Valium, MRIs, and Wife of the Year

Here’s the funny thing about life: It can knock you down and lift you up in a heartbeat.  This week, I had a little situation with an MRI.  I had to go have a breast MRI on both breasts and I was a little freaked out.  My mom died of breast cancer at the age of 44.  She was only eight years older than I am now. That’s eight years, two years younger than my son’s age, three years older than my daughter’s age.  Eight short years.  You can imagine how freaked out I was when my doctor saw a little something on a mammogram and follow-up ultrasound that he wanted to get a closer look at, thus the MRI.  The contrast from the MRI sent me into a panic attack in the middle of the exam on Monday.  I had to go back in on Thursday (yesterday) to retake the test.  With Valium.  Now, I’m not the kind of person who takes drugs.  I’ve never been high.  I’m the person who has all of those side-effects that are always listed on the warning labels of prescription drugs.   Continue reading

An Ode to My Husband

I’ve been thinking about this post for the last few days.  My husband and I just celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary and I wanted to commemorate the occasion by writing a little something about him.  I’m sure I’m not alone when I say that the old adage is true: Happiness really is being married to your best friend.  I’m sure I’m also not alone in this thought: Some days I’d like to punch him right in the neck.  But I don’t.  Because he’s my best friend and I would never want to hurt him (unless he misses the laundry basket one more time). Continue reading

So, you want a night out…

You want a night out?  The first thing that comes to mind is: Are you crazy?  You’re leaving your precious little one to go out and enjoy yourself with your spouse/significant other/friends? How dare you think you deserve that time to actually be the person you were before your kids came along!  Just who do you think you are, missy? Continue reading