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Race for the Cure 2010

May 17, 2010
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May 15 AP 135– Pammy’s cancer survival and Race for the Cure.

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Pammy- Five Year Survivor!

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Columbus’s Mayor Mike Coleman, LOL. Lookin’ good.

 

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SURVIVOR EXPRESS. For those too sick or weak to walk.

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5K runners at the starting line ready to be led by the blue car.

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Chris Spielman, Stephanie Spielman’s husband and former OSU and NFL football player, speaking to the crowd.

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Yes, this is the crowd we walked through for like 20 minutes. Claustrophobia was calling my name!

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Ash and I

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Momma and I

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THIS is just a VERY TINY glimpse of what downtown Columbus looked like during Race for the Cure: A sea of pink as far as the eye could see! I don’t know if you can tell, but those are all people as far back as you can see in this picture. That was behind us. There were just as many in front of us! And this was only ONE of the three walks/runs! It’s kind of an unexplainable experience.

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Me during the walk with my pink balloon.

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Motorcyclists on either side of the street were revving their engines and high-fiving and cheering the walkers on. One of the cyclists was wearing a t-shirt that said, “Save a life, grope your wife”

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Ash, Me, and Amanda

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I tried to get all of the ladies in our group walking. Pammy, GInny, and Mom are at the front of the pic. Sneha and Les are hiding behind them.

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Pammy’s getting in the Survivor’s Finish Line!

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Here she is walking out with her survivor’s rose. Five years ago she was diagnosed with Stage Four Sarcoma. More than once they told he she had a week to live or wouldn’t even live through the night. And here she is, doing a mile walk for Race for the Cure! Hallelujah!

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The State House… and lots of people… in lots of pink!

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All of the girls who walked together! Minus Les because she decided to hide even though we all thought she was there and posing for the picture. I can’t even tell who she is hiding behind! Weasel. Anyway, from left to right: Sneha, Ash, Me, Ginny, Pammy, Mom, and Amanda

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I loved the pink afros!

It was a touching experience and we are SO blessed to have Pam with us walking and healthy!

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Easter Weekend Appreciations

April 5, 2010
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April 2 AP 92– He went through with it; He died.  He didn’t have to.  He didn’t have to be whipped and beaten so severely that his flesh tore from his muscle and bone, probably exposing his rib cage.  He didn’t have to attempt to carry his cross atop raw wounds to a hill where nails were driven into his wrists and feet.  He didn’t have to be mocked or scorned or spat at… or deceived or betrayed or left to die alone.  I try to comprehend the hell he endured for me.  I can’t.  It’s really impossible for me to wrap my mind around… especially the fact that he did it for ME.  Me and the billions of people who still betray him.  Who still deny him.  Who still mock him and call him names and make light of what he did.

On Good Friday I wondered what part I would have played in his death had I been alive and in Jerusalem at the time.  I KNOW I wouldn’t have been the one to betray him.  I highly doubt I’d have been in the crowd yelling at Pilot to have him crucified.  But I’d have been afraid- I’d have denied knowing him. I’d have run away and left him alone, terrified for my own life.  I wouldn’t have stood up for him- I would have been too much of a coward to watch him be tortured.  I know this, because I do these things today.  But he died anyway.

I can’t comprehend that kind of love, but I want it.  I am nothing without it.

April 3 AP 93– A good workout.  I’ve been feeling stronger and healthier.  Now to conquer diet self-control.

April 4 AP 94– Christianity.  On Easter Sunday I felt… especially appreciative and proud of my Christian foundation, family, and community.  It was good to come together and celebrate our risen Lord.  I appreciate my church home and being among a dedicated group of people proud to celebrate THE truth and love and driving force of our lives.  *And by the way, I have MANY pictures to share with you, soon to come!*

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Bike Rides and Pictures

March 6, 2010
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March 6 AP 65– Bike rides.  I realized today, for the very first time, that I hadn’t worked out all winter.  I don’t think I’ve ever done that in my entire life– three months without physical activity (not counting running up and down the stairs chasing after a toddler and doing laundry of course). Oh yeah, except when I was pregnant.  Exercising made me paranoid when I was pregnant.  Granted, I give myself grace because this time around I had a two-month complete mental breakdown (no exaggeration), and I feel like I’ve kind of been in recovery for the past month…

ANYWAY, my lack of exercise became painfully evident about thirty minutes into our two-hour bike ride today when my legs were on fire, I was gasping for air, and my dad was so far ahead that I could no longer see him.  To make matters worse, when he finally waited up he laughed at me and said he was on the most leisurely bike ride of his life and why was I so SLOW!?

BUT, it was good for me.  And it felt good.  And it made me excited to begin my daily workout routine.

***** PICTURES *****

This is how my dad and Matt warm up for their bike ride:
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My dad wanted to make sure you knew that the donuts are Hostess chocolate frosted and the chocolate milk is Reiter. He said, “anything else is a sad substitute.”

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Everything was still so frozen!

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froooozen

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I kept fishtailing on the ice on the bike trails.

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I’m upset that this picture is crooked because for some reason I love it. I can’t use my ‘straighten photo’ edit feature because it makes the picture look completely out of focus.

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Snow Fiiight!!!

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Tracks!

**BONUS**
Me and Padre in our awesomely fashionable 3D glasses… in the theater for ALICE IN WONDERLAND. Rocked.
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Fancy that to swallow a cat!

March 5, 2010
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March 4 AP 63– Sunshine!!!!  My world is brightening up and getting warmer.  I am even going on my first official bike ride on my new Christmas bike on Saturday.  Sunshine is happy.

March 5 AP 64– My motivation and excitement to begin my Slim in 6 workout series on MONDAY!
People, I have gained an embarrassing amount of weight since starting my new medication.  I know it’s because I am eating like my stomach is capable of stretching to fit the entirety of Ben’s grandma’s cat.

(Photo Credit: Cousin Sam’s Facebook)
I just constantly feel weak, like I need more fuel.  So, I spent this week reading all of the Slim in 6 material, taking my measurements and ‘before photos’… today I am fasting, and on Monday it begins.  So, if I do a good job and I am proud of my results, I will have to share with you my before and after photos.  SIX WEEKS, I can do it!  And six weeks is a long enough time to make this routine a habit and lifestyle change. At least that’s my plan.

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Lent 2010

February 11, 2010
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Hey, y’all!

Lent is quickly approaching.  After a few weeks of brainstorming and weighing my options, I finally decided what I am giving up this year.

Sweets: desserts, candies, syrups, sugary foods.

Because I love them.  Because they are my weakness.  Because they bring me momentary joy and pleasure.  Because I hope to strengthen my self-discipline.

So, beginning next Wednesday not a single morsel of sugary goodness will touch my lips Monday-Saturday until Easter.  I made this decision a few days ago, so of course my reaction is to eat Kit Kats.  And Reese’s Cups.  And iced sugar cookies.  And convince myself that I am a squirrel and I am packing all of the endorphin-releasing, chocolaty, creamy, artery-clogging morsels of joy and happiness in my big squirrel cheeks to devour later when there are no sweets in sight.

But I think that after forty days I am going to be feeling like a new person, healthier and stronger.

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February 1, 2010
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January 31 AP 31– I have a healthy son.  I keep hearing about sick and injured children– premature births, Haitian burn victims and amputees, dwarfism and its risks, terminal illnesses…  And when I look at my son I see a bouncy, fiery, rosy cheeked, perfectly developing little boy.  I hope I never take for granted how blessed I am.  So, that means that next time he throws an epic temper tantrum I will just walk away, take a deep breath, and thank God I have a son with a healthy set of lungs and strong muscles.

On a COMPLETELY different note:
Gastroparesis.

People with Gastroparesis are supposed to avoid greasy and fattening foods and hard-to-digest vegetables.

I don’t know if I have a mild case or what (I assume I do), but greasy and fattening foods don’t really bother me save for perhaps heart burn or a bloated feeling.  I usually just make sure I eat some bread, crackers, Tums or Pepcid, and I can manage about anything unhealthy.  Raw fruit makes me feel pretty miserable but only if I eat it on an empty stomach…  Then there is Coke-Cola, my favorite soft drink ever and the only soft drink worth ingesting.  I can usually keep down about 7 or 8 sips before I have to stop because I feel like my stomach is filled with helium and might fly right out through my mouth and into the atmosphere.  Matt made fun of me the other night for paying $5.00 for a soda at The Lennox and throwing it away almost completely full.  But dude.  It’s Coke.  $5.00 for 7 or 8 sips is WORTH it.  So, Coke is on the Limited list

But then there are certain foods on the Absolute No-No list.  Those foods are as follows: raw carrots, raw broccoli, and raw celery.  Go figure. I can eat pizza, hamburgers, cheesecake, and an entire chocolate Easter bunny, but God forbid I eat some broccoli.  Cooked carrots, broccoli, and celery are A-OK- just boil all of the nutritional value out of them and I am good to go!  But if I eat these raw vegetables I am down for the count and in terrible pain. I mean really.  Terrible pain.  ‘Oh, it’s probably just gas pains’, you might be thinking, but I assure you it’s not.  This is intense; it is like gallons of acid declaring war on my entire digestive system from neck to pelvis- I feel on fire and simultaneously crampy.  Terribly crampy.  I pretty much cannot move for hours.  

And then my stomach begins to yell at me.  Loudly.  I mean, he gets piiiiissed off.  He’s all, "WOMAN!  Why didn’t you just eat the cake you were craving?!  Why did you try to be a good girl by stuffing your face with celery instead?  What were you thinking?!  I HATE celery!  You’ll pay for this!"  Hutch has witnessed me in the midst of a Gastroparesis attack and she has heard, from across the room, my stomach yelling at me.  I’m pretty sure my stomach’s temper even intimidates Ben.  The last time he threw a fit Ben said, "IS THAT YOUR STOMACH, OH MY GOSH!" and he ran away.

Well anyway, carrots are easy to avoid as I hate them, but there is something glorious about the crunchiness, rawness, greenness, freshness of broccoli and celery that I find hard to resist at times.  Like tonight when I was craving something delicious and sugary and fattening and chocolaty and what did I decide to eat instead?  Celery.  Raw celery.  I thought I’d be okay since I’ve been taking prescription stomach meds to treat nausea and indigestion, but no.  I’m not okay at all.  Ooooow.

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Just a few post-christmas pictures

December 27, 2009
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As I mentioned earlier, Adry Padry had a nasty stomach bug on Christmas day. …and then, alas, on the night of the 26th and throughout the day of the 27th, SEVEN family members also came down with a nasty stomach bug; Adry’s Christmas present to us all. Dad, Mom, Matt, Jacob, me, Aunt Kristy, and my mother-in-law were all up sick as dogs. Lovely! I don’t know about them, but my nausea went away and left in its wake terrible aches and pains, perhaps from dehydration. I’ve been trying to guzzle 7-Up to rehydrate. I don’t feel so hot.

Anyway, today, whilst I was home in the fetal position moaning in misery, Ben went to his parents’ place where his grandmother was still visiting from Dover, Ohio. They shot this ‘Four Generations’ photo that I love. I wanted to put it in here for Adry.
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Grandpa Ellwood, Ben, Great Grandma Ellwood, and Adry
Love it.
I keep thinking that it would have been AWESOME if mom’s blood relatives (“family” seems to endearing of a term) was… (how to say this nicely… say nothing at all), then we would have been able to get a FIVE generation photo because my great grandmother is still kickin’ it. Adry, me, Grandma Sanders, Mom’s dad, and GREAT GREAT Grandma Ginny.

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Eating a hearty meal! Wowee!
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It turns out this is one of my favorite presents of Adry’s. DUDE, this thing is AWESOME. It’s just a mat and “markers” and a “paint brush” that you fill with water, and the water changes the mat blue on contact, and then when it dries it goes back to a blank white page like it was never touched. INGENIOUS! I used to spread construction paper on the floor and let him go at it with washable markers, and then spend a half-hour cleaning marker off of my kitchen floor. Whoever invented this toy had kids.

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It also solves the problem of crayon-eaters and marker-suckers, see. 🙂

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Post-Christmas Living Room. Adry had a lot more fun playing with his toys today than he did on Christmas. It was good to see him feeling better, even if I was/still am miserable.

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He’s still not sure what to think of the moving and dancing Elmo. I can see it in his eyes; he is thinking, “kiiinda weird. Kiiiinda creepy.”

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Trying on the Rudolph nose…

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building!

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