Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Have you seen this man?

M I S S I N G



Have you seen this man?

HEIGHT: 6'3"
HAIR: Dirty Dishwater Blonde
EYES: Blue, both

Sometimes shaggy...



Sometimes sweaty...



He may be in disguise.



Last seen on November 5th in San Francisco, CA.



We have received tips that he has been abducted by a raven hair beauty known to chain her victims to a desk and force them to study for the GMAT.

We also have reason to believe that he may be suffering from amnesia, for he seems to have no recognition of the season or his family.

If presented with this individual, please call our missing persons hot-line immediately. Whatever you do, do not try to approach this individual alone. He is known to panic when under pressure.



Alert authorities. And please post sightings below. We just want him home for the holidays!!

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Aiden - 4 Days Old

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Theodore Aiden Wiese



Thursday, November 16 @ 4:30 AM
19.5 inches long
7 pounds 9 ounces


Dear Aiden,

Welcome to the world. And welcome to the family. What a wonderful pre-Christmas gift you are to the Wiese Family Clan. I hope that you know the love that is waiting for you when you become old enough to embrace it. Your Aunties and Uncles have been waiting for you for a long time.

Grandpa hopes you are quiet, like him. Grandma hopes you like charades and learn to talk soon. Uncle Erik can't wait to talk politics. Aunt B is dying to take you shopping. Uncle George promises to teach you to fish. Aunt Katryn has already planned your first hike. Auntie Maiken is the only Wiese you will ever want to sing you a lullaby. Aunt Kirsten can make the plants come to life. And me, I can't wait to hold your tiny little fingers and kiss your tiny little toes, make funny faces and rock you back and forth until you fall asleep in the nook of my arm.

How blessed and grateful we are to have a new little Wiese among us.

My love-

Auntie Ing

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Prague and Beyond

I never told you about Prague. We arrived before the group meeting and explored the main square and Charles Bridge. The city is old, well preserved quite exquisite. Buildings from every era and untouched by WW11. Our group is older than the people on our Rick Steves tour last year. There are a lot of single women and couples. There is one single man and 8 married couples. After orientation, we were given a brief tour of the old town and then to dinner under the bridge.

The food is hearty and bountiful. The following day, we had a tour leader take us through the Jewish sector and on to the castle. Around 1939-40, the Nazis found out about the well preserved history and documents of the Jews. Hitler helped to finance some of the preservation because he felt this would be an account of an annihilated race. So this area remained untouched and there are historical records of the Polish Jews from centuries back. They remain there today. Before WW11,one third of Poland was Jewish . There now are only a few thousand left.

Some valiant woman, tried to work with the children in the concentration camps. Originally, early in the war, mass genocide wasn't practiced. They were put in these camps and died from diseases, starvation and shootings or cruelty, etc. There were drawings that the children made. I think that in spite of the horror of the camps and terrible atrocities, the thing that was most poignant to me was a picture of the Seder celebration that a child drew with 12 people at the table. The table was set with candles and tablecloths and bountiful food and 12 family and friends seated.. The 2nd picture done later by the same child showed the table bare and the 12 chairs empty. That one got to me.

That afternoon, we toured the castle. The grounds also house the offices of the Prime Minister. There was a lot of commotion and police vehicles arriving in front of the PM's office. It seems we were in time to watch the PM greet the King of Cambodia. Some of our group ran into the King again later that night. This was the night of the Thailand uprising.CNN was also reporting on riots in Budapest which we were to visit later in the week.

Mike and I also attended a black light theatre while we were in Prague. Using special effects and pantomime, the scenes were quite dramatic. My new medicine is causing me to have hot flashes...again! We had to leave when halfway through the show, I was perspiring profusely. It gets even better when we are dining and I take off my jacket, then my sweater and finally my top. I always have a tank top underneath but I am getting good at stripping...discretely?

We left Prague after 3 days and drove by bus to Pitlovice where we had dinner on the mountain. We had to hike to the gondola and ride to the top via Gondola. We were entertained by townspeople who danced and sang to us.

The next day, we drove to Krakow via Aushwitz, which I have already described.... in my last missive.

After 3 days in Krakow, we left for Eger. Eger is home to Hungary's most beloved castle and in in the country's wine growing region. Outside our hotel, was a minaret. It reminded me of where Rapunzel let down her golden hair. The minaret gets small as you climb it. No more than one person fits on a step. I decided to conquer my claustrophobia. With Mike's able help, we climbed to the top, got pictures and returned to earth. This was a big deal for me. The next 2 days my thigh muscles paid dearly for this.

We also visited a gulag, Communist era forced labor camp. This was where people, who were enemies of the Communist disappeared overnight and were never heard of again. They were in existence from 1949-1953, when Stalin died, After they were dismantled the surviving prisoners were let go but told that their families would be killed if they ever talked of their experiences. For years it was denied these camps ever existed.

Then we stopped at a elementary school, where we were treated to lunch, which started with a toast of schnapps.(not the children) The children were made up of village people. One third were gypsy. We were each introduced to the kids, conversed with them and given postcards so we would send them one from the US. After these experiences, we attended the wildest and most fun wine tasting party complete with Gypsy musician. Then we were off to Budapest. More later.

Love,
Susie

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Exit Ireland, Enter Poland

Some news from Mom and Dad's travels abroad:

We are still in Dingle and Mike is happy to report that there are 57 pubs in the town not 52. Today, we walked out to the lighthouse ad were rewarded with sights of Fungie, the dolphin who resides in the harbor. He was only about 10 meters from shore frolicking with some French girls swimming in the water. The walking is supurb. I love the long beaches with the packed sand, great on the feet.

Later that night we went to eat at a restaurant called "Out of the Blue" on the waterfront. It looked like a dive but was recommended by the locals. We had one of the best meals of our life. The seafood was fresh off the boats. The monkfish was accompanied by the flakiest puff pastry. Everything was divine. The restaurant only held 24 seating spaces. The couple behind us was from Bainbridge Island. The four on our left were from Gig Harbor. Two on the right were from Vashon Island. We started laughing from being in Ireland and everyone being from Washington state. We turned to the last table to ask where they were from...St Mary's County, Maryland where they not only knew and revered my Aunt Beth , the leading lady from St Mary's but worked with Muffin, My cousin. Ireland is a small town. Not only did we meet lots of locals but everyone recognized us where ever we went. My loving husband, Mike questioned this. "How do they remember me?" he asked. "Mike," I said, " Could it be that you are traveling through Europe with a woman sprouting the shortest hair do since Jane Pauley?" It's the "crucut syndrome."

We are now in Krakow, home to the late " John Paul the 2nd". Today we toured his digs and heard first hand how he helped to rid Poland of Communist Rule. He is a true saint to the Poles and Krakow is his beloved city where he trained and was bishop. 95% of this town is Catholic and because of their beloved Patron, 70% are practicing Catholics. They speak of him with awe. This city is quite lovely with a beautiful park replacing the walls once surrounding the city, beside athe Vistula River and with a square as large as St. Marco's in Venice.

Yesterday, we visited Aushwitz. I recommend this trip to everyone of age to remind them of the inhumanity that man is capable of. ...When I think of my health problems, I realize that I have always had hope and support. To think of those courageous Jewish mothers who knew what they were leading their children to ...is unthinkable. Those are the Saints of our century.

More later...especially Prague.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Sunday, Sunday

"The last few months have been pretty busy." That is what I tell most people when they ask me what is going on in the wonderful world of Jenn. What I should really say is that the last year has been crazy and the next 12 months are also going to be full of activity. It was only August of last year that I actually met Joe Wiese. Two months after meeting Joe this young Democrat was doing something that she never imagined: I took a day off of work to dress up like a Marine, to wear face paint, to shoot M-16's and grenade launchers, and to ride around in an amphibious assualt vehicle. The unfortunate evidence is below:




After dressing me up in his clothes and feeding me Meals Ready to Eat (MRE), Joe asked me to attend the Marine Corps Birthday Ball in Richmond, VA. We helped celebrate the Marine Corps 230th birthday in style and moved into the holiday season. Thanksgiving was spent with Joe's family in Manhatten. Christmas was celebrated by us numerous times. First, I took him to the company Christmas party:




We had an early Christmas celebration with my parents, Joe graduated from The Basic School (TBS) and we were headed out to Steilacoom, WA to spend time with Joe's family. Joe and I headed back to "normal life" once the holiday season was finito. I continued to work in Maryland and he worked on surviving the Infantry Officer Cou
rse (IOC). Just when life seemed to be slowing down we hit warp speed. Joe was stationed at Camp Pendleton in California and I was six weeks pregnant. Three months later I had quit my job, moved to southern California and was married. Here are some shots from our wedding day:







Joe and I continued to stay busy throughout the summer. He worked and I volunteered for the local Girl Scout Council. We found out that we were having a boy and played the name games. By the way . . . we finally settled on one but need to work on the creative spelling. Mike and Susie said that they would ask around at the pubs while they were in Ireland. It is a Gaelic name, so they should come up with great answers.

Our latest adventure was a trip up to Steilacoom to attend a brunch that Mike and Susie hosted in our honor. I wish that I had taken pictures of the house and at the actual event, but I suffer from pregnancy amnesia and I forgot to take them and I forgot to get a copy of the family shot taken after the event. I can still describe the beauty and the activities that took place on September 3rd.

The decor of the house was absolutely gorgeous. There were blue, purple, and white flowers in vases and baskets all over the first floor of the house. The garage had long tables for guests to sit and enjoy food and coffee. Music played for those who chose to eat and visit on the front porch (which overlooks the water). The food was catered by MiMi's and those gals had every surface in the kitchen covered with bountiful trays. The menu consisted of butter-nut squash ravioli, smoked salmon, fresh fruit, a spiral ham, spinach and raspberry salad, platters of cheese and crackers, a variety of quiche, banana bread, and an assortment of delicious tarts. The most sought after item was the crab salad that was made from crabs that Susie, Georg, Renee, and Father Dennis picked themselves! The food was delicious and the guests were all very kind and generous. Mike and Susie's house must have been the go to spot for the afternoon, because over 100 people stopped in to visit. The food, the decor, and the guests brought together a vibe or a spirit of communal friendship and it was such a warm and welcoming place to be. There is something to be said for good friends. And the Wiese family has an assortment of good friends. Many thanks to all who were able to make it to our brunch.

And a second thanks to all of those who have supported Susie throughout the course of her diagnosis and treatment.

Best wishes to all,

Jenn








Sunday, August 27, 2006

True Love

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Monday, June 19, 2006

My gorgeous mother...

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Latest Update...

It’s been awhile since I updated. I am doing well. My last chemo was May 8th and I got through it with no mishaps. Mike accompanied me to the last day. They had removed my port during the hospital stay and the chemo was given intravenously through my arm. In case any problems resulted, I wanted my personal physician with me.

Two days later I was privileged to attend poetry readings at the Paramount by Maya Angelou. My good friend, Judy, invited me and took two of my friends also. It was a great evening. The audience was packed and Maya was inspirational. She talked about friends being rainbows in the clouds of life. I know that is how I feel when you, all, stepped forward after I was given my diagnosis.

Radiation began June 5th. I am now through 10 treatments with 20 left to go. One third is done! The radiation is done in 3 parts. The first takes about 10 seconds and the others about 35 seconds. The set up takes the longest but I’m usually in and out in a half hour. So far side effects are minimal but I understand that the last few weeks mayl be painful.

When I finished chemo, my energy level was low and I was tired. I’m working to regain my strength. Radiation also drains me and gives me fatigue. However my faithful friend, Carolyne and husband, Mike make sure I get my 2 mile walk in daily and take turns accompanying me.

My friend, Sandy, came over a few months ago to teach me how to play a card game, Phase 10. Well that game day grew and we asked a few others to join us and last Thursday we had 7 players and two , who didn’t make it. So now I have a card group and play Phase 10, Dominoes and several other games. It does keep my mind functioning and we enjoy the company and challenges. Years ago, I tried Bridge and failed miserably. I’ve also been asked to join a Book Club so that will be fun.

I am getting braver about just wearing a baseball cap in public and forgetting the wig. Now that it is summer, my wigs and scarves are hot and my head sweats. It’s much cooler to go without anything on my head. However, the sad looks I get are unnerving . The stories of everyone’s wife , mother or friend going through chemo are also depressing. It is sort of like taking the twins to the mall in a stroller. Back then (23 years ago) , I was stopped by everyone with a twin story. Katryn refused to go as some assumed she was the mother and I was the Grandmother. I was 38 and Katryn was a very mature looking 14.When I was away last weekend in San Diego, I experimented going bald as I didn’t know anyone but family that were there. Mike rented a convertible and I tried to get my head tanned as it’s ghostly white compared to the rest of me. I didn’t let my grand kids see me bald even though my daughter-in-law, Barbara assured me that they would think it was cool.

Eyebrows are now about 1/2 inch and lashes, though sparse are still there! Yeah! Best part is that I don’t have to shave legs or worry about a mustache.

Spoke too soon! This AM( 6/17), I awoke to 1/4” of eyebrows and eyelashes with large empty spots in them. I was excited that chemo hadn’t touched them but Radiation seems to obliterate them. I know that they will grow back but it was neat to think they had survived because of my tender care. ( I put conditioner on them daily!)

Boobs or the lack of them are a different story. I now have several different sizes so I can decide with each outfit if I want to be a C cup or D cup or AAA-.. There are the waterproof bathing suit ones, the expensive heavy ones and the lightweight comfortable ones. The problem with the latter is that they keep shifting during the day and end up around my neck or under my arms, an hour after I adjust them. The heavy ones keep drooping so I’ right back where I was before my breasts were removed. I do need to wear them as my belly is quite prominent either due to treatment, steroids or age. I need to balance the “Santa Claus” effect.

Last weekend, we flew To Southern California where our son, Josef married Jennifer Hernandez. It was a small quiet affair with her family and our boys in attendance. Barb, my daughter-in-law, arrived with a beautiful bouquet for the bride and corsages for the two moms. The bride was beautiful. The groom was handsome. More than a few eyes watered. Joe and Jenn had us back to their apartment for a barbecue following the ceremony. Jenn had just driven across country from her home in Virginia. before the ceremony. Joe had furnished the apartment and did a great job. They are steps away from pool where I’m sure they will spend many hours in the San Diego climate.

I was only gone for 3 days, 2 nights but it was fun to get away. On Sunday, we visited Barb, Erik and grandchildren at their new weekend get away. It’s a lovely condo on the water in Coronado and it’s beautiful, comfortable and fun. It was a fabulous day and we took their boat out and watched our sons water ski.

We decided with two sons in San Diego, we’d spend Thanksgiving there and Mike will take us all to Hotel Coronado for Thanksgiving Dinner. It beats “Over the river and thru the woods” for me. Barb and Erik have graciously offered the condo to us for the holiday.

This weekend, we will be in Spring Lake, for my brother Mike’s wedding . All my siblings will be there and my two daughters, Ingrid and Maiken are joining us Saturday for a visit. I have been given Friday off from radiation, so I’ll have a 3 day weekend. I am not looking forward to the plane ride but am delighted about seeing everybody.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Happy Father's Day

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Rainbow Pop

I am seven and have just endured a day of yard work under the tortuous leadership of my sadistic older brother Jeb. He hit Francine with the rake and she sulked in tears under the tree refusing to continue. Kay tried to smooth it over, but Jeb threw her in the pile of leaves. Miraculously, we somehow made enough progress for Dad to pile us into the back of the suburban and drive us down the street to the gas station where we each get to pick out our favorite flavor of rainbow pop. It is a sunny spring day and Jeb, Kay, Francine and I are all allies while we sip our pop out of old fashioned glass bottles leaning against the car in the gravel driveway. Dad buys a case and we all drive home. I get to sit in the front seat. Next to Dad.


Snot

The winter means ski trips and stolen moments with Dad on the chairlift between runs down Crystal mountain. Dad has me giving him a book report on Ramon Quimby, Age 8, which is one of my favorite books, because I am also eight. It's so cold that my nose is running and I can't feel it. He looks at me, removes a leather glove, pulls a Kleenex from a pack of tissues in his pocket and puts it over my face.

"You got a runny nose kid."

When he pulls it away, I feel as if half my face has been removed.

"Well you have snot icicles hanging from your moustache."


Devo

The Schmo residence is the first on the block to get MTV and my father has seen a video of a song he wants to find. Arriving at the door to Tower Records, he disperses his seven children with the mission to locate a cassette tape by a group of five or so men with slicked back hair, one wearing an oversized white suit jacket. We scour the store before I find a record cover with five men wearing funny red hats. He takes a look at it and declares the search over. He buys all of Devo's cassettes and once in the car, we play thirty seconds of every song, fast forwarding to the next to try and find the right tune. Dad doesn't have to try very hard to make the experience fun for everyone. By the time we arrive home, we have discovered that Devo is not the right band. Dad hands all the cassettes to me and Devo becomes my favorite eighties band of all time. Next week, we are watching MTV and the video reappears. Dad jumps off the couch. We kids sit with our jaws dropped, staring as our dignified and serious Neurosurgeon father uses his right hand to karate chop across his left forearm singing along with The Talking Heads, "...this aint my beautiful wife, these aren't my beautiful kids...".


Thanksgiving

It is the awkward years. Dad and I had not spent much time together since I had turned 16. I came home, he left the room. I phoned, he handed the receiver to my mother. We just didn't have much to talk about. But I insist on staying connected to the family and at least trying, no matter how disastrously I fail. This year, I have decided to make Thanksgiving dinner and include everyone in the event. The idea of his children in his kitchen messing up the order of his spice rack is enough for Dad to offer to take us all out to the Yacht Club for turkey and gravy. But I am determined. I've planned out the menu, assigned each sibling a dish, timed out the items and began chopping and prepping at nine AM that morning. Dad has been up since 5 am and coming in and out of the kitchen to periodically throw a discerning glance over my shoulder. As the afternoon wears on, each one of my siblings reluctantly begins their contributory dish. But then they get bored and leave the kitchen. So five various projects have begun in different corners of the kitchen. Dad enters, he sees me, I haven't left the kitchen since I arrived. I'm smiling. This is me happy.

He puts on an apron. We don't speak, at first. But he begins looking over my shoulder at the recipes and next I know he is beside me. Chopping. The other siblings wander into the room, Mom begins a puzzle on the kitchen table. Dad and I are rolling dough, talking about apple consistency. Tigersmiles is popping green beans over the sink. Joe begins peeling potatoes for his contribution of mashed potatoes. Georg is reading through his recipe, one step at a time. He thought he was making stuffing, but in the end it turns out to be a frisee salad.

Dad and I are working in tandem to have everything perfectly timed. I line the wok with oil, a few red pepper flakes, some garlic and a pinch of salt. He is over my shoulder with the beans ready to drop them on my cue.

"Not yet Dad. I'm letting the oil absorb the seasoning."

"Where did you learn that?"

"In culinary school."
"Hm."

Dad cuts the onion up for Georg's stuffing/salad. He dices into identical thin slivers, his hand working the knife with expert precision.

"Where did you learn that?"

"Practicing on peoples brains."

"Nice."


Grandpa's Fritters

I am home for Christmas and there is a strange older version of my father living in my parents house. Dad moved Grandpa home a few weeks after his 100th birthday. IÂ’ve met Grandpa three times in my life, and now he is shuffling about in a wing of my parents house, designed for his comfort and ease. Dad gutted two rooms, lay wood floors, and installed bars to make the bathroom handicap accessible.

Christmas morning finds my father up at 3 am to start making my Grandfather fritters the way my Grandmother used to make them. When Grandpa joins Dad in the kitchen, I can hear them talking as Dad buzzes about with the dough, the oil and the powdered sugar.

They talk for a few hours. No one talks to Dad for a few hours. You are lucky if you get a few minutes. I peek my head around the corner to stare. Yes, it's true, my father is someone elses son. A son who just wants to make his father happy. And I get that.
Half a Euro

I've just returned from a walk across Bryant Park to grab my lunch and head back to eat at my temporary desk located in the Board Room of the New York office of my firm. I'm sharing the room with four colleagues when my cell phone rings.

A deep and barely audible voice. "Hello from Italy."

"Who is this?"

"It's your father."

And I'm sure it is some imposter, because in thirty one years of life I have never once received a phone call from my father. And now, hundreds of miles away on a Rick Steves tour of Italy, my father has decided to place an expensive long distance call to me on his cell phone. To say hello. He must have gotten the number from my mother.

"Uh, hello."

"Jane, your mother and I are having a wonderful time in your country. And I wanted to let you know that you can call the search party off. Stop looking. I have found your future husband."

Now I am sure that our planet had been invaded by aliens that have taken my fathers human form and the man speaking to me is but a pod from some other world. My father didn't call me on the phone, he didn't address me by name, he didn't think of me when on vacation in Italy, and he certainly didn't care about the state of my love life. Unless it meant he had to pay for a wedding. Which he had already told me he had no intetnion of financing after I turned 30. No, this man was definitely not my father.

"That's great. I'm so relieved. Is the food good?

"Better than when you make it."

Maybe it was my father. And in the background I hear my mother saying, "Oh stop it Joseph. Be nice."

"So you are enjoying Italy?"

"Immensely. We have met the greatest group of people. But it's the tour director that I've picked out for you. He's seven feet tall. Right?"

And I hear a group of about twelve or so people chiming in behind him.

"And I know you like 'em tall. He's right here. I'll put him on."

"Dad. Dad. I'm at work. It's not really a good time." I look anxiously at the faces of my co-workers who pretend to be lost in their e-mail but are sucking up every word that I am saying.

I get up and start to head for an empty room in the office. But before I can find one, my Dad has put someone else on the phone.

"Buongiorno. I am Alfio. Your parents are delightful."

After a short chat, my father gets back on the phone.

"Dad. What is going on?"

"Don't worry honey, If you don't like him I've got a few more that I met in Germany. I gave them your e-mail so you could follow up with them at another time. But I took their photos so I could show you what they look like when I get home. So take care, we will likely call you again from France. Especially if we meet some men on the train."

There are howls of laughter in the background and I swear I hear the clinking of glasses, wine being poured and my father smiling.

"Okay then. Bye."

"Yes. Ciao. And Alfio says he will call you later."


Happy Father's Day!! There are many more memories, and many more yet made. Looking forward to cataloguing them all. -- Your favorite

Friday, June 09, 2006

Video



This weekend Joe and Jennifer are getting married... A chance for family to come together and celebrate! I expect a video dad.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Family Update

The big family news is that Tommy and Kelly have brought a gorgeous baby into the world. Baby Amanda is Mom's new excitement and source of energy. Although she credits her card games with the ladies as another great source.

She reports that she is doing fine. Chemo is over and she is awaiting the start of radiation, which should start around the first of June.

She is tired.

The last chemo really drained her and she claims she doesn't have her strength back yet.

"By 3 PM, I'm usually in my favorite chair reading or napping. I had a CT scan of my lungs last week. There is a small 1cm shadow, which was there in Jan. The other two spots, noticed when I was hospitalized, are gone. So I am scheduled for another PET? scan next week."

She promises that once she gets the results of her radiation schedule, she will update her blog.

And she can't stop talking about a Maya Angelou reading she recently attended.

"I went with new friends and old friends. It was very inspiring."

She said something about clouds. If you want to get her talking, ask her about her clouds.
I'm beginning to think I might want cancer. Blogs dedicated to my recovery. Card games thrown in my favor. A loving and adoring husband that waits on me hand a foot. Yeah, Mom is doing it in style.
But then, she always does. Doesn't she?

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Mom's Last Chemo was Monday!!

Cancer in the news....

Half of all cancer deaths are preventable
by KRISTEN GERENCHER
MarketWatch

Cancer can strike anyone, even the fit and health-conscious, but dying from it is far from inevitable, according to a new report.

As many as half of cancer deaths could be prevented if more people made lifestyle changes such as avoiding smoking and excessive sun exposure, eating nutritiously and getting regular exercise and recommended health screenings, according to a study from the American Cancer Society.

Whether due to socioeconomic or personal challenges, many people have trouble following these common-sense health precautions, said Vilma Cokkinides, co-author of the report and program director of risk-factor surveillance for the American Cancer Society in Atlanta.

"What's astonishing is how small the numbers are in terms of the population actually doing these things," Cokkinides said. "It's a disconnect. . . . The awareness that theoretically half (of cancer deaths) could be prevented hasn't gotten in the mindset."

Smoking is by far the biggest sticking point because it increases the risk of many kinds of cancer, not just lung, and is expected to kill 170,000 this year. What's more, about a third of the 564,830 expected cancer deaths in 2006 will be related to poor diets, physical inactivity and obesity, which itself causes many chronic illnesses, the report said.

Americans have been receiving the anti-tobacco message for decades, but one in five adults still lights up. Despite calls for better nutrition and more physical activity to maintain a healthy weight, waistlines are growing dangerously wider. And few people do enough to protect their skin from the sun's harmful rays, leading to high rates of skin cancer.

People also fail to follow commonly recommended screenings based on age, family and medical history to catch cancer in its earliest, most treatable phases, the study said.

The ability to keep up with recommended screenings for colorectal, cervical and breast cancer - where evidence of effective treatment and reduced chance of death is greatest - is largely dependent on whether people have health insurance, Cokkinides said. "It's perhaps the single most important determinant."

Cancer's disease burden is significant. Last year, it cost the United States nearly $210 billion, according to estimates from the National Institutes of Health. The figure includes $74 billion in direct medical costs, $17.5 billion for lost productivity due to illness and $118.4 billion for productivity loss due to premature death.

To be sure, tasks such as maintaining a healthy weight can be difficult in environments that promote fast, unhealthful food and lack affordable fruits and vegetables, the study said.

Obesity has connections with postmenopausal breast cancer and colon cancer, Cokkinides said. Still, the number of children, teens and men who were overweight or obese grew significantly between 1999 and 2004, according to a study from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention published in the April 5 issue of the Journal of the American Medical Association. Women's obesity rate appears to have leveled off, the study found.

Women's screening rates for breast and cervical cancer have increased over the years as awareness has grown, but the numbers are still modest. Only 55 percent of women 40 and older, the age at which annual screenings are supposed to begin, said they got a mammogram in the last year, the study said. Those who are uninsured, have the lowest incomes and least education as well as immigrants who've been in the country less than five years had even lower screening rates.

Colon and rectal cancers have a high survival rate when detected early, especially when precancerous polyps can be removed during colonoscopy. But only 39 percent of colon cancers are diagnosed at an early stage, when 90 percent of patients go on to survive at least five more years, according to the report.

Even when patients have a hereditary link with cancer, they can choose to have cancer-risk counseling that may help them take control if further prevention options or more aggressive screening is needed, said Dr. Jeffrey Weitzel, director of the Department of Clinical Cancer Genetics at the City of Hope Comprehensive Cancer Center in Duarte, Calif.

"Genetics isn't necessarily destiny," Weitzel said. "Advanced protocols . . . are designed to take what we know about breast cancer and epidemiology and turn it around in a way that might allow prevention."

Earlier diagnosis of breast cancer, for example, often allows not just for better odds of beating it altogether, but also better quality of life during treatment than was achievable even a few years ago, he said.

"Right now what we have is a good circumstance," Weitzel said. "We're having to try to figure out ever more carefully which of the early-stage patients truly need therapy and which could be spared, whereas previously we were hoping just to have a greater proportion of them be earlier-staged."

Weitzel recommended people interested in learning more about guidelines for screening and referrals, particularly those with a familial risk of cancer, visit the National Comprehensive Cancer Network's Web site at www.nccn.org or the City of Hope at www.cityof hope.org/ccgp.

As a general rule for those with a family history, "if there's cancer under the age of 50, breast or colon, that might warrant referral in cancer-risk counseling," he said. "That would be the starting point."

It's not just individuals who can improve their chances of surviving cancer by modifying their lifestyles and complying with recommended screenings. Social policies such as more statewide bans on indoor smoking and targeted cessation programs for teen smokers can help people develop healthier habits and, most importantly, stick to them to reduce their risk of dying from related disease, Cokkinides said.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S !!!!


"How did he do it?"

She smiled. "It was really romantic."

"Joe Wiese, romantic?"

"Well, he was going to do it on the road at a park near Lake Shasta, but it was cold and rainy. Then he was going to do it on the beach after we signed our lease, but it was cold and rainy again. So he spent 30 minutes trying to get our gas fireplace to work. After he got a fire started he made a bed on the floor in front of the fireplace. He sat down next to me and said the sweetest things to me and then he told me the story about how your dad sold his blood to buy a ring for your mom (he pulled out the box) and then asked me to marry him with the ring that sealed your parent's fate. I was crying, he was crying . . .it was well . . . very special. "

CONGRATULATIONS to my brother and his beautiful fiance Jennifer Hernandez. Welcome to the Wiese family!!! Perfect timing for some good news in the Wiese household.


Tuesday, May 02, 2006

All the news that is fit to print...

Dear Family,

Hope all is well. This is a short note with current update.

Saw the Oncologist today. My white cells, red cells and platelets are back to normal. I do not have to postpone my next and LAST chemo on Monday the 8th. I feel good.

I've been walking as much as possible. Hope to play cards with Jane and Carolyn tomorrow.
Mike is still looking at boats and enjoying the process. He went to Victoria and Sydney yesterday by ferry to see one in B.C. On the way home, he stopped at the BC museum and bought me a beautiful blue stone and mineral necklace. It worked. I gave him permission to get a bigger boat!

Talked to Joe's fiancee, Jenn. She will be joining Joe at Pendleton in early June. They will have a civil ceremony on or about June 10th. Her parents and Dad and I will be there. Joe is enjoying setting up their new apartment. They hope to have a church wedding early next year.

Katryn will be camping in Hawaii in early June. Ingrid is working in DC. She should be returning to NYC soon. We have been having a great time tracking her exploits via her blog.

Maiken is busy and fine. She recently appeared in an off-off Broadway play that got rave reviews. Especially from her sister.

We hope for a visit from Kirsten this summer. She managed to get out to DC to meet Joes's fiancee and have lunch with Ingrid.

This Sunday, Kaitlyn makes her first communion. Georg and Joe will represent us. Jared's hockey team won the regional championship and Jared is one of their MVP.

I'll be fitted with an arm sleeve next week to wear when I'm flying. It keeps down the swelling in my arm with lympodema. I plan to fly to San Diego for Joe and Jenn's vows and to NJ for brother, Mike's wedding.

I send my love to each and everyone.

Mom/Susie

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Cancer was not boring this week

Well, there’s been a blip in the easy chemo route and Cancer has definitely not been boring this week.

After a great Easter Weekend with Friday seafood buffet at the Yacht Club and Easter Sunday Brunch with my church group at Meadowbrook Golf Course, I had my 5th Chemo on Monday.

Nancy Kennedy and Judy Baerg accompanied me. Judy brought along the most beautiful yarn for Nancy and me and attempted to teach us to knit. We got really good at the “pulling out stitches” part. Our scarves were supposed to have 20 stitches across. By the end of our session, I had 27! It did keep us, other patients and nurses thoroughly entertained. Chemo went fast that day.

We went to “Indochine “ in UP for lunch and laughed a lot. I came home and took a nap. I had noticed that I was tiring more after treatments, which I had been warned would happen.

Tuesday I took a long walk uphill with my walking buddy, Carolyn Hudson and went into Oncology for my white blood cell shot. That night my son, Georg, and I played cards until 11PM.

Wednesday, I could hardly stand up. Did manage to get my make up on, get dressed (there are priorities!) and get into a chair before my traveling nurse showed up. I was running a slight temperature and she convinced me to go into Oncology, where they gave me intravenous fluids to re-hydrate me and sent me home. Felt much better but went to sleep early. Started getting chills and the shakes during the night.

Mike took me into the hospital with a temperature of 104.4. They ran tests on me in the ER and admitted me. My teeth were chattering so much, I couldn’t breathe. As my temperature reached 104.9, they told me I had to remove all blankets and they were going to put an ice blanket on me.

I told them they were out of their minds.

Luckily the massive antibiotics kicked in and my temperature went down. There was a blip on my lungs which I worried was cancer and was relieved to find out was only pneumonia.Now the fun began and they had to figure out what I had.

I had E Coli sepsis bacteria that had invaded my blood stream and was running rampant. They couldn’t find the source. I had two blood transfusions on Saturday. After getting slightly better, I got worse.

On Sunday, they decided that my port was infected. The surgeon wanted to wait to Monday to operate because my platelet level was 60. I told him if he waited until Monday, it would be lower as that was usually my nadir. I got a platelet transfusion. He operated.

I felt instantly better and planned to go home on Monday. after another CT and chest XRay.Three of my Doctors signed me out but I waited all day for my Intensive Medicine Doctor, who showed up at 6 PM. Mike had packed my bags and we were ready to escape.

She told me she had just come across my ECHO test and I had blip on my right heartvalve. I would have to remain in the hospital for more tests and would be on intravenous antibiotics for the next 6 weeks. As the implications sunk in, I was devastated. Did this mean the cancer had metastasized?

After she left the room, Mike asked me when I had taken the ECHO test. I said I knew I had one in January. Perhaps that was the one to which she was referring. But she had mentioned it was the day I was admitted. I remember very little of that day. Mike said he was with me that whole day and he didn’t remember that test.

He went out to talk to her.It turned out she was reading 3 charts of different patients, at the same time. The test in question was done on another patient, not me.

I was home free and we ran out of the hospital, not even waiting for the customary wheelchair.

New instructions given me are that I can do no gardening, eat no raw veggies or fruit, can’t have fresh flowers in the house, can’t eat nuts with shells or cheese with mold etc. Also I am not to go to buffets...

Feel fine but have very low white blood cells and low platelets. Therefore I'm lying low and seeing no visitors this week until my counts are up. You can always call me or e-mail me. It's great to be home. Will love having this chemo over but next and last session may be rescheduled.

Thanks for your calls and support and those wonderful hospital visits. My first Friday Lunch group sent me beautiful flowers from Blitz. However they weren’t allowed on the floor so they were delivered to the house. Mike took pictures of them and printed them on an 8x10 sheet and put them on an easel in my hospital room. Now the picture sits atop my piano and reminds me of my dear friends.

Thank you all.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Mom's in the Hospital

She's available via cell. Apparently she had some complications from her last chemo. Her temp got up to 105, but it's down now. She will be in the hospital until Monday.

She says she's bored. So if you have any TomKat gossip, she's all ears. And she's on so many meds you could tell her the same piece of gossip three times and she'll always think it's new.

I'm sending virtual hugs, so give her an extra squeeze for me if you acually get to see her.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Mom still hasn't learned to post her own entries...

Dear Daughters and Sisters,

I met with my radiation doctor today.

He gave me an ok to attend the Ford-Moore nuptials . We will arrive late Thursday evening and leave late Sunday so I only miss one day of radiation. We are staying at a B&B that Mike recommended for Tara's wedding. We stayed there with the Victorsons. There is only one other couple registered that weekend in the Honeymoon suite. Mike, Is that you?

We are really looking forward to a weekend away since life has been confining since December. I'm also loving seeing Mike's kids again. They have been so welcoming to us.

My radiation doctor emphasized once again that my sisters and daughters and (possibly my nieces) have mamagrams and inform their doctors what is happening to me and our family's history. He feels this is very important as they enter their 30's and 40's.

We are delighted with Tara's news. How exciting. I guess with all the pregnancies occuring, this was the way to steal the show.

Good timing , Tara!

All is well. The boys are here tonight and Jen, Josef's girl, arrives tomorrow and drives down to Pendleton with him.

Wishing you a great Easter.

Much love,Susie

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

A letter from mom...

Ten days ago was my 4th Chemo.

I am over the halfway point. My good friends, Ann Bailey and Carolyn Modarelli Adams accompanied me . The weekend before, we and our husbands went to the dueling piano bars, “Chopsticks”. We, women, had a great time. Our elderly husbands are claiming eardrum damage! Fortunately, we still had plenty to talk about during treatment. I brought cards and we played a new game.

Time passed quickly.

They took me to a late birthday lunch at “Stanley & Seaforts”. We still had plenty of things to talk about... the advantage of husbands and kids.

Carolyn had made up a special “Harper’s Bazaar”, which featured the 3 of us in our black cowboy hats in wonderfully sexy poses and clothes. I will bring it to the next luncheon of the ladies. The magazine has a permanent spot on my coffee table.

I have many brave friends who go to chemo by themselves and have no doubt, I could do the same. Having my friends accompany me has made a difficult day fun. When I look back on the past 4 visits, it is not what they have done to me or what news and treatments they have discussed, It is always the memories of my good spirited friends, that I take away with me.

Thank you, all!

Definite patterns are developing in my routines. The 3 days following chemo, I am on heavy doses and shots of drugs. Except for the first session, the side effects are under control. However, last week, I was very fatigued by the weekend, more so than previous treatments. Also by the 2nd week, my white blood cell count was very low and I was susceptible to germs, virus,etc. I was warned to stay away from anybody sick and avoid crowds. They give me a shot following treatment to increase new white blood cells but it apparently doesn’t kick in for a week. By the time of my next session, it should be in the normal stage.

Last week, I also got swelling all over my body and especially in my left arm, where they took out 19 nodes. We were worried that Lymphadema had started. (Something, I had been warned about, that could occur at any time in my future.) So...I was sent into the hospital for another MUGGA test to see if my heart has been affected by my dosages. I haven’t heard the results, which were due 2 days ago, so I assume “no news is good news”.

Every Thursday, I go to physical therapy, where the therapist works on my arms and scar tissue to break it up. That can often be painful. She keeps me talking to distract me from what she is doing. ...again husband and children provide lots to talk about...

Mike and I saw “Wonderful Town” and “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Robe” in the past weeks. Both were fun and entertaining. They were in Seattle so we made a day of both productions. Chico stock goes up on the days I’m in the big city. We’ve also driven to Bellingham to look at boats. I think we’re in the boat buying mood again. It would be nice for Mike to have a hobby other than me!

Since we are rather confined to the immediate area, a boat would be a good diversion to our regular Dr. visits.I’m trying to walk daily if weather permits. I’ve found some friends who have come over to play cards once a week and I read a lot.

Joe and Georg will be home next week and liven things up on the homefront. The pace is slow but LIFE is good.

Thanks for checking up on me.----Susie.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Good News!...

Dear Family,

Today was my 3rd chemo so I am halfway through this chemotherapy. The next week could be rocky or not. The last chemo had few side effects so I hope this is a repeat.

Lots of medicines, steroids, poisons, shots and preventatives going in... lots of things happening all over my body but so far I really do feel fine. Ask me next week.

Two fabulous friends, Marty Osbourne and Mary Rowlands, accompanied me on this adventure. They brought me tulips , movie and trash magazines and strawberries. When over, they took me to lunch with their friends from North Tacoma. It was a treat and made my treatment day fun!

I continue to get support, e-mails and calls from all of you and this is immensely satisfying.

Yesterday I read a really great short novel from Costco called "The First Five People You Meet in Heaven". It's written by the author of "Tuesdays With Morrie." I recommend it to all of you. It takes about 1 1/2 hours to read and is quite uplifting. So if you see it, pick up a copy and enjoy and uplift.

Good News for all family. My gene test came back negative for BRCH1 and BRCH2. This means that I don't carry the well publicized gene (with an 85% positive result) that is passed down through families so you can breathe a sigh of relief. If I don't carry it , none of my offspring, boys or girls has inherited it to send down to their children. I doubt that My siblings carry it either. Obviously if one of us had it, it would be me!

The Dr. does want me to meet with a geneticist after I'm through treatment to go over the family tree. Not all breast cancer is inherited but there is a strong predominance in our family tree. So I would continue to urge all Fords and future generations to get mammagrams, do the mirror test and mention Lobular cancer to your doctors.

It is a thickening of the walls, a mass not a tumor. One out of 9 women develop breast cancer. The sheer numbers of Crowley and Fords alerts us to be vigilant!

I wanted to get the results to all of you immediately. Now we can rejoice in babies and good news and put this scare behind us.

Much love,

Susie

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

From Aunt Kay...

Dear Ones,

Mary Kate and Rob are having a baby!! Our grandchild is due around September 6!!

Some of you know this because MK called me in Tacoma while I was celebrating our collective sister birthdays and said, "I got yousomething you've wanted for two years...!"

Vern is at a conference at the Lutheran School of Theology in Chicago this week and staying with the parents to be.

Barb and I had a grand time with Susie and Mike...gourmet breakfasts, lunches, dinners prepared by Chef Mike, mid-morning coffee while gazing at the Sound and Cascade Mtns, evenings at the theatre (have you all seen MENOPAUSE, THE MUSICAL?), afternoons working on the quilt puzzle, a walking tour of Steilacoom, ooooh and I almost forgot, a visit with Anton the Czech wigmaker and much more.

The new home is quite wonderful. More later...xoxo Kay, Aunt Kay, Momala

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

This just in...

Spoke with Mom and Dad today and they report that all went well yesterday at the doctor.

Mom was able to regulate her blood cell count without medication (I messed up the low/high before).

There was more, but it is all very complicated and only someone like Dad could remember all those details.

Suffice to say, Mom is doing well. She's walking lots, has plenty of friends dropping in on her and has not killed Dad yet.

Send me your Susie Sighting to report and I will be sure to update the fans.

And Mom, in case Dad forgets to tell you, I called today.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

To my mother...


Happy Valentines Day Ma!
Hope it's the breast ever.....

Monday, February 13, 2006

Mom's friend June writes...

...Just returned after Judy Donley and i took your mom in for her 2nd treatment. She was brave and awake the whole time that we chatted. Judy's and my game plan was to play everything by ear and to see how your mom was faring before we took the next step. susie didn't appear too tired and so we drove over to judy's new house to see how the remodel was going and for your mom to offer judy some decorating suggestions. i'm glad we did that because susie came up w/ some terrific ideas. after that we went out for lunch at affairs in u/p. i hope that we did not tire her too much. now re: blogs did you send this to all the first fridayers? this is a great way to keep up w/ how your mom is coming along esp w/ treatment. good job ingrid. j...

CHEMO DAY!!

Today, mom has her second chemo treatment.

The next one is on the 6th of March so mark your prayer calendars.

According to mom, there will be six chemo treatments followed by six months of radiation. This may be wrong... I'll clarify with big papa and get back to you...

Today is a good day to call and check in!

ING

Friday, February 10, 2006

... Costco ...

Just got off the phone with mom. She was outside Costco, which immediately brought memories of the beach in the summer, frozen hamburger patties and industrial size mayonaise.

Her sisters just left. They partied every night and dad turned into Mr. Martha Stewart.

On the day her sisters arrived, mom received her new wig. She may be the first Wiese to have a full head of thick bushy blonde hair.

Her red blood cell count is high, which makes her Anemic. It would seem that makes her White blood cell count low... which gives her something in common with Brother Georg.

...Still claiming life is good... still claiming Dad is great.

What's your news?

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Mom and Dad, Post Surgery