The patients and staff of the Seattle Children's Hospital hematology oncology unit shared their strength in a moving music video that's making the rounds on the Internet.
Lip-syncing and dancing to Kelly Clarkson's hit single "Stronger," these brave little ones show their courage in the face of cancer - proving that as the song goes, "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I recently read an article about the upcoming Summer Olympics. It said that British athletes have been advised not to shake hands with other players or dignitaries at the London Olympic Games for fear that they will pick up an illness and lose the opportunity to win a medal in the games.
You know that saying "youth is wasted on the young?"
Well, my latest opinion is that motherhood is wasted on moms. At least moms like me.
Don’t get me wrong - I waited until I was 32 to get pregnant, I desperately wanted children, and I have loved every minute of motherhood.
Almost.
This is a short story.
It runs in the family on both sides for generations: We are short people.
A couple of weeks ago, my nanny found a louse on Matilda’s head. Apparently it was just crawling around, not a care in the world. Liz bagged it in a Ziploc sandwich bag so I could see it for myself and then called to deliver the bad news.
Is it the tryptophan in turkey that leads to holiday exhaustion?
It certainly couldn’t be the reason I tend to feel tired until New Year's. Stay awake until midnight on purpose? You’ve got to be kidding.
Maybe it’s estrogen-related because most women I know experience the same seasonal symptoms.
Stitches, my friends, friggin’ STITCHES!
Here is how it went down: We were in a shoe store, I hear a CLANK behind me and turn around to find Jaden on the floor, holding her chin. She tripped on her own two feet, fell and hit a metal bench in the store, splitting open her little chin.
Last week was the first time I checked out in awhile and I must admit that it took me getting sick to collapse into relaxation mode. I have been going full throttle for some time and my body finally gave in. Thankfully it wasn’t a full-blown flu, but just enough to make me housebound. The funny thing was that I actually enjoyed it!
By K. L. Blankson, MD
It was easier when she was first born. Everything was, well, scheduled. The two -week visit. Then the 2-month visit (that 6 week gap felt like forever, didn’t it?). The first set of many scheduled immunizations. The assessment of developmental milestones. Cooing, eye contact, rolling…and then it seemed like she went straight from crawling to calling you to pick her up from the mall.
Nothing will make your heart skip a beat like a phone call from the school nurse. The minute I received a call from the elementary school nurse about one of my daughters, I had images of a broken bone or gash in her head from the playground. Imagine my surprise when I heard what the nurse had to say. “Mrs. Newsome, you need to pick up your daughter. She has lice.” Huh??? My mind raced back over the past few weeks.
