Feeling Better

For the first time in almost two years I didn't cringe the other day when a friend asked me how I was feeling.  I noticed it right there on the spot!  I was happy to honestly answer "I'm feeling pretty good actually!" and it was a refreshing change.  My west-coast Uncle also sent me a nice text saying "I'm glad you're feeling better."  Being as we haven't spoken in a bit I again was surprised (at myself) that he said that, but I was happy he did.  I guess I am projecting it?  All the way to BC?!  Yay me  :-)

Yes, thank you, I am feeling a bit better these days.  Can it really be?  My quarterly CT scans have been clear, my Christmas holidays were busy but great, my liver seems to be recovering well from all the celebrations, my kids are motivated in all things responsible, my dog is loving the walks... dare I say: life is good.   

Perhaps I am over the hump; maybe all those shitty months of constant physical and mental fight against melanoma are going to give me a break.  

I am still experiencing severe gastrointestinal distress, but that may be a permanent side-effect of the lengthy ipilimumab treatment, only time will tell.  My medical oncologist is considering forcing me to take a dose of prednisone/steroids to help with my tummy, but I am fighting that all the way.  

My imodium and I are still comfortable to hang out close to home and give my body more time to figure out whether or not it will ever get back to normal.  I am back on the weekly parole calls to monitor it, mainly because I neglected to report to Sunnybrook a particularly bad bout of bathroom time I had before the holidays.  Ah well.  This is what I signed up for!

I exited the holiday season with a renewed attitude toward the new year and what I want to accomplish in it.

First off, I want to feel better.  

Second, I want to help others feel better, my kids #1, and then others who face the life sentence of malignant melanoma.  (please notice I said life sentence, not death sentence. Big difference, from where I stand)

Third, I want to write my book.  I have forever said that I will write a book someday.  The time has come.  I am spending a good portion of my recuperation time with pen (and keyboard) in hand.   

I am deeply grateful for the position in which I am in my life, able to use my time for whatever purpose I choose... relatively speaking.  It was a helluva trade-off, this melanoma shit, but I am making my lemons into lemonade and sipping it quietly while I recuperate. 

I am embracing recovery and rehabilitation not only from the physical assaults my body has encountered since April 2014, but also the emotional and mental pain my family and I have endured.  It will take time, and I am finally relaxing about that.  A bit.  

All that said, here is some news from around here:

• Due to snowy weather I postponed my oncology follow-up at RVH this week, will try again in a few weeks.

• I have begun drinking a health-potion of apple cider vinegar/lemon juice/cinnamon daily to help detox and heal organs such as liver and digestive system.  I also read that apple cider vinegar may assist in relief of the symptoms of ulcerative colitis I am experiencing, plus it is said to create an alkaline body system the likes of cancer's arch enemy.  It is time for me to gradually introduce the alternative approach I have been craving since signing up for clinical trial.

• Green smoothies also, the girls and I have been experimenting with spinach- or kale-based smoothies most mornings.  I have never been a big smoothie fan but frozen mango seems to be the key to success. 

• I still have to take hefty calcium and vitamin D supplements due to loss of parathyroid, and I have been dutifully chewing a daily B12 tablet to try to bring up my levels.  The tablets are pretty much tasteless but I find them much easier to take since my family physician told me I can chew them as opposed to letting them dissolve under the tongue (BLECH!)

• Essential oils, also key to good health.

 

I have begun with the classic Oregano, earthy Rosemary, and my long-time favourite, Bergamot.  Rosemary is found to have many of the healing properties I am seeking: analgesic, antibacterial, anticancer, anti-catarrhal (diarrhea), anti-infection, anti-inflammatory, antioxidant.  Oregano also for detox - last night before bed I mixed a few drops with coconut oil and rubbed it on the soles of my feet... felt good but according to Cass I smelled like "a lot of spaghetti" LOL!

 

• Dandelion tea, and lots of it!  I love this roasted dandelion tea so this is an easy one to increase in my diet for aid in detox and improve liver function as well as decrease fluid retention, especially for the benefit of my lymphedema leg. 

• Rest and relaxation, I have found I am truly enjoying some rest time.  I'm not so cranky about the chronic fatigue, I am resting for a bigger purpose: to recuperate. And I am feeling much less guilty about it.  The song lyrics "I can see clearly now, the rain is gone...I can see all obstacles in my way.." just floated into my mind... 

• Yesterday (snow day) the girls and I worked on capturing a new "profile picture" for me, as well as a little video clip for the I'm Living Proof website by Save Your Skin Foundation.  I am the LEAST photogenic person ever born (either that or I really look like that!?! YIKES) but we managed to settle on a couple.  I wouldn't do it but for the desire to connect with other melanoma patients/victims/warriors/survivors - more to come on that when I find out if my video made the cut.

• Very much looking forward to the launch of the video project I participated in last month, I even have a shiny new instagram account I am building up for the purpose of spreading the word.  It is a fun addition to my social media repertoire, so far so good!  LOL This is me: 

Also have a LinkedIn account now woohoo.  I am building these now in addition to blog as it will help when book promotion time comes along.   

That about sums it up for today, I have plenty of pots cooking and it feels pretty good.  I have been sleeping better and getting out more.  Hard to not want to walk the pooch when I have this to enjoy:

  

 #meaford #meafordharbour #melanomaawareness 

#ohwowI'mTalkingInHashtagsNow??   :-)

Article & Photos © Natalie Richardson 2016

Orthodox Christmas

January 7, 2016... my how times have changed.  As known to my Mom's side of the family today is "Ukrainian Christmas," the day after the Christmas Eve feast and evening of carols beginning at dusk.  I have many memories of this celebration.  All stops were pulled for the meatless meal consisting of 12 courses savoured throughout the evening, all of the best recipes were used to celebrate this occasion.  

Today my family is not having pickled herring or "kutia," but I will quietly remember the laughter and the love.  Foremost on my mind of course is family, my grandparents, my Mom.  Mom and Grant are in Florida for the winter again but we did skype for an hour yesterday.  I was thinking about a blog post I wrote a few years ago around this time of year, my Dido (grandfather - Dee-do) had passed away in November and I had memories to share.  

Please bear with my re-posting of an old story, but I find it to be a classic.  And I can update that I have begun teaching the girls to read/write/speak Ukrainian, and I will be making pyrohy (perogies) again soon! Soon friends, I promise to call when I do! ;-) 

A bit about what Ukrainian Christmas means to me  
(originally posted 2009):

A couple of weeks ago my beloved maternal Grandfather passed away. Dido (pronounced Dee-doe) was 91 years old, and, as I remember him, I have a full slate of memories to draw from. Absorbing his death has been difficult, but it is eased by the celebration of his life. He had such a full life, and I am grateful that he gave so much of it to me.

Orphaned at a young age, Dido was raised in part by monks, in Ukraine, given a start in life unlike anyone else I know in present times. He was a kind gentleman, a thoughtful and resourceful soul, and I imagine that was how he had always been... I knew him for 33 years, only a third of his long life, but in that time I never heard him say a bad word about anyone else (even when they deserved it).

He was complicated, simple, outrageously funny, gentle, elegant, peaceful, quiet, noisy, all of these things and more. Part of my childhood was spent in his care, along with my beautiful Grandmother (Baba), who passed away five years ago almost to this day. Baba and Dido were inseparable, they were like salt and pepper, sugar and spice - or oil and water, depending on the day! Truly lovely people, they instilled in me a strong work ethic, a creative and resourceful nature, and a good dose of Catholic guilt. They taught me Ukrainian, and they taught me life.

Dido was remembered by family and friends in Sarnia as a kind and true gentleman, a father, a friend, and a teacher. He worked hard throughout his life, during his incredible journey to Canada in the late 1940's, and even to his last days he pored over books, reading Ukrainian, English, and Polish. What we most remembered was his penchant for teaching... his skill in naturally drawing out the best in people, and for educating others about not only life, but Ukrainian life.

Countless hours he spent with me when I was a child, teaching me Uky reading, writing, culture. I owe my second language and cultural background to my Mom, and my Baba and Dido, but it is Dido I remember as spending the time demonstrating grammar and alphabet lessons. He was gentle but insistent in his teaching, coaxing hours of work out of me without my realizing it, providing me with firm roots in Ukrainian.

I remember occasionally resisting yet another reading or lesson, wanting to go outside to play with the many hand crafted toys Dido made for me, but I kept that under control until it was time. When we were finished there would be plenty of time to go to the parks in St. Thomas, for him to push me on the swings at Pinafore Park or to walk the bridges in Waterworks Park.

Dido didn't force me to work, it was simply an expectation he had. It was clear to me what I was expected to do, and I embraced that responsibility as I was taught. It is fascinating now that I can look back on it and remember. I try to raise my daughters with that same gentle but steadfast expectation, although I'm not sure it always works out that way. We are a different generation of parents now, and I'm not sure we are as skilled as the likes of Dido.

Ukrainian culture in my life plays an ever more important role, as I grow, and my kids grow, I want more Uky influence for us. I want the language to stay in my family, I want the stability, the history, and of course I want the food. I will teach my daughters to make pysanky (Uky decorated eggs) and pyrohy (perogies) as I was taught, and I will teach them to read and write and speak Ukrainian, as Dido desperately encouraged me to do. He was right.

I am also inspired by the work that Dido did, that I am not entirely aware of. I grew up knowing that Baba and Dido were active in the local Ukrainian community and church, and I knew they still tried whenever possible to take care of family still living in Ukraine, but I didn't really know the extent of their activism and support of the old country. I had a feeling they did more, and a quick google search brought up their names in a few places (who knew Baba and Dido would ever make it to google!?) Looking through photos at my Mom's last week I found one that struck me... a photo of my little Uky grandparents participating in a march in Ottawa, 1978.

 

<---That's my Dido, holding the sign that says "Freedom for Ukraine"
 

Congratulations Dido, for a life well-lived, I applaud you. Thank you for all that you have done for my family and for so many others... We will always cherish you and your memories, you are alive in us. I love you.

Orthodox Ukrainians around the world celebrate Christmas according to the Julian calendar (January the 7th). Christmas is the most beloved festival among Ukrainians when the family  gathers for a holy supper of 12 symbolic dishes. The meal is traditionally meatless and milk-free and features fish. The recipes differ from region to region, but here are the most well known dishes which are prepared for Sviat Vechir/Christmas Eve: kutya (a dish of honey, poppy seeds, raisins, chopped walnuts or pecans and boiled wheat); a braided, ring-shaped bread (struslya); fish dishes; dried or pickled mushrooms, red borsch, holubtsi (cabbage rolls) with rice or potato filling, varenyky(perogies) with sauerkraut or potato filling, cooked beans and others.  Smachnoho! :-)

Happy Christmas 2015

The happiest I have felt in a long time, especially at Christmas, is today.  I have been doing a year-in-review mentally, as I have had the pleasure of spending time with family and friends, surrounded by love and laughter all day long.  

Now I am too excited to sleep, I want to keep basking in the glow of our upside-down Christmas tree, listening to the "Holiday Classics" channel all alone, waiting for Santa with all of the kids in town, fending the dog off the cookies(and carrots) Paige carefully left out for tonight's much-anticipated visitor(s)... NORAD currently reports Santa over Antarctica and I know he is coming here, as we have always been fortunate enough to have had.  

 

 

We are fortunate in countless ways, and I find myself again at a loss to put into words our gratitude for the love and support we receive as a family.   

Thank you to everyone who has helped make our year a successful one.  It may not have been perfect, but it is closing with a double-dose of "remission" which is pretty close to perfection, in my experience.  
I/We cannot thank everyone enough for the thoughtful help and messages and encouragement and surprises and and and and and and and .... your care is felt and appreciated today, and always. 

We are all looking forward to the next week or more of festivities and visiting with our respectful families and friends near and far. I hope you all have such wonderful things to look forward to.  And in addition - a full moon!  

Merry Christmas to All!

  

I am thinking of you 

and wish you well for 2016 and always. 

Thank you xoxooxxo

Toronto today

Many times over the years I have encountered that difficult catch-phrase "go outside your comfort zone!" --as if I don't do that regularly!?  If you think about it, everything is outside our comfort zone.  If it is comfortable, we already do it, and we do not feel the need to draw attention to it.  

For years I have been challenged at Toronto driving.  I have lived in cities yes, and I am reasonably adept at driving vehicles other than my little Civic, but Toronto driving is a different animal.  In the late 90's I drove myself to meet friends at the ACC for an Alanis Morissette concert and then booted my car all the way back to Cambridge without taking a single breath, considering myself lucky to be ALIVE after a trip to the base of the CN TOWER!  

Since then I have basically considered my life complete in my small town of three traffic lights.  No need to go further... I have explored Florence ITALY without panic - for god sakes surely I can close the chapter on "needing to accomplish traffic-related ambition" outside my "comfort zone!"

But nnnoooooo..... today I took a casual meander down to the Queen West neighbourhood in Toronto for a day of artwork, public relations, open-mindedness, and melanoma speak.

  

I left early this morning, drove down to 401 East to Dufferin/Yorkdale and followed Scott's perfect directions to downtown TO, drove straight to the building I was invited to, turned around a time or two to get a parking spot in a Green P lot, walked back through a neighbouring schoolyard as primary students were going to their outdoor recess (remarkably they looked a lot like my own country kids!?), and got a maple latte to accompany me in this supercool space, my hangout for the day:

(photo cred: click here)

Warmly greeted by the public relations firm hosting the event, I settled in to the old school-building converted to not-for-profit artists' space humming with activity such as a day care centre, a delicious cafe, art installation space, and rental studios such as the one I was in, on the 2nd floor.  

We were here to discuss melanoma, in a way new to me.  

There was a film-camera crew - a make-up artist even! - and a sound guy (who looks remarkably like a young Anthony Bourdain), A Director, and some patients of the little-known disease melanoma.  The patients were the stars of the day, and they were treated as such.  Oh wait.. I keep trying to forget, I am one of those melanoma people... shit.. 

One-on-one interviews were filmed and then a mixer of patients and artwork (it's all top-secret until launch in the new year) - all "Action!" and "Cut!" style until a yummy catered lunch.  Okay well there weren't really "action"s and "cut"s but there was a real little black and white striped clappy thingy snap in front of every take.  It was supercool.  Very interesting.  

Fast-forward to the highlight of my day:  meeting some fantastic people.  Not only were the PR people empathetic, knowledgeable, and truly interested in the project, the accompanying melanoma patients/victims/survivors were supremely awesome.   

I have mentioned before my struggle to meet people in the same boat as I am, melanoma-wise.  Well today I found myself in the company of some lovely folks who speak the same language as I do:  BRAF NRAS ipilimumab MEC excision node biopsy metastatic devastation gene mutation resection margins mass oh my! No need to clarify, we were on level plains.  

Film or no film, I have made some new friends, and even if we are not able to keep in touch I gained a feeling of power today that they may never know they contributed to, but that I will always be grateful for. 

I value their experience and their knowledge beyond words, and I am inspired by the fact that they were all standing with me in the same place, after being through worse battles than mine (really, I was the baby of the group, not in age but in melanoma incident... I have had five surgeries... these folks ran circles around me).  The most important thing:  they are still here.  They were in Toronto today as well, hoping to help others by spreading the word about sun-safety and non-complacency in skin CANCER.  

They were serious about their desire to help others fall short of the fate we have encountered, they are passionate about keeping people out of the sun in order to avoid the risk of developing melanoma. Melanoma. It is not JUST skin cancer.  It IS skin cancer.  

I will be sure to post news of the campaign launch as it comes available.  In the meantime I will email my new acquaintances (we all exchanged business cards) and lend support where I can.  Judging by how well we all hit it off I can envision us having a "cast party!?" when this launches LOL  I would even drive back down Dufferin to do that.  :-) 

Toronto traffic and camera-shyness aside, I feel today was a powerful day.  I received support and hope at the same time, plus I was able to explore the side of myself that I enjoy when I travel to new places.  

In fact in one of the alleys I traversed this morning I recalled Firenze as if it was yesterday. The light and air and temperature seemed the same in the Toronto alley I walked today, as it was in Florence eight years since this photo:

On the way home I casually noticed one pedestrian that I almost ran over didn't even flip me the bird!  Sure sign of my comfort in the Toronto traffic - after all these trips to Sunnybrook and other attractions I must be doing something right! 

Oh PS ~  All day when commenting on our unseasonably mild weather and asked if we have snow in Meaford I replied that "no we don't, as I requested we not get any snow until I was home tonight after this Toronto event." and we laughed... haha...  Seriously, the second I pulled into my driveway it began to snow.  My car is now covered and I am going to go to bed wishing for six feet in the morning.  I am done my work for a couple of weeks and I think we are due a white Christmas!  

PPS ~ Thank you Save Your Skin Foundation for connecting me with this great day 

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Another edit add-on to this post: I appreciated the warm-up conversation the film crew afforded my nerves.  When I told them I am from Meaford one of them said hey isn't there that cool restaurant up there in the middle of nowhere?  Teds Road something... I said Yes! Ted's Range Road Diner LOL  It's in a quonset hut style building and he serves amazing food.  So we talked about game meat and my history up north of salivating at every "Bear BBQ" in Barkway etc.  Anthony Bourdain Jr. said he did the sound for a film piece a few years ago at Ted's..? COOL!  So I just googled it and found this, perhaps it is the one?  Enjoy  :-) 

 

December

I have been taking stock of the losses and accomplishments my family and I have experienced in the last year.  

It occurred to me when I was at Sunnybrook on Monday, that a year has passed since my most dismal cancer-related days.  I had had my thyroidectomy at the beginning of December, missed Claire and Cassie's theatre production, had an extremely painful incision and infection around my throat, was on bed rest trying to recover, and was just barely coping with the task of adjusting to my impending to-do list... calcium supplements, thyroid hormone replacement drug, inevitable radioactive iodine treatment, continued melanoma treatments, and... smile for Christmas!

At the same time, we received so much love and support... a catered turkey dinner gift, a raft of treats and gift certificates from members of our business community, a huge tasty delivery from my silent partners (in crime LOL) at my place of employ, even help with snow removal as I couldn't even lift a shovel at the time.  The support was priceless, and it carried us through a rough time.  My gratitude remains, and I continue to convey it through small gestures as I am able.  I will return the favours if it's the last thing I do! 

Thankfully it appears I will still have some time to do so.  All of the work my medical team has done and all the chomping my personal pacmen have done have bought me some time.  My diagnosis at the beginning was pretty dismal - average time of survival for my type of situation is around nine months - but the speed with which the oncologists at Sunnybrook helped me (and the swiftness with which my family physician booted me to them) saved my life.  I sit here a year and a half after diagnosis contemplating my past and my future, and I am deeply grateful for that.  

On Monday I saw my surgical oncologist for a 12-month checkup.  She is a lovely lady, strikingly tiny, obviously intelligent, and very kind.  The last time I saw her was the day I was to get the staples out of my neck/thyroid incision (performed by a different surgeon), and I had to show her my right leg which was at the time six months post-surgery she had performed in May 2014.  That day we had set the appointment for this year's follow-up, and it felt like neither of us were sure I would see her again.  

I was looking forward to seeing her Monday, and surprisingly she came into the room smiling as well and with questions about my long drive into the city - she actually remembered me! We chatted for a bit, she examined the scars she had given me, and she slapped my wrist for procrastinating on the lymphedema therapy.  

Happy to report she did not feel any tumours or ominous tissue around the sites of my two surgeries (mole excision and lymph node dissection).  She then moved to examine the lymph nodes in my neck and I joked that there were 37 less nodes in there from last time she saw me and she commented back "well he was generous! How many did I take?"  I replied 13! (I can't recall my own postal code but these numbers are stuck in my brain)  "Hhmm," she said, "but I did more damage."  I told her it was okay, it was worth it.  I thanked her for saving my life.  And she smiled "don't thank me, it's a team effort."  How modest. 

We also discussed my CT scan reports of the last year, and I told her about the enlarged nodes in my neck.  She offered the perspective that the ipilimumab immunotherapy treatment I had been receiving was quite likely to affect lymph nodes.  Fair enough, that echoed my medical oncologists comments as well.  Surgeon also suggested that this treatment would wreak havoc on my thyroid (or lack thereof) situation, and she concurred that I should start feeling better in the new year as we move farther away from my last ipi treatment in September.  

All in all it was a good follow-up, and we agreed to meet again next December.  12-month check up with surgical oncologist, that is good.  I am still in the 3-month check-up zone with medical oncologist (melanoma) for a while, and still 6-months with endocrinologist (thyroid cancer related).  

I did my bloodwork and had meeting with medical oncologist on Monday as well, we had just seen each other four weeks prior so not much new to discuss.  So far so good! 

Did my CT scans Monday as well, and that went better than usual! I learned something new that day - you can put clear liquid flavouring in the huge jug of yucky chemical water stuff you have to consume prior to a CT scan.  I was being whiny to my favourite CT nurse about the water and she said well you can flavour it!  She squirted in some of her Mio orange-flavoured stuff and I was able to drink the whole bottle without gagging.   I told her she changed my life!  True story.  That's how much I hate that stuff.  

My tummy hates it too, and I was pretty much bed-ridden Tuesday after late return home Monday night and lots of bathroom stops, but I am feeling better today.  Which is good, because it is Christmassy-chaos around here, plus I have a big day tomorrow.  

Back to the city tomorrow: I am going for the filming of an interview with a team producing a video about living with skin cancer for the purpose of educating people about the dangers of frivolous sun-tanning.  This video is a collaboration between a pharmaceutical company and a couple of other teams, and it will launch in February.  I have been jotting down some notes on how to concisely express my perspective, Wordy-Me has to keep it to a few short seconds!?!

I have yet to be able to explain my feelings about the sun and how I feel about it's role in my life and also in my illness, but I am keen to share with others that they should not take risks when it comes to their skin health.  Sun-tanning for vanity or cosmetic reasons is not safe.  It can ruin your life.  I'm living proof.  

Speaking of  "I'm Living Proof," I am also working on a written bio and short video for the SYSF "Melanoma Connect" initiative to help melanoma patients find peers to help support them in their diagnosis and cancer journey.  Via social media including their new website "I'm Living Proof.ca" the folks at Save Your Skin Foundation are working to help people feel less alone in their melanoma diagnoses.  

It is indeed a frightening disease, and patients need every tool they can possibly embrace to help them through it.  I am part of this community and I will put my star on their map, perhaps to help someone recently diagnosed, but also to receive support myself as I live with metastatic melanoma.  

Otherwise around here things are running as quickly as always, the three girls and I put up our tree last weekend, yesterday I attended Claire and Cass' school Christmas Dance Extravaganza, today they are having their classroom gift exchanges, and tomorrow is their dance and continued partying at school while I venture to Toronto.  One cool thing, their homeroom teacher is showing them the movie One Magic Christmas, which was filmed in part here in Meaford in 1985. 

All in all this December is so far better than last December, different challenges lie ahead, but they are bouyed by hope and definitely ambition.  

Thank you again for your continued friendship and support.  Merry Christmas!

The "Quote Board"

One side effect of a kitchen renovation is that all artwork and wall hangings have to be removed for the new paint.  Everything has been gone from our space for a couple of months, and now it is time to unpack and survey possessions to see what goes back in.  

My "Spaghetti Guy" (a.k.a. "The Man of the House") painting was back on the wall in his new spot before the new counter top was even in... but other pieces are still stacked in the basement awaiting judgement.  

One such piece is our "Quote Board."  Our infamous quote board, which is actually an old recycled piece of faded yellow bristol board stuck on the wall with tape. This piece of paper has been an institution in our family for almost five years.  It has been decorated and written on, referred to and often autographed by our female friends and family visitors.  

It may not be pretty, but it is our family creed.  It evolves with us, it grows as we grow, and it lifts us when we fall.  We all contribute to it, and we all take from it what we need: 

One winter morning in the wee hours I was sitting quietly in the kitchen pouting over a broken heart, looking around at my house, at my life, and I thought of one of my favourite quotes from childhood.  Early in my life I began collecting quotes, my first memory of this quirk began with Eleanor Roosevelt saying on a page "We teach people how to treat us."  

I noticed how much I missed the whiteboard/corkboard that had hung beside my EX-armoire in the kitchen, how I had printed a Dr. Seuss quote beside a balsamic vinegar dressing recipe and the newspaper clipping of Bill's valu-mart store hours.  I needed to replace that quote, and I couldn't think of any better time to do it.  

Rummaging around in the basement at 4 a.m. I found an old bristol board from my Meaford Farmers Market Board of Director days, flipped it over on the kitchen counter, sat down with my couple of fancy coloured Sharpies and started writing.  I surprised myself by remembering quite a few of the items on the whiteboard, then I ran down and retrieved the EX-whiteboard from the rubble to copy the quotes I had missed.

In my idiom-inspired Sharpie-fume fervor I barely noticed Cassie sleepily perched across from me until she asked if she could put something on that piece of paper.  "Of course!" I said, and rustled up some crafting supplies for her to create that big pink butterfly stuck on the left in the photo above.  We chatted and crafted until the sun came up, and when Claire woke up she was only briefly puzzled by our very awake state.  She hopped on board and had to create something as well, hence the heart-filled peace sign to the left of their tiny school photos stolen from the proof thingy from the school photographer. 

Those items have remained there all this time, as have the original quotes I neatly printed that morning.  We have added to the "board" numerous times and we still have plenty of room, although the girls all know that additions to the board are a sacred act, approved only by myself.  

Should they wish to have quote boards in their homes when they grow up they can put whatever they want on them.  For this one I will rely on my wisdom and experience to sift through the superficial social media stuff they come across daily, and allow only true, intelligent, and inspirational comments.

The photo is small so I thought I would share some of our favourites.  These quotes may be historical, may be realistic, may be deep in meaning for some and not for others, but they are all essential to who Claire and Cass and I are.  I hope you enjoy some of our favourites:

Fortune favours the brave

Luck = when preparation and opportunity meet

A MISTAKE MADE MORE THAN TWICE, IS A DECISION.

Honesty is the best policy

If you're never scared, or embarrassed, or hurt, it means you never take any chances.

You are what you think you are! 

What do you think you are? ~ Oprah

There are also some clippings that have meaning for us, a romantic card, a medal of friendship from a birthday party, a couple of photos, including one of Captain Jack Sparrow.  If you happen to not be familiar with him here is a closer look:

(YAHOO!!! Now I have Robert Downey Jr. AND Johnny Depp on my blog!!!)

 We must not weep for what might have been... for there is still time. ~ Edward Matchett

And one of my personal favourites and possibly the most true:

Treat every problem like a dog would: 

PISS ON IT AND WALK AWAY

 Yes, the quote board will be taped back on the wall... at 4 a.m. tomorrow.  :-)