Paget's Disease of the Breast Update #2

I hope my little posts are giving some of you hope out there. Here's my latest update. It's been about a year and a half since my surgery for Paget's Disease of the Nipple. I've recuperated completely. I go in every 6 months for mammograms, blood tests, and a visit with the oncologist. I've graduated. My next visit is with the nurse practitioner. No problems so far.

I did just have a breast reduction done on my right breast so my breasts would be symmetrical. I debated about doing it, but finally decided to. I knew it would bother me  that one breast was much larger than the other for the rest of my life. It made it hard to get a bra to fit well, and I was always self-conscious about it showing when I was dressed. So, my insurance covered the surgery and I did it. 2 weeks ago. There was very little discomfort and I only took pain pills for 3 days, then stopped so I could drive. I'm still supposed to take it easy, but I'm back to all social activities. The plastic surgeon is even more careful than the original surgeon was. She doesn't want her great surgery messed up, so I'll do as she says. I'm VERY glad I did it. I walked out in a tank top this morning and my husband said, "Wow. They really did a good job". That's good enough for me.

So ladies, vanity is fine. It's hard to go through a cancer diagnosis and anything you need to do to feel better about yourself is worth it as long as it isn't going to further damage your health in any way.

PAGET'S DISEASE OF THE BREAST UPDATE

I was just talking with my husband tonight about a new diagnosis of his, and I recommended he look for blog posts. Then I realized I haven't posted since my diagnosis more than a year ago! Shame on me. So, here's the update and it couldn't be better.

I had surgery, basically a lumpectomy with removal of the nipple. Once it had completely healed (and it healed really fast) I went for 27 radiation treatments. No chemotherapy needed. The radiation treatments were relative easy and were prescribed as preventative measures only. I was tired, and in fact, it was probably 6 months before I got all my energy back. My skin got slightly burned during the final treatments, but that went away quickly. Overall, it was really easy. I still have to go for mammograms every 6 months and I see my oncologist every 6 months. This will go on for 5 years. I don't think it is necessary, but I will do it anyway. Better to be on the safe side.

Today they called me from surgery scheduling to schedule a breast reduction for the other side. Medicare mandates that when you have breast cancer surgery, you are also covered for plastic surgery to "even things up". I've thought about not doing it, but I'm only 68 and I don't want to live the rest of my life having to deal with clothing problems. I'm uneven, so that limits my choices in what I buy to wear, and I don't like having to "stuff" one side of my bra. Swimsuits are another issue, and I live in California. We swim here! So, I will go confidently into surgery in September to get things fixed. Hopefully I'll remember to update.

Funny, but when I first got my diagnosis it seemed earth shattering. Now it's just something I'd like to forget about and move on. I hope that will be the way it is with you, too.

PAGET'S DISEASE OF THE BREAST

PAGET’S DISEASE OF THE NIPPLE: is a rare form of cancer and found in less than 5% of breast cancers. 90-97% of cases of Paget’s also have underlying cancer in the breast. Paget's disease causes the skin on and around the nipple to become red, sore, and flaky, or scaly. At first, these symptoms tend to come and go. Over time, symptoms of Paget's disease usually worsen and may include:

• itching, tingling, and/or a burning sensation
• pain and sensitivity
• scaling and thickening of the skin
• flattening of the nipple
• yellowish or bloody discharge from the nipple

Because Paget's disease of the nipple is rare, doctors often mistake it for eczema (severe skin rash and inflammation), an infection or injury, or some other skin condition. For many people, it can take several months to get a correct diagnosis. If you have any of the above symptoms and they persist in spite of treatment, get them checked out by a breast specialist. In most cases, Paget's disease affects one breast, not both.

KATHY’S STORY: In August 2014 I first notice a scaly spot on my left nipple. I scratched at it with my fingernail and when I took my bra off that night there were spots of blood on my bra. From then on I watched the spot closely. It didn’t change. In September 2014 I had a mammogram which was completely negative. I continued watching the spot and trying various creams on it. It would sort of come and go, but never went completely away. I tried hydrocortisone cream but it didn’t help. I’d read about Paget’s Disease some time in my nursing career and began researching it. Something told me that’s what it was. In December I had an ear infection and went to my primary care doctor. She is very proactive and I’ve heard through the grapevine that she’s had breast cancer. I showed her the spot and she was concerned. She had me make an appointment with the dermatologist. I was going on a trip to Asia so I made an appointment to see the dermatologist right when I got back. By that visit, the nipple was now changing. It was a bit larger, red, and had a tiny crevice in the middle that had a bit of fluid in it. The dermatologist thought I might have an infection so prescribed an antibiotic ointment. After three weeks with no improvement I emailed her and said I thought a biopsy was in order. She agreed. In early March 2015 I went in and had a biopsy done. A week later I received a call from general surgery saying it came back positive for Paget’s cells. An appointment was made with the surgeon. Because the disease is so rare and there haven’t been many studies done, it took a while to decide the best course of action. I had a special MRI done with dye injected and didn’t get the results for over a week. The MRI was negative for cancer inside the breast. The only spot that “lit up” was the nipple. At first the surgeon thought the best course of action would be a mastectomy. I didn’t want that because of the reconstruction surgeries I would need to do afterwards, but was willing to do whatever it took to be cured. The day of surgery, he came in and told me he’d been reading more literature and the most recent studies showed breast conserving surgery was just as effective as mastectomy, so that’s what I had done. No cancer was found anywhere else in the breast or lymph nodes. Just the nipple. I will have radiation follow-up just to make sure all the cells are gone. I’m fairly sure I’m cured of cancer.

Please share this with all your women and men friends. Men get this, too. CHECK YOUR BREASTS THOUROUGHLY AND REGULARLY. BE PROACTIVE. INSIST ON CARE WHEN YOU FEEL SOMETHING JUST ISN’T RIGHT. YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT.

FAKE SERVICE DOGS

I bought Buddy a harness. Does that make him a service dog? Actually, I bought him a harness because he slipped out of his collar when we were walking this morning. He wanted to go visit a dog friend and I didn't want to go that direction, so he backed up and it came off. Anyway, that's not the point of this blog--Fake Service Dog Certificates is the point.

Sometime my MOUTH engage before I really think things through. You all know I'm a dog lover. I went to Costco to get the stock stuff. A 30 something couple, very healthy appearing, were inside with their small chihuahua/terrier dog. As I walked by I wondered how they'd gotten in with a dog on a leash. Shortly after that, I happened to pass by them again just as I hear the woman say, "Hurry, he has to go..." Just then the dog took a giant dump (for a small dog) on the floor. I said, "And that's why dogs aren't allowed in stores that sell food." I walked on and the young man said, "Excuse me! He's a service dog." I then said, "Oh? Did you buy it on line?" He then said, as he pulled out his wallet, "I have the certification right here." I said, "I'm not the police. I don't need to see it. I think it's tacky that your service dog took a shit in the middle of the floor in Costco." I know, I know, I should have kept my mouth shut. I shouldn't have judged them. Maybe it was a service dog? However, I don't believe for a minute that it was. It, and they, didn't behave like a well trained service dog does. Aren't they trained not to eliminate inside? I would think so.

My intuition told me they did buy a certificate online. I googled Service Dog Certificates and numerous money making sites popped up. All I had to do was send a picture of Buddy with my information and money, and I, too could have a service dog. While I was shopping, Buddy was happily at home sleeping in the air conditioned house. I don't think he even cared about going to Costco. I've seen other people sneak their dogs into stores and I never said a thing. They usually took precautions like wrapping the dog up and putting them in the basket like a baby, or, had them in a small carrier or purse. And I really don't care if you take your dog in other stores, but food stores? No! And if your dog isn't housebroken, then DON'T LET IT DOWN ON THE FLOOR!

Seriously now, is this fair to the people that are truly disabled and have well trained service dogs? I think not. Actually, it's also very dishonest and does more harm than good. BEHAVE people!

OLD DOGS AND PEOPLE

This is Buddy, my new dog. He never tires of playing fetch, as you can see. He's waiting for me to throw it again, one more time. I've had a lot of dogs in my life and now that I'm older I really like adopting an older dog. I wish more people would consider adopting these sweet old souls rather than getting a puppy. I grew up with dogs and they all started out their life with us as puppies. When I married and got my first dog, I got a puppy. She lived with us 17 years and drove me nuts most of the early years. There was a lot of digging, escaping the yard to roam the neighborhood, and I seem to remember torn up screens when she was trying to get in the house. Our next dog was a Golden Retriever and we got her as a puppy. GR's seem to remain very puppyish for much of their life and ours was no exception. During her puppy years she tore up our wicker lawn furniture, chewed all the sprinkler heads, ruined every throw pillow I had, ripped down a bamboo shade from the patio cover, and ate quite a few of my children's socks which I would find later while cleaning up dog poo from the yard. We had her for 131/2 years and when she died, I mourned for her terribly. I didn't want another dog. I didn't want that heartache again. Then, about 2 years later, I started missing having a dog around. I decided to get an adult dog, one that had already been through the puppy years. I contacted the Golden Retriever Club of Greater Los Angeles Rescue and applied for adoption. After having a home check done, we were approved and Willie came into our lives.

Willie was a 7 year old male Golden Retriever. His owners were going through a divorce, had to sell their home, and re-home their 9 dogs. For me it was love at first sight. "The Boss" and I drove down to Coto de Caza to meet Willie. The first thing the dog did was stand on his hind legs-all 90 pounds of him-and put his front paws on my shoulders. Following the "new family picture" he hopped into my car for the ride home. We had him until he was 13 1/2 years old. He came to us fully housebroken. He understood many commands and was easy to teach tricks to. He learned to shake, roll over, sit up, and high five in no time. He and I walked every morning. He loved everyone and was the official greeter when people came to visit. He was the sweetest and most loveable dog I'd ever owned and when he died of a brain tumor I was broken hearted again. I swore I was finished with dogs. No more broken hearts over a dog. Almost 2 years went by before we got the bug for a dog again. I wanted an older one again. Also a smaller dog that wouldn't be as difficult to hold onto while walking (Willie wanted to chase cats and squirrels and 90 lbs. is a lot to stop when the dog is determined. "The Boss" wanted a smart dog that would play fetch with him and was sweet. Knowing Border Collies are among the smartest dogs and are smaller than Goldens, I looked on Craigslist and up popper Whiskey/Larry/Jack/Jackson, an 8 or 9 year old Border Collie being fostered in the Palm Desert area. And, this dog loved to play fetch! I told "The Boss" it looked like we'd found our dog, and the next thing I knew, to rescuer was driving in with the dog to do a home check and let us meet him. She left him with us that day. His name is now Buddy.

Buddy is very, very smart. I know Border Collies can be a challenge when they're young, but getting one that's older means the dog has calmed down a lot. He's also very affectionate and loves everyone he meets. We've met other dogs on our walks and he's okay with them, too, but not as interested in dogs as he is in people. We've seen cats on our walks and he could care less. A Mallard duck walking down the street didn't generate much interest, either. He's only barked a total of 8 times in 2 weeks. Not much of a watch dog, but I put up beware of dog signs anyway. You never know. He might surprise me. He loves to play fetch and looks longingly at the spot where his fetch toy is kept. He would play non-stop, but I know he's got some arthritis so I make him stop when I think he's tired. He's completely housebroken. We can leave him inside for several hours at a time without a problem. He's been trained to stay off the furniture, and he doesn't beg (two things my other dogs did that were pretty annoying). I've signed him up for a basic obedience class because I can tell he's a thinking dog and needs something to do. He's already learned "sit" and "down", "out", and "No". When I feed him, he watches me and waits until I give him permission to eat before he chows down. The laundry room is also his bedroom. His bed is in there and I close him in at night with a child's gate over the door opening. He's very contented to stay in his room. He's an extremely sweet, well behaved dog and has very soft fur! I love to pet him. For those that don't know, when you pet an animal, it releases the hormone oxytocin and makes you more relaxed. It also relaxes the dog, too.

To sum up, I'd like to encourage anyone out there who's thinking about getting a dog to get an older dog. Maybe you won't have it as long, but you'll have lots and lots of quality time! Oh, and I'd like to put in a plug for the Central Coast Herding Dog Rescue organization who listed Buddy on Craigslist. I'd also like to thank Jann and Kitty for their wonderful care of him. He's a great dog.

Discounted Art4Healing Workshops for National Nurse's Week

In celebration of National Nurse's week which begins May 6, 2014, I'm offering discounted Art4Healing workshops to all my  fellow nurses in the Orange County, California area. Instead of $50.00 for a 2 hour workshop where you complete three canvases, I'm offering each workshop for $25.00. The next workshop will be held Sunday May 18 from 2-4 PM. Please call: 714-402-8535. Hurry! Space is limited to 10 participants each workshop.


Mission Art Center
1730 N. Tustin Street
Orange CA 92865
Tel:714.402.8535
Tel:714.637.9698
Email: info@missionartcenter.com

 
Each two hours workshop presented by me,  teaches you how to express feelings with colors using the Laurie Zagon Art For Healing method. Participants will process their feelings abstractly on canvas while learning about colors, composition, and other elements of art.

At the end of each session, participants will have 2-3 completed canvases to take home with them. All supplies are provided. No prior art experience is required. In fact, many times some of the best paintings are done by people who have never painted prior to the workshop. It isn't about talent; it's about the process and what you learn about yourself while doing the painting.

Come join a group and see for yourself just how creative you can be!

Art For Healing in North Orange County

First a weight loss/giving up wine update. Yes! The weight is slowly melting off! Today I tried on a dress I bought about six months ago that didn't fit me when it arrived. It fits now! I have a new dress for the wedding I'm going to next weekend. Yay.

Okay, the real purpose of this post is to promote Art4Healing in North Orange County. Come try it out! It's relaxing, meditative, and fun. You don't have to be an artist. I'm doing classes on Sunday afternoons from 2-4 and I plan on adding classes on either Thursday afternoons or Thursday evenings, depending on interest.

Here's the information: Call Shany at Mission Art Center to sign up.


For Registration Call 714-402-8535

These two hour Workshops teach you how to express feeling with colors using the Art For Healing (r) method created by Laurie Zagon. Participants will process their feelings abstractly on canvas while learning about colors, composition, and other elements of art.

At the end of each session, participants will have 2-3 completed canvases to take home with them. All supplies are provided by the instructor for a nominal fee. No prior art experience is required. In fact, many times some of the best paintings are done by people who have never painted prior to the workshop. It isn't about talent; it's about the process and what you learn about yourself while doing the painting.

Come join a group and see for yourself just how creative you can be!

$50.00 per session. (CURRENTLY ON GROUPON FOR $25.00 FOR ONE PERSON OR $49.00 FOR TWO--GRAB IT WHILE YOU CAN)

Most Sunday afternoons from 2-4 PM Call for dates

Mission Art Center
1730 N. Tustin Street
Orange CA 92865
Tel:714.402.8535
Tel:714.637.9698
Email: info@missionartcenter.com

ABOUT ME:
 

Art For Healing in North Orange County Healing Workshops

Kathy Pratt RN, BSN, PHN Art4Healing®Certified Facilitator

Kathy has worked as a nurse for many years. She's found that a wonderful way to reduce stress is through art and creativity. A few years ago she began taking art classes at the Mission Art Center concentrating on painting with oils. A friend introduced her to Art4Healing, a method of supporting emotional healing through art and creative expression using color. She attended a workshop, joined the women's guild, and was hooked.

The next step was taking the Art4Healing® Facilitator Certification program so she can now give back and share the experience with others. Now she is able to offer workshops at the Mission Art Center in Orange, where she is still taking art instruction as well.

GIVING UP WINE = WEIGHT LOSS AND LOWER BLOOD SUGAR!

Kathy in Cartagena, Colombia

Here I am on the wall of the Spanish fortress in Cartagena with a view of the city in the background. And what a beautiful city it is! We had a fantastic time there following our trip to Panama and the Panama Canal.

I've been off all alcohol for 49 days now and it's resulted in my losing 5 pounds so far. Even better, I ate pretty much what I wanted to eat on vacation as well. I came home and went to the laboratory to have blood work drawn. All my blood tests came back great! My blood sugar was only 71! A little on the low side. Guess I'm not going to have to worry about diabetes, or anything else right now. Still, it isn't enough weight loss to keep my joints from hurting so I'm still plugging along. So far so good.

I'M GIVING UP WINE!

Well, so far the new weight loss plan hasn't worked very well. And, I really do need to lose weight. My right hip is grinding and my right knee hurts all the time. I don't want a joint replacement. I don't want to even think about any surgery (unless it's something on the plastic touch-up side, then I might consider it). I've done everything else I can think of. I eat lean meats fruit and vegetables, and I've cut down all my portions. Rex and I split meals when we go out to dinner. Still, I stay at the same weight all the time. My dietary consultant, Jane, told me two years ago that I can't drink wine and lose weight. I didn't believe her, though I think I knew deep down inside that she was right. Now I believe her, so here goes. I'm giving it up in hopes that my joint pains will improve. Wish me luck.

UH-OH. 'TIS THE SEASON TO GAIN WEIGHT!

Here we are again. Thanksgiving week. After we stuff ourselves with turkey and all the trimmings it's on to The Season to be Jolly with all the goodies that go along with that. This is the year I'm finally going to knuckle down and do something about my overinflated body before I need to have all my joints replaced.

I just bought Tory Johnson's book, THE SHIFT and started reading it. It isn't "just another diet book". It's about changing your mindset so you can actually get on with the process of getting healthy. Today I'm focusing on one of the first quotes that jumped out at me, "I'M NOT FAT BY CHANCE. THIS IS A CHOICE. AND IT'S A CHOICE I NO LONGER WISH TO MAKE." I've spent a good amount of time thinking about this one. I really have made major changes over the years in the kinds of food I eat and the choices I make. I've been on every diet plan ever invented. I know the calorie count in everything. I know what works and doesn't work. I've learned I don't do well eating any gluten products so I've cut them out of my diet (well, almost totally-perhaps there's a tiny cheat here and there). Dairy products make me wheeze so I've cut them out as well (okay, except for cheese now and then-I really need a bit of cheese on things-oh, and yogurt-but that's good dairy). I love sugar but I no longer eat candy. Sugar is the worst! (except for the one piece I might grab out of the basket at work, or the one I buy in the checkout stand at Michaels-I deserve a little treat every now and then, don't I?"

And then there's the exercise portion of the whole thing. Today I can't go for a walk because my knee really hurts. My fibromyalgia has been flaring up and my whole body hurts. I can't do the you tube yoga video because I don't have time to write my blog post AND do the video.

I guess you get by now where I'm going with this. I just haven't made THE SHIFT. It starts today. No, this isn't a diet. It's THE SHIFT. For me, THE SHIFT means I'm going to shift to being totally honest with myself about every morsel of food I put in my mouth. No, Kathy, a broken piece of a cookie doesn't mean the calories have escaped. And no, Kathy, YOU DON'T DESERVE IT BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN SO GOOD! It's time to be good to myself in other ways.

ULCERATIVE COLITIS: TOTAL PROCTOCOLECTOMY WITH ILEOANAL J-POUCH

I'm getting ready to go for my annual flexible sigmoidoscopy for follow-up and it dawned on me that I haven't written about my ulcerative colitis and ultimate surgery for a long time. Most likely that's because I don't think about it much anymore, but perhaps printing my story again will give someone else out there hope.

I started having symptoms of ulcerative colitis in my 20's. I'm 65 now. I would have bouts of cramping and diarrhea and since my grandmother had had ulcerative colitis, it was always in the back of my mind. It wasn't until I began having continual diarrhea and ultimately had bleeding that I was diagnosed with a colonoscopy. That was 20+ years ago. I went through several terribly difficult years while being treated with various medications. When the last medication, 6-mercaptopurine, caused pancreatitis my GI doctor suggested surgery. The surgeon I consulted concurred, and I was scheduled for the above procedure. I arrived for my pre-op only to be told that my surgery had to be cancelled since the surgeon had gone out on an emergency medical leave. He was the only one in Orange County Kaiser Permanente that could do the surgery at that time. It was 1996. I broke down then and there. I was at the end of the line. I had to make 20-30 bathroom trips a day and I was still trying to work the whole while. My husband then intervened and began calling Kaiser. They suggested that I go to San Diego Kaiser to a new surgeon there, Dr. Lynne Weston. We made the appointment and drove to San Diego. She'd memorized my entire medical history and when I got there she told me things I'd forgotten had happened over the years. I had the utmost in confidence in her even though she was a very new surgeon, and I agreed to have her do the surgery. She has since left Kaiser but is still in the San Diego area.

August 14, 1996, my wedding anniversary, I went in for surgery. I won't tell you it was easy. It wasn't. It was a long, painful recovery, but worth every bit of pain because I got my life back. Since then I've become healthier than ever, I work, I'm busy all the time, and we are able to travel the world again. Having surgery was the best decision I ever made. This may be TMI for some, but I still have bowel movements 6-12 times a day based on the foods I eat. Artificial sweeteners, gluten, wine, and a few other foods cause me to have to go more often. BUT I have complete control, so to me this is no big deal.

So, now I'm off to see Dr. Kathy Akashi at Kaiser in Anaheim for my sig. Once you've had the diagnosis of ulcerative colitis, your chances of developing cancer go up every year, so you must be checked often. There's still a tiny bit of colon tissue in there, and usually there are a few little inflamed areas that have to be biopsied, but so far so good.

Art For Healing

             

EXPRESSING FEELINGS WITH COLOR

This two hour workshop teaches you how to express feelings with color using the Art4Healing® method developed by Art and Creativity for Healing, Inc. Founder Laurie Zagon. Participants will process their feelings abstractly on canvas while learning about color, composition, and other elements of art. You will complete 3 canvases in the workshop.

Workshops will be held on:

Sundays from 2:00-4:00 PM

October13

October20

October 27

Introductory offer: $30.00 (usual price for class $50.00)

LIMITED TO 10 PARTICIPANTS

For Registration Call 714-402-8535

Mission Art Center
1730 N. Tustin Street
Orange CA 92865

www.missionartcenter.com

There is a theory that emotional, physical and mental changes seem to occur in our lives in approximate seven-year intervals. I’ve found this to be true in my life. The past seven years have been a time of change and many losses. Because of that, I felt a huge void in my life. I searched for a way to fill that void through various means. I tried several different volunteer opportunities that turned out to not fit me well. I studied Reiki energy healing, which was also not a good fit.  Finally, I decided to take a painting class for relaxation and stress management. It worked well for me but wasn’t quite enough. A friend and I were talking one evening during a social event and discovered that we were taking art classes at the same studio. From then on we frequently talked about our common interest in art as being therapeutic. She discovered Art4Healing first. She would bring it up every time we got together, so finally I decided to take a workshop. I enjoyed the whole process and loved the paintings so much I framed them and hung them in my home. I thought about taking the facilitator training but was concerned that it would turn out to be as disappointing as some of the other activities I’d tried, so I joined the women’s guild instead. After spending seven months being involved with the group, I knew Art4Healing was the place for me. The 7-day intensive workshop turned out best for me and my schedule, so I signed up for the August session.

            I didn’t have great expectations for the course. I thought I’d just be learning the mechanics of how to facilitate workshops. However, my week-long experience was very different from what I expected. The women I was in the class with were vibrant, intelligent, and highly energetic. They’d traveled from all over the United States and Canada, each with the same goal in mind: to help others through art. This really made the atmosphere one of great creativity.

            As the days went by and we tried more and more exercises, I found my energy level growing. I also found that I was thinking about my past and present life much more deeply. I’d thought I’d worked through all my past issues and was surprised when they popped back up to the surface. For me, it wasn’t an uncomfortable experience because I truly have found peace with where my life is now. At the same time it taught me that even though I’d worked through them, the issues are still with me and are what has made me the person I am today. The course has shown me just how helpful art can be in assisting people to express themselves in a non-threatening manner, using color instead of words.

            In addition, I’ve become more conscious of my dreams this past week. I usually have quite vivid dreams, but this week I’ve remembered them when I awaken. They’ve been pretty crazy at times, and definitely colorful. I’m looking at my surroundings with fresh eyes, too. I’m seeing beauty in places I hadn’t noticed before and am looking more closely at everything. 

I HOPE YOU COME TO ONE OF MY WORKSHOPS SO YOU CAN HAVE A SIMILAR EXPERIENCE!                                                               KATHY

 

TEENAGE BOOMERS

     Rex and I have a wonderful group of friends. I just printed out the invitations for our annual Pratt Campout. I came up with the idea 9 years ago when I realized we missed our annual campouts with that group of friends. We started when our children were all small and we would campout at one of the beaches for several days. We all had a wonderful time but as the kids grew up and left home, it fizzled out. One year we rented a house in Newport Beach with two of the couples. The other three couples weren’t able to make it for the whole time. I then decided that since Rex and I have a house big enough for everyone to campout in, and we have a pool, big yard and a patio, we all could camp here. It’s been a great success and in a few short weeks we’re going to do it again. We sit around and eat, drink, laugh, tell tales of the old days, look at photos, and get in and out of the pool. We stay up as late as we like and sleep as late as we want to in the morning. Sunday morning is great as we all sit around the table reading the paper, drinking coffee, then gorging ourselves on a giant breakfast.

     This also got me to thinking about all the other things we do with our friends now that we’re older. We spend three to four days a week either going to dinner, taking dance lessons, going to movies and plays, and anything else we can think of. In the last few weeks, we’ve gone on a gondola ride through Naples in Long Beach, taken a dance lesson, gone to the Art-A-Fair in Laguna Beach, and visited many restaurants. We call each other on the spur of the moment. “Do you want to meet for dinner?” “I’ve got tickets to a play, do you want to go?”

     Rex and I were talking on the way home from an evening with our friends last night and I said, “You know, I just realized that the way our life is now is like we’re teenagers again. Our responsibilities are few, and we spend most of our time playing. The best part is, now we have money to play with!”

     I’m really enjoying this time of life.