Teach your kids to run!

Exercise is a way of life.

Our bodies need it, and it doesn’t matter what form of movement you choose. Just make sure you choose something.

This is Jacqueline.

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I was on my way home and I knew it was her running because of her gate. I can spot my kids on any athletic field by their way of running. This kid ran her first race, I think it was a 2-miler when she was about six.

She’s been running ever since.

As a Mom who has been through breast cancer treatment, I’m pleased that my kids exercise because my medical team insist that I keep up a healthy lifestyle. Their data show that survival rates go up when you exercise.

Get in the habit now.

I’d love to hear what your favorite exercise habits are.

Happy Weekend!

Where has Jodi been?

 Buried in work, family and more work.

When did I blog last? I can’t remember. But that’s OK with me. I’m for moving forward and not looking back. Right?

Photos of a convention that I’m responsible for.

IMG_4980New clothing and seeing how the “new” side is going to LOOK.

IMG_5119I’m on the road or in a plane, constantly. Me behind the wheel headed to convention.

Another bright day at work!

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I’m not good at being anchored to a desk…checking emails and calls.

These students are from around the USA!

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DSC_2308There’s that jacket. I like this photo because I’m watching everyone having fun.

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Jim, our convention photographer never misses an op!

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What?

dsc_2517That’s better. My son was an assistant DJ at a dance of 1300!

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My kids are always with and around me. I like it that way.

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I’m being prepped for the evening show. Notice the empty coffee pots!

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Best group I’ve worked with yet. “Family” matters!

Oops, one last shot. That’s Ricardo-after mid-night helping me lock up the coliseum.

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I’m liking this study.

I’m so very busy at work (18 hour days), but had time to do more research on me.

This time, I hit the jackpot! Here’s a photo of my new drug.

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After a mastectomy, chemo, Herceptin and radiation, I started taking Tamoxifen (read below) in hopes of stretching my survival rate out. Then after many long nights of research, discussions with my oncologist and surgeon, I had a full hysterectomy about six weeks ago. Many ask why? Well, my cancer loves estrogen. So, let’s get rid of it!

My factory is gone, and so is most of my estrogen.

And I’m switched to the “new drug” to knock out a small amount of estrogen produced by the adrenal glands. Those glands sit atop our kidneys.

So here’s why I’m thrilled.

Early on, my team insisted that I disregard old studies (10-years, example) and focus on the future. Every year research is advancing giving me and so many others a better chance of surviving.

NOTE: (The neighborhood kids use to say, “you’d kick _ _ _ on that show called “Survivor!” I’d say back, “well, let’s go!”

But, here’s the kicker…..I have to be willing to research, ask tough questions, and not be afraid of the answers.

Advocate for yourself. You’re worth it.

Study Confirms Letrozole Prevents More Breast Cancer Recurrences than Tamoxifen

Adapted from the NCI Cancer Bulletin.

After a median of 8 years of follow-up from a large randomized trial, women with estrogen receptor positive breast cancer who received 5 years of treatment with the aromatase inhibitor letrozole were less likely to have their cancer recur or to die during follow-up than women who had 5 years of treatment with tamoxifen. In addition, 5 years of sequential treatment—either 2 years of letrozole followed by 3 years of tamoxifen or 2 years of tamoxifen followed by 3 years of letrozole—was not better than 5 years of letrozole alone at preventing recurrence or death. These results, from the BIG 1-98 trial, were published online October 20, 2011 in Lancet Oncology.

Researchers from 27 countries enrolled 8,010 postmenopausal women with invasive breast cancer that could be removed surgically in the trial. After surgery, the women were randomly assigned to one of four groups: 5 years of letrozole (letrozole monotherapy), 5 years of tamoxifen (tamoxifen monotherapy), or one of the two sequential treatment groups. Novartis, the maker of letrozole, provided funding for the trial, along with NCI and the International Breast Cancer Study Group.

In 2005, preliminary results from the trial showed that letrozole alone was better than tamoxifen at preventing early recurrences, and when given the option to cross over, 619 of the 2,459 women in the tamoxifen-only arm chose to cross over to receive letrozole. Since crossover can complicate interpretation of trial results, the researchers performed a traditional intention-to-treat analysis (which includes only data from the original treatment assignments) and a type of analysis designed to account for crossover.

In the intention-to-treat analysis, women who received letrozole alone had a disease-free survival rate of 73.8 percent at 8 years, compared with a rate of 70.4 percent for women who received tamoxifen alone. Women who received letrozole alone also had better overall survival at 8 years than women receiving tamoxifen alone (83.4 versus 81.2 percent). The differences between the groups were slightly greater in the analysis accounting for the crossover. Neither of the two sequential treatments provided better results than letrozole alone.

Although these updated results show that letrozole reduces risk of relapse and improves survival compared with tamoxifen, “use of a sequence might be reasonable for patients at low-to-intermediate risk of relapse, those for whom starting or continuing letrozole is contraindicated, or in cases where 5 years of letrozole might not be available,” concluded the authors.

“These two drugs have different side effects, and this study shows that a woman has options,” said Jo Anne Zujewski, M.D., head of Breast Cancer Therapeutics in NCI’s Division of Cancer Treatment and Diagnosis, who was not involved in the research. “If the side effects from letrozole are intolerable, benefits are maintained by switching to tamoxifen rather that stopping hormonal therapy altogether.”

OK, so see why I am excited. Side effects, I’ll take ‘em.
Oh, in a few other searches, I discovered that athletes use this drug too. But only the jocks that are using steroids. It has something to do with less estrogen, no water retention and an increase in testosterone!
Great, just what I need.
Chow.

The turtle.

I’ll get to the turtle in a minute. But first, take a look at these wrist bands.

IMG_4809 IMG_4824 IMG_4808Any clue what these are? For some reason I kept my chemotherapy wrist bands.

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My quick notes on the bands tell a story and 16 rounds of chemo seem so long ago. But I remember this one like it was yesterday and it should be called, “load and go!” That’s because I took in a day of chemo and boarded a red-eye to the east coast. My son said I needed a medical escort because I was a cancer patient and flying across the country was a long way from home. He enjoyed Washington D.C., especially all the special meals we had together.

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What a ride it’s been. But I was never alone and always had support. My parents, my sisters (donuts of course), The Mister, my children, friends and strangers were there too.

It was on the 5th floor, mostly in a suite (The Hilton) and sometimes in the metal chair (The Slums), but we got it done! 16 big rounds of Red Devil and the Yew Tree.

Now, back to that turtle. How long has it been hiding there and who left it?

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Well, it is a mystery and I’m still in research mode and will need a bit more time. So, stay tuned.

Your weekend. What’s up? Me. Always working because I am involved in putting on a big, huge wonderful convention at Washington State University. So, I’ll be on the computer and in storage organizing documents and awards. I have a zillion little things to finish up too, those types of things that just have to wait until the last-minute.

On the fun side, I have Crossfit, dragon boat practice and moonlight kayaking. But when I look around my yard and flower beds, it’s calling my name. Decisions! Play or work. In my blood stream, work comes first and then play!

Have a wonderful weekend, friends.

I’m terribly upset.

I am trying to keep my composure as I watch a husband console his wife. I can see she has had a double mastectomy. Her sniffles and cry bring tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat. Beads of sweat start down my temples as my body starts to slightly shake.  It’s heating up with emotions because I am thinking  about the Mister and how he has consoled me.

So much for the health care privacy rules (HIPPA) because I can hear everything. It’s not good. She is being directed to go over to another building for consultation and I know what that means. It’s where you go to hopefully be accepted in a trial as a last-ditch effort to save ones life.

Cancer. It sucks.

I wanted to tell her that she would be OK. I wanted to hug him for all his efforts. His eyes are glossed over and deep creases in the corners show his middle age. The Mister is middle-aged too. I can feel her exhaustion and sadness.

Now, I know what my oncologist meant yesterday, when she told me that I am cancer free. Of course hearing that is a good thing. But she went on to say, that when one talks about being “cancer free,” she reminded me that I’m an earshot away from someone who is not.

Blessings to the woman and her husband who consoles her.

 

It’s a 365 days since my last chemo!

How do you measure a year in time?

For me, I didn’t think a year in time would matter after being diagnosed with an aggressive mean and nasty Stage III Breast Cancer. But here’s what I discovered.

One year later, today! Check this out.

Yes! I am walking and talking and smiling and celebrating a year of good health.

Girls, put on some “hoops,” earrings…that’s my signature style now, and celebrate your good health too.

Seven days in my calendar.

It's raining, again. Yikes.
...rain, rain go away, come back another day, please!
What's going on in your neck-of-the-woods? For me, go, go, go ...
Here's the last seven days. 

Day #1, Mom's weekend @ WSU, sitting at my daughters locker after 
regatta. My Mom and sister came with me. (Seven days ago)
Julia in locker room at WSU

Julia in locker room at WSU

Day #2, my sister, Andrea asked me to MC an event for her.
Annie, Dairy Ambassador & me.

Annie, Dairy Ambassador & me.

Day #3, I watched my son get measured for his first tux. 

IMG_4476Oops, ate what I shouldn't have!
Made for my kids, I tested one.

Made for my kids, I tested one.

Day #4, Waiting for doc to do biopsy (no worries), then boarded a
flight to attend a work event the next day.
Another waiting game.

Another waiting game.

No time to drive. Too many places to be.

No time to drive. Too many places to be.

Day #5, Best job in the world! Our future leaders..
FFA Officer Team

FFA Officer Team

Worked til wee hours in my hotel room. It's just that time of year.

Worked til wee works in my hotel room. It’s just that time of year.

Day #6, breakfast meeting, fly home. Get off plane,
drove to office to get important documents & received a call to 
go to the ER to get blood checked. Not Happy. Got home @ 1AM.
I am not thrilled. Hmm!

I am not thrilled. Hmm!

Day #7, Up early only because I got a call on my cell that 
was next to my pillow, someone at work needed information. 
Anyway, best day ever cooking dinner for 14 kids headed to
Jr. Prom. My son and his date Amanda, were so cute. 
Just like the movies!
Amanda and Robert

Amanda and Robert

Amanda and Robert

Amanda and Robert

My Dad and Robert.
The two Roberts, Grandpa and grandson.

The two Roberts, Grandpa and grandson.

Another year.

Another year. This time, I have hair!

Back to starting a new week. Stopped in to see my other daughter at
work. I haven't seen her since the biopsy day. Her and the Mister.
Jacqueline and Dad.

Jacqueline and Dad.

This week's going to be good too. One last thing. One year ago.IMG_3945Prom last year. Robert and me, & me and Jacqueline.
April 2012

April 2012