Archive for March, 2010
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  • Mar, 10

Good news is good news.

My doctor called me at home last night to tell me that my mammogram looked perfect.
I remember once my childhood GP called me to tell me my tests for something had come back negative and I was blown away. It seems like often they’re too busy, but I sure like when they do that instead [...]

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  • Mar, 10

ice cream

So I have to confess that my doctor sending me for followup testing re: that spot on my breast quite freaked me out. And if you googled my symptoms, you would not find the nicest breast cancers to be scared of (evidently there are 14 different kinds). And did you ever get the email forward [...]

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  • Mar, 10

Hannah likes olives

There is never a home improvement project that we discuss or even undertake that doesn’t seem to launch twenty other undertakings.
For example, at our last house, we had this dinky little island and everything in the kitchen was laminate or thermofoil. And we really wanted to make the island bigger. We’d say, “it could be [...]

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  • Mar, 10

Freaks

Hannah is really particular and even in a good mood will boss us around mercilessly. Lotsa parents, I’m sure, would have bunches to say about this - but we’ve two older ones that both exhaust us too much to fight with the little one and who also seem to be turning out okay in spite [...]

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  • Mar, 10

Painkiller

Doctor to me: I’m going to send you for an ultrasound on your breast just to make sure because it seems like a surface thing, but sometimes these things get missed for a while because people assume they’re surface things. But with the heavy periods and the back pain, you’ll just have to … you [...]

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  • Mar, 10

10 year old smack-down

Oh. My. God. Know-it-all ten year olds. All evening he’s been treating us to snide pronouncements on how to raise his younger sisters.
Both Ethan and Rachel had homework, but Rachel forgot hers at school. “Well,” (you have to picture the 10-year old hauteur implicit in his tone) “You shouldn’t have let Rachel use the computer.”
“She’s [...]

  • 10
  • Mar, 10

Back in the Summer of ‘69

“You’re working pretty hard at playing that drum.”
“Yep. Til my fingers bleed. …Though I guess that’s going to take a long time.”
“You might want to put some sandpaper on the head.”

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  • Mar, 10

a weird kid

Me: When I was a kid, I had to wrap myself up in my blankets with a certain system before I could go to sleep. It was designed for the maximum rolling without leaving myself uncovered.
Ian: Wow. That doesn’t seem like you at all.
I seriously don’t realize what a weird kid I was until I [...]

  • 03
  • Mar, 10

love something fiercely.

Driving the kids home this afternoon, Rachel was spoiling for a fight. She had a doll along so she looked Hannah in the eye and said, “MY baby,” hugging the doll to her possessively.
Hannah looked back at her and played along. “MY blankie!” she said, though with better humour than Rachel. And so it began, [...]

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  • Mar, 10

You aren’t proving anything.

Couple weeks ago I had a dream that I found a tiny lump in my breast. And then I groggily said to myself, “hm. I should make a note of that and investigate it properly tomorrow morning.”
When I woke up, I couldn’t remember if it was just a dream or not. And I couldn’t remember [...]