A recently received photo of the cutest nephew on Earth after his dear parents had some fun with him....
18 July 2007
parents gone crazy
A recently received photo of the cutest nephew on Earth after his dear parents had some fun with him....
17 July 2007
litter of fibroids
Well, yes, I have seen a doctor, and yes, we have discussed all the possibilities, and risks, and procedures, etc......
1. We can leave them like that and try to get pregnant ASAP. Doc says that it might be OK but it might also not be that OK. You know how doctors are... they really never know. I just have to try to get pregnant soon because the fibroids will continue growing and a baby inside an uterus that it is already big it might be complicated. So, that's what really upsets me: that I cannot wait for a year before trying to get pregnant because the f&(*&^ fibroids might continue to grow... The doctor say that beginning a pregnancy with a 16 weeks size pregnancy might be complictated. So that's one.
2. A miomectomy: open me, put uterus on my chest, take alll fibroids out and put it back inside. Major surgery, risk of hemorrage, and then waiting another year to get pregnant and fibroids might come back. Or they might not. Again, we never know.
3. Embolization- cut main arteries that feed fibroids. Pregnancy after that? There is very little research out there about this but it can or it cannot happen. Again, we cannot just know...
4. There was a fourth one. I forgot the name. It is still too new, they don't know a lot about it, and insurance companies are still not paying for it.
I just wish my uterus was fine -- I feel like I am running a race against time. I will be 38 when I get married in September. I am not that young anymore. And you hear all the stories about fibroids and pregnancies, and infertility, and age, and genetic defects, etc., etc., etc. A lot of my friends who have gotten married in their lates 30s or early 40s have had a hard time conceiving. So many people that I know are trying unsuccesfully to get pregnant as I speak. I am nervous.
I know there are also all the other stories about people in their early 40's or even 50's having babies. But sometimes I don't think I will be that lucky. And the freaking fibroids in my uterus kind of confirm this idea of "You see, you won't be able to have a baby. You were right all this time".
David and I have talked and thought a lot about it and I think that I will be fine. Regardless of the final outcome, I think I will be fine. Everything will be just fine.
1. We can leave them like that and try to get pregnant ASAP. Doc says that it might be OK but it might also not be that OK. You know how doctors are... they really never know. I just have to try to get pregnant soon because the fibroids will continue growing and a baby inside an uterus that it is already big it might be complicated. So, that's what really upsets me: that I cannot wait for a year before trying to get pregnant because the f&(*&^ fibroids might continue to grow... The doctor say that beginning a pregnancy with a 16 weeks size pregnancy might be complictated. So that's one.
2. A miomectomy: open me, put uterus on my chest, take alll fibroids out and put it back inside. Major surgery, risk of hemorrage, and then waiting another year to get pregnant and fibroids might come back. Or they might not. Again, we never know.
3. Embolization- cut main arteries that feed fibroids. Pregnancy after that? There is very little research out there about this but it can or it cannot happen. Again, we cannot just know...
4. There was a fourth one. I forgot the name. It is still too new, they don't know a lot about it, and insurance companies are still not paying for it.
I just wish my uterus was fine -- I feel like I am running a race against time. I will be 38 when I get married in September. I am not that young anymore. And you hear all the stories about fibroids and pregnancies, and infertility, and age, and genetic defects, etc., etc., etc. A lot of my friends who have gotten married in their lates 30s or early 40s have had a hard time conceiving. So many people that I know are trying unsuccesfully to get pregnant as I speak. I am nervous.
I know there are also all the other stories about people in their early 40's or even 50's having babies. But sometimes I don't think I will be that lucky. And the freaking fibroids in my uterus kind of confirm this idea of "You see, you won't be able to have a baby. You were right all this time".
David and I have talked and thought a lot about it and I think that I will be fine. Regardless of the final outcome, I think I will be fine. Everything will be just fine.
13 July 2007
3 months pregnant
My uterus is the size of a 3-month pregnancy. But there is no baby. I have uterine fibroids and I am hating them with all my strength today. That's why pants and jeans are not zipping up! That's why my little belly is still my belly even though I have been going to the gym at least 3 times a week and dieting for the last 2 months! I have the belly of a three month pregnant woman!! However, I really don't care. I am not that vain. I knew I had fibroids. I have known for a while but I wasn't expecting for them to grow so much in a year. And I am also upset because I WANT TO HAVE A BABY and I am afraid that those fibroids might make it difficut for me to get pregnant or carry a pregnancy... I really want to have a baby.
12 July 2007
Humberto Galindo
My grandfather passed away on June 30th at 3:25 pm. I flew home next morning to spend some days with my family. My mother, as you can imagine, was pretty sad. And my grandmother-- well, what can I say. They had been married 63 years. I am sure she had many reasons to be sad.
However, we have to say that we were very lucky. He lived 90 very, very good years. He loved to smoke and drink his Cuba Libres while reading his newspaper every single day. He stopped doing that last May when he got worse. He had 8 children, 18 grandchildren, and 11 great grandchildren. He joked around all the time and made everyone laugh. He loved to throw parties and I have been told that he would lock the doors so people could stay longer during his parties and enjoy life with him. And he never spent a night in a hospital in his life. He died at home, in peace, surrounded by his family. Really, really -- what else can we ask for? He had a great life and we were very lucky to have him in our lives.
However, we have to say that we were very lucky. He lived 90 very, very good years. He loved to smoke and drink his Cuba Libres while reading his newspaper every single day. He stopped doing that last May when he got worse. He had 8 children, 18 grandchildren, and 11 great grandchildren. He joked around all the time and made everyone laugh. He loved to throw parties and I have been told that he would lock the doors so people could stay longer during his parties and enjoy life with him. And he never spent a night in a hospital in his life. He died at home, in peace, surrounded by his family. Really, really -- what else can we ask for? He had a great life and we were very lucky to have him in our lives.
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