View From Table 9

May 17, 2007

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Filed under: Uncategorized — table9 @ 2:47 am

One of my enduring memories of childhood were the times my Dad and I went to the ballgames together.  Always the Phillies, always at the Vet- possibly the worst place ever to see a ballgame.  We’d get tickets in the ‘cheap seats’, then move down to lower levels after the 3rd inning (with of course the ushers blessing).

It was always my Dad and I.  It was not every game, though there were quite a few.  My sisters had little interest in sports, niether did my Mom truly.   While I’m sure there must have been times we all went- my Mom swears there were – I don’t honestly have a recollection of them.

I can’t remember when we stopped going, though it was probably just before I went to college because I can remember seeing Mike Schmidt play his last games.

I’ve caught a few games since leaving home – a couple of games in San Diego, then a few minor league games in Virginia.  Nothing consistent, just a game here or there.   It was OK.  Became a huge hockey fan, that’s where we spent our ‘sports dollars’.

This past weekend, we had friends in from VA to catch the Phillies vs. Cubs games.  I went on Sunday – Mother’s Day – with Steve, our friends and my Dad. Because the game was sold out, I could only get tickets in blocks of two, near each other but not next to.  Steve insisted I sit with my Dad.

The funny thing about memories are that sometimes the emotional resonance gets lost, or buried.  I had always spoken of the games I went to with my Dad – it’s something most everyone who knows me has heard.  What I had forgotten was the pure joy there was in doing that.  Not just going to the games; going with him, in pure sync, natural, comfortable, and complete presence in the moment.   It was as if time reversed and we were back at the Vet, father and daughter.  Only now it’s the Bank, a WAY better place to see a ballgame.

My God, I had not realized how much I missed that, and how much I enjoy it.  How is it that I never made it to a game with him in so many years? How lucky I feel to have discovered it again.

Happy Mother’s Day to me.

May 14, 2007

Mountains from Molehills…

Filed under: musings — table9 @ 5:23 pm

OK so everyone who’s heard of how painful and/or difficult or unpleasant a mammogram is (i.e., the jokes about slamming your breast in a refrigerator door, etc.), listen up: It’s not.   Yeah, they smush your breast in-between two plates.  For like 15 seconds a pop (4 total – that’s a whole MINUTE of your life).  Yes, it hurts, like a big pinch.   Not nearly as bad though as many other tests or ‘procedures’.  Honestly, I found a pap smear to be more uncomfortable than this, and that lasts longer.

Plus, my FP referred me to a practice that reads the films while you wait, and the only thing they do are mammograms.  SO, no waiting for days, no making another appt to get new films done. I waited about 10 minutes before the doctor called me in.

The result?  Clear as a bell.  And thanks to age, I do NOT have ‘very dense breast material” as I had been told before. I saw the films, and she answered all my questions.

Whew.  I hadn’t realized how much it was scaring me until I heard that.  I’ve been grinning ever since.

May 11, 2007

Senior Citizen Free Preview Month

Filed under: musings — table9 @ 7:31 am

So, I’ve always heard about how, when you age, visits to the doctor proliferate like dandelions, right? I just always figured it would happen right around the time your Medicare ID shows up.

I think I’m getting a free preview month.

After my friend Larisa was diagnosed with Breast CA last month, I made a new commitment to taking care of myself.  Yes, I did go to an OB/GYN, and have my prescription for a mammogram.  I’ve also ended up at:

Dermatologist

Cardiologist

Family Practice

and am headed to:

Radiologist

Plastic Surgeon

All before Memorial day. Dang.

BTW I’ve also experienced the surreal.  Dermatologist was to check out a strange cut-that-wouldn’t heal on my shoulder that DH spotted and kept an eye on. As it turns out, it’s a basal cell carcinoma.   Wow. I have skin cancer.  What’s weird is that it completely does not phase me, even after I went to the FP and for the first time circled “cancer” on the new patient questionnaire.

What’s also strange is that since I’ve gotten that DX, nearly everyone I’ve told has reacted like this: “Oh, yeah, I had one of those…” Who knew?

So now I have a great excuse to not go to the beach, or at least cover up a ton, and have rededicated my life to sunscreen.  I love Coppertone Continuous Spray stuff. It rocks.  Must go search for large floppy hats.

Oh, Plastic Surgeon is to remove said lesion, as it’s in a tricky place according to Dermatologist.  Maybe when I go there I can ask why it seems my entire body has slid 2″ towards the floor.  I kid you not.

As it would happen, FP directed me to a radiologist nearby who does only mammograms and reads them in her office right after you take them – no going home and wondering, no terrifying callbacks to get ‘better pictures’, only according to FP like 10 minutes wait.  Cool.  This works well with my aforementioned sheer terror something will be wrong. No coincidences.

Anyhow, it does seem like I’ve spent a great deal more time in doctor’s offices in the past month than ever before in my life (even when we were doing infertility TX or the time I blew out my knee).  I suppose a nice perk is that I’m now caught up on People and Good Housekeeping. 🙂  I also have a new appreciation for the life of a Senior Citizen, that’s for sure.

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