it starts up again in the fall.  I think I've mentioned it before, but Parker LOVES preschool.  The days that he doesn't have preschool he asks how many days until preschool day.  While we were in Idaho this past week Parker told me on several occasions how he missed his preschool friends and asked if I thought that they missed him too.

Here are his preschool friends and his teacher, Miss Lydia.  Three of these kids will start kindergarten next year, which I'm sure Parker is devastated about.  The two littles are not in preschool, but I know they wish they were!

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

So Cal Anniversary #7

It's hard to believe that we have lived in southern California for seven years.  I probably would not have marked this anniversary in my mind at all except that we moved to Los Angeles on Cinco de Mayo.  As we pulled up to our new apartment the air smelled of Catholicism and cervezas.  After hitting traffic a few miles outside of LA, we arrived much later than planned- I think it was 7:00 or so on a Monday night and no help awaited us to unpack our truck.  We had asked for help from the trusty EQ, but apparently we didn't coordinate things very well, and we were left to unpack the truck by ourselves.  This was the pre-baby-FJs era, so we didn't have that much stuff, but I recall having back problems for several months afterward.  Sometimes I think I'm strong, but this senorita is just not cut out for moving couches, refrigerators or hundred pound tables.

We finished unpacking and were left with the dilemma of what to do with the truck.  Somehow we had neglected to print off the address and driving directions for where we were to return the truck.  We found a phone book at a 7 Eleven and hoped that by looking at the addresses it would jog our memory as to which one we were supposed to return the truck to.  Then, since this was before smart phones and our GPS,  we would call that location and ask them for directions.  Well, our memories were not jogged and I think I had the bright idea to take it to the airport (for which we had seen several signs on the freeway) because surely there would be a Budget rental office there and if nothing else, they could look in their system and at least point us in the right direction of where to go next.  We went to the airport, but for whatever reason we couldn't get through the gates, or something... the details are a little hazy.  By this time it was past midnight and we decided to try again in the light of day.

We drove back to our apartment... our apartment that only had street parking (if you just had a minor anxiety attack over the term "street parking," you're probably one of our LA friends) and after driving in circles looking for a spot, we ended up parking the truck in a grocery store parking lot that had signs every fifth spot or so that designated the lot as for CUSTOMERS ONLY! and we were assured that our CAR WILL BE TOWED!  We set our alarm clock for 5:00 am and went to retrieve the truck before (we hoped) it got impounded.  (Side note: I consider myself to be a good driver.  I have never received a moving violation, but by the time we moved from Los Angeles, the amount we had paid in parking tickets was over $1000.)

The heavens took pity on us and our truck was still there in the morning.  I can't remember exactly what happened, but Paul was able to get in touch with Budget and we drove to the proper location, though not directly.  I do know that we drove in a lot of circles and I silently cursed Paul every time he took a wrong turn.  (I was following him in our car and was still a novice with the stick shift.)  If I had been able to lift that truck over my head, I would have thrown it from the street into the Budget parking lot and ran from it as fast as I could.

I guess you could say we had a bit of a rocky start to our California journey, but it has only gotten better since then.  With some sadness (bless you, Idaho)  I have to admit that I have lived in California longer than any other place, and by almost double!  This Cinco de Mayo we commemorated the Battle of Puebla and our So Cal anniversary with tacos, churros and a toast to many more happy years in the Golden State.