So I've totally bombed on the blog this year, like nearly a complete epic fail. So four months later... I tried to post about the Hamptons (and separately about their two show houses), but that didn't happen (too many photos and it blew up). Then we went to Savannah/Hilton Head Island for our tenth anniversary/my 40th, which was hot and amazing. And I went to Boston for another long weekend, which was cold but great. The election, and nada... oh well.
My OB/gyne finally managed to talk me into getting my
BRCA 1&2 testing done, (since my sister had a young and rare reproductive cancer dx) which I had been putting off, since my other sister was negative. It ended up only costing me a few hundred bucks, and I'm negative for both, which is obviously fantastic given the prospective treatment plan (double mastectomy-oophorectomy). Unfortunately for me, they found that I have a different genetic mutation (MUTYH), that triples my risk of developing colon cancer (which is what ultimately killed my grandmother five years ago at 94), which sucks pretty badly. So in addition to turning 40 and getting
another mammogram (which is still awful, but came back fine), I also have to add getting regular colonoscopies (and I already got my first, which thank goodness, was also fine).
Ironically, much worse than actually turning 40, are the health screeners that will hopefully get me through a few more decades. Colonoscopies themselves are no biggie, but you have to fast and then slam 32 ounces of what tastes like really bad cough syrup the day before to clean you out, so that's pretty awful. And how are mammograms still so horrible, like someone somewhere (likely a woman) can't devise something that isn't a torture device?
The kids are doing great and getting huge. Like I'm going to have two four-foot-tall kindergartners soon enough. They turn five in five more days. OMG. So we have... they are in two different schools crazy holidays, parties, birthdays, Christmas, no-break, and up to 40 4-5 year olds for their jumpy house party come January. And I'm supposed to be starting a new work project, I volunteered and was elected to be VP of his school's PTA, and trying to figure out how we are going to get out of this frozen tundra for a bit. Thankfully, I put the kibosh on
our regular India trip this year. I just can't deal with being gone for weeks and feeling like death at this time of year on top of everything else.
We finally got around to getting new pics done for holiday cards (better late than never), but we got our first snow storm that day, so we were forced inside his studio. They are somehow ridiculously more photogenic than either of their parents.
Thankfully, my step father has made it through his chemo, radiation, and now surgery for his cancer as well as can be expected. Praying for clear scans and as much time as possible for him.
This is the only time of year we do anything approaching matching outfits...
