<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:38:08.133-07:00</updated><category term='mind'/><category term='ocularist'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='enucleation'/><category term='running'/><category term='problems'/><category term='enulceation'/><category term='lost'/><category term='prosthesis'/><category term='post enucleation'/><category term='chemo'/><category term='scare'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Gilad'/><category term='Scott Garonzik'/><category term='poop'/><category term='MRI'/><category term='EUA'/><category term='eye'/><category term='after chemo'/><category term='retinoblastoma'/><title type='text'>I Mom This</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-7291527405390179891</id><published>2011-03-25T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:20:36.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott Garonzik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocularist'/><title type='text'>Ocular prosthetics</title><content type='html'>So, we got that second opinion from an oculoplastic surgeon-He said the route of all of my daughter's socket problems were the ill fitting, two large of a prosthetic made by Scott Garonzik.  Scott also adds a cold cure dental resin to the eye to enlarge it.  This material harbors bacteria and breaks down quickly easily causing severe irritation and discomfort and infections.  Her eye was severely infected (perhaps even for the better half of the year) and it took three months and an eye made by our new ocularist to go away.  Since all this has happened, I have been very educated in what an ocularist should and can do.  I am mad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott Garonzik did NOT do good work for my daughter, he dismissed my concerns and even told us NOT to get a second opinion about her socket.  If anyone out there is reading this and wants to learn more, please e-mail me.  Apparently, my daughter is not the only one with serious issues regarding an ocular prosthetic made by Scott Garonzik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-7291527405390179891?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7291527405390179891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=7291527405390179891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7291527405390179891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7291527405390179891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2011/03/ocular-prosthetics.html' title='Ocular prosthetics'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-1036538490807584714</id><published>2010-09-15T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:46:53.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EUA'/><title type='text'>EUA time</title><content type='html'>EUA is on Friday, but we are leaving for the trip tomorrow after her 3 year old appt. and pediatric clearance for anesthesia.  Things that concern me this time are 1)  her socket development-we have been getting bad reports since January (and are getting another opinion in a couple of weeks) 2)  her complaints that she can't see things (when they are right in front of her) and that she can't see well.  I am not sure if she is learning the latter this from another kid at school or if she is for real.  Quite honestly, it scares the crap out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-1036538490807584714?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1036538490807584714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=1036538490807584714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/1036538490807584714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/1036538490807584714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2010/09/eua-time.html' title='EUA time'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-5434833380075163405</id><published>2010-02-17T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T05:50:41.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port out</title><content type='html'>And still no job.  I have had 3 phone interviews with one company and took and assessment test.  I, however, have yet to hear from them.  Not so great for my ego.  Oh well...I guess it is back to the drawing boards, the economy is so bad right now-changing careers isn't going to be easy.  Who out there is willing to give me a shot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-5434833380075163405?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5434833380075163405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=5434833380075163405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/5434833380075163405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/5434833380075163405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/port-out.html' title='Port out'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-4093680630756183279</id><published>2010-01-13T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T03:39:18.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost over...</title><content type='html'>She is going to get her Port out this month.  Then the biggest part of our cancer trip will be over.  Of course, she will still need MRIs and exams under anesthesia, BUT, she can go to day care and mommy can get a job.  We seriously need me to work....I am nervous, anxious, feeling insecure...it has been 2 years since I have worked and my old job wasn't exactly a run of the mill occupation.  I don't think I can return to scenic art.  My future and her future means too much to me to put us at risk again by constantly exposing myself to those types of chemicals.  To get a some idea of what I am talking about, please read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greentheaters.org/tirelessly-working-safety-monona-rossol/"&gt;interview with Monona Rossol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that leaves me with lots of questions.  What do I want to do, what am I qualified to do, and will someone take a risk, hire and train me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-4093680630756183279?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4093680630756183279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=4093680630756183279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/4093680630756183279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/4093680630756183279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/almost-over.html' title='Almost over...'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-6555768143732718339</id><published>2009-11-14T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:21:39.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>It has been one year since her eye was removed.  I am full of conflicted emotions today.  We are lucky she is alive, that the tumor (although it filled 80% of her retina) did not touch her optic nerve (aka, pathway to her brain).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is fierce, strong, amazing, beautiful, funny, demanding, loving, and more than I can properly put into words.  I love you, my sweet baby girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-6555768143732718339?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6555768143732718339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=6555768143732718339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/6555768143732718339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/6555768143732718339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-6151581970069904390</id><published>2009-11-14T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T03:41:57.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>Yes, I still hold onto the anger at the Dr. who missed the tumor in my daughter's eye.  It was right there.  We PAY you to do your job.  Your job was to examine my baby. ALL of my baby.  That tumor would have been seen when she was 3 months old (considering we have photos of it at one month).  Her eye could have been saved, her life not AS threatened, if only you picked up your ophthalmoloscope and dimmed the lights to naturally dilate the eyes.  Perhaps even once mentioned that it is a good idea to get a 6 month old baby's eyes checked by a pediatric optometrist.  But no, you did none of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I question why I still have friends who know all we have been through that STILL see this Dr.  She and her whole group (since we were there tons and saw different Drs and nurses) missed the TUMOR in my baby's eye.  (of course it is not visible with the naked eye which is why you are provided with the instrument.  It isn't a dust collector.  USE IT!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, when I can think more rationally, Dr. M.  You will get a nice little letter from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-6151581970069904390?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6151581970069904390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=6151581970069904390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/6151581970069904390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/6151581970069904390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-8767784302252288928</id><published>2009-09-28T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:22:22.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"oh sh*t"</title><content type='html'>Scenario:  Me, making dinner, a new recipe I have never made before, multi-tasking.  I am draining my pasta and realize that I was suppose to reserve some of the pasta water.  Rowan is sitting on her booster in her chair in the kitchen with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (flustered)  Oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter:  (big smile) Oh shit!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it loud, clear and was so proud of herself for getting that one right.  I couldn't help but smile-that is my kid alright :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-8767784302252288928?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8767784302252288928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=8767784302252288928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8767784302252288928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8767784302252288928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-sht.html' title='&quot;oh sh*t&quot;'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-3641902422996188048</id><published>2009-09-03T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:23:20.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...another attempt</title><content type='html'>...at giving her milk.  (It has been months, so I thought I would try.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene:  Kitchen table, lunchtime, grilled cheese and chips on her plate.  I place the opaque sippy cup next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter:  (sips the glass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (look at her and smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter:  What's that?  (points to cup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (slight pause)  Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter:  (picks up cup)  NO!  (throws cup at me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-3641902422996188048?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3641902422996188048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=3641902422996188048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/3641902422996188048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/3641902422996188048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-attempt.html' title='...another attempt'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-480410144549036573</id><published>2009-07-24T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:42:15.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Help, seriously, help</title><content type='html'>Any of you guys sometimes just feel really stupid?  I feel really stupid most of the time now.  I have trouble saying words, pronouncing almost everything and just thinking quickly on my feet.  I don't know what my problem is anymore, but I feel like such a dunce meeting new people cause I can't hardly remember things just said to me 5 minutes previously....It would suck if I have early Alzheimer's....But honestly, I think that is the way I have been feeling.  I am pretty sure it is just cause my brain is a muscle that isn't being put to use....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-480410144549036573?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/480410144549036573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=480410144549036573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/480410144549036573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/480410144549036573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/07/help-seriously-help.html' title='Help, seriously, help'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-6941786015133057039</id><published>2009-07-18T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:24:44.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosthesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after chemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><title type='text'>Mission:  Remove  Eye and other things</title><content type='html'>Since my daughter has been to the ocularist, she has been blinking her eye tons.  I decided since all the lub. ointments don't seem to be helping that I should take out the eye and clean it.  This was the first time I have had to do this since she got her custom eye.  (before that it just sort of fell out).  Well the first try, I was very unsuccessful.  She was good (she does my eye while I do her eye and makes it more of a game), but I just couldn't get it.  When I started to tear up and get frustrated, I let it go.  The next day was beach day anyway.  So I HAD to do it.  SHe again was very good.  I got it on my second try!  YAY.  Cleaned it very well then put it back in NO problems.  Then she went off to play and I just stood there and started crying.  It was a successful venture, but everything we just went through this past year hit me like a ton of bricks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are nearing the anniversary of her diagnosis and her first cycle of chemo, all this coupled with her birthday last year.  Her first birthday.  The day I just wanted to reflect back on her birth and how much her being with us means to me.  Instead I woke up earlier than early for her first surgery (port), then held her down as she kicked like hell as the nurse injected her with the poison that was going to help kill her tumor.  This year...I am going to try to reflect on how lucky we are that she is still with us and some of the better parts of this past year as well as try not to dwell on all that went with her cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-6941786015133057039?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6941786015133057039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=6941786015133057039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/6941786015133057039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/6941786015133057039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/07/mission-remove-eye-and-other-things.html' title='Mission:  Remove  Eye and other things'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-8374923131714248331</id><published>2009-06-25T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T05:06:17.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>down time</title><content type='html'>So when you are dealing with cancer and you are on this side of it (post treatment), time is measured by tests and exams.  We are currently in "down time" and it is the longest down time we have had since Rowan was diagnosed.  She is doing SOOO well too.  All steps are going "ahead" for her!  She doesn't even need to go back for an EUA until after her birthday (August 20th), well eight days after, but maybe we can actually celebrate her second birthday with friends and family instead of in a hospital.  Last summer, she received her first cycle of chemotherapy on her first birthday.  That was the worst day of my life and I am so happy she probably has no recollection of it.  This year will be so different.  I will reflect on her birth, her trials, her battle, her awesomeness and party party party!  Nothing will be held back or held down this birthday.  I am already trying to figure out how to make a Winnie the Pooh cake..there must be a mould somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she said, "dinosaur" yesterday...her first 3 syllable word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-8374923131714248331?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8374923131714248331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=8374923131714248331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8374923131714248331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8374923131714248331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-time.html' title='down time'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-8130537525412493846</id><published>2009-06-17T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:25:36.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Coming today!</title><content type='html'>A close friend of mine is making the trek down to Florida today for a 5 day stay!  I cannot wait to see a familiar face.  Moving is really hard and finding/making friends at this age is even harder.  She is one of those people I can have a good time with even when we are just watching TV.  I love her with all my heart.  She was always there to listen to me and hear me cry through all of my daughter's treatments which isn't an easy thing to do, esp. when you single (as she was at the time...since then, she got herself hitched), hip, and really probably could have been doing something better than listening to me.  Alicia, I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-8130537525412493846?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8130537525412493846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=8130537525412493846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8130537525412493846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8130537525412493846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/friend-coming-today.html' title='Friend Coming today!'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-670090098494093833</id><published>2009-06-04T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:25:53.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last post</title><content type='html'>I wonder if my friends Dr. read it because they drew her daughter's blood and got the results immediately!!!!  She is fine!  It was just a fluke first reading which I knew could happen.  I love hearing good news  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-670090098494093833?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/670090098494093833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=670090098494093833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/670090098494093833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/670090098494093833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-last-post.html' title='My last post'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-9043944562123496161</id><published>2009-06-04T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:27:01.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood cancer</title><content type='html'>Sucks.  I don't know why there should even be a thing and if I hear one more person tell me, "Well things happen for a reason,"  I will seriously go off on them.  My kid didn't get cancer for a reason!  F-you.  No kid should have to get cancer...no kid should go through chemo, radiation, enucleations, brain surgery, spinal taps, MRIs, CT scans, blood transfusions, never ending nausea, weekly hospital stays, and all the rest that comes with cancer.  We are lucky that off all the cancers my daughter had retinoblastoma that has a 90% survival rate in the US/Great Britain and all other developed countries (30% in most of the world)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To doctors:  When something is wrong with my kid, I usually know it, as do most parents...when something is off, try listening to what a parent has to say.  If you order tests, please do so with urgency as parents don't like to wait for results....(well I guess no one does), but seriously...call a parent back that night if the results come in late...schedule tests for early so they might be in by that night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a girlfriend tell me that she became a much better Dr. when she became a mom...Its true though...so try to put yourselves in our shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this cause I am worried about a friend of mine and her daughter.  They have become very dear to me, but are going through a rough time.  I just wish I could speed up the clock for them so they have some answers...I am not much of a prayer, but they will be in my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-9043944562123496161?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/9043944562123496161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=9043944562123496161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/9043944562123496161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/9043944562123496161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/06/childhood-cancer.html' title='Childhood cancer'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-7821407804217911082</id><published>2009-05-31T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:52:02.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so good at this</title><content type='html'>blogging thing.  I am bored today..inside, don't know why I don't go out other than we have no money and it is HOT...welcome to summer time in Florida.  Rowan is bored, but being a good sport about it...I just got a huge cuddly hug :).  SO since last time, she had her EUA.  It went well-still no tumors in her right eye.  Dr. Murray doesn't feel the need to see her again until August.  I am relieved, but nervous about that.  I trust him as he is one of the best though.  Her prosthesis report what not as good...it needed work.  We went to Orlando a couple of weeks ago for that.  The eye was thinned out, added to and thickened in some areas.  For some reason, it looks not as good to me two weeks later...We go back to Orlando in July and I am pretty sure she will be getting a new custom one in September..or at least the mold will be cast then.  She is growing incredible quick and still doesn't cease to amaze me.  She is so smart and learning quickly.  She now knows the cancer center is a friendly fun place which makes me happy.  She loves it there.  Don't know what we would do without them...I hope to get in their SOAR program soon for survivors, even though we are not out of the woods until she is 7 (?) and then there are always the high risk to other cancers we will have to worry about her whole life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Things are good.  If you are in the FL area and can check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://believeinmandy.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-good-old-fashioned-family-summer.html"&gt;Mandy's fair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via her mom's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-7821407804217911082?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7821407804217911082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=7821407804217911082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7821407804217911082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7821407804217911082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-good-at-this.html' title='Not so good at this'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-1732741827983707530</id><published>2009-05-04T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:29:02.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Present and short term future</title><content type='html'>Going out lots lately.  I feel I've been too careless with my daughter.  I need to take more caution and leave when I hear coughs or sniffles even if I know that person and they say their kid "isn't contagious."  Before cancer, I wanted her to get exposed to build up her immunities...now....I just want to stay out of the hospital.  Is it too early to be counting the days down to January?  I guess-her next EUA is Friday.  My emotions are all conflicted about this weekend.  There is dread about the actual trip/car rides and hotel stays..there is excitement about meeting a long time friend finally face to face!  I hope I suppress my dread in order to have fun with D, C and R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-1732741827983707530?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1732741827983707530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=1732741827983707530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/1732741827983707530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/1732741827983707530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/present-and-short-term-future.html' title='Present and short term future'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-7480628999545517025</id><published>2009-04-18T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:36:47.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>faces</title><content type='html'>Putting up fronts and switching faces, walking on eggshells.  When will this pass?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-7480628999545517025?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7480628999545517025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=7480628999545517025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7480628999545517025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7480628999545517025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/faces.html' title='faces'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-6734624423623345814</id><published>2009-04-10T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:30:33.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Alone</title><content type='html'>Parents leave Sunday.  I need friends.  Its hard when the last year of my life has revolved around getting cancer out of my baby.  I make people uncomfortable which makes me feel uncomfortable.  I don't think the first moms group is going to work out well, but I will try.  I really miss our friends in CT and MA.  ANyway, so when my rents leave, I am alone with my daughter (My husband is too much in WoW to be considered "here".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman asked me the other day as our children played together, "what do you like to do for fun?"  Seems like a normal question.  I gave her the most blank stare.  I came home and talked with my husband about it.  He doesn't even know what I like to do for fun.  I thought more.  Then found it was an easy question.  I love to walk, bird watch, see new things, read maps (oddly enough), go new places, be outside, garden, plant things (reminds me I have to buy some herbs! and another pot), even if it is a new neighborhood.  I love museums, but with my daughter I don't know if I could enjoy them as much.  Anyway, so now I know what to say if anyone every asks me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next visitor come in June.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-6734624423623345814?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6734624423623345814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=6734624423623345814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/6734624423623345814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/6734624423623345814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-alone.html' title='Feeling Alone'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-7789478580045210810</id><published>2009-03-31T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:56:30.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorant People</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I let them bother me.  Why do I let their uneducated comments get under my skin?  Why do I want to punch out a woman I have never met for a stupid comment she posted on an article online?  I sent her an e-mail.  It probably won't be read.  I told her I was offended by her comment that greatly lacked research on her part.  I will update if I get a response from her.  Perhaps I will even publish the correspondence for all (lol, like who really reads this other than me) to see.  I am sure I am over reacting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-7789478580045210810?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7789478580045210810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=7789478580045210810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7789478580045210810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7789478580045210810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/ignorant-people.html' title='Ignorant People'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-1556011074473244892</id><published>2009-03-18T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:31:16.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The results...</title><content type='html'>Everything came out fine!!!!!!  Of course the Dr. took his time to look at the scans (I can't even get into this...), but the news is good.  My daughter is cancer free!!!!!!!!!!  I feel like I can breath with a smile now, at least until May....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-1556011074473244892?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1556011074473244892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=1556011074473244892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/1556011074473244892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/1556011074473244892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/results.html' title='The results...'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-4558886282504833419</id><published>2009-03-17T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:18:48.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MRI done</title><content type='html'>Now we wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-4558886282504833419?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4558886282504833419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=4558886282504833419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/4558886282504833419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/4558886282504833419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/mri-done.html' title='MRI done'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-5324886358424804974</id><published>2009-03-16T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:32:19.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><title type='text'>MRI and other things</title><content type='html'>At last the date is here, well tomorrow morning to be exact.  I am very nervous.  What if they find something?  That question pops in my head for every EUA, blood test, Dr. visit, etc now.  Once zapped by the cancer gun, there is no going back.  No more innocence of motherhood.  It is the gray cloud that hovers near by.  So what if they find something?  Well we take it from there I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news:  My husband is finally home, yay!  The in-laws are in for 11 days, yay! AND I am finally going to spend my first night away from my daughter ever, when my husband and I take our getaway.  I look forward to it, but am still nervous.  I hope my daughter sleeps fine for Nana and Papa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-5324886358424804974?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5324886358424804974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=5324886358424804974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/5324886358424804974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/5324886358424804974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/mri-and-other-things.html' title='MRI and other things'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-4039736138051300984</id><published>2009-03-10T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:37:14.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-4039736138051300984?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4039736138051300984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=4039736138051300984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/4039736138051300984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/4039736138051300984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/inside-edition.html' title=''/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-803248323310074535</id><published>2009-03-09T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:40:12.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Good last week!</title><content type='html'>My friend and her son came for a visit from MA.  It was awesome!  I haven't seen any of my old friends since last.........April, yes it was April.  My husband hasn't seen anyone since last two Thanksgivings ago-it was so great and busy.  Now that our daughter is out of chemo and fairing well (levels are normal, even with the port), we can DO things!  Doing things is great.  We first went to the aquarium.  It is a great aquarium and our second visit.  I am not thinking that she may be a tad too young to appreciate the experience.  Then we went to the Lowry Park Zoo.  This &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; LOVED.  She liked it too and it wasn't so crowded that I felt nervous putting her down and letting her walk.  We are going to do this again while Nana and Papa are here next week.  Lastly, we went to WDW. It was nice and I am all over it now.  Shocking!  I know, it is sexist and racist, etc, but who can't buy into their wonderful marketing?  Okay, it was my daughter's wave and excited yelling, "Hiah, Mickey!" at the parade that really got me.  She also was obsessed with the Pooh ride (well maybe not the ride-more the giant picture of Pooh outside of the ride. "Hiah Pooh!"  She melts my heart and along with it my hatred of all things Disney.  That was a super long day that started off with her vomiting in the car, but it ending on a high note with two kids on sugar highs crashing to comas after a delicious take out meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nana and Papa are here next week!!!!  I love having all these visitors, it really has been way too long.  My husband and I are going to escape for a much needed "adult" break.  Our first us time since our daughter has been born.  My husband has been away, but not me.  No more excuses and Nana is dying to watch her for a few days all by herself.  I guess I have some control issues, but I am SOOOOOOO ready.  My first overnight without my baby!  We will be close enough by incase there is an eye emergency, so coming back to fix it will not ruin our vacation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of eyes.  She gets her custom eye Thursday.  This month has flown by!  I can't wait to see it!  Another busy week passes and another busy week will begin.  We are going to the Children's Cancer Center tomorrow, Orlando Thursday...Okay, so that is it, but both are good for their own reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her MRI is on St. Patty's Day.  I hope that means good luck.  I am nervous, although all things point to good news.  Everything is just another hurdle...If we can just get through the chemo, if we can just get past the enucleation, if we can just get past the last three chemos, her first EUA post chemo......One step at a time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-803248323310074535?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/803248323310074535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=803248323310074535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/803248323310074535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/803248323310074535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-good-last-week.html' title='Busy Good last week!'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-5776510531587581520</id><published>2009-03-01T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:41:37.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out</title><content type='html'>SOOOOO much needed.  My husband stayed home with our daughter while we took a trip to the outlet mall.  I bought a pair of jeans, bras, and some casual t-shirts.  All very much needed.  I even managed to stick to my diet.  It would be great to fit into some of my pre-cancer clothes again!  I am waiting to pick up my friend Em and her son Johnathan from the airport.  A busy next couple of days, but it will be good for me.  I realized late today, we really don't have much food in the house, so I am winging it.  We do have coffee at least!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see our daughter play with another kid (okay, this always thrills me and she learns so much from them). J is almost 3-so I hope she learns tons, esp. in the language category.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ran for 38 minutes tonight.  It felt good and I haven't been doing as much running as usual.  Trying to be more family oriented at night...yada yada.  I need the run.  Today has been a great day.  Will be exhausted tomorrow, but happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-5776510531587581520?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5776510531587581520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=5776510531587581520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/5776510531587581520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/5776510531587581520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls Day Out'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-9202009118111457314</id><published>2009-02-28T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:43:33.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Cancer 15 and gray hair</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we were going to see some old family friends today.  I put my daughter in a really cute dress and I was going to wear something as well.  Try on dress #1-fits, but I need a strapless bra, next dress.  #2, can't get it over my hips, okay, pretty sure that is how I used to get this dress on, fit over head, zipper isn't close to closing.  #3, fits zipped, wait a minute, I see my arm pit fat.  I want to now burn dress #3.  Arm pit fat is the worst.  I have officially gained what I call the "cancer 15."  Similar to the freshman 15, these 15 pounds have been adding up over the course of the past 6 months since my daughter's diagnosis.  I know I am making bad food decisions.  I know it.  I don't know why I am doing it.  I love veggies and fruit, I am just not eating them.  I am even making them for her, so what is wrong with me.  I am making a pact with myself that I will start eating better from now on and continue with my running and exercising...taking her out for walks, taking the dogs out, etc.  This not working thing is killing me.  Weight was never an issue while I worked.  Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for gray hairs.  These are also new since my daughter's diagnosis.  THese I am enjoying.  I like that I have white hairs growing from my temples (okay, just my right temple).  These are war wounds.  Yes, she ultimately fought the cancer but we did to.  We were there with her, not sleeping, holding, consoling, etc.  Her pain was our pain, her fight was also our fight.  I will not dye my hair for at least another 6 months or until the novelty of my new gray wears off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I guess we had a really really great week.  I got sunburnt in February!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-9202009118111457314?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/9202009118111457314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=9202009118111457314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/9202009118111457314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/9202009118111457314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/cancer-15-and-gray-hair.html' title='Cancer 15 and gray hair'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-3033618534388817989</id><published>2009-02-23T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:44:20.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosthesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EUA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Friday's EUA</title><content type='html'>We were in for her first EUA post Chemo last Friday.  I was really really nervous for many reasons, but here are the real 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  It was just me and my daughter this time.  Dad stayed home so he could "work." I hope those quotes don't really need to be there.&lt;br /&gt;2)  Dr. Murray was going to tell me she has tumors in her right eye now and I would have to digest that by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well  there were NO tumors in her right eye!!!!  We don't have to be back until May 8th!  That is about 10 weeks!  It is really really great news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall the trip was great.  Can't beat cancer free.  I was exhausted as our daughter just screamed all night long in the hotel.  I am thinking of just driving out at 2:30am for next time....It would be the same amount of sleep, but I will have coffee in the morning....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-3033618534388817989?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3033618534388817989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=3033618534388817989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/3033618534388817989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/3033618534388817989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/fridays-eua.html' title='Friday&apos;s EUA'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-4220034404433831098</id><published>2009-02-18T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:46:34.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>White Poop scare</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I change our daughter, nothing out of the ordinary until I look in her diaper and see strange white poop.  Hmmm, That is odd, I tell my husband-he agrees it is odd.  Must be something she ate, I toss the diaper and get her in the car to go to the Drs.  She has that EUA on Friday and needs her clearance for anesthesia.  Have a list (of course in my head-I need to learn to write things down!) of questions to ask he Dr.  Amazingly enough, I remember them all.  None of them involve white poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastforward to the end of the day.  8pm: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "You get this one, whoa, stinky." &lt;br /&gt;Husband:  " Yes dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later. He calls out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband:  "Odd this one is white again.  Do you want me to save it so you can see?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Okay, I guess, I think I am going to google it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I google "white poop."  Seriously frightening.  Everything says call Dr. immediately.  I fret.  I stress, I finally call the pediatrician we just saw earlier that day.  I feel like an idiot for calling over poop. (esp since there is no blood this time!)  Says it is probably just an enzyme, not to worry about it now, but keep an eye on it.  She obviously hasn't googled "white poop."  I said okay then and continued to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning now.  Poop.  brown.  Good.  Doc was right.  I wish I could learn not to stress.  Cancer I guess changes things.  Chemo changes things.  I don't think I would have stressed if she didn't have cancer or the big bad chemo drugs.  Kids poop-that is what they do.  Will this feeling of dread over all unusual ever end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-4220034404433831098?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4220034404433831098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=4220034404433831098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/4220034404433831098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/4220034404433831098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/white-poop-scare.html' title='White Poop scare'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-5985933679857483227</id><published>2009-02-17T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:47:46.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EUA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Nothing New</title><content type='html'>Just nervous about this weekend (well Friday's EUA).  Seems like her "birthdays" (18 months) all seem to bring life altering events.  The first bringing her first cycle of chemo.  Not my choice, but a hurricane made it that way.  SO I guess that is the way it was meant to be.  This time my daughter and I are doing it alone.  I don't want it that way, but my husband has to work on his dissertation.  HE HAS TO WORK ON HIS DISSERTATION!!!!  No really, we really really need and want for him to get it done.  I am nervous about 4 hours in a car with my daughter by myself.  Grrrrrr.  Think I will pack snacks and of course lollipops for the desperate times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day to enjoy before "reality of cancer" hits us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW-she is doing GREAT post chemo-50% for everything!  Her weight is climbing back up which is a great relief.  She had dipped a little low for a while and is now gaining again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I can get her to nap!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-5985933679857483227?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5985933679857483227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=5985933679857483227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/5985933679857483227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/5985933679857483227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing New'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-8855809888056801655</id><published>2009-02-15T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:49:09.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gilad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>So I have been doing fairly well with running.  Lately, however, it feels like the first half of my run is great-beyond my expectations, then I crash.  I can't figure it out.  Yesterday, it was shear exhaustion (my first 630 am run, I figured).  Today I ran at noon.  I had a headache earlier, took Motrin, but it didn't go away and seemed to get worse as I ran.  Dehydration maybe (although I did drink at least 2 large glasses of water this morning....).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am back to running at 7 pm.  It seems to be what works for me and it also keeps my eating in check for the day.  Running after dinner, not the best, but I usually eat a smaller portion that way.  I wonder if I will push the time later as it gets hotter here.  I am not really running for any reason other than health, and maybe running a 5K to raise funds for children's cancer research...(in my way future).  I don't seem to be losing any weight though and I want those extra 10 "cancer" pounds to go away (weight I gained since my daughter's diagnosis)  I decided to do some Gilad again.  His Body sculpting series after 20-25 minutes of running...I am not sure where I am going to fit him in yet.  Definitely my days "off"  (which technically should be tomorrow, but I am going to try to a real run tomorrow evening instead of this crap I have been doing). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.  I am really trying to eat well, run well, etc.  I hope that next Friday's visit to Miami doesn't make me lose my motivation.  It seems to have that effect.  EUA post chemo-I am nervous, terrified, want to hear "all clear," get her push of hep, then get the hell out of that nasty, dirty, gross city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-8855809888056801655?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8855809888056801655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=8855809888056801655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8855809888056801655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8855809888056801655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-8664210815243157509</id><published>2009-02-13T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:27:23.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Oh well</title><content type='html'>So she woke up with the eye in the right position,  but moved it while cranky in the car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, and maybe I will write more on at a later date.  I think there should be a club for depressed stay at home moms who feel their lives have turned to shit even though they get great enjoyment out of watching their children grow and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why is it, that I get no credit for the wonderful child our daughter is becoming?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-8664210815243157509?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8664210815243157509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=8664210815243157509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8664210815243157509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8664210815243157509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-well.html' title='Oh well'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-6244129734970078902</id><published>2009-02-13T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:37:36.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosthesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Eye update</title><content type='html'>So less then 24 hours has past and so far so good.  She woke from her night sleep with it in the right position.  The BIG test is nap time.  She has been sleeping for 3 hours almost and I have to wake her up thanks to a stupid policy that you can't pay off your car online.  Damn-now I have to go to post office and have it mailed overnight or something ridiculous like that.Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off to gently wake her up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-6244129734970078902?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6244129734970078902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=6244129734970078902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/6244129734970078902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/6244129734970078902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/eye-update.html' title='Eye update'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-5970752507124406570</id><published>2009-02-12T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:52:25.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosthesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Eye news</title><content type='html'>We just got back from the ocularist. I arrived a bit late due to my remembering the time it take to go to Orlando incorrectly (1.5 hours!)  It took me 1.25, so I was only 15 minutes late and they were not ready for her anyway.   Normally he only spends 5 minutes with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter screamed of course...it is hard to watch and be a part of, but I think we (My husband-who wasn't there today, and I) are getting used it.  We know it does NOT hurt her, but it might be misinterpreted that way.  I hope they don't put that spin on it.  My daughter just gets scared when people hold her down and go for her face.  Wouldn't you?!  I would be and I have both my eyes and haven't been through a fraction of the things she has gone through this past year (and she isn't even 2 yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they added a bit to the top of her prosthetic and we hope that helps with the rotation problem we are having.  Grrr.  I sure hope it does...we will find out tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-5970752507124406570?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5970752507124406570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=5970752507124406570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/5970752507124406570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/5970752507124406570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/eye-news.html' title='Eye news'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-1309708549365425275</id><published>2009-02-11T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:54:19.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodramatic</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I guess I was a bit melodramatic yesterday.  Today is a new day and thanks to living in Florida, it is beautiful out.  I got myself some new running shoes today and am eager to try them out.  My last run was so disappointing, I think change will be good.  That plus my old running shoes were over 2 years old and falling apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited Dad today at work.  Got to show off our daughter to some folks he works with.  She really knows how to work a crowd.  She got overtired though and fell asleep on the way home.  I am still waiting for her to finally nod off.  I will start dinner after this post.  I have been planning on making this meal for quite a while now.  Oh well. today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have time, I will start painting.  I traced the drawing (I am lazy and drawing always takes considerable time for me.) It is my first human painting since I can remember, so I am not sure how it is going to turn out.  There is also a dog in it (of course!)  If this comes out well, perhaps I will have to do one with Rowan and the fur kids.  We will see.  Perhaps I should start to actually paint for a living (at home.)  Now I am just trying to get back into the swing.  Hopefully morning runs will lead to more productive days for me.  Only time will tell (oh and a morning run-hope to start that tomorrow.)  Working on getting out of this rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take suggestions if there is anyone out there reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW-My daughter goes back to the ocularist tomorrow.  I hope there is something done about the constant struggle we are having with her eye.  Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-1309708549365425275?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1309708549365425275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=1309708549365425275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/1309708549365425275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/1309708549365425275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/melodramatic.html' title='Melodramatic'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-666544363253904975</id><published>2009-02-10T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:55:13.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after chemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post enucleation'/><title type='text'>Where we are now and now what?</title><content type='html'>I feel inspired to write another post after meeting two mom's who keep blogs at the Children's Cancer Center in Tampa, Florida.  Of course, they are both better writers and have wicked senses of humor  despite their own cancer fights with their girls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are.  Done???  Perhaps, but obviously not done.  The worst of it is over.  She is most likely cancer free (although I really want to wait until the MRI to announce that officially).  The MRI is in March.  She has her next EUA in a couple of weeks and goes back to the ocularist this Thursday.  I hope something happens there so she can't flip her prosthesis or take it out as easily as she does now.  I hate having to fight her to put it back in.  She is doing well though and each day she gets better, stronger, more defiant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me.  Well, I am depressed.  I feel useless and just worthless and I am getting fat.  I don't feel like a good mom or person most of the time, despite what everyone tells me.  I am also stuck on a few words my husband said to me during a fight in December that hurt me more than he will ever know even though he apologized for them.  I have done the whole "seeing someone" in the past, but I know I am the only one who can pull myself out of this.  My daughter keeps me going for now, I seem to forget myself when she is around which is great.  I guess, I know, the issues lie with me.  I blame myself for her cancer, either my work, or my genes.  Obviously, I didn't do this on purpose, but....it doesn't stop me from blaming myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So real upper.  I also feel lucky that my daughter's general prognosis is good, really lucky.  I fear for her.  I see she is developing issues already with depth perception.  Don't know where to go on that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-666544363253904975?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/666544363253904975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=666544363253904975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/666544363253904975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/666544363253904975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-we-are-now-and-now-what.html' title='Where we are now and now what?'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-3828691658988515840</id><published>2008-11-12T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:35:26.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enucleation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>full of bull shit</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am not okay with this.  I know this is what we have to do, but really, I am freaked out.  How did we win the Rb lottery?!  I didn't sleep at all last night and I am on the verge of tears non stop now.  Rowan trusts us and although, we are making the right decision, her eye or her life, I feel guilty handing her over, scared to a bunch of strangers to remove her eye.  She has such beautiful eyes too.   This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-3828691658988515840?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3828691658988515840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=3828691658988515840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/3828691658988515840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/3828691658988515840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/full-of-bull-shit.html' title='full of bull shit'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-4674661563823299740</id><published>2008-11-11T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:57:00.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enulceation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Enucleation</title><content type='html'>So, I am trying to make myself come to terms with this.  It has been easy to deal thus far because my daughter hasn't let three rounds of chemo slow her down at all.  She has shot up 2-3 inches, learned to walk and run, gotten 4 more teeth, and learned at least 3 more words.  She has been inspirational and through all of this.  There is no way I would or could be as strong and full of life as she has been these last 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this month, her cancer becomes real.  She will have her eye removed this Friday.  I am trying not to think of it as them taking away a perfect piece of my baby girl.  What we gave her isn't perfect, it is poison.  I am terrified and anxious.  I don't feel prepared, but who can ever be prepared.  I keep reminding myself that she will be free of this cancer after Friday.  Yes, she will still have three rounds of chemo and a life time of exams under anesthesia AND prothesis fittings, adjustments, etc.  I fear for it all.  This is truly diving into the unknown for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I may be able to look at this experience and think, "it has just made us stronger."  For now, I cannot even think that way.  I know I am lucky to have a sound marriage, an amazing baby and a supportive family.  WIthout those things, I would be lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-4674661563823299740?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4674661563823299740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=4674661563823299740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/4674661563823299740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/4674661563823299740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/enucleation.html' title='Enucleation'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-7237259637328241241</id><published>2008-10-13T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:34:41.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Round 3 here we come</title><content type='html'>Or at least we hope.  We still have one more blood test.  Seems her levels dropped late this time, so there was a little scare.  She has been acting and seeming fine though.  Right now she is munching on some Gerber cheese curls.  She loves them, but it is kind of gross to watch.  She has been wonderful after Round 2.  She has a little scabby looking area on her head under her hair that we will have the Dr. look at and she got a yeast infection (or what I thought might be one-we just called the pediatrician on this one) that has cleared up after a day on her yeast infection meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things she loves to do.  Run, get chased, pull all of our tupperware out of the cabinet (now I see the need for childproofed cabinets), mush her duck either by sitting on it or belly flop, read, be read to, sing and dance.  Also she exclaims "da da!" when every her enters a room.  Its cute, but it would be cuter if it were "mama!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-7237259637328241241?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7237259637328241241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=7237259637328241241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7237259637328241241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7237259637328241241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/10/round-3-here-we-come.html' title='Round 3 here we come'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-8776219821778862902</id><published>2008-10-01T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:58:55.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>calm after and before the next storm</title><content type='html'>My daughter is doing great!  She is teething something fierce and keeps bumping up to a temp of 99.something...just below a hospital visit.  Nana has been staying with us, but left this morning.  She is going to miss her Nana dearly!  I am going to miss her dearly.  I have used having her as an excuse to do NOTHING!  I think it is starting to depress me, along with the 5 extra pounds I am carrying!  I am going to start walking our daughter after her morning nap to get out of the house and get some exercise.  I am doing Gilad on most days (not today), but I prefer the outdoors.  Hopefully the FL heat/sun factor will be a plus in the months to come. It is still so damn hot during the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-8776219821778862902?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8776219821778862902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=8776219821778862902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8776219821778862902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8776219821778862902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/10/calm-after-and-before-next-storm.html' title='calm after and before the next storm'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-5581310929904249755</id><published>2008-09-20T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:59:55.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Round 2</title><content type='html'>Round 2 seems to be going better than round one. My daughter is kicking cancer's ass.  The tumor has shrunk down 50%.  Dr. Murray was excited to tell us the news.  I could tell even though he still didn't that a breath when talking to us.  I am impressed with our daughters spunk.  The hospital doesn't seem as bad this time either.  We have roommates, but they are quiet and it doesn't seem to hinder her sleeping...she is sleeping, so that is very good.  I am very hopeful we will get to go home tomorrow before noon if not right around then.  The Dr. has to make her rounds, so I hope she does it quickly.  We have the zofran at home this time, so we can give it to her before she goes to bed. AND Nana and Papa will be there and so happy to see is as well as Molly and Zizek for a special greeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-5581310929904249755?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5581310929904249755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=5581310929904249755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/5581310929904249755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/5581310929904249755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/round-2.html' title='Round 2'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-2783207445520029040</id><published>2008-09-14T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:03:15.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Days Left</title><content type='html'>We have five day until we return to Miami.  I am dreading this, but look forward to blasting her cancer once again.  I am nervous about the eye and that it has started to drift inward.  I am nervous about the drive out there, we are going to try to turn you around, like a big girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are currently pulling all your books off the shelf and I am typing this knowing you must go in for your nap now.  You have settled on your Dog book.  You love dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time to play Moomy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-2783207445520029040?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2783207445520029040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=2783207445520029040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/2783207445520029040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/2783207445520029040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-days-left.html' title='5 Days Left'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-571920322130956041</id><published>2008-09-12T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T05:01:36.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Life During Chemo treatment</title><content type='html'>So, life does return back to normal in between Chemo treatments.  Baby girl got an infection after her first chemo treatment, and that landed us back in a hospital.  At least this one was close to home.  Grandma came because I needed my mother.  That was nice.  Since we have been home, life has been good.  She is running now!  She is such a ham.  She hides behind the counter in the kitchen and plays peek-a-boo with me.  When she gets tired, she just turns her head, but it still cracks her (and me) up.  We had Inside Edition folks here last week.  They air the episode tonight.  I hope it comes out well and that my goal comes across.  Get your baby's eyes checked!  Well, I feel like I was the last to know, but I know I am not.  I love you my sweet baby girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-571920322130956041?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/571920322130956041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=571920322130956041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/571920322130956041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/571920322130956041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-during-chemo-treatment.html' title='Life During Chemo treatment'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-8574422396892529647</id><published>2008-08-18T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T05:02:47.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>1 day to C day</title><content type='html'>Cancer really sucks.  I am scared and anxious and angry.  Yes angry.  I am angry that it wasn't noticed months sooner.  Chances are my daughter was blind at 8 or 9 months (now that we know what to look for in the photos).  She definitely was blind at her last well baby visit.  I wish I had caught it sooner.  I am usually so good at knowing when things are not right.  I missed this one.  Maybe that is why I am angry.  Anyway, I think I make it a mission to get thorough eye exams a standard part of wellness visits (as I am told by a pediactric friend are, but apparently not).  Anyway, so we are in Miami now.  We leave to go to the hospital just to meet the oncologist around 11.  Then I am sure we will wait a few hours.  Then we come back to the hotel and prepare for tomorrow.  I can't wait for this to all be over with and we are only starting this process.  At least tonight we will get one last night of baby girl pre chemo. Of course we haven't had our first experience yet, but I think it is safe to say, CHEMO SUCKS.  CANCER SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-8574422396892529647?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8574422396892529647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=8574422396892529647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8574422396892529647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8574422396892529647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-day-to-c-day.html' title='1 day to C day'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-1965593466776449934</id><published>2008-08-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T06:29:20.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retinoblastoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>No matter how I write it, say it, read it-it all doesn't seem real.  Baby girl has Retinoblastoma.  It sucks to be that parent.  The one that you say wow that sucks to be that parent, then you find yourself as that parent.  It sucks more than I could have ever imagined.  They say it is contained...two days to wait...will it still be contained?  I want to hold her 24/7 and of course that is ridiculous,  she won't allow that anymore.  This is all I can write now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-1965593466776449934?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1965593466776449934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=1965593466776449934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/1965593466776449934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/1965593466776449934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-7457173776116250213</id><published>2008-08-05T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:54:11.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming</title><content type='html'>That is right, she wants to swim.  She doesn't want or feel the need to have her mom hold her.  I do, of course.  She does think that water is for drinking and it has more chlorine in it than any pool I have ever been in-which is a good thing.  I got bare butt pictures of her today before her bath-that was after pool time.  I can't wait put them in her yearbook.  I am that kind of mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-7457173776116250213?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7457173776116250213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=7457173776116250213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7457173776116250213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7457173776116250213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/swimming.html' title='swimming'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-8225144681183262903</id><published>2008-08-04T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T05:05:03.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops</title><content type='html'>Didn't do a thing about my resume today.  My daughter and I went swimming after the ADT guy came and set up our alarm.  &lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder if we even need this alarm.  And of course we had to pay to get a new box installed....Yup.  Of course we had to pay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something fun and unexpected-our old mortgage company actually sent us a check!  Seriously!  They owed us money!  When does that ever happen. I am suspect, but will cash it anyway (we need the money).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-8225144681183262903?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8225144681183262903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=8225144681183262903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8225144681183262903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/8225144681183262903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/whoops.html' title='Whoops'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-7019122410130242378</id><published>2008-08-01T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T05:05:52.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Time</title><content type='html'>For me to get a job.  I wanted to be one of those stay at home moms and be happy, but I am not built for it.  Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter, but I feel lazy staying at home all day.  I need to be writing my resume right now, but here I am blogging.  I am sad to leave my life in the theatre.  While in it, all I wanted to be was out-now I miss it.  I am going to do more for me, "us" painting...pricing out paints already.  Any requests?  I paint large scale...I guess that is how we will be setting up our lanai, as my paint studio.  I am too messy to paint large scale in the house....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-7019122410130242378?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7019122410130242378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=7019122410130242378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7019122410130242378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7019122410130242378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-time.html' title='Its Time'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-2249746507741643965</id><published>2008-07-27T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T05:08:43.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Killer Frogs</title><content type='html'>So this whole wild life thing is new to me.  I thought Indiana had lots of bugs, but really, FL has scary frogs.  They come out at night and adhere to your home and front door.  I have had one jump on my hand, but my experience this morning was the most horrific.  Of course this is all happening in the dark and this morning I was hung over and exhausted on top of that.  Ok.  my daughter wakes up, dogs wake up...most "walk" dogs because we have no fence, so I choose to do this without my daughter this morning as she isn't crying too hard and it was obvious Molly had to go.  I open the door, the frog jumps from above me onto my head and in the house.  I scream (not the high pitched scream, but a low "ahhh"  It is what come naturally when I am scared shitless.)  I then stand there with my dog very excited large dogs and watch the frog in the house.  Is is poisonous?  I don't know.  Dogs pee, I bring them in and immediately shove them on our bedroom with my sleeping husband.  I shut the door.  I get Rowan.  She is crying, I need to feed her.  So I sit down in the living room.  I can hear the frog jumping all over the dining room.  I then see it scaling the walls.  This is too much for me. My daughter finishes, I wake up my husband.  I need help.  I can't have her crawling around with a frog jumping all over the place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he gets up (way early for him) and manages to get the frog outside.  My hero...by the way, he also does bats....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-2249746507741643965?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2249746507741643965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=2249746507741643965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/2249746507741643965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/2249746507741643965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/attack-of-killer-frogs.html' title='Attack of the Killer Frogs'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-3783710565590184706</id><published>2008-07-22T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T05:09:18.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow-day three</title><content type='html'>This will slow down when I get a job, or a friend.  Today was a good day over all.  We did more organizing in the bedroom.  Exciting.  Still no show from baby girls monitor.  We took a bath together...she went completely under when I was washing my face.  oops.  She swallowed a bunch of water-yes drowning can happen in a matter of seconds, but luckily, I was there and she was fine.  My bad-totally on my watch.  Dad can blame me for that repressed memory she will have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-3783710565590184706?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3783710565590184706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=3783710565590184706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/3783710565590184706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/3783710565590184706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-day-three.html' title='Wow-day three'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-7844123021356006142</id><published>2008-07-21T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T06:09:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two</title><content type='html'>Florida is hot.  Rowan is hot and teething. Not a fun combination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The produce here is great.  We get great peaches, cherries (weird), bananas (Rowan actually likes these), etc.  Tomorrow we will try "florida avocados," with our taco lasagna.  Rowan loves avocados.  Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we go into Marc's work.  I look forward to seeing where the magic will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-7844123021356006142?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7844123021356006142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=7844123021356006142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7844123021356006142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/7844123021356006142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-two.html' title='Day two'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8298626928133618065.post-2635388569827593348</id><published>2008-07-20T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T05:11:07.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my daughter</title><content type='html'>I decided to make this blog for my baby girl.  Perhaps it will live forever for her to read at a later date, or not.  I will think of it as a diary of sorts, written for her.  My &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/55q4bn"&gt;myspace blog&lt;/a&gt; is my diary about my pregnancy, but since I no longer really use that, I figured I would start a blog about life with my daughter today.  I am not sure how often I will write.  This may be the only one....I am not good at following through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to Florida from Indiana.  My daughter now officially hates the car.  She screams when the car is in eye sight now.  Some may think it is endearing or even cute.  No it is not.  We love you, baby girl, but you do have a set of lungs.  Since day one.  That is a good thing since her monitor base is lost in the move.  I still have high hopes of finding it, but I am probably being foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we have learned during this move process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Baby girl is better when mommy isn't around.  She plays quietly, she enjoys exploring, she laughs and giggles.  When mommy is around, she climbs my leg and screams until I pick her up.  I cannot just join her on the floor, no I must pick her up.  Daddy then gets angry when Mommy picks her up.  I can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Baby girl hates cars now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  The only word she says, that we recognize as a word and that she knows the meaning to, is "dog."  She usually says this with a pointed finger.  This is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  She loves loud music and even is she is cranky, she will turn on her groove thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Baby Girl is now awake.  I must go get her to ensure that she doesn't get out of the crib cranky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8298626928133618065-2635388569827593348?l=imomthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2635388569827593348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8298626928133618065&amp;postID=2635388569827593348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/2635388569827593348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8298626928133618065/posts/default/2635388569827593348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imomthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-rowan.html' title='For my daughter'/><author><name>mcsant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12776256093839700445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
