Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Sliced Bread

The human mind and spirit never cease to amaze me.
 I hard the hardest week of my life but bounced back like it never happened. I will admit that after my appointment on Thursday i came home and just slept i didn't eat i just slept, but by the next morning i was recharged and ready to go. To sum it all up my doctor informed me that my tests were clear and we can stop the meds a year early. We are doing a 3 month trial at first to see how i will do. I was so excited by this news that when the doctor reminded me that i will never be 100% cancer free and that i could again in my life need treatment i felt like all my excitement shattered into little sad pieces. I know this, i know my cancer is chronic not acute. I know that a chronic cancer is like any chronic disease such as high blood pressure, but it is still hard to hear that these little nasty cancer cells will forever be part of my being. It is like knowing you have dirt on your hands and not ever being able to completely wash it off. It can make the most sane become OCD. I just want it gone, out of me, ewww i hate those cancer cells, yuck. But the doctor reminded me that it can be 15 to 20 years till i see another flare up, and with that i know i need to let it go. Let it go that these buggers are in me but aren't me and don't control me. So right now im working on letting that go and just living life.
 We made our very first garden. I am the queen of the black thumbs and if their is a plant in my path i will find a way to destroy its future, but we are trying. I got a book at the library that is supposedly a sure fire way to garden for even desert dwellers like me. The kids are so excited and B"H over Yom Tov a few of our seeds popped through.

I also did a fun project i decided it was time to print and hang some family pics up. I know its hard to believe that i don't but what do the say about the shoe makers kids. Well same goes for the picture happy mom. I had the hardest time finding frames so finally i did my own. It was so easy i'll share the how to right here with you.
 You'll need:
1. Store bought black frames
2. Mat spray paint
3. Sanding block
This is as simple as sliced bread. All you have to do is lay out your frames on newspaper ( being careful spray paint will leave a nice ring) with the glass removed and spray paint them any color you want. I did a couple coats. When they are done sand the edges to bring the black back up, and you will have your own shabby chic frames. I did the same thing with the "G" i bought a black G in the Michael's dollar section, painted and sanded. If the cardboard back of your frames become a little warped from the spray paint just hot glue them back in place. ENJOY!
 BTW when i can't update this blog i'm always updating the MyShtub face book page, make sure you like it here to stay up to date. Have a wonderful week!!!

Friday, May 25, 2012

Clear!!!

The test was clear B"H B"H!!!! Cheesecake here I come! Have a wonderful Shabbos/ Yom Tov everyone! *More details in a later post

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Am i a chassid?


Im rolling out Challah with my little ones. My kids have watched me do this for years, they know the routine by heart. Rozie has gotten big enough to reach the counter so i hand her a piece to knead , but she doesn't want her small piece she wants the entire 5lb dough. I laugh and hand it to her. It is impossible for her to lift the dough to knead it properly, but she knows how this works and does her own version. She puts it down in front of her and shuts her little eyes and starts humming a nigun and attempts the knead the best she can. I look at my little girl and realize she is doing exactly what i have been doing. See i am a chassid, and when i make my challah i sing niggunim. I bring the dough down on the counter i turn it this way and that until it makes a perfect ball. I sing whatever tune comes to my head, today it is the Mitteler Rebbe's nigun. My kids know this and are usually excited to join in. Truth be told im not even a singer, but when i make challah it comes out of me.
There has been much debate about this online lately who is a chassid and who is not. Whose words are real whose are fabricated, like a contest, but im not about competing. Im about making my challah right now. Rozie is now asleep and Dovie is at cheder, so its now just me and the dough. I put my hands in and start to roll. I turn on one of my favorite CDs because i need it right now, and as the words of tehillim start to fill my ears i keep rolling and shaping. I soon realize my challah is wet with my tears but i keep rolling it and listening, see im a chassid this is what i do. I start to braid it  into perfect 6 braided loaves. I was taught to do so long ago that it almost feels like a life time ago that i was sneaking jeans under my skirt as i learned to make this therapeutic bread. I keep rolling, I keep braiding. I know realize that i have made 12 loaves and there is no more dough , and i am suddenly alone. See today is the day, today is the day that i find out if i am completely healthy or if the cancer has spread through my body. Today is the day the doctor will tell what my future holds, and im now not quite sure what to do with my hands, but i am a chassid, so i stand up. I don't wash my hands i let the left over oil soak in. I need that oil today. In our lives we get so overwhelmed with the mundane and suddenly it feels a lot bigger then it really is. I feel like my world has suddenly gone crazy with Asifa and internet, ladies who are and are not chassidish enough. Who has a right to speak and who doesn't, and i feel like i have so much to say and contribute to these conversations, but i cant. I can't spend my time reading these articles and the counter ones, and the article countering the counter article. How can i worry about such things if i don't even know if i will have a future to worry about. My time is filled of thoughts of my children and if they lost a mother. Of my husband who already lost his mother and if he could  handle losing a wife. My thoughts are so far from internet discussions and the happiness of Jewish women in a repressed society. I just want to live, i just want to walk into my doctors office and for him to have a smile on his face. Ive seen that smile of his before, i need to see it again. Its is funny where life takes us on this roller coaster, up and down, and often when we are up on the highest point we really feel like this ride isn't so scary, then it drops, and the next time you go up you realize how wonderful that top is.
It is time for me to put the challah in the oven, and im almost tempted to make another batch, but i cant i need to go to my appointment. I will give some tzedaka, i will think good things, and i will bring with me a picture of the Rebbe. I need his strength today.
I am a chassid

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Top 5 Reasons why Down syndrome Rocks!

Today while I was shopping at my home away from home also known as Target, I got sucked into that tiny isle. You know, the one in the baby section with all the little tiny newborn socks, mini sandals that fit in your palm, and little onesies that could fit a doll.  I looked at my big girl and I felt like I was just here buying her tiny sandals. Then I realized, "Hey, I was just here!" Rozie just recently grew out of newborn sized shoes, and honestly she wore 0-3 month for most of her first year. Rozie will be three in a few months and we are just now fitting in 24 month size, and honestly I'm loving every minute of her prolonged small size.  This got me thinking about these simple wonderful things that go along with having a child with Down syndrome. The stuff they don't tell you when the genetic counselor is sitting there with their large flip board explaining chromosomes and what and not. Trust me, there is no page they suddenly flip to with a picture of the tiniest shoes that can make the heart melt of even the most non-maternal. They don't look at you and say, "See these little heart melting wonders? Your baby will wear them for at least 2 wonderful years!  Every time you put them on her you will be forced to kiss her tiny toes, and most likely you may buy a few pairs and arrange them on a shelf so when she is not wearing them you can  look at them anytime you want."
This all got me thinking that there are many wonderful things about raising a child with Down syndrome. Here are my top 5:
1. Children with Down syndrome typically have a smaller stature causing them to have a baby appearance for longer. Low tone also contributes to this appearance. I am the mother that still sniffles a bit to see that her first baby with the soft blond curls is actually now taller then me.  I can honestly look each and every one of you in the eyes and say with all my heart that he was just a baby a few years ago, I was just holding his hand with the baby dimples last month. But alas he is grown into a teenager and it flew by way too quickly.  Rozie is staying in this stage a lot longer, and I relish each and every minute of it.  Give me baby fat, give me tiny clothes, give me soft baby snuggles, and hear me roar.

2. Children with Down syndrome need a little more help reaching their milestones.  They do everything a bit later on the developmental charts.  When a child has to work a little more to reach something we celebrate. When a child becomes a Bar Mitzvah we celebrate all the hard work and the huge achievements.  This is what having a child with Down syndrome is like.  Each milestone feels like a Bar Mitzvah.  No joke, I almost rented a hall to celebrate when Rozie walked.  I love this and I wish I celebrated each small milestone with my other children.  I wish I jumped for joy when Dovie first tracked a toy with his eyes, but I honestly don't remember when that happened.  For Rozie I know the exact time and date.

3. Having a child with Down syndrome will open your eyes in a positive way to the rest of the world.  It will soften your heart allowing you a new form of acceptance for people of all abilities.  I myself noticed that since I had Rozie, I was more accepting to people in general, but more so those who have mental disorders. One time a homeless man came into a store and started yelling at most of the shoppers.  Nothing scary, just loud.  I usually would try to avoid this type of situation like the plague, but I suddenly was able to see who he was, and I saw his neshama in a new light.  I did not run, I just went on with my shopping.  Thank you Rozie for giving me that gift.  I plan to treasure it always.

4. When you have a child with Down syndrome new people come into your life. I have made friends across this country some who I genuinely cherish.  I am so grateful that thanks to this little extra chromosome, I found these mommies to bond with.  Without it, I really don't think this chassidishe mommy would have ever met these amazing moms from places like Kokomo, Indiana, Ohio, Westminster, and many other places that I have never even heard of.  Since we are talking people in our lives, have I mentioned Rozie's therapists?  Oh, it will be a tear filled day when Rozie is no longer eligible for services through infants and toddlers.  I can not imagine what our life will be like without our weekly visits from some of our favorite people.

5. Last but not least, raising a child with Down syndrome is wonderful and amazing because having children is wonderful and amazing.  You realize that a mother's love is not based on a child's ability but on your own ability to accept and love.  You realize that having a child with special needs can sometimes be hard and sometimes not, and after you realize this you then realize this is true for all children.  You realize that children with special needs are not beings that walk around suffering from an illness, but neshamas that learn and do things differently. I personally love celebrating difference.
I sometimes sit and wonder when the other shoe is going to drop when is this going to be too much for me. I remember when Rozie was a newborn and had a lot of medical issues and saying to people this isn't so bad. People use to respond wait till she is a toddler and the differences will become more significant.  Then she turned two and I thought, hey this is actually getting easier.  Someone then responded to me, wait till she is 3 that is when the cognitive differences really become prevalent.  Rozie will be 3 in two months and I'm still waiting , but now I was told wait till she gets to elementary school that is when it gets hard.  Well I'm done waiting, because I have news folks, get ready it may be groundbreaking....Parenting is hard, period.  I have yet to hear a parent say "oh parenting is a breeze, I whizzed right through it without a hitch". Parenting is also eye opening life changing and worth every minute, and so is raising a little one with a bit extra.
May each and everyone of us merit the coming of Moshiach in our days so every neshama regardless of ability will shine bright.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Perfect Beach!

Oh Mother's day...
 What can i say it was the perfect day. I woke up to little ones all in tow bringing me gluten free pancakes, coffee, and a fruit platter in bed.
 Yes my husband hand dipped strawberries himself.
This is a lot coming from the quiet computer guy.  There were cards and gifts, and tons of hugs and kisses. I think my husband knew this mommy needed a special day.
 After the morning festivities we went to the beach with friends.Yes you read that right THE BEACH, my personal happiest place on earth.
It wasn't the sea but our little 1,500 foot beach on the bay will do just fine.
 My test results wont be in till next week so the wait is on. I plan to keep busy

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

No reason at all

Today we ate ice cream on the deck at 4pm for no reason at all, and with every intention of spoiling our dinner. Trust me the best ice cream is the no reason at all kind of ice cream.
 Tomorrow is my big day. Thank you for all your overwhelming support, love , and help . Tomorrow will be a  day to celebrate. Tracht Gut Vet Zein Gut!!!

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

A complete Refuah

How often do we walk in a door and wonder if you are at the right place? How often do we order something and it is not at all what you expected? How often do clothes fit in the store and when you get home you wonder if you took the wrong bag? These are the every day things that happen in life that keep us on our toes.
 When i went in to the doctor last week i thought for sure i would be scheduling my next round of chemo, but that is not what happened. I sat there wondering if i had the right clothes on or if i went in the wrong door. To sum it up my trusty and beloved doctor feels im sick from the medicines that are suppose to help me not be sick. The cancer fighting medication that i get to fight off all my bad cells are are also killing off my friendly happy good little germ fighting cells, and its making me sick. So what is the solution? Well that is simple end my treatment early. My doctor feels i have been healthy enough for the last year that we can end the Rituxin a year early, if.............Isn't there always an if? If i can pass a Full body head to toe cat scan. If my body is completely clear of Lymphoma or G-d forbid any secondary cancers then i am FREE!!!!! Yes free and clear to live again, no more infusions, no more constant battle with my immune system , just pure freedom. It is so close i can taste it. So this week i will be having a cat scan and i need a favor from each of you. Please keep me in mind ( it feels so weird to ask for this) when you are Davening or saying Tehilim. Please give some tzedaka in honor of my COMPLETE Refuah. I'm asking this from all of you for my children, for my family. I believe strongly in the power of all our prayers combined, and with this i daven and hope and wish for a refuah. ....Elisheva bas Esther

While I've waiting for my test i have been listening to these audio talks and trust me it is worth listening to. They are so inspiring and thought provoking. Please take the time to listen and let me know what you think.
Part 1
Part 2
For many years i have been very inspired by Manis Freedman's teachings. I would love to speak to him or get some advice from him if anyone has a personal connection to him and could make that connection for me i would be so grateful.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Band Aids

Today i have a big doctor appointment that i have been waiting for. I am very nervous about this appointment because i have not been feeling well for awhile now. Feeling bad for long periods of time usually do not equal good things in my situation, but as always i try to think good thoughts. Yes I'm human and i have my breakdown moments, ok more like days, but then i pick myself up and get it together. As humans we fall and get up and fall again,over and over. It is the lesson of life that I'm willing to wear to live this life. I am thankful to have these lessons and as hard as it is to fall there are always things like Hello Kitty band aids!

On another note this year my front walk has literally bloomed. I have been trying for years to get this front walk to grow but it never does and often we refer to this area as the "mulch garden". This year with the early spring, i am assuming, my plants have gone wild and i'm loving it. There is nothing like coming home to this.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Relishing in stuffy noses

 I use to say the worst thing in the world is when mommy isn't feeling well. The entire house kind of crumbles, but Ive come to a new conclusion. Nothing is as bad as the entire house, Tatty included, not feeling well. I didn't know that level of crumbling even existed. With that all said i have to say that I'm secretly enjoying everyone going through this in my home. Believe it or not but it puts my worried mind at ease.
 When I'm not feeling well i start to worry. Do i need to call the doctor? Am i going to the hospital again? Will this ever go away? Are my blood counts looking bad again? I hound innocent oncology nurses to read me my numbers from my most recent blood work. I make them check an recheck. I call my doctor begging for answers. This is my fear taking over. I'm constantly worried.
 Then one of my children gets a fever, or hurls their lunch. I see them with their droopy eyes and a smile starts to creep up on my face. I often have to hold back. I know it sounds crazy to feel happiness when a child is sick, but a sick child is my relief button. When my kids are feeling bad then i know i have what they have, and its not my world crashing in on me again. So relishing in my child's illness is not one of my finer parenting moments, but i am no longer a typical parent with typical parenting milestones. I have different goals now. How many days after chemo can i drive carpool?
How quickly can i get out of bed and start making dinner again after a treatment gone bad. When will i be able to lift my groceries out of my car without help? When will i not be ready for bed by 2pm? When will i stop worrying about every sniffle my kids get, and if my immune system can handle it? These are my new parenting goals. I have new lines now and new levels of acceptance.
Now excuse me i just heard someone loose their dinner, and yes that may be a smile on my face, so be it.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Preserved suits


Today I'm feeling a bit better, enough to share some Pesach pics. Pesach was hard im not going to lie, i was worn out and tired and honestly I'm blaming my current ever sick disposition on Pesach right now. Every year i say we are going to a resort, and every year the thousands of dollars a Pesach resorts cost never appears. One year it will appear.
Even though though i was under the weather i have to admit it was a stunning out. So much so that i took this  bunch for a photo shoot. I want to have pictures to remember them forever in their crisp spring Yom Tov clothes. I know one day Dovie wont let me put him in John John suits, and Rozie wont let me put flowers in her hair the size of a hat, and Mel will laugh at his teenage fashion statements. I need those memories sealed and delivered, so even through sickness i will preserve them.