Archive for March, 2012

Yesterday time was right for me! I anticipated delivery of my new iPad, even had a dream about it. I greeted the UPS guy and signed for it. He told me he’d already delivered many and had more to go. I told him I much preferred getting it delivered to my door than standing in line at the Apple Store. I later heard on the news that the line formed at 3 AM. I couldn’t get the iPad out of the box fast enough! The first thing I did was to put it in the new leather case I bought for it to make sure it fit. It did. Then it was getting it set up with the Cloud and apps I wanted for it. Kurt got my old iPad and he set it up for his use. We had us an iPad day!

In the afternoon, I received a phone call to tell me I was the recipient of a prestigious award for my work in the humanities! Of course I was thrilled. To get public recognition for something I do out of love for the arts and humanities is like chocolate frosting on a doughnut. The announcement won’t come until early next month but as soon as it does, I’ll post it here. Thank you to my Comadre Linda Leatherman who nominated me and to my colleagues Rosi Andrade, PhD and Sally Stevens, PhD who wrote letters of support.

By evening I thought the day couldn’t get any better but as I was playing with my iPad, I got a phone call. My husband Kurt and I are going to be great-grandparents! Our granddaughter, Gabby is going to be a mom in October.

Three wonderful happenings in one day! The time was right for all of them!


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Diabetes Diagnosis

Maybe I was in denial or delusional a month ago when my endocrinologist told me I was prediabetic. I immediately went on a low carb diet, started an exercise program and figured that when I went to the lab for my A1C blood test, it would be normal. Ha! I was still in denial when the test showed I was diabetic. I had lost weight was counting carbs and everything I ate and walking as far as I could, how could I now be diabetic?

I increased the Metformin per the doctor’s orders, stepped up my exercise, and met with a diabetes educator. That didn’t open my eyes. I am eating the right foods, exercising regularly, losing weight, taking my meds. I should be over this diabetes thing soon. Right? Wrong! I went to my first diabetes education and learned that it’s a disease that will be with me for life. It’s controllable but not curable—at least not yet. Not that I’m holding my breath waiting for a cure. I will be on the meds and will have to continue the life style changes I’ve already made for life.

I left the class,  devastated. I drove home in tears with images of my tías who had amputations, and were legally blind, and a cousin who was on dialysis for seven years before having a kidney transplant. I thought of my brother who was diagnosed a few years ago and didn’t heed the doctor’s advice for the life style changes. He is now on insulin and has kidney problems. Is this the fate that awaited me?

NO! I had not let Valley Fever or fibromyalgia or sciatica or breast cancer defeat me. Diabetes would not either. I was given a plan and I swore to follow it. If it means pricking a finger daily to measure my glucose, then I will do it. If it means taking Metformin regularly, I’ll do it. If I have to count carbs, then I’ll do it. If I have to exercise regularly, I’m there. I will do whatever I have to so I don’t wind up like my tías, my prima, or my brother. Diabetes is manageable and I’m the only one that can manage it.

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A week ago Saturday, I attended a Morenci girl wedding. Last Saturday, Kurt, Shirley, and I attended a Morenci Girl funeral. Janice Lawson Honea was a Morenci classmate up until our Sophmore year of high school. We last saw her last May at a Morenci/Clifton High School reunion. Before that we hadn’t seen her since she left school. We didn’t have much of a chance to catch up on each other’s lives at the reunion so I didn’t know that she had cancer. She was celebrating her birthday and was wearing a headband with crazy antenna thingees on it. She was still the quirky girl we knew from school–full of life and always smiling.

Janice Lawson

Janice Lawson Honea

Morenci Classmates

Morenci Classmates at a Reunion - May 2011

Shirley and I learned a lot about Janice’s later life at the funeral–we only wished we had been able to spend more time with her at the reunion. Janice was a spunky lady who enjoyed life and people. It was good to find out that the playful nature we knew her by in school was one of her trademarks in later life.

Attending a funeral is a sad occasion and one that I’m probably going to have to get used to from now on. It’s a reminder to me of how as I get older, my mortality looms closer. It’s a reminder not to take people being here for granted because they may not be here tomorrow. For that matter, I may not either.

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