Monday, April 5, 2010

Give it the One-Two Punch!


Just when you thought no one knew,
no one remembered or no one cared
...
You find that one little token,
one little thought
...
somebody remembered,
someone cared!

A bag was placed around the Darlington School's Silver Lake
in Honor of
...
Let's take-out Cancer,
Beat it...
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Fight it with everything we have!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

This Pilot's Packing

Recently I read a Blog listing tips for traveling successfully. Being a pilot’s wife, one would think I had traveling down to a science. No I don’t, but I believe my pilot husband does! Funny how people assume the spouse knows the details of the occupation held by their partner. When I travel, I typically travel for leisure which involves traveling with children … alone!
The first tip: Enjoy the journey to the destination as much as you will enjoy the destination itself.
This author apparently is not traveling with kids! Packing games, books, computers, iPods, Game Boys, DS’s, the list goes on … trying to occupy and help distract them from the fact they are sitting, touching one another, in a closed “container” for hours and hours. “You are in my space” will come out, not like adults, kids do not hold back! If the plane happens to have the TV built into the seat in front of them – I just want to say sorry in advance to the poor souls sitting in that seat - the games are touch screen, need I say more? But the plane ride is not the most stressful part of the journey. It is in-fact passing through SECURITY.
Problem #1 Security insists that everyone hold their own boarding pass. The likely hood getting through the whole security process and the child still possessing his or her boarding pass is simply mind blowing.
Problem #2 A parent’s eyes must travel from one kid to the next, keeping our possessions guarded, and taking shoes off, grabbing enough bins for shoes, computers, games and junk while the people behind start grabbing bins and start trying to pass us, while frustrations sets in. Scrambling to find the little bag of “liquids” and place it in the bin. If you fail to do this you might be “stripped searched” on the other side!
Problem #3 To add this to the mix; one of my children has a Medtronic Reveal “device” in his chest. OK first never, EVER call it a device in an airport! He must hold his Medtronic Card along with his boarding pass and enter a whole new line by himself. While I can see, but cannot hear, the security guards talking to him, they point to the back of our line and try to dismiss him. He holds his Pacemaker card up higher and then he receives strange looks as they finally read the card and take him past the line of scanners and continue to the area for a complete search.
Problem #4 This is the point where timing is everything. The plan is to get through the metal detector scanners at the same time my son does with his “Pacemaker”. I don’t like one of my children, being frisked and patted down while I am preoccupied with rustling two other children, our stuff, shoes, boarding passes and then repacking back packs. My eyes continue traveling from each child, now in two locations. TSI people questioning computers, lotion baggies, location of boarding passes and they want to see my ID again! While hearing, “Mom, he just cut. Mom they are cutting line. Mommmmm”
Problem #5 The lacking of total patience, may cause extra attention. Now that I must look like I want to slap the Security person, they decide to hand search our bags. Directing us over to another table, we now have items spread all over like a yard sale; while continuing to gather shoes, computers, baggies, cell phones, back packs and yelling instructions to the kids. Now the questions come from the TSA man that I just can’t believe: “Why do you have two computers, an extra backpack and two baggies of ‘liquids’?” Annoyed I snapped, “YOU have my third child, pointing over my shoulder, I have his things!”
Problem #6 This process took so many security guards away from their command post … my question would be: Did that cause or permit a “bad guy” to pass by security?
Lately I traveled alone for the first time in … oh maybe 21 years. I have to agree that I tried to enjoy the journey to my destination as much as I could. Even though I hate sitting for fourteen hours, I met some really neat people, read, listened to uninterrupted music, watched a movie and took a cat nap or two, taking advantage of my time alone. Besides my butt being incredibly sore the journey was, I guess I could say, enjoyable. Passing security was certainly a breeze childless. However, while going through the process I was able to observe some very interesting procedures. Because the fact that my husband is a pilot I couldn’t help but notice the airline pilots being scanned by security. They were showing their badges, bags being inspected and even opened then searched. What could the pilots be carrying or sneaking on the plane? What struck me is when I noticed one of the captains being searched. He was padded down and then the security guard used his wand and waved it over every inch of his body. As the pilot held out his arms I noticed he was packing. So really, what was the security guard looking for if the pilot was carrying a gun? Would a wand really find something worse than a gun? Will they take his razor away if they find one in his bag? A pilot – they are tested, licensed, certified, researched – but what do I know, I’m just the wife of one! However, my common sense was still fighting with this patting down and wand search of this captain which he is obviously licensed to carry a gun. In my opinion wasn’t his biggest weapon, the actual plane itself? Wondering what TSA’s guidelines could possibly say that they needed to wand a certified licensed pilot carrying a registered gun?
Next Tip – Leave your “comfort” Zone at home …

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Hawaii 2010

Bolting off with a minutes notice I found myself on a plane to the big island of Hawaii. A teaching photo shoot at a beautiful location - I couldn't resist!
My student became ill and I found myself alone with no car for excursions and no money to join any tours. So I decided to walk! Walking for miles, hours to explore my surroundings. Finding myself window shopping at every local art shop and booth in Kona. Meeting local artists and loving their work. Now refreshed and reflecting on the islands beauty.
Good for the soul, the heart and the mind! Aloha

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

A Place I Call Home


A place I call home –
The seven mountains roll and three rivers run
Hundreds of church bells ring.
History runs deep – into the deep deep South
In a place I call home –
Never have I seen the snow cover my backyard
A dusting or a frightful freeze
And only Black Ice haunts our winding roads
On the way to the place I call home –
Iridescent
Breathtaking
Brilliance
Covering the place I call home

Sunday, February 7, 2010

From Sand to Grass


Focusing on a cheap statue of a strange horse with very long ears, I began to sink deeper into the car’s seat. Missing my old school, friends, palm trees and the sun shining. We left the surf, surfers and beach bunnies for farmer boys and ‘not so many’ Daisy Dukes. Wishing I didn’t have to get out of bed today. Starring back at me in the mirror, a dude so out of place, I flipped my blonde hair out of my eyes and made my way down the cold dark hall looking for my locker. Feeling eyes following my every move. It was easy to realize, I’m different. The guys looked as if they have been taking steroids since birth and wore old t-shirts with GA Bulldog Football decals. I wore my regular everyday surf shorts, flip flops, button down shirt and guitar pick necklace. Girls glanced and giggled, guys starred and growled as I let my hair slightly fall back over my eyes. Recognizing that, this surfer dude has been left on the beach without a board.

Now at Butts County Middle School, next year … Butts High? My old friends can never know! I will have to change my Twitter name, never ‘friend’ anyone here, the fear that someone would post “Go Butt High” on my Facebook wall. Who was allowed to name this county after the Butts family and who was the moron who made the mascot a Jack Ass? How many jokes can one take, unfortunately I will find out! My new Facebook status will have to read: Just sitting on my Ass, in Butts County. Or my last Tweet on Twitter will read: Get off my Ass I’m stuck in Butts County. They will be climbing all over my ass with jokes.


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Friday, February 5, 2010

Little Rocker Zane

Little Rocker Zane
@RockerZane

When you tell a young child they can do anything …

Adding heart, dedication, passion,

and mix in tons of practice and patience …

Their dreams might come true …

Well, they believe you.

Dare to dream!

Thursday, January 28, 2010

A PEACE of Mind

Fourteen year-old freshman collapses and nears death for no apparent reason after completing his first season on the varsity soccer team. Healthy, strong and young didn’t fit what was happening. A split second, as the world spun fast and time stood still while Brody flirted with fatality.

What if I wasn’t with him? What if I didn’t witness this episode? The “what if’s” will always haunt me. Brody was diagnosed with Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy (HCM) and later had heart surgery. His appearance is no different than any other teenage boy. No one would know he has a medical issue, that HCM is the leading cause of cardiac sudden death in young people. Now driving increases concern to the equation. Stressed, worried sick about his safety I turned to the internet and found American Medical ID and ordered one for Brody. Wearing the American Medical ID bracelet I have the peace of mind that the proper medical attention will be attained promptly.

www.americanmedical-id.com

Friday, January 22, 2010

Turning Back the Clock

Making the most of dealing with skin cancer, I am having a little fun with skin product experiments. Exhibiting new scars on my face, neck and ears, I made myself a walking “lab rat” for products that claim to work miracles. Trying to turn back the clock and take away some of the abuse and neglect I have caused my skin. The past six months I have researched and tested thousands of dollars worth of skin care products. Here are the first of my personal reviews on products that were first recommended to me:


StriVectin®

StriVectin-SD® & StriVectin-SD Eye Cream

Pricey but has WOW - Diminishes fine lines

Within two weeks of using the StriVectin eye cream I saw fewer lines around my eyes. My foundation and/or powder didn't clump in any way in the small lines or creases that remain around my eye area. I saw change, a more youthful look, after using this product for about a week. The first week I applied the SD formula to the back of one hand. This past summer I had an accident scaring about 1/3 of my hand. In just a week the SD formula faded the scar some but what I did notice remarkably, was my left hand appeared to be five years younger looking next to my right hand. The wrinkles were disappearing! I started applying the SD formula all over my face and hands after that!


Bare Escentuals - San Francisco

RareMinerals™ Blemish Therapy

Heals Conceals Plus - Gentle formula

Blemish Therapy takes away any oily looking spots or areas. Best if used after applying moisturizer (I like Purely Nourishing Facial Moisturizer together because if feels like your skin can breath - no clogged pore feeling) but before makeup. It does have an odor, but once you apply your powder or concealer the smell goes away and the finished look is well worth the little odor!


RareMinerals™ Renew & Reveal Facial Cleanser

I wish I had this product my whole life! Gently exfoliates and leaves skin feeling fresh but not stripped! It started out very messy, however once I learned to wet my face and hands first, then pour/sprinkle powder into palm of wet hand, mix gently with two fingers, then apply damp powder to face and massage in gently. It will feel somewhat like thick soft powdery paste. It sounds bad but feels wonderful.


RareMinerals™ Purely Nourishing Facial Moisturizer

Soft Skin - Light Weight

This is a wonderful product that really enhances the RareMineral line. It goes on light, no sticky or heavy feeling. In just minutes after applying my face feels smoother and softer.


bareVitamins - Skin Rev-er Upper

Vita Thirsty Skin

When your skin needs a little vitamin booster, this will quench the thirst. I use this at least once a day and after a few days my face felt revived and refreshed.


Buffing Brushes The Essential Collection

Brushes home or on the go

Useful! The container is great. I use both ends keeping my larger and smaller brushes separate. The collection has a good variety of brushes for nice and easy applications.


MD Skincare Dr Dennis Gross

Hydra-Pure Vitamin C Serum

Can’t do without

The first feel of this product is amazing. Knowing I am treating my skin to some well deserved Vita C was a plus but after a few uses I couldn't go without! I can really feel it "feeding" my skin. I feel it is important after applying this product wait a couple/few minutes and then apply moisturizer as well.

Monday, January 18, 2010

The Fight Is On!

A new fight has entered my life. After battling the diagnosis and treatments of my son’s HCM heart disease, I decided it was time to make my own doctor’s appointment. The one I had missed and then postponed for over a year. That dreadful physical that no one I know wants to waste their time with. I had no idea of the importance of that once-a-year physical until now. I disclosed, to my physician, a scab that was next to my ear, because I kept catching it with my hair brush so it would not heal. After examining the area, I was quickly referred to a skin cancer specialist. You guessed it … the fight is on!

Traveling through several web sites like WebMD and MedicineNet (which are great!) sometimes you can learn a little too much. I had read and heard previously that about 90% of skin cancers are associated with exposure to UV radiation from the sun or tanning beds and approximately two million people are diagnosed with basal cell carcinoma and melanoma every year. But what I didn’t know was that one person dies every hour from melanoma.

I felt queasy sitting in the waiting room thinking of what was to come. Appointment’s were kept weekly, two stage two basal cell carcinoma’s and two stage two melanoma’s were found on my head and neck. My third MOHs surgery was to remove my second melanoma was to be taken. This one was from my neck and each was in a two month time frame. My neck was probably one of the scariest, although every time I go – I am always a bit anxious – but I had just heard of a close friend of an aunt who suffered nerve loss after surgery in the same area of the neck. Lucky to have caught it in stage two but still sick to my stomach, shaking in my shoes, were my only the feelings on the inside. Questioning the surgeon about my neck and he reassured me, surgery took place as scheduled and the healing process began. Scars on the surface can be covered by makeup and treated with vitamin lotions, but removing this cancer, I will fight it and if any new ones that show up they are in for a duel.

Running into my family’s living room my seven year old eyes wild with excitement and my smile lit my face as I saw all of my aunts and uncles filling the seats. A surprise visit! What was the occasion? I didn’t care. I was seven and it looked like Christmas! But what I didn’t know was … my grandmother had just passed away. Cancer had won, she had lost the fight.

My grandmother, several family members and a few dear friends have passed away because of cancer. Now even more close friends are engaged in this fierce battle … Cancer! Fear, sadness and grief over comes me when I recall the day that I was caught by surprise in my family’s living room. At the innocent age of seven when cancer personally became an unspeakable and terrifying word. So the shaking, the apprehension of a “little skin cancer” outpatient surgery still seems to shatter my soul because of the memories and fear of that cancer that lay deep within.

My Biopsy Tests:

First a local anesthetic is injected, and then the doctor performs a deep shave biopsy – the spot is shaved off with a razor blade. Area heals in just a few days and they send off the tissue to a lab for results.

My MOHS Surgery:

I read that the Mohs micrographic surgery has the highest cure rate for basal cell. I never found that positive reinforcement for Melanoma, however I took the advice of my doctors and trust the tests of the lab that results of the last biopsy are cancer free.

Mohs surgeons remove the minimum amount of healthy tissue and totally remove the cancer eliminating all tumor roots. The technique – sections of the tissue that are removed in stages and sent to an onsite lab for slide preparation and study. This process is repeated until no tumor cells remain in the microscopic sections and the area is tumor free. At this point, they reconstruct the tumor site. My surgeon cut a flap of skin from a surrounding area and folds it over the wound. The surgeon then sews the skin in place for a fast recovery with little visible scars.

FYI: The A, B, C, D’s of Melanoma:

A=asymmetry

B=border irregularity,

C=color variability (brown, black, gray, pink)

D=diameter of (often) greater than ¼ inch


A Special thanks to: www.sephora.com

This company has introduced me to the best products to help restore, freshen, enhance and smoothen to create a healthier-looking skin, while protecting my skin from more damage that can happen with everyday living.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

A Nation Needs Our Help


Listening to, reading and watching the news today, and the past few days, just tears at my heart. To see and hear about the devastation of Haiti’s earthquake is surreal. The catastrophic magnitude 7.0 earthquake striking only 16 miles from Port-au-Prince Haiti’s capital January 12, 2010.


Several years have passed since I first walked the streets of Cap-Haitien, Haiti. Arriving on our family’s sailboat at Port de Cap-Haitien we walked the streets, saw the sites (Cathedral Notre-Dame of Cap-Haitien, Citadelle La ferrierre) and later traveled by bus to Port-au-Prince to visit the capital and tour the country. I actually don’t remember Port-au-Price that well. What I do remember, as if it were imbedded in my brain forever, is the bus ride, the people of Cap-Haitien and the smells

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The local’s of Cap-Haitien watched my every movement. I might not have totally understood why they were staring at me. Was it because I was a young white girl? All the locals were dark skinned, or was it because I had clothes on my back that bright in color and they hadn’t worn from years of being passed down from family members or not being washed with clean water. It could have been my long blond hair that was shiny clean and bounced with my every step. It could have been my skin that was dirt free and smelt like some botanical garden because of the shower and soap I had and used that morning. I hoped and prayed that my facial expressions were well hidden because the stench of the streets made my stomach very queazy. It was hard not to plug my nose or cover it and my mouth with my shirt to help stop the gag reflexes I had from the continued smell’s coming from the streets, the water and the people.


The bus ride was unforgettable. It could have been because it was the oldest bus I had ever seen, or the fact that while traveling across the country we hit every bump with a bang. No working shocks on a bus will cause one to fly into the air and be jolted which caused massive headaches for everyone. By the end of our journey we had sick stomachs from the bus movements and the disgusting odors, aching heads, soaked with sweat from the heat and sore arms and muscles from holding on. What I will never forget however … the gorgeous countryside and ocean views with perfect weather, and the Nations incredible history.


Haiti, now hit by a devastating earthquake which had little to begin with, has nothing – too little left.


I am proud of Americans today as I see friends, family members, famous people, rich people, middle class people, and people who have even suffered loss themselves are giving in some way to help Haiti.

Photo: Haiti Market Place 2008 by RuthAnne Anderson