

Ingredients | |||||||
Flour, for work surface | |||||||
1 sheet frozen puff pastry (from a 17.3-oz box), thawed | |||||||
1-1/2 tbsp shredded Parmigiano-Reggiano | |||||||
1 large plum tomato, thinly sliced (8 to 9 slices) | |||||||
3 oz salted fresh mozzarella, very thinly sliced (8 to 9 slices) | |||||||
1 tbsp chopped fresh basil
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This past weekend we had a family getaway to Wisconsin Dells. It was so nice to have Josh and the kids all to myself. We stayed at a hotel with an indoor water park which the kids loved.
Some photos:
We went to our favorite pizza place there, Moosejaw and they gave us moose antlers to wear. Abby wasn’t in to it, but the rest of us wore them with pride.
This afternoon, I see my endocrinologist for a cancer update. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I feel positive that everything is good. I am also hopeful that my abnormal lymph node hasn’t gotten any bigger. But it’s never easy to deal with these appointments. I imagine that some day I will be able to go to a hospital and not have a panic attack. I will be able to have a check-up that doesn’t revolve around cancer. And most importantly I’ll be so healthy that I won’t have any nagging doubts in my mind.
So with the most positive attitude I can muster up, I will go this afternoon and face whatever she says. I will brace myself for the tests that need to be scheduled. And I will treat myself to Starbucks after it’s all over.
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Yesterday I had a really bad funk. I was sad and feeling bad for myself about random junk. I also had a moment of staring at my scar in the mirror and hating cancer. I can hate cancer all I want. It still happened and hating it won’t change that. But anyway, I let it ruin a big chunk of my day. Today however is so much better.
I don’t normally share this kind of info, but I am so thrilled that I have to. As of this afternoon, all of my cancer bills are paid off! My cancer comrades will understand how tough that is to accomplish and how very good it feels not to owe your soul to the hospital, doctors, pathology lab, etc...
Sadly next week begins more cancer testing, but it will be much easier to pay for than hospital stays, surgeries and treatments. I also have much confidence that my blood test will show no evidence of thyroid cells and that my big lymph node is doing a-okay. And then when that’s all over, I won’t have to worry for a long time. Life can go on and I will continue growing stronger and healthier.
I was also happy to see this today:
It’s not green yet, but it soon will be. Spring is on its way. It’s sunny and in the 50’s today. It’s wonderful not to think about snow and ice and trudging to class in the freezing cold.
Also, I have some really great friends. Some I see often, some I haven’t seen in a long time. And a few I haven’t even met in real life. Whether it’s a good day or a bad day, you fabulous people are there for me. I am really lucky that you are in my life and allow me to be a part of yours.
Okay, done being sappy and emotional now. Here’s a cute picture of Abby and the dog, Gracie.
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I love being a stay-at-home mom because I get to witness all the cute, silly, wonderful things my children do. Just this morning:
The dog had a cough drop stuck to her paw. No doubt because Evan dropped it on the floor. He thinks cough drops are tasty. Through him, I found out that too many cough drops gives you diarrhea.
Over breakfast, Abby tells me:
"I know how you met Daddy. You walked up to him and said 'Is your name Boo Bear?"
Yes, Josh and I are one of those sickeningly sweet couples who have pet names for each other. Don't hate.
While Abby and I are trying to leave the house so she can go to school, Gracie (the dog) is trying to come with us. So Abby says to Gracie, "Gracie you cannot come to school. You are not a teacher. You are a dog!".
Useful information to have. All this time I had been thinking I could get Gracie a job....
Abby's school starts at 8:45. This morning we were running late and at 8:41 we were about to get to the train crossing that goes through the middle of our town. Of course we got stuck waiting for a train. A train that stopped and parked in town for 5 minutes. I tried to go around the train by turning down a side street but it was blocking the other crossing in town too, so I had to go back to where I originally was. Abby says to me "I'm sorry Mommy, I thought it would be faster to go the other way but we wound up back where we started!".
You all didn't know that a 5 year old is my navigator, did you? Ha ha.
There is no chance that I'd trade their antics (even on a bad day) for a cubicle. I am so lucky and so thankful that it's possible for me to be with them like this. I know it's not the right "job" for everyone to be a stay-at-home mom, but it's definitely the right job for me.
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