Cancer Survivor, writing about Health and Fitness as you age

This guy And This gal got married. These are still true today: We are going strong!  I love my boys (all of them) and  You are still the  head of household . To the best bubby ever! (For a more complete anniversary post, look at the one for our 15th )

In March of 2015 a friend I had known all my life died from inoperable cancer and when she died, she took a piece of me with her. She was diagnosed the same year I was, and left her husband and 2 young children behind. She had worked very hard in her short life and I decided that if we could manage it, I would welcome a chance to take the time to share experiences with those I love and maybe not spend so much time at work. The New Me is happy to report that after a number of years, I am on a sabbatical from work...again! So the New Me is "New" again! For a long time- I needed to work so I didn't spend my days and nights worried that every ache and pain could be cancer. I needed the work challenge for my brain to recuperate from the fog that is "chemo brain". I needed to know that I could be successful and productive again in spite of the trauma. This year will be 5 years since my diagnosis and I feel I could breathe a bit easier even though I co...

15 years ago today, my husband took a leap of faith and married me. When we first met, he didn't even know where Trinidad was! I'd been working in information technology for long enough that I felt I needed to expand my horizons...perhaps a business degree somewhere overseas? I picked my graduate school because they offered a 1-year program (that is, a 2-year program compressed into one year), and I didn't think I could afford a 2-year overseas program, since I missed all the deadlines for scholarships - I had decided too late. They also had good scores for their teaching. After being out of school for a while, that seemed a good thing. I went into debt and headed off to England. My husband's graduate school had an exchange program with this University in England and as fate would have it, we landed in the same class doing much the same courses, with him sitting behind me. Here is a somewhat poorly scanned image from the year we met  - a class photo. No, we didn...

But first a little background. My husband has a men's group that he meets with once a week and they are a fan of John Eldredge . They listen to the cd or podcast and discuss relationships, faith, etc. But they depend on my husband to provide the playing device. This is an email he sent out a short while ago: " Brothers, Many moons ago, in an age before touch screens, Jimmy Johns single-sandwich delivery, and bank bailouts, Jeff [boss]  gave me a tiny iPod as a birthday gift. It was a kinder, gentler time then.   I have enjoyed using my square little buddy nearly every day since then. But now it is time for that tiny indestructible purveyor of sound to live on to serve our Band of Brothers, so that we may hear the messages of John Eldredge on Tuesday mornings, whether I’m there or not (or late), and independent of Chris’s [friend] laptop being agreeable to playing a CD, or not. I will place the valiant little iPod into its white Bose cradle so that we may enjoy it toget...

I wanted to make a short post to my boys, all of them, about them. To my biggest boy, my husband. I think I owe you a month of Sundays of video games, and I promise you, when I am better you can collect on those IOUs any time you want. I love you: for your patience for your understanding for your flexibility despite the latest curve ball for your positive outlook for your support in so many ways for not asking more of me than I am able and asking so little for perspective for stepping up like a man - the man I wanted to marry and still do and for the way you are. To my little boys, who have shown me so much love. The smallest, my cherub, is the one who will hug my leg and kiss me and remind me why I have to stay strong. My big son will try me but in ways I am only beginning to understand, he shows me his love and his fears. He is a wonderful big brother to the little one (albeit rough at times), but when I need him to be the man of the house - he rises to the challenge...