Monday, December 31, 2007
happy new year
The Blue Cloud of Medical Home Wonderfulness
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Introduction, RAND and DMAA
This is not only a chance to keep up with news and events in that growing segment of the health care industry called "disease management" aka care coordination aka population health, but a place for readers to share comments.
Speaking of which, the latest news of some note is another publication casting some doubt on the effectiveness of disease management. Drawing on a wellspring of 317 studies, Dr. Mattke and colleagues at RAND were only able to find evidence of reductions of hospitalizations in chronic heart failure and increases in outpatient care among persons with depression. While there was evidence that DM can improve processes of care, the long term impact on outcomes in other diseases (for example, diabetes mellitus) was unknown. Except for depression (ruh roh, costs increased), there was inconclusive or insufficient evidence of any impact. Not only did RAND post this on their web site, the news spilled over into the lay media.
Think DMAA will take that lying down? Not when their members have a $1.8 billion revenue stream at stake and the folks at Medicare are pondering just what they're going to do about this disease management thingy.
Among the DMAA responses: purchasers, unlike academics, are forced to make seasoned judgments without the benefit of conclusive evidence, that findings from peer review may not apply to their settings and what's more, other swaths of health care are also lacking in evidence. What do the very smart Medical Directors, Operations VPs, CEOs and CFOs in the commercial insurance industry know that the peer review literature doesn't?
If I may say so, waiting for conclusive proof before instituting a needed intervention also has its downsides (like unopposed gravity).
Let the games continue.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
10 lb terrorist
He is asleep on the dog bed that J-Dog got for Christmas.
J-Dog really likes his bed but Eli really, really likes it, too.
Eli weighs 10 lbs.
J-Dog weighs more than 50 lbs.
But J-Dog always defers to Eli, who I recently decided is related to the Fishing Cat.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
things i can count on: boys will be boys and a dog will have dinner
Turns out he was completely buried in snow.
I am choosing not to be disturbed by this (although D. did look like he was really enjoying himself) and instead, to be pleased that they were playing together without fighting.
And this? It's a picture of my dog having his Christmas dinner with all the trimmings. Except cranberry sauce. Because that would be excessive.
when do my children go back to school?
Friday, December 28, 2007
California Insurers Lose a Big Court Case In the Health Insurance Policy Rescission Controversy
Thursday, December 27, 2007
The First Year For This Blog
A November Ballot Initiative Over California Health Reform Would Be The Biggest Thing Ever To Happen In The Debate
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Why Couldn't CIGNA Make the Right Decision In the First Place?
"Health Care Quote of the Year"
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
kingston women get down
Whatever you're doing, whatever you celebrate, wishing you love and laughter this holiday season.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Washington Post: McCain "Has Some Good Ideas on Health Care"
The State of Primary Care--How Much Responsibility Do Specialty Physicians Bear?
Friday, December 21, 2007
serendipity
Or are done by amazing people.
Two weeks ago we had nineteen people to our house for a family Chanukah party. The cooking was shared (my spouse refers to Chanukah as "the festival of fried things"), the cleanup was shared and everyone had a great time.
After the meal, the children in the family exchanged presents.
There was also a package with my name on it. As I started to protest that this was against the rules, I was told that it was something special from my oldest niece (she'll be twelve this year).
It turned out that she had knit me a hat. It was her first non-scarf project and it is perfect. It's the most beautiful shade of turquoise, fits beautifully and just happens to be the exact same colour as the turquoise flecks in the scarf that I wear every day. And it looks great on me.
Just that week, I had tried to knit myself a hat but there was something wrong with my yarn or the pattern and it hadn't worked out. Just that day, I had been thinking how much I love it when people knit things for me and that I wish it would happen more often.
I love that hat with a passion because it is perfect and because it was so thoughtfully and carefully made, just for me.
And I have another example of an amazing thing.
I have been feeling kind of down lately. Part post-NY and Chanukah let-down, part grief for my old life and part chemotherapy blues, I've been feeling the dogs of depression nipping at my ankles. I've been fighting them off (and figuring out how to be healthier) but it has been a bit of a struggle (and of course the sadness is compounded by the guilt of a recovering Catholic: "I should be ashamed to be feeling so sorry for myself when I have responded to treatment so well, have good insurance and such great support!").
Two days ago, I wrote about feeling uninspired.
Yesterday, a book appeared in my mailbox, bound with a ribbon, on which was written the following:
"I like reading your blog and I find inspiration from it. Here is a book for you, may it bring you inspiration."(It was from J., an artist friend, with whom I once worked closely and haven't seen in a long time. To think I inspire her means a great deal to me).
You know the expression "my heart lifted"? I now know exactly how that feels.
And how could she possibly have known that I have been scouring the Internet for patterns for knitted bags?
Sometimes, life is very hard. And it's not true that everything happens for a reason.
But sometimes, the right thing happens at exactly the right time. Or good people know to make good things happen.
The picture above was taken yesterday from the my spouse's downtown office window. Perhaps not the brightest woodpecker in the world, but I thought his appearance was pretty amazing, too.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
uninspired
Also, Chrismukkah craziness and the chemotherapy blues.
Blondie says I shouldn't feel guilty about it, though.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The Shadegg Bill––A “Health-Insurance Solution” That Is a Waste of Time
Health Wonk Review Is Up!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Republican Candidates Wouldn't Have Been Able To Get Coverage Under Their Own Health Reform Plans
a very short post
Off to chemo shortly.
More time to blog, as I recover.
Go read Jacqueline's account of my trip to New York. She made me a little weepy. And she pretty much said exactly what I would have about our time together.
Kindred spirits, indeed.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Mike Huckabee's Health Care Plan
Thursday, December 6, 2007
december 6, 1989: why i am a feminist
I remember exactly where I was at the moment I found out, how I felt as the details emerged. I also remember the outrage and pain I felt in the aftermath, when mainstream Canada refused to accept that these women were killed because they were women, aspiring to work in a male dominated field.
No one disputes that fact now.
They call it the Montreal Massacre and the killer has achieved the kind of recognition posthumously that he sought in life.
I will not re-print his name here.
I will, however, name each of the young women who died that day. Twelve of them were engineering students, one an administrator and one a nursing student. They would all be my age (or very close to it right now). When I think of all I have lived since December 6, 1989, I am reminded that these women and those who loved them were robbed of a very great deal.
Geneviève Bergeron.
Hélène Colgan.
Nathalie Croteau.
Barbara Daigneault.
Anne-Marie Edward.
Maude Haviernick.
Maryse Laganière.
Maryse Leclair.
Anne-Marie Lemay.
Sonia Pelletier.
Michèle Richard.
Annie St-Arneault.
Annie Turcotte.
Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz.
More People Think Health Care Is An Urgent Issue Than Think The Iraq War Is
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
busted!
Undercover officer hit riot squad member at Montebello: filmmaker
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
wonderful wonderful, wonderful
But it really is the best possible way to describe my long week end in New York with Jacqueline.
I now own two Rebel 1 in 8 designs. Click here and here for pics. Don't I look happy? She made me feel so beautiful.
Jacqueline also made me my very own Rebel necklace, something I have wanted for a long time.
But the joy is about more than the stuff I got (although I do love the stuff I got). It's about kindred spirits, never running out of things to talk about, experiencing unfathomable kindness and being inspired by people and place, touch, taste and sound.
I have been back since late last night and I am still all aglow.
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Pete Stark Regrets the Stark "Self-Referral" Laws!
Friday, November 30, 2007
a few days off
I am off to hang with Jacqueline and take the scissors to some of my clothing.
I won't be back until late Monday night and (are you sitting down?) I am not bringing my computer.
I'll be back next week, though, with lots to blog about.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
good kind of frantic
Tomorrow, I am off to NY (Brooklyn, actually) to hang out with Jacqueline!
I'm so excited, I can't stand it!!!
If Grady Fails--The Crisis At Atlanta's Grady Health System Is A Symptom Of Bigger Problems In The U.S. Health Care System
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
i've got nothing
"Health Wonk Review" Is Up
The Last One is Gone--CIGNA Buys Great West Life Health Insurance Business
One Heck Of A Budget Mess and Lots of Ugly Consequences--But Watch The Pork
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
a balm for the stressed out, cranky soul
We laughed.
We vented.
We talked and talked.
When I left the restaurant, my step was much lighter than when I entered it.
And that good feeling stayed with me all day.
I am not letting another year go by before I see them all again.
Monday, November 26, 2007
family pictograms
"I know which door to go into at night because I have a D. on my door. And a hockey player, because I like hockey.
You should have a 'p' for Papa on your door and a butterfly because you like butterflies (last night D. came home and declared that he didn't like butterflies because 'girls like butterflies.' My spouse replied that he liked butterflies. Clearly this made an impression on my young son).
Mama would get an 'm' and a boy because she likes me. No. She loves me. And her picture should be a heart, for love.
And S.(his nine year old brother) should have an 's' and a zombie."
Sunday, November 25, 2007
please explain the pedagogy behind the practice
All they seem to do is memorize short stories and put them on as plays. Each time, a significant portion of their mark is based on their costume. Exactly how does it evaluate a child's progress in French, when you mark them on the quality of the costume that their parents are able to put together?
What's more, a classmate of my son's was assigned the role of a girl in one of the plays from last year (there are more boys than girls in my son's class). Since the girl in question was a contemporary eight year old, the boy playing the role told the teacher he would wear a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He was informed that if he did this, he would be given a failing grade; he needed more of a 'girl costume.'
I went to the presentation. We saw the same short story presented several times. The boy who had wanted to wear a t-shirt and jeans was wearing a poncho and a headband. The other boys playing girls wore frilly dresses, ridiculous wigs and hats, spoke in high-pitched voices and flounced around like the worst possible 'girly' stereotype.
If the message that this teacher, a woman, had wanted to convey was that being a girl is to be the object of ridicule, then she succeeded.
There are four girls in the class. I wonder how all this made them feel.
And, how exactly is all this helping these children to become bilingual?
Tonight we scrambled to pull together an opera singer's costume. Don't opera singers perform in the costume of the opera in which they are performing?
We just tied a silk scarf around his neck and grabbed a flouncy velvet jacket from the dress-up box.
It will have to do.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
in this for the long (hopefully very long) haul
I have treatments on Tuesdays (two weeks on, two weeks off).
I always feel better by Saturday. Much better. Almost as if I'd never had treatment at all.
The chemo regimen I am currently on makes me feel crappy but is NOTHING like "make you bald and bloated and unable to tolerate light, sound or motion, so sick you cannot ever imagine feeling well" first six rounds that I went through back when I was first diagnosed (and we were still going for a cure).
I will be in treatment for the rest of my life. This is (hopefully) not a short term thing.
Going over posts from this time last year has served to remind me just how scary things were then. And how much better they are now.
And if you ask me on a Saturday, I will almost always tell you that life is really very good, indeed.
Friday, November 23, 2007
i bore myself to tears
Please don't try to convince me otherwise.
If blog content is especially lacking in depth these past few weeks, it's because I have been busy staring at the computer screen and not writing.
Perhaps I will really torture myself and do NaNoWriMo next year.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
the view from here
Pretty boy.
Pretty snow.
I could have waited a few more weeks for the white stuff, though.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
one of my heroes
South Africa's retired archbishop Desmond Tutu last week told the BBC he was ashamed of the church for its attitude toward homosexuals and blamed Archbishop Rowan Williams for not demonstrating the attributes of a "welcoming God."
"If God as they say is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God," he said.
I do not believe in a god. I do however, believe in the power of very good people to effect change in the world. Bishop Tutu is one of those people, a man who believes that human rights should apply equally, to everyone.
"Cavalcade of Risk" Is Up
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
the evil in the necessary
Chemotherapy sucks.
I know it's saving my life but I don't have to love it.
Monday, November 19, 2007
what jacqueline said that made it better
My eyes widened. My tone sharpened. I asked, "Are you telling me that I got breast cancer because I had negative feelings about my body?"
"Well, I am not talking about blame here. But many people who grow up hearing negative things or thinking negatively about a particular body part, end up, years later, getting cancer in exactly that part of their body."
Excuse me? What young woman doesn't grow up thinking at least somewhat negatively about her body, especially one who goes through puberty as young as I did? And yeah, I did hear lots of negative comments about my body when I was young. And yes, I have hated both my breasts and my belly at times.
But I repeat, what woman doesn't feel at least some ambivalence about her body?
He kept saying that he got this idea from Bernie Siegel, in Love Medicine and Miracles. I haven't read that book but I did read another by him (Peace, Love and Healing) and I suspect that his words were distorted by this so-called therapist.
The whole session with this man was appalling. He rambled, said a number of inappropriate and irrelevant things (about himself and other clients) and seemed to have little inclination to listen to what I was saying (and I ended up saying very little).
And he was extremely irritated when I ended the session early (I stayed for an hour but really, I was ready to bolt after the first five minutes).
I left feeling more than a little shaken and relieved that I had not gone to see this fraud when I was actually feeling vulnerable (like say, right after I had learned of the metastasis and not right after getting good news, when I feel healthy and strong).
The next day, I came upon this poem by Jacqueline over at Rebel 1 in 8 (I am reproducing it here because I really need you all to read it but please do go to her blog and also, here to buy here beautiful jewelry and check out her clothing designs):
One of the beautiful things about poetry is that interpretation can always be left up to the reader.
what it's not. and the gratitude of my flesh.
it's not
a victim
of your shame
or mine
it's not
a symbol
of your fear
or mine
it's not
a reflection
of your arrogance
or mine
it's not
an armor
for your struggles
or mine
it's not
a billboard
for your truths
or mine.
it's not fabric to be stitched
clay to be formed
marble to be carved
a book to be read
a song to be sung
a cheer to be shouted
a code to be broken
a mystery to be solved
a key for a lock
or a
puzzle
piece
without
a
space!
it is simply flesh.
MY flesh.
and it is grateful.
for the things
it
is
not.
But what Jacqueline wrote spoke directly to me.
I realized that everything that therapist said was really about him, not me. His own fears, his own insecurities. And his own ego.
And I have taken Jacqueline's words to heart. I will continue to strive to be as comfortable as I can in this skin of mine. I will think of myself as healthy, strong and beautiful.
And I will forgive myself when I don't.
California Policy Cancellation Scandal Heats Up As Republican Candidates Propose Health Reform Based On An Individual Health Insurance System
Sunday, November 18, 2007
sunnier days then or now?
My nine year old brought this article in the New York Times Magazine to my attention. Seems that my children need to be protected from the Sesame Street I watched as a child.
I always thought that Bob guy was a little suspicious.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
what a mother does for love
D. loved it.
I loved that he loved it.
And I looked at my watch a lot.
Friday, November 16, 2007
the ones that turn the day around
The following two bits of conversation very likely saved my day:
"Do you like hot toddys?"
and
"Mama, I love you as much as all the days."
Both of those offerings warmed me from the inside out.
SCHIP, Medicare Physician Fee Cuts, and Medicare Advantage--We're Getting Down to Crunch Time
Thursday, November 15, 2007
i thought i had seen it all

Too late, when love has gone for a wife to plead that no one has warned her of danger. Because a wise, considerate wife makes it her her business to find out how to safeguard her daintiness in order to protect precious married love and happiness.Wow.
One of the soundest ways for a wife to keep married love in bloom is to achieve dainty allure by practicing effective feminine hygiene such as regular vaginal douches with reliable "Lysol."
I cannot imagine. Really, I can't.
VEBA's--The New Growth Opportunity
Health Wonk Review Is Up
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
passage of time
It seems like yesterday that he was the puppy and Emma was the senior dog who needed a bit of help sometimes.
Now Emma is gone and tonight, for the first time, my puppy is old enough to need help getting on the bed.
Part D Medicare Drug Plans See Major Price Increases--Why?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
contemplating a return to the two-dog (and a crotchety cat) life
Tonight, I am stoned from the Demerol that I am given to mitigate the side-effects of the Herceptin.
Boy, typing is hard when I'm stoned.
I am reading, A Three Dog Life, a memoir by Abigail Thomas.
She starts her book with the following quote from Wikipedia;
Australian Aborigines slept with their dogs for warmth on cold nights, the coldest being a 'three-dog night.'
I am loving this book. I am seriously too stoned to be coherent as to why, so here is the blurb from Abigail's web site:
When Abigail Thomas’s husband, Rich, was hit by a car, his brain shattered. Subject to rages, terrors, and hallucinations, he must live the rest of his life in an institution. He has no memory of what he did the hour, the day, the year before. This tragedy is the ground on which Abigail had to build a new life. How she built that life is a story of great courage and great change, of moving to a small country town, of a new family composed of three dogs, knitting, and friendship, of facing down guilt and discovering gratitude. It is also about her relationship with Rich, a man who lives in the eternal present, and the eerie poetry of his often uncanny perceptions. This wise, plainspoken, beautiful book enacts the truth Abigail discovered in the five years since the accident: You might not find meaning in disaster, but you might, with effort, make something useful of it.
This memoir is really resonating with me (and not just because she has three dogs and knits).
I especially love the last line of that quote.
Monday, November 12, 2007
stay in the moment, damn it
"Should I force S. to do yoga?"
"I wonder what time it is."
"How long will it take to get good at this?"
"I think I'll add a little turmeric to the tomato sauce."
"Should I walk J-dog when I get in or clean up and make dinner, first?"
"Where does the day go?"
"I'm thirsty."
"She's much better at this than I am."
"I have to remember to send a cheque to school with D.s' picture order form."
"I really need to wash this yoga mat."
"I should blog about this."
Giuliani Puts His Foot In It With the Claim He Would Have Only Gotten Quality Treatment For His Cancer in the U.S.
Report: "Health Insurer Tied Bonuses to Dropping Sick Policyholders"
Sunday, November 11, 2007
not your grandmother's shawl
I looked pretty spiffy.
I got a whole bunch of compliments on it.
It covered up the bulges that should be flat and the flat bits that should be bulges.
And I felt like I was being hugged all night.
I love it when people knit, weave or sew for me.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
cancer crusader
Nancy is a three time breast cancer survivor (as she says, "I'm an overachiever.") who, finding that there weren't a lot of materials out there that "empowered" women living with breast cancer, decided to make her own. The Cancer Crusader was born.
Since I love thinking of myself as a badass superhero, I was thrilled to meet Nancy. Loved her work. Really liked her personally. Admired everything she does (she's also an artist and an actor).
She was selling these terrific t-shirts (you can buy them with the 'survivor' or 'supporter' caption):
And the best part is they're not pink! They are red and blue, with motivational captions throughout (superhero themed, of course) and lovely comic book type graphics (I live in a house with some hardcore comics fans; some of this has definitely rubbed off on me).
Nancy writes:
This journal is dedicated to all women, who, like me, have been called into action by cancer. May your writing be cathartic, liberating and a constant companion on your journey...And may you find your inner super-hero along the way."I thought these journals were so cool that I bought two (and I really wanted to support Nancy). It was only later that afternoon that I realized I didn't know what to do with them.
I don't really have anyone in my life right now who has been newly diagnosed.
So I've decided to share the love. Do you know someone who is in a place right now that they would appreciate this journal? Drop me a line at laurie dot kingston at gmail dot com and let me know how you would put one (or both) of these journals to good use. I'll mail it to you.
Friday, November 9, 2007
if a picture is worth a thousand words, then four blurry pics are worth a NaBloPoMo entry
Every Saturday he goes to gymnastics. A couple of weeks ago, I attended, camera in hand and played paparazzi (while attempting to not be too obnoxious about it)...
He is pretty cute, though, isn't he?
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Sometimes It's the Little Things--The NCQA Announces an Agreement Between Providers and Payers to Better Pay for the Quality of Care
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
not waiting for the other shoe
It wasn't until I was re-counting this dream at the breakfast table that I realized that it hadn't been about the dog at all.
Back in July, when I got the first good CT result, I was overjoyed at first but then angst-ridden. And the reality is that while I have now twice received the best news possible, my day-to-day life will not change very much.
I will continue with chemo - two weeks on, two weeks off.
I am still a cancer patient.
But as I continue to defy the odds (the stats on survival rates for women with metastatic breast cancer are abysmal and the stats when the metastasis is in the liver, even worse), I need to give myself permission to let down my guard a little. To be hopeful.
It's starting to feel OK to make plans for a few months in the future. And in a few months, perhaps I will feel I can plan even further ahead than that.
My friend T. said to me as we left my appointment on Tuesday, "You are going to get to see your kids grow up." I am not sure I'm ready to let myself believe that but I replay her words to myself and I feel warmed by them.
I'm starting with teaching myself not to panic whenever I feel the familiar stitch in my side. I know now that the pain is due to scarring but I am still working on quieting the panic it instills.
So, not much has changed but everything has changed.
I can't have my old life back but I have a great deal of hope.
I think I can live with that.
on life as a pincushion
If this sounds painful, it's because it is. And, veins on someone who's had a lot of chemo are hard to come by.
First, they tried on the inside of my elbow.
Then they tried on the side of my forearm.
Finally, they had to go for the inside of my wrist.
The nurse informed me that she usually avoids this at all costs, because it is "torture" (she actually said this more than once).
It hurt like hell.
I think the nurse was astonished that I didn't yell or lose my temper. I did gasp, and rather loudly, as the murmers from those waiting on the other side of the curtain indicated. But I was good (as we first-born children tend to be).
The nurse kept commenting on how good-natured I was.
And I'm certainly more stoic than I used to be.
But really, though, I was too stressed about getting the test done to think much about about being stuck with needles.
It's all relative, really.
What Will It Take to Get a SCHIP Bill This Year? The Budget Outlook Deteriorates Even More
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
The Best Places To Get the Inside On the Workers' Compensation Market
i am spectacular
My liver functions are normal. The condition of my liver has improved. There is no evidence at all of metastasis (no sign that I have cancer at all, in fact).
Why am I so surprised by this? I have had a dull ache (sometimes a sharper pain) in the area of my liver for the last couple of weeks. It's exactly where the stitch started last year, the stitch that led to the discovery that my cancer had spread. I have had moments of pure unadulterated terror, when I have thought of what it could mean.
It turns out that the pain, which I had been hoping was in my head (but knew in my heart to be real) is due to scarring. You know how scar tissue is so tight and inflexible? The scars on my liver are causing it to retract, making it sensitive.
My oncologist seemed even happier than he did back in July when I first discovered my tumours had disappeared. "It's all gone!" he crowed.
I was relieved and over-joyed but felt the need to reassure him that I was also being 'realistic' about my prognosis (the longer we can maintain the status quo the better but I do know that one day, this treatment will stop working).
But he surprised me.
He said, "Well, realistic....For some women the results of combining Herceptin and vinorelbine have been spectacular."
Spectacular.
And then he added, "I think you might continue this way for a long, long time."
He concluded by telling my friend T. to take me out for a drink (which she did).
"Go celebrate."
I did have a glass of wine. Now I am going to put my four year old to bed and then collapse out of sheer exhaustion and relief.
And tomorrow? I am going to go back to being spectacular.
I think the November curse may have been broken.
Romney Says There Are Already "Pots of Money" in the States to Pay For Health Care Reform---Where?
Monday, November 5, 2007
lap cat distracts from CAT scan worries (dog snoring does a pretty good job too)
I have to get up early tomorrow, to go to for abdominal and thoracic CT scans (also known as CAT scans) .
Once someone has had cancer, every headache, stitch, lump, bump or bout of dizziness becomes suspect. And every test, no matter how routine is fraught with anxiety.
I have been the best kind of busy these last few days. The conference and the time I spent with friends and family (as well as the chance to change my environment for a while) provided both a distraction and more reassurance than a fist full of tranquilizers.
But I do feel a little queasy and
And right now, with my youngest asleep, my oldest in the bath, my sweetie in the room with me, the dog snoring with his head in my lap and the cat doing his best imitation of a nice kitty, it's not so hard to feel optimistic. I just wish the test was over, the results were in and I could share the good news with all of you.
Medicare Buy-In For Retirees--Private Options Make It an Even Better Idea
Sunday, November 4, 2007
writing when i don't feel like it: thank you NaBloPoMo
I participated last year and met my commitment to blog every day, despite being diagnosed with metastatic cancer.
I benefitted from participating in NaBloPoMo 2006. I discovered new blogs and found many new readers. And blogging through that most difficult time helped to make it more bearable. Naming my fear and talking about it made it so much easier to cope with it.
I look forward to blogging every day throughout this month.
I hope I can find something interesting to say every day. But if life during NaBloPoMo 2007 is relatively uneventful, that will be OK by me.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
i wish i didn't qualify to be here but since i do, i'm glad i am
I have been attending a conference for the last few days, aimed at young women living with breast cancer. I have learned a lot. My resolve has been renewed, I have been energized and I have made some new discoveries about myself.
I will share what I have learned and thought and concluded very soon (as well as respond to the wonderful comments and emails I have received).
But tonight I am drained and exhausted. And there is more conference tomorrow.
Going to knit and watch a movie where lots of things go boom now.
Friday, November 2, 2007
where do you draw the line?
Even though I don't share this person's concerns, I decided to respect their wishes. It actually wasn't a hard decision to make, as it was only the second time this has been asked of me and I really don't want my writing to hurt or embarrass the people I love.
Writing this blog has changed the way that I view the world, in that I am constantly experiencing events as potential blog fodder. There are very few topics (if any) that I would consider to be off limits in and of themselves but, as I do not blog anonymously, I don't feel I can write at the expense of those to whom I am closest.
What about you? If you are blogger, where do you draw the line?
Thursday, November 1, 2007
"Medicare Advantage: Wrong Way to Spend $54 Billion"--The AMA Goes After the Medicare HMO's Money
Why Consumers’ Checkbook v CMS is a Sideshow--Bush Administration Refuses to Release Provider Data
candy hangover
He buys the Halloween candy. I tell him he didn't buy enough. One of us goes out to buy more. We have candy left over.
Every year it's the same.
So, this year, when I checked out the stash of candy that T. bought, and it looked like there wasn't enough, I did the only thing that made sense.
I went out and bought more.
And gave it away by the fistful. I restrained kids who were eager to move onto the next house, "No wait! I need to give you more! I have too much! Don't you want chocolate?"
When it looked like I was still going to have too much candy I did the only other thing that made sense. I started eating.
By the time I went to bed I felt a little woozy.
And I had candy left over.
I'd say, "live and learn" but I really don't thing that I have. Next year, when I don't think my spouse has bought enough candy, I'll go out and buy more.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
enough for today
It's around this time last year and the year before that cancer changed my life and I've been finding it hard to shake the grief and anxiety.
But today, I experienced a moment that quite literally took my breath away. I was out walking my dog in the arboretum, pretty much lost in thought when I was taken off guard by a tree, a pond, the sunset and scattered leaves in all my favourite colours. And the thought suddenly came to me, "I am grateful."
Grateful for my kids for bringing me joy, making me laugh and for needing me.
Grateful for my spouse, who is kind and gentle and who loves me even when I am crazy.
Grateful for my dog who gets me out walking.
Grateful for a lovely walk in a beautiful place.
And grateful that I am healthy and fit enough to enjoy it all.
Tomorrow remains uncertain but for today, it is enough to be grateful.
A Good Idea and Bad Leadership--A Way Out of the Entitlement Crisis Meets Partisan Politics
Bush Ups the Budget Pressure--Shows No Sign of Compromising on SCHIP
Saturday, October 27, 2007
getting out in the world
I was very flattered to be asked to write for them (the women who founded Mommybloggers are very interesting women and terrific bloggers).
And I am not above asking you all to go check me out (and maybe even comment over there).
Friday, October 26, 2007
120
I've laid them out randomly, in order to try and figure out how to lay them out. Wishing my artist friends were handy to tell me what to do. I feel like I'm too close to it.
Thoughts?
There are a couple of squares I think I need to unravel and reknit, though:
I'm also wondering about the low contrast (light blue and turquoise) one just beneath it. There are two of those and I think they might have to go, too.
Thoughts?
I think I'm going to keep it like this for the week end and play with moving the squares around a little.
Update: I came home to find that one of the pets (not sure if it was the cat or the dog) did a little creative re-arranging while I was gone.
Sigh.
Maybe I'll just sew the squares together randomly.
House SCHIP Vote Fails to Attract Veto-Proof Majority
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Poll Shows Democratic Presidential Candidates Attracting Independents and Moderates With Their Health Reform Plans
Discussions Regarding Scheduled Physician Fee Cuts and Possible Reductions in Medicare Advantage Payments Getting Serious
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
New Study Shows Lower Costs in Consumer-Driven Plans--But the Findings Won't Settle the Debate Over Just How Effective C-D Plans Are
conference for young women living with breast cancer
It's a national conference for young women with breast cancer (young in breast cancer terms being under forty-five). The program looks amazing (and more than a little ambitious). And it's relatively cheap: three days and evening events for $150 (although I wonder if they have extended the "early bird rates" because registration is low).
It's in Toronto, November 2-4, so it's easy for me to get to (and I have any number of people with whom I could stay) so I am seriously considering it.
Anyone else out there planning to go?
Democrats Pushing to Vote on New SCHIP Bill This Week--Bush Starting to Give
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The Fight Over SCHIP Tells Us This Budget Season is Going To Be One Big Food Fight--Medicare Payments to HMOs and Physicians Are in the Middle of It
Monday, October 22, 2007
looks like fall, feels like summer
I was knocked flat by the one-two punch of cold and chemo but I am doing much better now, thank you very much.
Today, it was ridiculously warm out. I went for a long, lovely walk along the river. I dressed too warmly since I refused to accept that it should feel like summer outside at this late date.
Tomorrow will be cold and drizzly. And another chemo day.
So you'll forgive me for neglecting the blog in favour of the sun.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
A Detailed Analysis of Rudy Giuliani's Health Care Plan
Health Wonk Review is Up
SCHIP Veto Override Fails in the House--Now What?
Why Bush is So Ready to Use the Veto Now When He Never Did When Republicans Were "Spending Like Drunken Sailors"
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Kaiser Family Foundation Creates a Great Tool to Compare Presidential Candidate's Health Care Plans
The CED Health Reform Plan Gets It Right Until They Have to Make the Tough Decision
Upcoming "Common Good" Forum: Health Courts, Administrative Compensation & Patient Safety: Research, Policy & Practice
on colds, clicks and chemo
We all have colds. Young D. is back at school but older S. has been off for the last two days.
My spouse is in Paris (with a head cold and coming home tomorrow, I hope his sinuses are OK on the trip), thanks to his dad.
I have chemo today, if they don't veto it because of my cold.
My mom-in-law is here in the land of snot to help with the kids when I go down for the count. What are the odds of her staying healthy?
Finally, if you have a minute, please click on the link in my side bar to take a survey. It's for BlogHer Ads so they can find out more about demographics, to help with ad placement (and so they can sell ads to a broader range of advertisers).
And, if you feel like it, you can click on whatever other ad is there too (the more clicks the better!).
I made a whopping $25.41 in September. But the way I see it, it's found money (five lattes, one pizza dinner, a trip to the movies or four packs of cold medicine). I have been happy with the kinds of ads that have run on my blog. And readership is up, so that's cool too.
I did mention the fact that Canadians have not been eligible for any of the giveaways so far. I am told that, as markets expand, BlogHer Ads hopes to recruit more Canadian advertisers.
Going to go blow my nose now.
Committee for Economic Development (CED) to Release Its Health Plan This Week--The Questions to Ask Them
Monday, October 15, 2007
Health 2.0 and the Promise of Market-Based Health Care Reform
SCHIP Veto Override Vote on Thursday--The Ragged Line Between Those Who Need Assistance and Those Who Don't
Friday, October 12, 2007
When It Comes To Drug Prices the Europeans Are Better Health Care Capitalists Than We Are!
making like a duck
My spouse is away on a well deserved vacation and I am playing at being a single parent.
I had been imagining all the fun things my kids and I would do together. Go for bike rides, to the park, the library. I would get my writing and errands out of the way today and even have time for lunch with a friend I haven't seen for a couple of years.
But the weather sucks, my oldest has been testing his limits and my four year old has come down with a miserable cold. I cancelled my lunch date, am behind on my writing and feeling like the world's worst mother (how many consecutive hours should any child be allowed to watch TV, even when he's sick?).
My spouse left yesterday.
So D. (the sick four year old) and I put on a cd this morning and danced around. I promised S. a movie this evening. Things may not be going the way that I'd planned but we'll roll with it.
The minute that the sun comes out, I am throwing on some clothes (did I mention that I am still in my pajamas?), bundling D. in the stroller and going for a walk. I'm washing my hands a lot so that I don't get sick. I'll see if I can set up a play date for S. this week end.
In the days before cancer, this turn of events would have left me feeling pretty bitter.
Now I'm only a little bitter.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
etching myself in their memories
My nine year old son said this to me a couple of days ago.
Our old dog died last summer. She was very nearly fourteen and had had a great life but her passing was a sad event for my little family.
"I can't really remember what she looked like or the things she liked to do," he went on.
"That's perfectly normal," I replied.
"Is it?"
"Yes, and that's why we tell stories about our loved ones who've died, to help each other remember them."
"Like the time Emma almost drowned Grandpa?"
"That's right. And you have lots of pictures, too."
That was pretty much the end of our conversation but it did put a lump in my throat.
I'm in remission but I do know what the statistics are when it comes to Stage IV breast cancer. I try not to torture myself with these but I know that I will die long before I am ready.
The thought that I might become a hazy memory to my children is something else on which I try not to dwell.
But it hurts.
This morning, I was cuddling with my youngest, covering his little head with kisses. I felt both intensely happy and very, very sad.
"Remember this moment," I wanted to whisper.
"Remember me."
Cavalcade of Risk--Recent Posts From the World of Risk Management
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
pleasant surprise and a potentially great resource
I loathe conference calls. There is something about not being able to see people's faces that seems to bring out the worst in all participants. I usually avoid them like I would like to have avoided cancer.
So when I received an email request from Revolution Health to participate in a conference call prior to the launch of their online breast cancer support group, I cringed.
I get a lot of these kinds of requests.
But there was something in this email that stood out for me. It was very clear that Tim, the staffer who'd written to me had actually taken the time to read my blog and think about what I'd written there. I was impressed.
So, I agreed to be on the call.
It was amazing.
The Revolution Health team members all appeared to be genuinely interested in what we had to say. Hester (an oncology social worker and herself a survivor) and Carolyn seemed genuinely committed to the building of an online community for those whose lives have been affected by breast cancer.
But the best part for me was the interaction with the three other breast cancer bloggers on the call. Amazingly, we were all under 40 when we were first diagnosed. We were all very well-informed and highly opinionated. I have never, ever had a conference call fly by that quickly.
I was so happy to meet Minerva (a Woman of Many Parts), Jeanette (Two Hands...) and Jenny (At Least it's a "Good" Cancer). We pretty much took over the call, from the first question. The energy and the passion that we all feel was palpable.
Revolution Health claims to be trying to build "the best breast cancer resource on the web." I haven't had time to really explore the site yet, but I have been impressed with what I have found there. Their online support group just launched yesterday (I just joined). It remains to be seen how well this will work (support groups, are after all, what the participants make of them) but Revolution Health appears to have laid down a good foundation.
Let me know what you think.