tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59298904791935126032012-01-05T11:18:18.941-05:00Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-28583251814901390952011-01-26T17:23:00.000-05:002011-01-26T17:23:25.514-05:00

The first month of 2011 has been a little all-over-the-place. What can any of us say about the holidays, really? If you're at all like me, but about Dec. 26th, part of you is ready for the tree to be down and out. The other part says 'just enjoy sitting by the fire admiring the pretty lights'. Suffice it to say that I enjoy the holidays but they are stressful. Coming off the holidays is as

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-45237204619380048342010-09-24T14:44:00.000-04:002010-09-24T14:44:27.759-04:00

I've gone to yoga classes sporadically over the years and the one constant is that I always feel good after yoga. I may feel tired or have some aches in muscle groups that never had to work until yoga class, but it's good pain. The last 2 weeks I have participated in a Friday morning gentle yoga class. It's only a 30 minute class designed to treat yourself kindly through yoga practice.  I, for

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-27545277244949018362010-07-02T18:05:00.000-04:002010-07-02T18:05:54.626-04:00

Ladies, you'll understand.  I had my annual exam on Thursday.  I scheduled it first thing in the morning - not because I can't think of a better way to start my day, but I'd rather just do it and move on. So I go to my appointment leaving my kids at home and frankly, I'm enjoying the time alone in the car on my way. I get there early enough to go get a cuppa joe and it's all good so far. There

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-6640089768230849602010-06-13T13:00:00.000-04:002010-06-13T13:00:43.640-04:00

This will be quick.  I just find it amazing that 2 Cancer Survivors can view one-anothers' journey as so much harder than the their own.  This is the scene: I meet a survivor. I hear their story. I am amazed at what they had to endure. I tell my story.  They tell me how they can't believe what I endured. I think 'you had it so much harder than me'. They are thinking that of my experience. It's

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-79733671957008085022010-06-09T12:01:00.001-04:002010-06-09T12:04:40.286-04:00

We'd all have the very best cancer doctors available. We'd all know what it means to have options for Follow Up and post treatment services. We'd all feel like a person, not 'Patient Number x'. We'd all get email reminders of appointments and after care seminars. We'd all feel as confident in our treatment as I do. Why do I love Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center?  The number 1 reason is that

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-2949323819208389322010-06-03T14:02:00.000-04:002010-06-03T14:02:30.157-04:00

You certainly gain some perspective when you go through cancer. But that doesn't preclude me from the occasional petty reactions to everyday events. Like when my relay team is just 9 people, 4 of them residing under my roof and really without free will on whether or not to participate. Recently I've had to talk myself down from freaking out over being excluded, cried about a lack of attention

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-36737208124189862802010-01-21T17:26:00.000-05:002010-01-21T17:26:59.189-05:00

I don't watch "Survivor" so I have no idea about this Jennifer, but she died at 37 from stage III breast cancer. I could cry reading this but my kids are around and I hate to show them that fear. I read some jackass comment on facebook today: "they have a cure for cancer and they are just spending our money". I'm not kidding - that was a real post. I cannot even imagine who would say that

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-85788307134382800472010-01-15T15:03:00.003-05:002010-01-20T17:20:59.111-05:00

In my reading lately I find I recognize myself in some posts by cancer patients. I'm prompted to think about my experiences by their words. I read too much for a bit and then shift gears and duck out for a time. Lately I read a lot of Kairol's blog.There are a few recurring thoughts that I consider posting and then stop because I don't want to make anyone 'worry'. But the whole point f the

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-54533850634395376092009-11-22T21:48:00.007-05:002009-11-22T22:31:03.703-05:00

For me there are limits to how much "cancer chatter" I can handle in a given day. Maybe it's cumulative and if I hear, read or think too much about cancer, I hit my threshold and freak out a little. I'm really not sure how the equation works, but this week was tough.The whole Mammogram guideline thing. Ugh, that's about all I can say on that topic. Then there was a story about and NFL wife who

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-85372869906086470732009-09-14T17:56:00.002-04:002009-09-14T18:07:05.599-04:00

It's that time of year again when I have a fresh round of doctors appointments checking me out making sure that there's nothing to see. This Friday I see the oncologist where I get to have my blood drawn and all the counts of various particles measured. Fun. I usually get my blood pressure reading of about 100 over 70 on these visits. And then the Mammogram is in October (10-7) the day prior

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-63762267198141933042009-09-08T17:10:00.004-04:002009-09-08T17:52:21.531-04:00

I came across this whole presentation that Lance Armstrong did about the obligations of the cured. I watched the "highlight" portion but I cannot dedicate another 55 minutes of time to watch the rest. I've gotten what I needed.So am I really obligated? I feel like I am. Maybe that's another self-preservation thing that one's mind fabricates after traumatic events. Does being here to share my

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-2733788909656089802009-07-10T13:15:00.002-04:002009-07-10T13:56:33.473-04:00

3. The 3rd anniversary of being cancer free comes on August 23rd. Three years since the surgery at Sloan to remove the remnants of my tumor. I remember it was gone before the surgery but the "lumpectomy" pathology proved that I was clear. Nothing found in my lymph nodes either. I remember that day waiting for the surgery. I remember Dr. Heerdt smiling and happy to tell me that I was CLEAN.

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-32253271076490810502009-06-15T10:23:00.002-04:002009-06-15T10:36:24.407-04:00

The ostrich has moved on.This past weekend was the ACS Relay For Life in Simsbury where we raised $84k! I was lucky enough to have a team of 20+ walking with me, selling cupcakes, bringing contraband to the field. It was a great day. We had sunshine, the kids were having a blast running around on the field collecting beads for the laps completed. The vibe on the field was amazing.For me the

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-45479091999369264842009-05-22T12:10:00.009-04:002009-05-22T13:21:16.525-04:00

Maybe it was two weeks ago that I "hid" status updates from a Facebook Friend because I needed a break from the Cancer-thon my days had become. Each day I'd click through multiple links, read frightening statistics or of another young diagnosis. I was reading books about survivors, about hope. There were days I cried quietly at the screen while on the Planet Cancer site. At the same time I am

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-69686250915735788982009-05-11T17:28:00.003-04:002009-05-11T17:45:56.598-04:00

I got a huge compliment recently that I hadn't let myself be defined by having had cancer. Let me say this: I feel like I bring it up too often, that it's always on my mind and that it is painfully obvious that I had breast cancer. So to read from a friend that I was NOT defined by cancer was great news.With Spring in full gear and Summer following shortly, all I want to do is garden. I want to

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-25024892421224808042009-04-27T09:15:00.003-04:002009-04-27T10:05:34.922-04:00

Before I had cancer I would sometimes roll my eyes at all the walks and 3-days and runs to "race for a cure". It seemed a little unlikely to me that these things would "cure" cancer. I'd make contributions. I'd feel guilty if I didn't. I had Breast Cancer License plates and stamps. What else could I do? Weren't there people working on that?Then I was diagnosed. At the oncology office I saw a

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-31537924784456832982009-04-09T14:06:00.004-04:002009-04-09T14:32:47.218-04:00

I spent the approach to this 2nd anniversary a ball of nerves. I had an MRI, and appointment with my local oncologist and a visit with my surgeon at Sloan-Kettering. My calendar was full of something other than play-dates for the kids. Not exactly what you dream of, but when you have the energy to think in "silver lining" you tell yourself 'I'll get some confirmation that all is well'. The day

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-42269033860840185662009-01-29T10:49:00.005-05:002009-01-29T18:00:11.152-05:00

OK. Well, I fully realize that there are WAY bigger nightmares out there. But even for something as minute as a $185 claim, I have spent HOURS upon hours of time and energy trying to navigate my coverage with United Health Care.We had a plan last year that provided NO coverage for "out of network" providers. It's a factor you work around. I did. I jumped through that hoop and drove double the

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-12512653234544324162009-01-27T17:09:00.002-05:002009-01-27T17:45:02.681-05:00

Several years ago I wound up scheduling my annual exam with my birthday. At the time, I was in my 20s, and health issues were the farthest thing from my mind so I thought my schedule was me being "weird". I needed to remember to have the check up and it was a way for me to remember. On WebMD I just read an article suggesting we women do EXACTLY that.Here's the deal: many, MANY things are

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-18900422770784063002009-01-10T17:43:00.003-05:002009-01-10T17:48:31.126-05:00

For years there has been a buzz about Long Island women and cancer. There was a reported 30% greater incidence of breast cancer on Long Island than the national average. Yikes. So, millions were spent on a study but no environmental factors have been detected. Read on: NY Times article.

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-51254378072156105822009-01-05T20:11:00.004-05:002009-01-05T20:36:47.955-05:00

I have to start by saying that I had a nice holiday. My family was together, my kids are happy, Santa came… and he didn't leave any coal. A success by most accounts. But I was ready for the regular routine to start up again. I felt ready for the New Year and my New Habits to get started.Not one for resolutions because that would require some commitment on my part, I quietly contemplate the

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-83595616433034766612008-12-01T18:28:00.002-05:002008-12-01T19:08:21.175-05:00

Though I never officially made a list of the things for which I am most Thankful, it did cross my mind last week. There are the usual items: family, friends, a safe home… but there was one thing that kept flickering in my thoughts. It has been a year since I completed my cancer treatments. I was supposed to complete the radiation course Thanksgiving week but it was delayed for some reason. I am

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-20279689983079574582008-11-19T18:05:00.002-05:002008-11-19T18:23:20.249-05:00

Looking quickly at my day I honestly wonder how we got by back on the glorious 1980's. I was in high school, we didn't have cell phones. We didn't have email. We didn't have facebook. What did we do? Well, somehow we thought drinking wine coolers was fun.Just today I used the internet to buy a holiday gift, sell some wares, touch base with friends from those "glory days" and read up on news

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-43866569173488375512008-11-10T11:51:00.003-05:002008-11-10T12:07:38.460-05:00

While the weekend was jam-packed with visits and friends it was somewhat relaxing. Jacqueline was witness to her friend's first horse show and although it was low-key, her friend won 2 blue ribbons. There was such joy in Jacq's smile when her friend was announced as the blue ribbon rider. We had friends from faraway stay the night Saturday. It was fun catching up and watching the girls giggle

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-48715915973858726562008-11-06T09:41:00.003-05:002008-11-06T10:07:33.063-05:00

I read this about exercise and breast cancer. I immediately thought of my athlete friends and feel a wave of relief. Like it's one more thing on their side that they were high school/college athletes. I'll keep my kids more active than I was (I hope).And of course, I am a little tiny bit interested in what will be happening with health care under the new leadership. I wasn't happy with either

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-23938615676281706112008-10-31T14:35:00.002-04:002008-10-31T14:48:05.902-04:00

I called one more time to my insurance company. I needed to check on whether or not they were going to cover my compression glove. After going through the obligatory automated phone system maze I was in touch with a helpful and kind representative. She listened to my question and asked if the item was more than $1,000. I answered 'no, $231.85" to which she replied that I didn't need a special

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-19086660361740764622008-10-21T09:45:00.002-04:002008-10-21T09:45:58.406-04:00

You can laugh or shake your head in agreement, either way I've made a little progress in the self-awareness department. I'm really not helping things. Not by talking this out, not by posting it, not by calling UHC repeatedly trying to figure out a way to get what I need the way that I want it. The truth is that the system is out of control. I cannot beat it on this one request. I do know that

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-89511284341543640832008-10-20T13:01:00.006-04:002008-10-20T13:25:01.822-04:00

So to catch you up; last we saw our "heroine" battling the big insurance company to get a $138 glove to control the lymph edema in her left hand. She made her case, begged and pleaded with customer care and care coordination representatives until finally… some one "elevated" her request to be tended to it the utmost haste.In our Jenn's native land, making something a priority would indicate that

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-14272113871933235812008-10-17T15:07:00.003-04:002008-10-17T15:35:11.549-04:00

I had a few moments in the course of my cancer experience where I surprised myself finding a lot of silver linings. Like, I could joke about not having to shave becasue of the hairloss. And we all know that joking around is a form of coping. Using humor, sick as it may be, to make myself feel better came in handy.Where is the silver lining in dealing with insurance companies? I spent the

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-18949507247292171322008-10-01T09:54:00.005-04:002008-10-01T10:35:33.712-04:00

October is the month of all things pink and I'm a little skeptical. I get a little annoyed by the 'send in lids' type pf breast cancer fund-raising. It seems like a bunch of BS sometimes. Maybe they DO good work - but what do you need with old yogurt lids?I saw Dr. Susan Love on the Today Show and rolled my eyes. I have her book, it was like required reading with my diagnosis. I know many

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-87644248964860729902008-09-29T15:31:00.003-04:002008-09-29T15:47:33.821-04:00

:: Warning! Menstrual Talk ::In a million years I would have never suspected this. Stem cells can be harvested from a woman every month during her menstrual cycle. I came across this website somehow this morning and I didn't sift through everything, but imagine the impact. If we can cure various ailments with stem cells and we can collect stem cells monthly from ourselves, for ourselves or

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-26261820049398686842008-09-27T08:35:00.002-04:002008-09-27T08:52:26.097-04:00

Shortening Radiation in Breast Cancer Patients: I am all for it. Check this out in the Boston Globe.I was reading an article in Newsweek online and it got me down, quite honestly. I guess I've been hoping that the news on cancer research and treatments would be better. I do think that there's a trend to shake it up. That people are demanding better and more options for treatment. If the

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-16900333988786522462008-09-22T11:34:00.002-04:002008-09-22T11:42:29.512-04:00

This piece of clothing always gets a reaction. You know, nearly everyone agrees and some people cheer me on, others are clearly uncomfortable with it. But it says it all.I had to go to PT this morning for my arm and just needed to wear something comfortable and short sleeved so that Gretchin can wrap my arm up almost to my shoulder. The swelling went down, but seems to be stagnant the last few

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-79141687657871579122008-09-18T15:12:00.003-04:002008-09-18T15:45:02.844-04:00

When I worked at Fox I used to give my colleague a hard time about drinking diet Coke. Aspertame is evil. I have always had a list of things that I don't use or avoid as much as possible and that list and tendency is only heightened by my cancer year. Recently the lymphedema in my left arm acted up. I'm sure I aggravated it with the move, with gardening, lifting children, boxes… whatever. And

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-78221160105254877622008-09-18T13:07:00.004-04:002008-09-18T13:31:51.489-04:00

Yesterday Jacqueline had a 1/2 day of school so she got home just about 12:30. I'd arranged for us to go to a local house museum, the Hill-Stead in Farmington, CT. I'd read little snippets about them having an impressive private collection of works and it seemed like something good to do on 1/2 day. When I got there I got really anxious. I swore that the the ladies inside the house were

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-25299293473523582262008-09-16T15:16:00.004-04:002008-09-16T15:27:38.575-04:00

Please read this update that I got from my friend "Lalas":Hi friends! I just wanted to quickly share with you the results and some photos from our tremendously successful "Bowling for Boobs" fundraiser. Through the incredibly generous support of Elaine Elder and our dear friends, we raised over $15,000 for Susan G. Komen for the Cure! Whether you were able to support us in person, monetarily, or

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-76057879943307670492008-09-11T15:56:00.003-04:002008-09-11T16:06:24.582-04:00

It is time. I was looking at the photos of me throughout 2007 that were on the banner for the blog. There was me with the bandanna covering baldness and me with peach-fuzz hair and a buzz cut and then the short do. I have more hair - I look like a regular 30-something. Chemo is not part of the equation these days. It's time to move on and leave chemo-chic behind. I am able now to focus on

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-58529869578257434292008-09-03T18:25:00.002-04:002008-09-03T18:37:37.962-04:00

If you've read this blog more than 3 times you have probably read about my fascination with Yogi Tea. Each tea bag tag has a little quote on it. Little letters of guidance. So mine this afternoon says:The only tool you need is kindness.This coming after I complained a fair amount to my Dad. I did a little down-talking to myself after I dropped off my photos to be considered for an art show

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-46655214211875489872008-08-25T14:05:00.003-04:002008-08-27T08:52:30.951-04:00

After about 30 minutes walking through the neighborhood I had a thought. I felt like I was awakening from one of those great sleeps. The type where you wake slowly, the sun is filtering in through the sheers on the windows, and it's quiet. The world feels like it was waiting for me to wake up. I could imagine that the sheets smelled fresh and I stretched my arms and legs and fingers and toes

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-58045118096754607982008-08-22T07:55:00.002-04:002008-08-22T08:05:14.681-04:00

So it was a year ago that I had my surgery. It was long day of not eating and waiting until 4:30 before I was called back for the lumpectomy. I sat there in the waiting room with my parents and Kevin in my hospital clothes all day. Waiting. Watching other patients come and go and wondering what their stories were. I think I did a book of crosswords and every clue was about food - I was

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-5166067240219715772008-08-18T10:57:00.004-04:002008-08-18T11:05:07.077-04:00

Saturday night we went on a cruise around NYC from Port Washington. It was gorgeous. It was one of those times where I really felt grateful. The weather was perfect, the company was great, the scenes were brilliant and we just really enjoyed it. So this week, maybe you should make a point to do something special or schedule something. It's powerful healing to surround yourself with love and

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-41542520588288434522008-08-15T18:03:00.003-04:002008-08-15T18:32:38.450-04:00

This summer is going a lot nicer than last year. But even last August we saw the end of the ordeal that was my cancer. By the last weekend in July, my final chemo treatment, I think we had been/were scheduled to go to Sloan to meet with Dr. Heerdt. My surgery was August 22nd (I think) and this year, that day won't be filled with trepidation. This year, on August 22nd, I should be able to

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-60090709983250345202008-08-07T11:55:00.002-04:002008-08-07T12:19:24.705-04:00

We're savoring the summer vacation even when it seems hectic. Jacqueline is done with camp and August finds us busier with some easy trips and events to celebrate.It's a month of milestones: 1 yr since my surgery, 10 years married, 40th anniversary for my parents, 4th for the Cawleys, a few birthdays peppered in there, too. Busy month. I've not forgotten that last summer I was all-a-twitter

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-70726854121463767342008-07-23T17:14:00.002-04:002008-07-23T17:31:46.199-04:00

Like Thelma and Louise did, we girls have to help each other. I was about ready to drive off a cliff alone on Friday until I decided to drive to Long Island. Saturday morning after the regular breakfast bonanza Chez Webb, I jumped in the Mustang and headed to NY. My new iPod Shuffle chock full of some of my old-time favorites, the stick shift, no car-seats in the back; I felt pretty free. Don't

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-46247641939022618482008-07-17T08:24:00.004-04:002008-07-17T08:51:32.627-04:00

Somehow Thursdays remain a day when I really have to rally myself to get moving. When I was in the work force I attributed that to job fatigue. I guess I have mom-fatigue now. Not to mention PMS. So it's easy to understand then why my hairstyle today is a Fendi scarf on my head. Simple, done, nice.Yesterday I was laughing at my very predictable PMS symptoms. I never really accept that it's

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-76575698307252182572008-07-13T09:35:00.004-04:002008-07-13T10:49:06.114-04:00

Those of you who have had an iPod for the last 7 years need to just accept that I didn't. I am late to adopt this technology. They were a lot of money - money that we were spending elsewhere on other stuff. I didn't have time to play with it. I can watch LOST on TV or online. OK, since I know that I am in fact missing out on something that I would use and enjoy, I bought a Shuffle. It's so

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-44596556857620058152008-07-12T13:28:00.001-04:002008-07-12T13:32:33.127-04:00

And no that there's anything tremendous going on: which in truth is a good thing. We had tremendous with the move last week. I am still looking at boxes and rearranging this and that. In my inbox was a link to this project called the scar project. It's a photography project/ awareness campaign about young Breast Cancer Survivors. Beautiful women.Other b-day accomplishments include quiet coffee

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-74066445743411325652008-06-21T14:12:00.004-04:002008-06-21T15:02:05.194-04:00

Last year I had to talk to a re constructive breast surgeon because there was a distinct possibility that I would have a mastectomy. It was one of the most humiliating and horrifying things about the whole breast cancer experience. I had seen a well-respected surgeon. He was a kind doctor. In an effort to reassure me about the outcome of my potential re constructive surgery, he directed Kevin

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-82812541802790766782008-06-20T08:47:00.004-04:002008-06-20T09:07:44.462-04:00

This week the birds seem to be waking my children. Just in time for school to let out when we'd be happy for them to sleep in. They are normally the kind of kids that sleep in till 7AM. The new trend here is a 5 - 5:30 AM wake-up holler from Bailey at which point one of his exhausted parents makes their way to his room. We've broken the cardinal rule of parenthood by bringing him into our bed.

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-11753623027435626042008-06-17T17:43:00.003-04:002008-06-17T17:52:07.477-04:00

Oprah Winfrey- you gotta love how the woman manages to answer the questions you were just pondering. Even before I sat down and really formulated the question, I saw the email from her. Yeah, I'm on her email list; well, through her omni-media email super-center. But that doesn't diminish the fact that I was just contemplating how my husband thinks so differently from me. And then I saw this:

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-12421996109704609312008-06-17T08:18:00.002-04:002008-06-17T08:24:23.812-04:00

Alright - I came off a little differently than I intended yesterday. I get it about "being brave" with hair. And for the record, I have felt like these women (mainly) have only said anything out of kindness. So I should just clam it and take the compliment. I am grateful not to look like a woman who has endured chemotherapy. I am glad that they don't see a sick person looking as well as can

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-79203591449092282272008-06-16T13:39:00.002-04:002008-06-16T14:00:19.895-04:00

Part of this experience has been balancing or realizing all the different parts of me that there are. I'm a Mom; I think that always comes first. And also a wife, daughter, friend, artist, designer… I mean, any of us can come up with a laundry list of labels to affix to ourselves. But I had to add cancer patient and cancer survivor or veteran. I've called myself a chemo-doula, a breast cancer

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-73951545082741253242008-06-03T15:45:00.002-04:002008-06-03T15:52:57.606-04:00

My hair is being unruly/I didn't style it this morning. So into the Fendi scarf it went. And, then the phone rang. It was a woman I'd recently reached out to. She is on treatment #2.All of a sudden I fee like that "1-in-8" statistic is way off. There are so many of us. SO MANY. We're all going through treatments, know the drugs, know the local surgeons, oncologists, share stories, treatment

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-41675644047755237772008-05-30T14:17:00.003-04:002008-05-30T14:22:28.034-04:00

I got a pink Sharpie©. I love Sharpie markers.the sun is shiningsummer plans are shaping up for funJacqueline and BaileyMy Disney mug came in the mail (photo of Mickey & Webb Kids)I painted today (with Bailey's "help")Just a little light-hearted post. Remember that we have to help one another every day. Be a friend to someone new. Keep evolving. Do something that makes you smile this weekend.

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-91535133566348361772008-05-29T14:23:00.001-04:002008-05-30T08:20:31.971-04:00

There is no end to the beauty for the person who is aware. Even the cracks between the sidewalk contain geometric patterns of amazing beauty. —Matthew Fox

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-77127717610065120372008-05-29T14:02:00.003-04:002008-05-29T14:20:46.469-04:00

Last year I was in such a different place. I was in the fight of my life and I was writing posts like this. It was different. And this year I went to the school carnival with hair, not a bandanna. I wasn't planing my weeks activities around my next chemotherapy. This is better. No question.I still get riled up about things. For example, I heard some quote recently that in a poll more women

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-56871185255802772432008-05-19T09:48:00.002-04:002008-05-19T10:06:05.085-04:00

Despite the very wet weather here in Simsbury, we were there along with many others to participate. The RELAY here raised $83k; my team raised over $4k.This event was great and we spent a few minutes talking about how great it would be next time when it hopefully isn't raining. I had great people involved with my team. People who never met me and my family mixed together in this team. We

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-22154039263306924242008-05-13T16:20:00.005-04:002008-05-15T10:25:58.141-04:00

Last night the goldenrod/harvest gold clothes dryer seemed to be on the fritz. This morning I confirmed that with a handful of cool wet cloths after a few minutes in the dryer on high. Great. No dryer. I mean, what's the big deal anyway? Oh, wait, it's the whole changing sheets at least once a day for Bailey, it's tons of laundry, that's the big deal! But wait, there's a clothes line.

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-91700273409383828942008-05-09T16:31:00.004-04:002008-05-09T17:08:19.424-04:00

I have had to endure Chemo and funny looks and losing my hair and eyelashes. I had to explain that to my daughter. I had to stop nursing my baby sooner than I wanted to. My families move to the northeast was overshadowed by this stupid cancer. So next week I will be walking in the Relay for Life here in Simsbury. I have a team that raised over $3,000 for cancer research.It's been a while since

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-91781162062192657182008-05-02T13:14:00.002-04:002008-05-02T13:52:04.081-04:00

So now we're back to "reality" here in CT. We've unpacked, done the laundry, gone to the doctor appointments, etc. For starters, my visit with Dr. Heerdt was short and sweet. She took a look and was pleased with how I was healing, the mobility in my arm, and I'll see her again in November. I went with Kevin to Boston to do a little side project for his old company. We enjoyed a couple slices

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-10196107369777027822008-04-29T10:15:00.002-04:002008-04-29T10:20:41.673-04:00

This is us a year later. I think it was a year to the day that I began treatment that we boarded the flight to Orlando. The second leg of the flight we sat in first class. It really was a Magical few days in Disney World and we were talking about the "next trip" almost immediately. Our family so thoroughly enjoyed, appreciated and deserved the vacation we just shared.

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-23670215041451280732008-04-16T10:31:00.002-04:002008-04-16T10:38:19.370-04:00

Last April I started my chemotherapy treatments. I cannot think of a bigger contrast than this year's family vacation to Disney World. Last year we were struck with fear and uncertainty. This year we're deciding on which attractions will be our priorities. I gotta tell you, "stressing" about character meals and dinner reservations beats the pants off of researching treatment options.Jacq is

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-68168568319936431172008-04-04T15:32:00.002-04:002008-04-04T15:43:41.683-04:00

I saw Dr. Schauer, my medical oncology Hero. He gave me a big thumbs-up after checking blood levels, listening to my heart & lungs, and checking out the scars, etc. A MUCH better meeting than my first visit last April. So I'll be seeing them every 6 months or so just to touch base.It's tough pulling up to the building though, on what was my treatment day (Fridays), and see all those cars

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-86411138451310926282008-04-03T12:42:00.002-04:002008-04-03T12:49:01.575-04:00

Kevin came home last night with a huge bouquet of flowers and a heartfelt card. This time last year was the day that I went for my biopsy. The flowers are so pretty and reading the card sent tears streaming down my face. I needed to read that he loved me and that he is here for me and with me. It's been quite a year. I hope that we leave it all behind having learned from it and grown through

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-61487015821589819772008-04-02T10:07:00.002-04:002008-04-02T10:26:10.641-04:00

The weather can really affect my mood. I stayed in my not-quite-pjs all day yesterday and ran errands like going to the bank, so that I could stay in the car and not see anyone. More to the point, no one would see me in my lazy-day state of being. Hat head, no make-up, schlumpy clothes. If the "what not to wear" crew were following me they'd have had a field day. Anyway, today is going to be

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-64378206927563449462008-03-31T09:06:00.003-04:002008-03-31T09:36:46.886-04:00

While watching the Today show this morning I was reminded that correspondent Hoda Kotb is a breast cancer veteran. Her diagnosis and treatment were just weeks ahead of my own and differed greatly. She speaks about cancer making her fearless and credits the experiences with her recent success on the Today Show.There's less information about Kylie Minogue's breast cancer, but what I've read says

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-18980719172517412312008-03-25T08:56:00.002-04:002008-03-25T09:54:08.301-04:00

I thought I'd have to call to get my results this week. I wasn't even going to think about it until today. When Sloan-Kettering came up on the caller ID I grabbed it. It was Dr. Heerdt. She called to give me my test results and the results were perfect.This April I will see her for a follow up. The pressure is off at this point. I continue to be so impressed with Dr. Heerdt and

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-81507676851411045222008-03-23T22:02:00.005-04:002008-03-23T22:41:47.366-04:00

Easter weekend of last year was when I got my diagnosis. I spent that Saturday with my family in a state of total shock hearing about cancer, surgery, chemo, chances of survival. We all were waiting to wake up from the nightmare. I don't feel quite like that anymore. I'm not waiting to wake up anymore.Last Easter was supposed to be the first family gathering at a holiday since we moved to CT.

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-30913232974914035572008-03-21T10:49:00.002-04:002008-03-21T11:02:57.501-04:00

On Thursday I drove to NYC. I think a lot of people who identify as New Yorkers on some level can relate. I love NY. I am not afraid of driving there, parking there, walking around. I love the energy. I really do. I don't love it for my everyday life. But I have a real affinity for NYC. It was nice to walk around and people watch, window shop and feel the city's energy.I was there yesterday for

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-56312510445147443552008-03-16T07:47:00.003-04:002008-03-16T09:45:11.686-04:00

Hands down, the most annoying reminder of the cancer surgery is the weakness in my left arm. Maybe because I wasn't really expecting it. I knew that my arm would need time to heal, but I didn't anticipate the extent to which my arm would be affected. Clearly it was not the biggest concern at the time of the surgery. One of the ways that I gaged my arm was lifting milk into the fridge. It sits

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-83622598067552533392008-03-12T09:32:00.002-04:002008-03-12T09:53:00.941-04:00

Last year, Easter was later on the calendar, and it was the week preceding Easter that everything unraveled. I went to see Dr. Lee on a Tuesday and on Thursday night she called me with the news. That was Holy Thursday 2007. So this year on "holy Thursday" I have an appointment for a follow up MRI. Interesting timing, no? There's no way I want to reschedule that one. It's somewhat inconvenient

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-35180712361800248312008-03-11T08:56:00.003-04:002008-03-12T11:07:00.252-04:00

Is there enough coffee to get through a day with 2 kids? Did I mention that I have a cold? Again! I thought maybe it was an allergic reaction to my wool sweater yesterday. But no. The headache, sniffles, and general ick lasted long after the sweater came off. My ears feel funky - so I am wearing a ridiculous hat with ear flaps. It happens to be hot pink, cable knit with "braids" hanging from

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-6997705016734708672008-03-07T12:38:00.002-05:002008-03-07T12:50:33.785-05:00

It's true that I was offended by the condition of our kitchen floor this morning. So much so, that when Kevin drove Jacqueline to school and Bailey & Chloe tagged along for the ride, I chose vacuuming the floor over a relaxing shower. It was that bad.So I went off to drag out my steam cleaner. I bought it years ago when I realized that when I cleaned with chlorox cleaners, scrubbing bubbles,

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-66212185588292176132008-03-06T08:15:00.003-05:002008-03-06T09:05:23.577-05:00

After a fairly successful day around here, I had a nice night.Jacqueline read to me at bedtime. Then we fell asleep together. I woke up and went downstairs around 10pm. I was downstairs, by myself: no one was talking to me, asking me for anything, crying. I turned on Bravo, watched the season finale of Project Runway and ate the better part of a sleeve of Thin Mint cookies. It was

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-33114491440371840312008-03-04T07:50:00.005-05:002008-03-04T08:12:52.921-05:00

I don't know why I am even a little bit surprised but I am. After thinking about how to continue the fight against cancer, I decided to form a team and raise money for the American Cancer Society through the Relay for Life. In Simsbury, the event is on May 16th. It's an overnight walk relay. So someone on my team is supposed to be walking all through the night. I thought I'd give it a try

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-29009512514985850232008-03-01T10:59:00.005-05:002008-03-04T08:19:06.465-05:00

Last night Jacqueline and I went to the Kick-off meeting for the Relay For Life. I've decided to have a team at this ACS event to raise money for cancer research. We get to the event and many of the people in attendance seem to be previous participants and the volunteers who get the event rolling each year. I'm feeling a little out-of-place. My name tag says "Jennifer Webb: BC Veteran". I

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-84669386203419560772008-02-15T15:27:00.007-05:002008-02-15T16:48:23.870-05:00

Apparently I am channeling some British some-one-or-other because every afternoon I make a pot of tea. Now, it's not Earl Grey and I don't use milk (I've read that milk defeats the anti-oxidant properties of tea by the way). I've taken a liking to YOGI TEA: Ginger, Cold Season, Detox and Bedtime are my favorites. They have pretty packages, a creative website and, the piece de résistance,

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-37354116183751626382008-02-07T08:19:00.000-05:002008-02-07T11:07:42.240-05:00

Most mornings I turn on the TODAY show but for some reason today I watched ABC Good Morning America. Here's that some reason:Robin Roberts, recently finished 8 treatments of Chemo for Breast Cancer, was on with Isaac Mizrahi from fashion week. (Some of you have heard me mention that some day Isaac will be one of my best gay-man friends.) This morning he had his runway show in NYC and Robin was

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-79113360234965933812008-02-06T14:25:00.000-05:002008-02-06T14:33:18.157-05:00

This week is the anniversary of our leaving Georgia. It's been a year since we loaded all of our belongings into a truck and waved good-bye to our home. Since we didn't know I had cancer then, it's sort of easy to remember things as "better" back there. But the truth would have surfaced there as well and we'd have had to face it just the same. It's odd to think back and realize that all that

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-24288193477757710252008-01-29T17:35:00.000-05:002008-01-29T17:49:59.460-05:00

Now Read This. An article re: gray haired ladies.Since my gray streak came in at about 16, going gray never equated with my aging until after I became a Mommy. I guess the streak spread out and became a peppering of white in my dark brown hair. By then, gray hair shifted from being a unique trait to proof that I'd aged well beyond 21. I never got carded for alcohol again. It was the end of an

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-6579225058712330452008-01-25T10:30:00.001-05:002008-01-25T10:34:18.992-05:00

Changed my look today. I just decided that I was done being chemo-chic. I ran into a woman yesterday who met me during chemo treatment and never saw me with hair. We sat at the swim lessons over the summer, me with a bandanna or hat on. She thought I should just go bald-n-beautiful since it was so hot. She was amazed at my hair yesterday. Couldn't stop looking at my hair. And I realized

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-78229316610471002652008-01-24T17:53:00.000-05:002008-01-24T18:04:16.956-05:00

I was prompted to write this about myself tonight:Meanwhile, I just got a call from a friend who knows a newly diagnosed younger woman (@35) through a friend of hers. I urged her to urge the woman to get a second opinion rather than rush to surgery in a matter of days. I remember all too well feeling like I just wanted it OUT, but that's not how my treatment went. And I am SO glad that I got a

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-8088230739572586632008-01-22T18:17:00.000-05:002008-01-22T18:22:30.739-05:00

We had an easy after-school visit with the Cawley Girls Claire and Kama came by; kids played, sisters talked over some coffee (decaf of course) and it was just easy. It didn't involve any planning or effort. It was the simple pleasure of just having 4-miles between us.Simply a good day. And that was a nice treat this afternoon.

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-18583272012161630442008-01-22T09:06:00.000-05:002008-01-22T09:26:38.974-05:00

Over the weekend we traveled to the lake house in Sturbridge to spend the day. Friends of ours from BU and their kids were going to join us. It had been 10 years since we saw each other at their wedding (as a side note, they had a reception at the aquarium which I have talked about many times in 10 years!). I met Paul as an RA at BU. We were both at west campus and we had many beers at the

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-35509535716315625872008-01-14T21:14:00.000-05:002008-01-14T22:07:33.451-05:00

Today was a day of challenge. How much did I bring upon myself with preconceived notions? I suppose I can't really ever know. But there are times when things get to be a pattern for both partners. One is in a funk and the other expects the funk in every exchange. That's where we were today; where I was anyway. I think it's safe to say that we each have our own funk. I thought about this

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-54495285415929753382008-01-10T10:20:00.000-05:002008-01-10T11:47:59.874-05:00

The time is ripe for me to consider my next steps in designing a life that I want. The gears are spinning and little things are happening. I'm redesigning my website, I'm considering professional options, and even considering graduate school (who'd'vethought?). I reached out to friends and colleagues, a former professor and hope that in my scattered approach, I find some rewarding prospects.

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-47992902584650629322008-01-09T14:11:00.000-05:002008-01-09T14:41:09.488-05:00

I'm going to quit while I'm ahead.I shopped at Target and it was wonderful. Some poor souls were subject to my rant about the Target experience I had on Saturday. My typical $100 visit to stock up on household items was cut short by poor service, bad manners and just general ickiness. I spent a meager $6 on the 2 critical level products I needed to leave with. Well, that and the gas it took to

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-63809127778589161772008-01-08T10:45:00.000-05:002008-01-08T10:57:44.729-05:00

I have had a few false starts with some blog posts. Got into something, got distracted, thought better of it... whatever. But today I thought I ought to make an entry. I'm on location at the Simsbury Public Library Children's Section. Bailey is grunting and growling with each puppet he finds. The other kids, all older, look somewhat bewildered. Oh well.Maybe it's me. I'm not in my "Mommy

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-38775267828139443062008-01-02T08:45:00.000-05:002008-01-02T09:06:36.357-05:00

With 2 toddlers and some serious football watching going on in the family room, I did not make a big roaring fire yesterday. In the living room fireplace I had my candles lit - there's a 6-candle stand in that fireplace that makes a pleasant glow without the raging flames. After the kids were in bed and the evening was winding down I sat in the dim light alone to make my list.You know what

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-29610408432814735662008-01-01T11:10:00.000-05:002008-01-01T11:21:50.985-05:00

Another snowfall is blanketing us here in CT. I have a sneaking suspicion that Mother Nature is laughing her ass off at the fact that we'd been snow-less for a decade and she's making up for it all during this last month. She has a sick sense of humor.Today is January first. Many of us will try to make a meaningful resolution or change in our life or our habits. I had said months ago that I

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-23685644073441124312007-12-26T18:31:00.000-05:002007-12-26T18:36:29.253-05:00

There was definitely something special about this holiday. It's our first since moving back to the northeast which was special enough, but also, since my diagnosis and treatment, everything good is a little sweeter. I really got to enjoy the holidays though I was late sending my cards, organizing and wrapping gifts, it was still a lot of fun. I wish I could have had it all done "on time" and I

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-74970546042738107872007-12-20T09:13:00.000-05:002007-12-20T09:28:20.719-05:00

You may have seen this before on youtube. There's just something about a hug being so simple and so strong. Seemed like an appropriate time to revisit this video.…………………P.S.Thank you for all the "hugs" in the form of your posts and emails, cards and flowers. I loved them all.

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-85038953540879601692007-12-18T22:16:00.000-05:002007-12-18T23:19:21.478-05:00

Hopefully it's part of my charm... today the slacker-ness caught up with me and reminded me that Christmas is less than a week away. I have very few days to get organized here. My big plans and efforts began well in advance, I made some headway, and fizzled out. Now I have some degree of holiday angst, or "Stressmas" as I've heard it called. It's funny mainly. I've got mental and written

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-89357198091975783902007-12-14T16:31:00.000-05:002007-12-14T16:40:05.679-05:00

That's what Dr. S told me today. That medical office so far exceeds the vast majority of them that I've dealt with over the years. When they ask a question or are in search of test results, they go and dig them up. They make phone calls while I'm there. There's no sitting in a paper-towel garment for 45 minutes while waiting for the doctor to come in and rehash my history. (Hell, I'd given

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-70789348805484035032007-12-13T09:26:00.000-05:002007-12-13T10:01:16.701-05:00

Cherie forwarded this to me. A lovely card and sentiment.It's a snow day here in Simsbury. I know, I know, record highs in Atlanta. Yup. I would have been reveling in the balmy weather while Kama called to tell me she had a snow day. Of course when you're a kid snow days are fun. You have a built-in excuse to stay in jammies and bake sweets. It's shoveling and driving that sucks.We're going

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-88490192596827180942007-12-11T15:23:00.000-05:002007-12-11T15:44:42.463-05:00

CA125 = 16 (Normal)CT Scan = no change since April in the appearance of the ovaries.And, exhale.Not everyone knew about me having those tests. Last week was a bit much. I had to go to the GYN/Oncologist for a closer look at the cysts on my ovaries. What fun. Aside from all the other junk that was going on last week (we finally closed on the house in GA!) I had to go to this appointment and

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-34532683854239397952007-12-06T12:05:00.000-05:002007-12-06T14:03:56.020-05:00

This morning I am serving myself Double Chocolate Milanos with my coffee. I had to indulge in some sinful slurping and I frankly don't care about the calories, the time of day, or how it will be perceived. Yup, just another house-wife sitting around eating all day. NOT!It's cold and bright outside today. Looks like more cold days ahead - ah Winter. Maybe there needs to be some retail therapy

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-73997406124717999892007-12-05T21:15:00.001-05:002007-12-05T21:17:09.218-05:00

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-91737683529697080352007-12-05T08:45:00.000-05:002007-12-05T08:51:00.705-05:00

Avoid the following when trying not to stress;NEVER call the doctors office, especially if it's for a first time visit where you need to spell your last name and it's long and confusing like WEBBDon't try to fix any thing technologicalDon't talk about your recent move with your spouseavoid real estate transactions It's not even 9am, I expect that the list will grow today.

Jenn Webbnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929890479193512603.post-8928695275930563832007-12-05T08:22:00.001-05:002007-12-05T08:33:13.167-05:00

There are always a million things going on and now is no different. Things keep happening. For example, a week ago I finished radiation but we had no time to celebrate. It was supposed to be Thanksgiving weekend and was delayed. Our plan to go out for breakfast as a family evaporated when I finished on Tuesday and Kevin had work, Jacqueline had school... life went on.Now we're slated to close on

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