This says it all...

This article by FROMA HARROP published in the Houston Cronicle yesterday sums up all that I have been thinking about this VETO.

The math and moral cases for Bush veto don't add up

Maybe this is the issue that will spur me on to blog more. :o)

What's wrong with me?

A week ago today I was at my GYN's office. The night before I had spent in the emergency room because of severe pain on my right side. I equated it as a cyst bursting (which I've had before) but given the fact that my period was over a week late my dr wanted me in the ER to be checked for ectopic pregnancy. Long story short, it was not an ectopic. Thank goodness.

I had to follow up in the office the next day. So, I go and see Dr. M who is very nice. He is older and no longer delivers babies. I normally see Dr. K, but he was off delivering babies that day so they had me see Dr. M. Dr. M does an ultra sound and determines that there is nothing on my right ovary but there is a small cyst on my left consistant with late ovulation. He also is concerned that I am late and that I have had several months (probably more like a year) of very erratic cycles. He is concerned about hyperplasia. He says he wants to do a biopsy right then and there. Ok..might as well..I'm here. Oh boy, didn't know what I was getting myself into. Painful and not fun. But I survived.

He had me make an appointment for today to discuss the results. So, I go home and read up on hyperplasia and of course make myself nuts for the next week. I think I actually drove myself into a slight state of depression. I kept thinking...this can't be happening...that God just wouldn't be that cruel.

So today me and my husband P (who I made come with me b/c the last time I went to one of these "meetings" I was by myself and found out I had Parkinson's) head to the Dr at 4:15. I am a nervous wreck. He meets with us right away.

10 minutes later we are leaving the office. Apparently, there is NOTHING wrong with me. Which I am grateful for...but kind of pissed. Why'd he make me come in then? and basically, they have no idea why my cycles are all messed up except for perhaps perimenopause. And because of my medical history there is basically nothing they can do...so I just need to DEAL... (meaning I am not a canidate for any sort of hormone therapy.... Factor V Leiden, High BP, over 35, over weight...)

CRAP... I am just a bundle of emotions today.

More on the VETO

Ok. I've simmered down enough now so I can comment about this.

I do not know if stem cell research will find a cure for Parkinson's or any of the other diseases it holds promise for.

What I do know is that because of one man's religious beliefs the possibility of that research being done is being held hostage.

H.R. 810 was a bill that would allow couples who have frozen embryos the option of donating them to science instead of having them destroyed. It would not force them to do it, but simply give them another choice!

Mr. Bush decided to use his first veto to put a stop to this choice. Why did he do this? Because he says it is morally wrong.

So, because of this man's morals I have to wait on the possibility of research being done to find a cure for this dreaded disease that takes a little bit more of me everyday.

I have never in my life been so angered and so hurt by something. How dare he! The man is so arrogant. Surrounding himself with "snowflake" kids while making his statement. (kids born from adopted frozen embryos) The irony is that this bill would not have prevented any of these children from being born. I have no problem with people donating their embryos to be adopted. If that is what they choose to do. It's all about having the free will to make a choice! He is taking one of the choices away. That is just wrong.

Ugh...I am still so fired up about this. I don't even know how to convey what I am feeling. It just makes me so mad.

These frozen embryos will just be destroyed if they are not adopted. What good does it do to just throw them away when they could be used to possibly find a cure to millions suffering with Parkinson's, diabetes, Alzheimer's...to name a few. Yes, it is possible that a cure will not be found....but we won't know that unless the research is done.

I respect that the man has certain beliefs...we all do. But, I don't push my beliefs on others. He is pushing his on the entire country. 72% of American's disagree with our president. SEVENTY TWO PERCENT!!!! What doesn't he get??

I can only hope that this Veto blows up in his face come this November and next!

Veto

"This bill would support the taking of innocent human life in the hope of finding medical benefits for others," Bush said Wednesday afternoon. "It crosses a moral boundary that our decent society needs to respect. So I vetoed it."


I am so mad I can't even formulate words.

My husband

I know I've ranted about my DH here before. And I've also sung his praises.

P is not a hopeless romantic like I am...but I knew that when I married him. Sometime though, he has moments of brilliance that just make me feel like the luckiest woman on the planet.

Today at work I get an email from him that says simply:

read this its very true.
Love,
Me

It includes the following link:
Click Here

After 11 years of marriage, he still manages to surprise me and give me that "first kiss" feeling. :o)

I suck at this...

Ok, I am just really bad at blogging.

Half my issue is that I can never remember anything. Blame that on the Parkinson's. I think of things I could write about during the day but then when I get to the computer...it's gone.

I am reading all these amazing blogs and I wish I could be so literate.

UGH...I have nothing...

Raving Lunatic!

I am in a foul mood today.

I think it's hormonal.

My cycle is so messed up.

CD29 but I think I didn't ovulate until CD21 which would only put me at 8 DPO..so another week b4 the witch shows up.

I think i have a massive cyst. It's killing me. On my left side. Debating if I should call the Dr. Usually they just resolve themselves (I've had them for years) but this one has been giving me grief since Monday. I did an HPT yesterday just to make sure it wasn't an ectopic. It was negative. Which didn't surprise me. I expected it.

I am just so tired. Of everything.

I'm sure I'll be fine in a few days. But, today, I am in a FOUL mood.

Independance Day

it's been a busy couple of weeks with the end of school and the start of camp.

We had a big BBQ on Sunday with all our family and friends (28 people). Luckily the weather cooperated and the thunderstorms they had predicted stayed away. It was a good time. P & I have gotten the Summer BBQ down to a science now and we actually both had the opportunity to enjoy ourselves and spend some time on our in ground pool.

I've been doing a lot of thinking the past two days. Mostly about two things. First, how 17 years ago today I lost my virginity...and how July 7th is the 1 year anniversary of my due date from the ectopic pregnancy. Hard to think about how we could be celebrating the 1st birthday of our 2nd child. I am actually void of any extreme emotion about it. Rather, just an acknowledgment of what "might have been". I got my fill of babies this weekend, in a good way. Several of our friends have little ones here at our BBQ. Ranging from 4 months to 2 years. It was nice actually to be around them. Oddly.....

I keep thinking that maybe someday we'll have another. Although I know in reality it won't happen. I'm just not ready to completely let go of that hope.

On a totally different subject....

I had the oddest dream last night. It involved going out to dinner with Tom Hanks and his wife (who I can't even remember his name) and we had terrible service from this waitress that kept telling us we had to pay first. It was a pretty upscale restaurant and I got in a huge argument with her at the bar While at the bar my aunt and uncle and cousins (who are all in Hawaii visiting my cousin who is there because her husband is in the military and is currently stationed there) came in to have dinner and I was trying to explain to them how the service was terrible and that they should leave. Tom Hanks then comes out to me and tells me we need to leave or we'll miss the Garth Brooks concert. Next thing I know I am sitting in the front row at a Garth Brooks concert and Tom Hanks is on stage with him singing.....At this point I am awakened by my son knocking on my bedroom door. He comes in and is holding a paper towel wrapped around his hand. Through my squinted nearsighted eyes I see red ozing....I jump up. Apparently he decided he wanted a bagel for breakfast and while cutting it in half he slipped and cut his hand instead. All turned out ok though. It was only a small cut and not too deep. Just lots of blood.

Anyway, usually i don't remember my dreams but this was a really odd one. Not sure what it means. Maybe it just means I need more sleep. I didn't inadvertently take my nighttime pills this morning, instead of my morning pills. Which isn't overly terrible except for the blood pressure pill... Just means I'll be a little light headed today.

it is incredibly hot & humid today. Suppose to get severe storms later this afternoon. We're going to try and go to see some fireworks up on the north shore. Should be fun. There will be a concert and food. We contemplated going into Boston but the fireworks aren't until 10:30 and we both have to work tomorrow. Plus, I don't know if I could hack that much walking in this weather. The humidity really seems to get to me.

So, that's it. Happy Birthday America!