The mammogram that I had a couple of weeks ago led to my gyn calling, less than 4 hours after I left the test, and leaving a generic message that he had received my report. After playing phone tag with his office, I gave up for Tuesday. Wednesday morning, the mammo place left a message saying they needed more pics. Thursday, I finally heard back, after some phone tag, from the gyn who said they saw something and need a better view of it.
SO on the 22nd, I went back to the imaging place and had two more pics (mammography style-this time with the machine going sideways at a 90 degree angle). Then the radiologist viewed them and ordered an ultrasound. After the ultrasound, he ordered one more picture (more squeezing) and then I got to get dressed.
The radiologist called me in and I got to see a giant sized picture of my mammogram on a huge flat screen monitor--my boobs have never looked so big! He showed me the area of concern--If you're looking at me the spot would be at about 8 or 9 o-clock as you face my left breast (which would be on your right). Sooo, the radiologist said it was probably nothing, but he was recommending that I get an MRI for more information.
Back to phone tag. I called my gyn office on Thursday and asked them to have the doctor call me on my cell. He, of course, calls my house when I'm not home and leaves another generic message. Friday, he's not in, Monday, he's in emergency surgery, finally I talk to him on Tuesday. He tells me he'll fax the prescription over to the imaging center.
When I call the imaging center on Wednesday, they tell me that my insurance company has to approve the procedure, and I have to wait to make the appointment for that and for another interesting reason. I have to wait until I get my period, then call, and make the appointment from 5 to 14 days after my period starts. Luckily, I shouldn't have to wait too long...it's due on Monday. Hopefully, by that time, I'll have the approval as well...as long as the gyn got the message I left the office about how I need an approval.
I think it's time to contact our health care advocate!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Slide to the right...
YAY. After spending a good part of my morning on picasaweb (about 2 hours-I feel a bit technologically pathetic), I finally figured out how to upload pictures to the site and then save them to my blog. The slideshow to the right is just of Wildwood 2008. If you'd like to see other photos, they'll be arriving shortly at http://picasaweb.google.com/syndeesphotos
Cold Weather
Ali tried to turn on the heat yesterday when she got home from school. I say 'tried' because shortly after turning it on, it began filling the house with a smelly, smokey haze which lingered until I got home at 4:30. I guess I'll have to call our fuel oil company--we know it's only a matter of time before the furnace has to be replaced. It hasn't run efficiently in a long time, often not turning on at all, or staying lit once it's on. Our hesitance is that, at the same time, we'll have to get a new above-ground oil tank. Our current one is buried underground and those are just not allowed anymore. Where oh where to put this monstrosity in our backyard?
I long for the days of summer!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
New Favorite Song--Jason Mraz
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ki61e3zFPks
Copy and paste into your browser to see and hear my latest favorite song-"I'm Yours"-it has such a nice little beat and it's one of those songs that bring me to that 'happy place'--makes me feel good all over...like when you were a child and had no worries.
Enjoy!
Copy and paste into your browser to see and hear my latest favorite song-"I'm Yours"-it has such a nice little beat and it's one of those songs that bring me to that 'happy place'--makes me feel good all over...like when you were a child and had no worries.
Enjoy!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Homecoming 2008-2009
After a long week of chaperoning float sites, Dave and I are beat. This morning I tried to help staple on last minute flowers (some were lost in transport) I came to the realization that I am having trouble squeezing the stapler. Granted it's one of those commercial-type staplers that is used for flooring, but after unsuccessfully trying to staple two flowers, feeling frustrated, I gave up. The parade was great, as were all the grade level skits and the football game--Pat-Med won 10-6!
Here are some float pictures, starting with the freshman class and also a picture of the homecoming court--Ali was nominated as a princess with 3 other Juniors.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Columbus Day out on the North Fork
Above are some pictures of our day out east. The first one has Lesley, Cassie, Ali and Ivy, the second has my mom, Carolann, Blanca in back and Ivy and Lesley in front, the third is (l-r) Ivy, Carolann, Ali, Me, Blanca, Cassie, my mom, and Lesley.
Lesley's mom is my first cousin, and godmother, Blanca and Ivy is the daughter of Blanca's closest friend from way back when, Carolann. When I was younger, Carolann and Blanca used to sing every time I was around. They're about 15 years older than I am and, being an impressionable toddler. I adored them--still do. Blanca lives in Truckee, CA and Carolann is still out here on Long Island (Brooklyn, I think). My cousin, Lesley is on a 10 day break from her Masters' Program in Philadelphia, so Blanca flew out here for a visit and came up to NY for a while. She's staying at her longtime friend, Jimmy's, house in Flanders and apartment in Manhattan. Jimmy is on a cruise in Europe somewhere.
Yesterday, I picked Carolann and Ivy up at Ronkonkoma train station and we drove east with my mom, Cassie, and Ali, to go meet Blanca. We met at Briermere Farms and got some delicious pumpkin squares and apple tarts, and raspberry cream pie to share while sitting on the big rocks (which used to look massive when the kids were little). From there, we headed further east to Pindar and tested out 5 different wines. Heading back west, we stopped at another farm stand for some roasted corn (right in the husks--sweet and crisp and scrumptious). We stopped, then, at Jimmy's so Blanca could get some laundry to do at our house, and picked up Lesley's senior project video.
Arriving back home, we threw on some food and put out an impromptu spread while we watched Lesley's video. It was about mothers and daughters and letting go. Boy, it hit home for me! She had to do research, and create a dance piece with dialogue that showed off what she had learned. It was beautiful, and the songs she selected for the dance routines were appropriately heartwarming. Of course, I needed tissues!
Time with family is never enough time!
Nighttime PT
If you need a great physical therapy office--see above. The two physical therapists on there are Gary and his wife, Melissa. It's been said that she has killer thumbs.
Last night, I went to physical therapy. It was strange going at night...usually I go at 7am, before work. But now that Gary has gone off to BNL, he only has Monday and Wednesday nights at his own place. Grappling with this, I thought about switching to another of his pt's but it's so difficult starting over with someone who doesn't know what's been working for you--different techniques--etc...
Gary had a rough evening last night...after working his first full day at the lab, he then came in to his own practice and was working minus one of his pt's. He's pretty good at multi-tasking, but the office was definitely backed up.
Since the girls were each at their float sites--I put in an hour at Cassie's--sketched out a 4 foot Superman, the logo, and a crescent moon--and Dave had gone over to Ali's, I texted him to see about getting the girls home 'cause I know I'd be late picking them up.
It was interesting... I've been writing on any new eval slips (for doctor follow ups) that my pain is worse at night, and as soon as Gary started working on me, he could actually feel how tight my neck and shoulders were. I said, 'Welcome to my nights'. What's funny is that if I feel any pain when he works on me, he can usually tell me what I'm feeling without me having to say a word. THIS is why I won't switch to anyone else.
I just wish my physical therapy appointment was right after being squished in the torture device. My right shoulder is killing me know--I think I'll put some ice on it and rest for a while before heading back to work at 11:30.
Mammography--UGH
Well, being that I'm 42 and should have started getting my breasts squished in a vice-like contraption for two years already, I went for my first mammography today. I must say, overall, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be--but it was close.
The first half (two pictures, one of each) wasn't too bad. For those of you still waiting to go, the technician places your breast on a cold metal shelf. This plastic tray-like device slides downward, impaling every micro-ounce of flesh from your shoulders downward toward the cold metal shelf. Then the technician turns a knob, thus flattening the breast into even more of a pancake. She walks away, presses some buttons and voila! Magically the plastic tray-like device releases it's hold and moves upward. The same procedure is repeated on the other side. I think, this wasn't so bad--Yippee--I'm done, but NO!
Next, the whole top of the machine turns to it's side on a 45 degree angle. Now, you get to stand sideways, with your arm above the machine, and the technician squishes all fleshy parts from under your arm (then turns you towards the machine) and your whole breast onto the cold metal shelf. Down comes the plastic tray-like device and a turn of the knob and you're now stuck, trying to breathe to calm down the screaming nerve endings, but you're worried about moving too much and having any kind of pull going on. This lovely procedure gets repeated on the other side, but when the tech goes to look at the picture, she realizes my chin was in the way of the slide.
Knowing that my sister-in-law, Theresa, has been through much worse, I bravely say, "It's okay if you have to do it again--I'll survive!" Back into the torture chamber again, staring at the ceiling this time, making sure my chin is not in THIS picture. I must say the angled pictures hurt much more than the sqishy downward one!
I can only conclude that some man must have invented this procedure and about 100 years from now, they'll be comparing it to some form of torture inflicted on women similar to burning at the stake, or the 'rack'. OVERALL, though...it really wasn't so bad...nothing near that nerve pain from August...I guess it helped knowing it would be over soon...now it's just the paranoid feeling you get while waiting for results.
The first half (two pictures, one of each) wasn't too bad. For those of you still waiting to go, the technician places your breast on a cold metal shelf. This plastic tray-like device slides downward, impaling every micro-ounce of flesh from your shoulders downward toward the cold metal shelf. Then the technician turns a knob, thus flattening the breast into even more of a pancake. She walks away, presses some buttons and voila! Magically the plastic tray-like device releases it's hold and moves upward. The same procedure is repeated on the other side. I think, this wasn't so bad--Yippee--I'm done, but NO!
Next, the whole top of the machine turns to it's side on a 45 degree angle. Now, you get to stand sideways, with your arm above the machine, and the technician squishes all fleshy parts from under your arm (then turns you towards the machine) and your whole breast onto the cold metal shelf. Down comes the plastic tray-like device and a turn of the knob and you're now stuck, trying to breathe to calm down the screaming nerve endings, but you're worried about moving too much and having any kind of pull going on. This lovely procedure gets repeated on the other side, but when the tech goes to look at the picture, she realizes my chin was in the way of the slide.
Knowing that my sister-in-law, Theresa, has been through much worse, I bravely say, "It's okay if you have to do it again--I'll survive!" Back into the torture chamber again, staring at the ceiling this time, making sure my chin is not in THIS picture. I must say the angled pictures hurt much more than the sqishy downward one!
I can only conclude that some man must have invented this procedure and about 100 years from now, they'll be comparing it to some form of torture inflicted on women similar to burning at the stake, or the 'rack'. OVERALL, though...it really wasn't so bad...nothing near that nerve pain from August...I guess it helped knowing it would be over soon...now it's just the paranoid feeling you get while waiting for results.
weddings
This past Friday night, Dave and I attended a wedding reception for our neighbor's son. It was about an hour away in Floral Park, Queens at a place called Floral Terrace. Boy, oh boy, what an elaborate hall! I don't know if there is anything in Suffolk County that is anywhere close to looking like this place. The cocktail hour was on one floor with about 40 or so menu items plus passed hors d'ouvres. The reception was on another floor with a domed ceiling, swept with gold swirls and a cherub dome over the raised, round, dance floor. It was really quite beautiful. The D.J. was great and we danced our tails off!
It's funny how it's taken me 24 years to learn how to truly follow Dave when we dance. I found the key is eye contact. IF I don't make eye contact with him, I end up trying to lead- and we fall out of step. If I keep my eyes locked on his, we move in sync and we can be twirling all over the floor without missing a step.
I do have to say that my thigh muscles, calf muscles and hips ached for a good two days following. I think I need to dance more :)
It's funny how it's taken me 24 years to learn how to truly follow Dave when we dance. I found the key is eye contact. IF I don't make eye contact with him, I end up trying to lead- and we fall out of step. If I keep my eyes locked on his, we move in sync and we can be twirling all over the floor without missing a step.
I do have to say that my thigh muscles, calf muscles and hips ached for a good two days following. I think I need to dance more :)
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Day with Robbi and Louise
This afternoon, I was able to get together with Robbi and Louise. They were my friends and singing buddies from high school. Because they graduated two years before I did, we lost touch over the years. I ran into Robbi at Smith Haven Mall and we vowed to get together. After googling Louise for about 15 minutes, I found her as well. Louise contacted the two of us to tell us that she'd be in Manhattan today for a series of seminars.
Robbi and I met at Ronkonkoma train station...me, waiting on the train, and Robbi getting on last minute. We talked non-stop throughout the train ride and I was shocked when we arrived in Penn Station. It was the shortest train ride I can remember. We met Louise in front of the Hotel Pennsylvania about 5 minutes after arriving and we set off to find a chinese restaurant called Ginger. At first, we saw where Robbi thought it was supposed to be and there was a new place called Cosi. Heading just one more block north was the ticket, and there was Ginger.
We sat for almost three hours reminiscing and sharing stories about our lives. It was such a trip remembering all of those wonderful times we had together. It's funny, how when you see friends after so many years, the conversations never end. We could have talked for another 24 hours straight and not been out of conversation.
At the end of our time together, we decided that we should get our families together in the spring. We figured that Robbi and I could head up to Boston since it's only an hour from Louise. A lot of our kids are learning about, or will be learning about, American History so the Freedom Trail is a must. We weren't too sure if our husbands would be interested in this trip as none of them know each other and they might feel forced into getting to know each other. We'll see.
On the train ride home, Robbi and I decided that we need to get together more often. She only lives about 20 minutes away, so it's ridiculous that we haven't done this yet.
Most of all, I would love to sing with them again. Hopefully this will happen soon.
Friday, October 3, 2008
ING Award Winner
http://www.ing-usa.com/us/aboutING/CorporateCitizenship/Education/INGUnsungHeroes/001131.html
Copy and paste and then click on New York and scroll down. I am the winner of an 'ING, Unsung Heroes Award'.
This morning I was greeted to a surprise reception breakfast at my school. In attendance, were the faculty and staff, our PMCT president Paul Pecorale, our S.S. director Gloria Sesso, ELA director Karen Meier, newly appointed S.S. department photographer Lydia Deangelis, a former colleague currently teaching at another building Beth Corpac, the district clerk Dennis Logan, principal Karen Malone, Superintendant of Schools Michael Mostow, Asst. Superintendant for instruction Christine Finn and two representatives from ING!
The reps said that over 1400 people, across the USA, applied for these awards and I was one of the 100 to be awarded one. I was presented with a check for a project I had submitted (a real one and a large fake laminated one) as well as a plaque that reads: "2008 ING Unsung Heroes Award presented to Cynthia Zegel in recognition of innovation and excellence in education. The ING Unsung Heroes Awards program honors America's classroom heroes and their innovative programs that take student learning to new heights."
It was a very exciting morning and I can't wait to get started spending that money on new books and costumes for our 5th graders so they can better learn and show off their knowledge about the important people and events of the American Civil War.
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