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Friday
Mar282014

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Wednesday
Mar262014

Know it. Fight it. End it.

This post was originally published on bluegrass redhead. It was important enough to me I wanted to republish it here. 

My friend Donna died this morning. I met Donna at a Halloween party. She had bright red cheeks and kept cracking jokes about hot flashes. Her vivacity and energy absolutely filled the room and I spent the rest of the evening glued to her side. 

We talked about husbands and children and travel and food. We bonded instantly over our shared passion for all things party. By the end of the evening, we were planning a zombie prom for the next year. We roped the cohost of the current party we were attending in joining our zombie prom efforts and were already discussing venues and invitation ideas as people began heading for home. 

Over the course of the next year, I got to know Donna better. We joined a book club together. She welcomed me into her home for holiday parties and baby showers and book club dinners always with barrels full of laughter and generosity. 

A year after our first meeting, a few weeks before our Zombie Prom, Donna was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. All I knew about pancreatic cancer was what I had gleaned from Randy Pausch and his last lecture.  All I knew was that it was a death sentence. I was terrified that she would be gone by Christmas. 

However, by some miracle, Donna was a candidate for a rare surgery that is a powerful tool in the fight against pancreatic cancer. She set up a Facebook Page and asked my help naming it. (I didn’t realize how incredibly accurate my suggestion of Cancer: Battle Royale would be.) She made it to Christmas. She made it to the NEXT Christmas. She went on vacation with her family. She made memories with her children. She shared some of the most powerfully vulnerable moments I have ever seen anyone share during a journey like this. She was brave. She told people when she was feeling hopeful. She told people when she was feeling hopeless. It was an absolutely incredible thing to watch.

She also had time to become a passionate advocate for pancreatic cancer research. She joined our local chapter of the Pancreatic Cancer Action Network (PANCAN). She went to Washington, D.C. to lobby for change. She had just about everyone in Paducah wearing purple, including a famous local landmark.

I learned a lot from Donna during our short friendship but due to her advocacy this is one of the most important. 

It does not have to be like this.

I had assumed that pancreatic cancer was deadly and that treatment options were limited because that’s just how it was. Because pancreatic cancer had not affected me directly, I didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about whether the reality of pancreatic cancer could change. 

Donna taught me that it could change, it should change, it HAS to change.

All cancer used to be a death sentence. Breast cancer used to be a death sentence. However, as we’ve seen through breast cancer research and HIV/AIDS research, advocacy and awareness and research can help change all of that. You raise awareness so people know to look for symptoms. You raise money for research so we find better detection methods and more successful treatment options. You fight to make pancreatic cancer a treatable illness.

Unlike many other cancers, the survival rate for pancreatic cancer has remained substantially the same since the passage of the National Cancer Act over 40 years ago.The five-year survival rate has gone from 2 percent to 6 percent. Seventy-three percent of patients will die within the first year.

Lest you believe that pancreatic cancer is rare and will most likely not affect you think about this. While overall cancer incidence and death rates are declining, pancreatic cancer's rates are climbing and are projected to increase 55% by 2030. By 2020, pancreatic cancer is expected to become the second leading cause of cancer death in the United States.

This has to change.

Because of the pancreas's location and the lack of good detection methods, early detection is rare.  Treatment options are extremely limited with only 15% of those diagnosed candidates for surgery - the best treatment option. 

This has to change. 

Only approximately 2 percent of the National Cancer Institute’s (NCI) budget is allocated to this leading killer. Worldwide pancreatic cancer research receives less than one percent of all private and government funding for cancer research.

This has to change.

We cannot leave it solely to the families of those left behind to advocate for change. They have a heavy burden and the challenge is huge. The Pancreatic Cancer Action Network is leading this fight and we can all help.

Become an advocate by sending messages to your Congressional representatives.

Participate in Pancreatic Cancer Advocacy Day on June 16th and 17th. 

Donate to fund the fight. 

And spread the word! 

PANCAN’s slogan is Know it. Fight it. End it. So, the least we can all do is know that the reality of pancreatic cancer is not set in stone and change is possible. The fight is worth it.

Donna taught me that.

Monday
Mar242014

Notes from the Sleep-Deprived Trenches

It’s Sunday, and I could use another weekend — starting now. Two days simply aren’t enough to recuperate when you haven’t had complete sleep in four-plus months. I didn’t mind the baby’s nightwakings — and my insomnia — until I returned to work this week.

By the time 3 pm rolls around, it feels like I’ve had a lobotomy. This makes it challenging to compose an intelligent sentence, let alone an entire blog post examining the underbelly of motherhood. The only things under my belly are fading stretch marks. But I hear that Bio Oil works wonders.

See? That’s where my mind immediately went — a bad joke. Apparently failure to get shuteye means failure to be funny.

Speaking of comedians, my toddler thinks he’s one. Honestly, it’s often hard to stifle my laughter. But in an earnest effort to be a parent and a respected authority figure, I try to. Really. Which is challenging considering every other word that leaves his mouth is poop. And pee. And poop and pee. How does he know I love potty humor?

Seriously, check this kid out. He graduated to a bigger room, so his baby brother could occupy the cozy one. His new space is closer to the kitchen and further away from the TV room. On late Saturday night, I popped into the kitchen and nearly had a heart attack at the sight of a figure looming in the darkness. It couldn’t be the Little Dude because he was sleeping.

I flipped on the light and saw him cleaning his cheeks with baby wipes. Odd? Yes. He said he had to wash his face before he could sleep even though he had taken a bath three hours early. Hmm… I noticed he was chewing on something, only to have him produce a Milky Way wrapper that he conveniently stashed (in his mouth!) to hide his late-night love affair with the candy. When I asked why he was sneaking candy, he replied, “My brain [pause] and every bone in my body told me to do it.”

Turns out he had eaten the treat by his nightlight but wanted to erase the evidence before the morning. Tough luck, kid. We parents find out everything. Everything. And we sneak chocolate, too, when you’re not looking.

Then there’s Little Dude 2. He hasn’t gotten the memo that mom’s back to work (or maybe he has) and continues to wake up all. night. long. He’s on a hunger strike during the day and making up for it when we’re in bed. That’s why he can’t handle Mondays. Or hates me taking photos before he’s had time to put on presentable clothes. He knows that pajamas are a big faux pas.

Oh, and have you heard that white noise machines are now considered bad? How can I drown out the morning noise when I want to sleep in until 730? These doctors clearly aren’t parents.

You’ll know that I’m truly exhausted when I tell you that we “enjoyed” a family outing to Ikea on a Sunday afternoon. Surprisingly, it was painless. We ate $1 frozen yogurt cones. And we didn’t come home with anything we had to build. I call that a sweet victory.

~ The Other Sarah

Friday
Mar212014

Sarah's Favorite Things

I love funny and Jimmy Fallon captures it here.

A summery skinny jean.

Edible art.

The plight of a TV addict like me.

What you learn in your 40s.

Friday
Mar212014

The Everyday