The Waiting Game

So I recently went to get my one year scan after my I-131 scan that I did last year. This year I did the I-123 scan which is a different type of scan, because the 123 scan is diagnostic and the 131 was treatment. They both show up in the scanner in the same way - the difference (the one that mattered to me) was that I did not have to be in isolation for the many days that I did last year. I did the same routine as last year: day one - thyrogen shot, day tow - thyrogen shot, day three - radiation pill, day four - scan. Funniest thing is that I had the same Nuclear Medicine guy doing my dosage this year so it was nice to see a familiar face even when you have to deal with all the crazy diagnostic stuff. He did NOT have to wear the crazy suit and held the pill container with no tongs. He said that the dosage was WAY different and that this one posed no harm to anyone exposed to the radiation pill or me. :) The actual scan is the most painful part of it. You have to lay still for over an hour. I tell you what...your nose never itches until you KNOW you cannot scratch it. For real. :( Seems like he got a good scan and now to get confirmation form the Endocrinologist to make sure that I am clear. I have a pretty good feeling about it - I just hate not knowing for sure.... More later, Eldahg

The last 11 years have gone by in the blink of an eye. I moved to Austin in 2001. I met Sean in 2001. Time does fly - doesn't it? Here I am thinking about all the people that lost their lives and loved ones in a matter of seconds. What a tragedy. There are people that got to say their goodbyes, there are some that are still hoping to see the ones gone missing...This tragic day has forever changed most of us. I know it changed me. I thought this country was inpenetrable, invincible and safe against any kind of terrorist threats. Boy was I wrong. I felt that we were so vulnerable and exposed in so many ways after this day. September 11, 2001 is a day that will forever be remembered. I think about the wars that are still being faught. These wars that have our soldiers still away from home. There have been many more casualties since we are out there trying to protect our country from more potential threats. I have a person dear to my heart in Afghanistan right now. I always pray for him and every single person in the military. I believe that our soldiers are doing this for the rest of us and I am forever in their debt. There is one thing I try to do when I see a serviceman/woman in uniform: I thank them for their service. I always get a smile and a: "thank you; it's my pleasure, Ma'am" Today as we sit here and remember the events that happened this day, eleven years ago, we should count our blessings and thank those whom sacrificed and continue to do so.

Just Respect Others. Seriously.

Ok, I think I hit my limit on the whole Chik-Fil-A thing. Yes, we all have freedom of speech. YES it is encouraged and KUDOS to those that are actually practicing this right. I believe that we are entitled to voice our opinions and speak our minds as long as we don’t insult others in our wake. I respect people based on just one principal: you are a human. There are so many versions of us as human beings that it would be impossible to try to sit there and pick and choose person’s characteristics and base our friendships and relationships solely on those that match our criteria. All that just sounds pretty ridiculous to me….almost as ridiculous as judging someone just by their hair color or color of skin. I was raised with very strong Catholic beliefs and they are the core of who I am. This does not mean that things have to be exactly as the church dictates. I believe that we all have to change in order to grow. I know that if we don’t change; things will always remain the same. I have values and these values are the ones that allow me to accept people and their choices. I don’t have to agree with everyone – but I do respect everyone. When it comes to simple things like tattoos, piercings, body art and whatever else is popular these days… I chose not to do that to my body – but I can certainly appreciate them on someone else. The stories and meaning of the body art is very fascinating and gets someone to open a door to their soul. I really enjoy hearing the stories behind tattoos; there is always more there than you expect! Now back to my point. This is taken from their FB page for Chick fil-A Appreciation day: “We are for the freedom of Americans to speak their mind and practice their faith.” If this statement were true, why is it that there is so much against people that choose a different sexual preference? I understand that not everyone is giddy about people being openly gay. I get it – it IS different and we are not used to it. That does not mean it is wrong. I am not gay, but that does not mean I get to judge those who are. I truly believe that people that are gay are that way biologically. They didn’t CHOOSE to be attracted to the same sex. Why would anyone want to be in a controversial relationship just for kicks? Rebelliousness in some cases, maybe. I think you are born with it or grow up and realize you just are. I happen to have close friends that are gay in both sexes and they are amazing human beings. I am not saying they are better or worse – come on, they are JUST people! There is nothing different - just who they choose to spend their lives with. I cannot understand why it is not just something that can be accepted. It is beyond my comprehension. I want to add that I am very dissapointed in those that claim to be Christians and sit there and judge people that don't follow "the Biblical view of marriage". Shame on you for making negative comments. I am the person I am because of the people around me. I have my core upbringing – but I am constantly growing as a person, Mom, spouse, sibling, daughter, friend and all the other hats that I wear. I accept challenges and change with open arms. I have learned that life is too short to harbor hate or ill feelings towards anyone. I have learned to forgive. Hate kills. Love heals. Life is sweeter when you learn to breathe and stop to see what is passing you by. Elda