Sunday, May 30, 2010

Someone Stop Suzanne Somers

So Dawn, her daughter Val and I had a our own Sex & The City 2 Preview party on Friday night and went to the movie. I loved watching all the amazing clothes, courtesy of famed NYC stylist Patricia Field. But if I had a 10 million dollar budget, I think I would have done a good job, too.

What upset me was when Kim Cattrell's character, Samantha, carried on about taking biodentical hormones because she read Suzanne Somers' book, Breakthrough. Samantha Jones had breast cancer in the TV series. And if you've had breast cancer, you don't touch hormone therapy with a 10-foot pole. Someone was NOT doing their research for that movie--and it pisses me off.

This movie is sending a message that it's okay to keep pumping estrogen into your body after breast cancer--even though estrogen is often the culprit that starts breast cancer in the first place!!!!!

As I mentioned in earlier blogs, I read Suzanne Somers book, Ageless, in 2006 and bought into biodentical hormone therapy hook, line and sinker, Just like Samantha Jones in the latest Sex & The City movie, all I wanted was to feel younger and sexier. Come to find out a year and a half later, it was not worth the price. I was actually feeding the malignant tumors in my breasts and making them grow faster! Who knows, had I not taken biodentical hormones, maybe I would have just had to have a lumpectemy instead of a double mastectomy.

I have emailed Suzanne Somers and Oprah Winfrey about this subject and I have been ignored.

PLEASE, someone stop this Suzanne Somers. She is creating a risk for breast cancer to countless women all over the world. They need to know the full story!!! It could save their breasts, it could save their lives!!!

Had I not followed her advise, I could still have both of my real breasts today.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Minnesota on My Mind

This past weekend I got a chance to dip my feet into the cool, fresh water of Medicine Lake and breathe the dank .air right in front of the house that I grew up in. A flood of memories came back to me, which was made all the more powerful as my childhood friend Trish drove up to greet me. Right after her, cousins pulled up, one by one. I hadn't seen some of them in 30-odd years.

Suddenly I felt as though I was 18 years old again, living on that lovely lake with its gently lapping waves that caressed the sandy beach. It was that tranquil sound too, that pulled me back to the past--when my family spent summers sailing, skiing and swimming on that lake. Medicine Lake was the center of all that was joyful in my childhood.

As everyone gathered to remember my father on the beach of that lake, I realized how lucky I was to live there. I had come home to Minnesota. The Midwestern twan in the voices of my extended family soothed me.


The day before, I drove along the Mississippi River in Red Wing and it made me think of the song my Grandma Bruch sang to me about an Indian Maiden looking for her lost warrior on a cliff overlooking the river at night--"When the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing, the moon is beaming, the maiden's weeping."

I may live in Florida, New York City, Connecticut and any other place on this earth, but Minnesota will always be home. You can take the girl out of Minnesota, but you can NEVER take the Minnesota out of the girl.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Save The Date--Susan G. Komen Race For The Cure, June 5th

For any of you breast cancer survivor babes living in Connecticut, save the date, June 5 to participate in the Susan G. Komen Race for The Cure in Bushnell Park, Hartford, CT. The survivor breakfast begins at 8:30am and the races begin at 10:00 am. It's a great way to partake in an event with fellow breast cancer survivors while walking or running for a cause held near and dear to your heart. I participated last year, and it was a great experience. It was my way of expressing gratitude for beating this disease. For more information visit, www.komenct.org. And if you would like to donate for my walk, simply go to that website and do a search for my name.

I Am Not My Hair

I had to pull out my driver's license today and started to look at the picture of myself taken a year and four months ago. My hair was extremely short, brown and curly. Two months before that, I had finally taken off that wig.

Dr. Pronovost was right. When you consider the amount of time you have to endure bald in the name of a cancer cure, it's nothing more than a quick snapshot of time in your life. It was two years ago this week that my hair was flying off my head at the mere blow of the wind. That's when I realized I had no choice but to buzz it off.

Finally, I have some sense of a hair style, and thanks to Barry at Guy Salon in Stamford, my platinum highlights look just right. Gone is the pale palor of my skin. I'm strong again, moving furniture, cleaning and doing what has to be done without falling on the couch from exhaustion.

I kept looking to this day, and it has finally arrived. It's spring, my favorite time of year--I'm healthy and doing just fine. Joe is sober. What more can I ask for?

Monday, May 3, 2010

The Merry Month of May

This is my favorite month of the year--May. Yesterday, I pulled my car off the side of road and pulled a bunch of lilacs from a bush that looked free of anyone's property. Now they are sitting on my dining room table in a crystal vase and filling my home with the fresh, clean scent of early spring.

I visited the Elephant's Trunk flea market for the first time this year, and reveled in the frenzy of the fast-talking negotiations between the dealers and visitors. I love the hunt for a treasure I have no idea I want until I see it sitting ever so humbly on linen-covered table. That's when the dialogue begins with a vendor and I discover just how much the object of my desire means to me.

I left the flea market a mere 12 dollars poorer yesterday, but on other days the damage to my wallet has been much greater.

I love walking or biking along the Housatonic River Walk between Derby and Ansonia on Sunday mornings and taking in all the budding trees, inhaling the sweet blossoms. Whether in Minnesota or Connecticut, it doesn't get any better i n the month of May