Summer Means Swimming Pools and Danger

Llina Ewen, one of my “sisters” on Deep South Moms Blog wrote an excellent and timely article on the dangers of swimming pools and children.  Please read it here and don’t take your eyes off those children!!!

Chicago Moms Blog Brunch Was Yummy!

Thank you to Cindy Fey and Kim Moldofsky for organizing our awesome Chicago Moms Blog brunch two weeks ago. The location, a luxurious party room in a posh downtown building, was perfect. The locally donated food sublime.   We had delicious cheese and nut selections from Pastoral Artisan (check them out for their cheese-making classes).  The pickled veggies and old-fashioned jams from the Jane Addams Hull House were colorful and yummy, and the Eli’s Cheesecakes simply decadent! Thank to all those companies who donated! A special thank you to Virginia Montgomery, a massage therapist with magic hands (and, as you can see on her website, quite a unique location for a massage)! Also, it was such a great idea to have all the guests bring books for donations to Bookworm Angels, a worthy cause indeed! Oh, and by the way, I just loved listening to my fellow bloggers read some of their posts and poems. I am humbled to be a part of such a talented group! I can’t wait to see you all again at our Blogher pre-party!

My First Mammogram: A Lump

I had my very first mammogram last week. Saturday, I checked my voice mail right after Torah Study to find that my Ob/Gyn’s office called. The nurse who took my return call informed me that they had found a lump on my left breast, and that the hospital should have already called me to schedule a diagnostic exam to take a better look at it. So, I waited all weekend for Monday, only to find out that I have to wait until next Monday for the diagnostic exam. “It’s ok to wait?” I asked the person on the other end of the phone, completely unaware as to whether she was a nurse or just a scheduling receptionist. “Yes,” she replied confidently. Deep down, I believe that she couldn’t possibly know whether it is ok to wait another week before finding out whether I may have breast cancer. Both of my grandmothers suffered from it.

Ten years ago, I had a lump on that very same breast. I felt it myself and they aspirated it immediately only to discover it was completely harmless. “Maybe it is just another of the same,” Gadget Man said reassuringly. I’m not going to tell my mother. She’s scheduled to go on a vacation and she already worries too much. I worry too much, or do I?

My breasts have really been wonderful to me. They nursed my children for four years. They also seem to be holding up pretty well for an old broad of forty. Will I have to let them go? Will they wind up being the end of me? I am worried and I’m scared. I just wish I could find out sooner. It is the waiting that is the most difficult part.