The Lady Speaks

Saturday Potluck

Last weekend, Mirth mentioned that anyone who felt inclined could steal her Community Speak idea, and post a round-up of blogs they found interesting, which sounded like a cool idea. I decided not to steal her title, but I don’t know that I like the one used here.*

Since I’m just starting out with this idea – and because my computer time during the week is pretty limited, I have only a couple new-to-you (I hope) blogs to suggest.

The first is Toddler Planet. I came across this during an intense search of the internets by clicking that little arrow button way up there in the upper right corner until it landed on something interesting.

WhyMommy is encouraging everyone and anyone to steal this post, to spread the word about inflammatory breast cancer – which she is currently battling:

We hear a lot about breast cancer these days. One in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetimes, and there are millions living with it in the U.S. today alone. But did you know that there is more than one type of breast cancer?

I didn’t. I thought that breast cancer was all the same. I figured that if I did my monthly breast self-exams, and found no lump, I’d be fine.

Oops. It turns out that you don’t have to have a lump to have breast cancer. Six weeks ago, I went to my OB/GYN because my breast felt funny. It was red, hot, inflamed, and the skin looked…funny. But there was no lump, so I wasn’t worried. I should have been. After a round of antibiotics didn’t clear up the inflammation, my doctor sent me to a breast specialist and did a skin punch biopsy. That test showed that I have inflammatory breast cancer, a very aggressive cancer that can be deadly.

Inflammatory breast cancer is often misdiagnosed as mastitis because many doctors have never seen it before and consider it rare. “Rare” or not, there are over 100,000 women in the U.S. with this cancer right now; only half will survive five years. Please call your OB/GYN if you experience several of the following symptoms in your breast, or any unusual changes: redness, rapid increase in size of one breast, persistent itching of breast or nipple, thickening of breast tissue, stabbing pain, soreness, swelling under the arm, dimpling or ridging (for example, when you take your bra off, the bra marks stay – for a while), flattening or retracting of the nipple, or a texture that looks or feels like an orange (called peau d’orange). Ask if your GYN is familiar with inflammatory breast cancer, and tell her that you’re concerned and want to come in to rule it out.

There is more than one kind of breast cancer. Inflammatory breast cancer is the most aggressive form of breast cancer out there, and early detection is critical. It’s not usually detected by mammogram. It does not usually present with a lump. It may be overlooked with all of the changes that our breasts undergo during the years when we’re pregnant and/or nursing our little ones. It’s important not to miss this one.

Inflammatory breast cancer is detected by women and their doctors who notice a change in one of their breasts. If you notice a change, call your doctor today. Tell her about it. Tell her that you have a friend with this disease, and it’s trying to kill her. Now you know what I wish I had known before six weeks ago.

You don’t have to have a lump to have breast cancer.

My second recommendation is The Hangover Journals. Reading Felicity’s blog always reminds me that 1) laughter really is the best medicine, and 2) working at a museum is not the cool experience you’d think. Especially not when they send you to places like this:

[…] Did you know that people actually do karaoke to Californication? Yeah. Me either and I could have lived for the rest of my life without hearing it.

Bele Chere is staggering right along. The last guy I talked to had a big old black eye and scrapes all over his face. His eyeball was so messed up I dared not look, so I missed where he had Only God Will Judge tattooed around his neck. I was also trying not to look at his hairy, sweaty chest, oh lord. His girlfriend was maybe a little heavier than one should be to wear a skin tight wife beater and jeans with a large belt buckle under the muffin top and you know, there’s a limit on the amount of bright blue eyeshadow anyone really needs. But what the hell. That is the special beauty of Bele Chere. Yargh.

Felicity is also…erm, blessed… with Django, the dog from hell who prefers his living space to have that landfill/nuclear explosion feel.

When I was a kid, we had a dog like Django… Rusty the laundry-chasing mutt. Rusty felt it was his duty to destroy the yard (and Mom’s expensive work shoes) as well as protect us from dangerous and highly-toxic clean laundry pinned to the clothesline. Especially sheets. I guess his theory was that you never knew when a half-dried sheet would suddenly flap free and smother the nearest small child.

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* If anyone’s got a better suggestion, leave a note in the comments.



July 28, 2007 - Posted by | Blogs, Just For Fun


  1. Fun idea! Thanks for picking up my post! Together, maybe we can help save someone else’s life.

    Comment by whymommy | July 28, 2007 | Reply

  2. Thanks for stopping by!

    I have to tell you – I emailed your post to everyone in my address book. I’d never heard about inflammatory breast cancer until I read it, and I’m sure it’s the same with most – if not all – of the women I know.

    My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. ((Hugs))

    Comment by PA_Lady | July 28, 2007 | Reply

  3. The funniest part of the Rusty tale, lies in the fact that one day I packed him up, took him to the shelter, paid them to take him, and then decided to lie about it. I told all of you, and most especially Josh, that he must have run away. Lo, and behold, a week later we pass a couple walking that Devil Dog. Josh started yelling, “that’s Rusty, they have Rusty.” Another lie ensued, whereby I told them that this was our “runaway” dog, and we had all beeen heartbroken that he had not been found. They were shocked that the shelter was so careless to put dogs up for adoption, especially when they had been contacted by the owners. They felt so bad, in fact,that they let us take him home. I just had to reimburse them the Doggie Adoption Fee. (Oh what a tangled web, I did weave!!)
    Children, parents, and pets. The saga lives on.

    Comment by mom | July 29, 2007 | Reply

  4. I didn’t know you’d paid twice for the mutt from hell. *laugh* Rusty was a good dog in that you never had to worry about him around kids – he was very gentle, unless it was nursing shoes or flapping sheets. But, lordy, was he a hyperactive thing! Talk about needing Doggie Ritalin!

    I think PK’s Fu Manchu would have been much the same, had he lived longer.

    Comment by PA_Lady | July 29, 2007 | Reply

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