Road Today, I threw away our diaper bag. I lovingly placed the travel first aid kit and a comb (hey, a little dude has got to look good...) into my Kavu bag, which is a small bag that I generally carry into music festivals to hold all of my small necessities. The diaper bag that we used was not some fancy, snazzy bag that was overpriced, trendy, and sold in only the finest baby stores. It was an old Jeep duffel bag that I have had for probably fifteen years, that has traveled the world with me, and survived the day-to-day beatings that come along with carrying said bag every single day for two years. I was not sad to throw away this bag, but happy that it survived this long, perserving onward through whatever journey it embarked upon. I am also not sad to be done with diapers.
A little over two years ago, I remember having a conversation with my father about cloth diapering. I told him my intentions to cloth diaper and make my own wipes, and he laughed at me, saying that this was another one of my zany schemes, and that I was going to waste a lot of money and quit within two months... Fast forward to now. Little dude has only ever worn a handful of disposables and that was in the hospital because we had to leave to get there in quite the hurry with me having placental abruption. Little man turned two on March 30th - two years of cloth diapering, two years of never once having diaper rash, two years of cute, fluffy butt diapers, two years of laundry. I would not change a thing. As I type this, Rayn's whole stash of cloth diapers (minus a few that I threw away from excessive wear) are being stripped clean so that I can put them into storage for (hopefully) our next child.
I did some math while drinking my coffee this morning. We bought most of our diaper stash used, from friends and buy/sell/trade sites. Of course, we had to buy a couple of new ones, because once we found what worked the best for us, which was Best Bottoms, we naturally needed to start selling them at Creekside Music & Naturals. We spent about $350 in total to cloth diaper, which included diapers, inserts, wet bags, wipes, and the ingredients to make our own wipe solution and laundry detergent for the past two years. During this time, we did laundry approximately every three days, which would be equivalent to about 243 loads of laundry. Given that we hung our laundry often, always hanging the covers, I would anticipate the cost of laundry to be about $1 per load, so aroun $250. In totality, we spent about $600 to diaper our son for the past two years.
Our little guy went through I would say an average of ten diapers per day throughout the past two years. That is 7300 diapers. At around 30 cents per disposable diaper, this would have cost us $2190. Add in wipes at about 4 cents per wipe, with some extra wipes used for poops, that is another $400. I am not even going to begin to try and figure out how to factor in the diaper ointment and all the other fluff that people buy, because I have no comparison. We were gifted some Burt's Bees baby ointment at our baby shower and still have the tube. So, this equates to about $2600. $2000 more than it cost us to cloth diaper. Our kiddo is potty trained at two. Many kids aren't potty trained til much later, so that number could be doubled to $4000 and even more. Further, if we are able to have another child, we will not have to buy anything. We can use the diaper stash we have and I can make some more wipes with the fabric I bought, which is included in that original $350 we spent.
So, how do I feel about cloth diapering? I love it. I would and will hopefully do it again in the future. In two years time, we saved the landfill from approximately 7300 disposable diapers, saved $2000, and spared our child from having any type of rash issues. Yes, I realize we had to do a couple of extra loads of laundry per week for the past two years, but once you get into a routine, it is not that much of a burden. Further, I completely believe that cloth diapering has made potty training ridiculously easy. On Thursday evening, I decided that I was done with diapers and that on Friday, potty training would begin, seeing as I had off of work until Tuesday. Kiddo has not worn a diaper since Friday morning, and has been accident free since Monday. Fluff butts can tell when they are dirty much easier than kiddos that wear disposables, and he has been telling us for many, many months. The transition to regular undies was seamless.
Cloth is better for the environment, better for the pocketbook, and better for baby's bottom, at least in our experience. As I put these diapers into storage, I am happy. I am happy that we did what was best for our child and what worked for us as a family. I am happy to not have polluted the landfills with disposables. Moreso, I am happy to be done with diapers (for now) and to see our son moving on to the next stage as he proudly sports his Nemo undies that he picked out himself. Parenting is awesome. Now, what am I going to do with all of this extra time of not washing/drying/sorting/folding diapers and making wipes? Oh, the possibilities....
Road tripping is going to be so much nicer. We aren't going to have to haul dirty stinkies across the nation, stopping at strange laundromats every few days and then hanging the diapers from the line, in the car, or in the middle of the tent (ticks, eeeeep!) while camping. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.
One year ago today, we received the news that the chemotherapy was effective. The cancer that was attacking the love of my life had been eliminated. Today, we received the same news from the annual CT scan he had yesterday. Aaron is CANCER FREE. With non-hodgkin's lymphoma, statistics show that if it is going to come back, it generally does within the first two years. We are not in the clear yet, but this is fantastic news. He also has a very high likelihood of acquiring leukemia due to the chemotherapy drugs (after seven years), but we will fight that battle if and when we get to it. Live in the present. Love in the present. To say we are ecstatic would be an understatement.
For many months in 2015, I watched as my someday husband turned plastic before my eyes, as each different chemotherapy drug given attacked his giant abdominal masses and attacked every healthy cell in his body as well. His color would go from Wisconsin white to pale to ghastly chemo-tainted waxiness. I would hold back my tears and try to remain optimistic. Always optimistic.
Our son Rayn came to the hospital with us for every appointment and every chemo treatment. He was not allowed in the chemo room, where Aaron received treatment through a port placed into his chest, which pumped the "medicine" right into his heart. Other cancer-stricken individuals were also receiving treatment at the same time, in an open room with no partitions, where you would often hear sobs and wails from those whose outlooks may have not been as promising. We met a lot of wonderful people in the waiting and treatment rooms, some of them on the same three-week treatment schedule. Rayn became the joy of many people, whether patients or nurses. Most of all, he kept Aaron and I sane during some of the roughest times of our lives. Sometimes, my sister-in-law and mom would come to watch Rayn at the hospital while I stayed with Aaron. Sometimes it was just the three of us, and I would have to strategically sit along the wall with Rayn right outside the entrance to the treatment room, so that Aaron could still see/hear him, and have some aspect of normalcy while going through hell. Rayn was five months old when his Dada started chemo.
When Rayn turned three months old, we took him to Summerfest to see his first major live show, Stevie Wonder. We had a blast as a family, and made it all the way through to the end of the show, with Rayn just starting to act up during the encore, which just so happened to be our song. The three of us lovingly danced and sang our way out of the amphitheater to "You are the Sunshine of my Life". Our new music shop had been open for just two months, and this weekend was also Strawberry Festival, which is a big event for the area that required us to work extended hours. We were exhausted after the weekend's festivities. Little did we know that the next day, Aaron would end up in the emergency room for what we thought was appendicitis. He was having pretty severe lower abdominal pain and decided, begrudgingly, to go in to the emergency room late at night. Rayn and I stayed back and awaited updates. Aaron had some testing done, and they decided to keep him overnight. He found out he had cancer when he looked up from his gurney to see he was being admitted to the oncology floor. No doctor had discussed this with him. The next few days were a whirlwind of test after test, from bloodwork to scans to biopsies. Rayn and I were not allowed to visit until he was transferred out of the immunocompromised section of the hospital. Aaron had been told some of the worst news of his life, and had to process it alone, until a "room opened up" in the over-filled hospital.
When Rayn and I finally got to visit, Aaron could not touch him or even be near him due to being radioactive from the testing. This was extremely hard for him, obviously. He just wanted to be hold, hug, kiss, and snuggle with his three month-old baby. By the time we got to the hospital, Aaron had lost ten pounds from not being allowed to eat the whole time there. The doctor wanted to place a port and start chemotherapy immediately. We declined this based upon the fact that his diagnosis was not even confirmed by biopsy yet. Why would you inject poison into someone when you are not 100% sure of what sub-category of cancer they may or may not have? Clearly, different sub-categories involve different types of chemotherapy agents... I spoke with hospital staff to make sure Aaron's food restrictions were lifted after they kept depriving him of food and setting the tests later and later in the day. He was starving and miserable, and the pain medication left him unable to adequately make informed decisions. We found out that Aaron has an aortic aneurysm by the fact that a hospital transporter who had wheeled him from a test to his room, left a piece of paper with this information typed upon it. No doctor had discussed this with him or me. I promptly summoned the nurse manager, who got the doctor. We decided to check out of the hospital and proceed with care on an outpatient basis, against doctor's orders. Aaron had been diagnosed with suspected non-hodgkin's lymphoma, and had two giant masses (one cantaloupe-sized and one grapefruit-sized) in his abdomen. The extreme pain was coming from hydronephrosis, meaning that one of the masses was pushing on his kidney, causing it to back up and enlarge. A stent was placed a couple of days later, which alleviated some discomfort but caused a whole lot of other issues.
The biopsy came back as a bad sample. That, coupled with all of the other issues we had at the hospital, led us to seek a second opinion at a different hospital, where we could not get an appointment for over a month. This was a bit concerning seeing as the type of cancer we were dealing with was very, very aggressive. We also chose to drastically change our lifestyle. We immediately chose to stop consuming alcohol, which we had been decreasing anyways. Cancer feeds on sugar, so we also chose to eliminate all refined sugars. We became raw vegan and juiced every morning, despite the hospital's recommendation to only consume boiled vegetables. (Yeah, because surely that is the best way to build up your immune system...) We extensively researched anything and everything we could about Aaron's particular cancer. Aaron started taking mass amounts of supplements, including RSO and CBD oil. We bought a rebounder (mini trampoline) which he tried to use daily to get his lymph moving. He continued to go to work every day at our shop, despite the cancer which had taken over his body and consumed his mind. He struggled to sleep comfortably at night due to the size of the masses. He was laid off from his job as an insurance agent due to being sick. Crazy, I know., because obviously you do not need money while battling for your life. Illness was now affecting every aspect of our lives.
We saw an integrative doctor (who I now work for) and he helped build up Aaron's immune system through oriental herbs. He agreed with everything else we were doing and helped us navigate our options further. Another biopsy was scheduled at the new hospital. The surgeon performing the biopsy went in through the back, instead of the front which they had done for the first one. Aaron had this biopsy done without medication, because he did not want anything unnatural going into his body with which he was going to have to detox from. Sadly, he was never the same after that biopsy. The pain kept him from eating and over the course of a few weeks, he dropped a lot more weight. He dropped about forty pounds throughout the six months of dealing with cancer. Ten came off with the initial hospital stay, a bit more from becoming vegan, and then the vast majority came off from his inability to eat post-biopsy surgery. He became so skinny that his masses were now pushing on his biliary tract, causing it to back up, and turning him very orange and jaundiced. He looked skeletal. We had no choice but to pursue chemotherapy.
We were shocked to discover through the scan that was done just prior to starting chemo that the masses had not grown a bit. Yes, you read that right. Non-hodgkin's lymphoma is EXTREMELY AGGRESSIVE and the masses had not grown AT ALL in the 2.5 months prior to starting chemotherapy. We had kept the cancer at bay with the things we were doing to combat it. Had he not had that second biopsy which made it damn near impossible for him to eat, who knows if the masses would have died off and started shrinking. The oncologists were just as shocked by this news as we were. They kept telling us that by postponing the chemotherapy, we were essentially going to end his life, and could not possibly understand our reasoning. Family and friends also argued with us.
We are advocates for healthy lifestyle choices. In no way am I saying to not listen to your doctor. There are many great doctors out there who do have their patients' best interests at heart. However, there are also protocols that need to be followed. Previous lawsuits leave many a doctor on-edge. Insurance companies also play a big role. The best thing you can do is to research as much as possible. Be confident in the decisions you make. An informed decision is one that leaves you with much less stress after the fact. That being said, in no way do we regret waiting for chemotherapy. It was what was best for us, given OUR circumstances. Had Aaron received chemotherapy immediately while in the hospital, we do not believe he would have fared well. HE WAS NOT READY. Once he did end up getting chemotherapy, he was mentally ready to do so. It was necessary and we had tried everything else we possibly could. We do often wonder though, if the outcome would have been different had they not screwed up the first biopsy causing him to get the second one, which set the course for biliary system to fail, causing his liver to back up, and setting forth extreme weight loss and discomfort.
Cancer is a rough ride. It is a life-changing rollercoaster, turning your whole world upside-down. I believe that Rayn was the seat belt on this ride and while the ride is not over, we are hopefully beyond the worst. We are going to make the most of every moment that we are "coasting".
As the great Stevie Wonder sings in his song "For Once in My Life":
"For once in my life I have someone who needs me
Someone I've needed so long
For once, unafraid, I can go where life leads me
and somehow I know I'll be strong."
Aaron is now faring well. We continue to eat as clean and organic as possible, with very minimal "junk". We have been doing yoga and swim with Rayn regularly and are scheduling an appointment with a cardiologist to check on the aortic aneurysm so Aaron can be assessed and hopefully given the "all clear" to up his activity level. There is no time like the present to be the best that you can be. Nothing is for certain in life. One day you could be with your three month-old at a Stevie Wonder concert and the next you could end up on the oncology floor. Do your best to live and be well.
This morning, many children (especially here in the Midwest) woke up and ran to where their stockings hung, eagerly peeking inside to see what goodies St. Nick had left for their enjoyment. The traditions surrounding St. Nicholas vary depending upon where in the world you live, with much of the US not celebrating the day.
St. Nicholas was a historic 4th-century Christian saint and the Greek Bishop of Myra. He is also known as Nicholas the Wonderworker due to the many miracles attributed to his intercession. He is said to have spared three daughters from their father selling them into a life of prostitution, by secretly providing the dowry for each of them. He is also said to have provided safe passage for many ships during treacherous waters. He is even said to have brought three children (or merchants depending on who is telling the tale) back to life after a butcher killed them to sell as meat during a long famine. He is the patron saint of Greece and had a special place in his heart for children. He was a kind man who liked to give gifts, and he would do so secretly. Santa Claus is modeled after St. Nicholas.
I remember as a child, always having a stocking full of goodies on St. Nick's Day. My brother, Nick, would get irritated because it was his Name's Day and everybody else got gifts. We are Greek Orthodox and our mother has always made it a point to get us a gift for our Name's Day. In fact, mine just passed, and even at thirty-four years of age, I received a treasure that I will always hold dear. My mom made me a necklace out of a crystal that hung on our chandelier in the house I called home for eighteen-years. Man, oh man, did I ever hate cleaning that chandelier, but I did always love it.
Now that I am a mother myself, I have set forth in developing our own tradition for St. Nick's Day. We want our son to know that this day and every other, should be about making a positive impact on the people you love, your community, and the planet in general. St. Nick's day should not be about mass consumerism and the expectancy of receiving gifts. It should be about giving and kindness, which is what St. Nicholas was all about. Last year, I had the fleeting thought of starting up my own take on Elf on the Shelf. As a family, we decided that the Elf would never live in our house. No, I am not bashing those of you that partake in the elvish shenanigans. It is your family and your traditions. We are choosing to do Positivity Puppy with our little dude.
Positivity Puppy came about because I firmly believe that children, especially while very young, are a reflection of their adults. They mirror the things we do and say, even when we don't want them to. Milwaukee traffic sometimes leads me to say words I would not want repeated... So far, so good... I believe that one of the main ways to make the world a better place is to teach our children well, and to teach them to be kind, giving, loving, and generous in all that they do, such as St. Nicholas. Starting this morning, and every day til Christmas, Positivity Puppy will be a part of our lives. He already has been for the past couple months. He is Rayn's favorite stuffed animal that we bought on a whim while road-tripping back from Texas, so that Rayn would have a travel buddy. IKEA did not disappoint. "Bubba" the yellow dog was instantly a hit, and is now another body in our bed at night.
I came up with twenty different positive, kind things that Rayn could do at the age of twenty-months. Every day will be something new and every year will see changes to the different kind acts. Once he is old enough, we will incorporate volunteering into the mix and other age-appropriate good doings. For now, the kind acts are simple, and are things he can do to help out his family, the community, and the world. Positive acts have a wide reach and do not go unnoticed. I also made it a point that this year, none of the acts will cost us any extra money. I work with a lot of poverty-stricken individuals and this time of year is extremely difficult. Being a good person doesn't cost a thing. I want to help start a positivity revolution, from my family to yours. We can make the world a better place.
Yes. This is a wellness blog. However, this is a wellness blog for real people. Real people sometimes eat pie, cake, or cookies, especially around this time of year.
I will never "diet". I believe that if you eat a mainly organic, nutrient-dense, whole foods diet, you can generally eat what you want, in moderation. Life is all about balance. Simply stated, my father has always said, "If you want to lose weight, you need to burn off more than you take in." During the holiday season, we tend to take in more than we burn off, especially here in Wisconsin where the brisk temps often keep us indoors.
That being said, I gained over seventy pounds while pregnant with my son. Seventy pounds. Yes, I ate mostly healthy foods, however, I had quite the affinity for Culvers fries (not gonna lie....still do...my willpower is stronger now...) and frozen yogurt. I also had a job as a home hospice nurse where I worked way too much and sat on my ass way too much. I am fifteen pounds shy of my pre-pregnancy weight and feel unhappy with how I look/feel.
So. NO MORE EXCUSES. I freely admit my faults. I am grossly out-of-shape and get winded easily. My heart feels heavy with over exertion. My knees give out and my back aches terribly from a cliff diving accident five years ago. I feel "bloopy". Yes, bloopy. I need to take charge of my health before poor health takes charge of me. It is not so much the way I look or how my clothes fit/don't fit that bothers me. It is the fact that I have a toddler and want to show him the world, a doggie that needs walking, house repairs to do...I have life to live. Right now, I struggle with the stamina to do it all.
NO MORE EXCUSES! We all lead busy lives and many of us probably struggle with time management. Most of us work, have kiddos/pets, responsibilities, and twenty things to be doing at any given moment. Everybody's life is hectic in a different way. Most of us probably do not take the time to spend on ourselves. NO MORE EXCUSES.
I have worked at a couple of fitness facilities in my life. I was even a Curves instructor at one point. (No...Really.). I used to work out several hours per day and still dance to live music at night. While my nightlife has changed, and I now have responsibilities where I cannot live at the gym, the old me is still in there somewhere, and I miss that girl who had endless energy. Exercise is crucial to optimal health. I have not worked out in YEARS. NO MORE EXCUSES. I have found that when people would make New Year's resolutions to exercise more, it would only last a few weeks, and come February, they had fallen into their old ways. There is no time to start like the present. If you are serious about change, there can be no "I'll start on Monday" or "I'll start January 1st".
Today was the first time in longer than I can remember that my Fitbit buzzed saying I had reached my step goal. I literally jumped and almost peed my pants because I rarely reach that number or feel the subsequent strange vibrating sensation on my wrist. I bought the Fitbit last year to monitor my pulse. I think it is now time I actually use it as it is intended -to track activity. NO MORE EXCUSES.
You deserve to feel good. The choices you make directly impact your health, whether physically or mentally. We only get a short time on this journey of life, so let's make the best of it. I want to be healthier. I want you to be healthier. Let's be well together.
Let's eat pie, but only one piece.
Exercise negates pie. Right?
My love Aaron created this recipe. It is family and friend approved. It is by no means "healthy", but it is better than most. High fiber. Low sugar. We make a lot of substitutions because of dietary restrictions. I am sure this would taste even better with butter.
Scrumptious Vegan Oatmeal-Nut Apple Pie
1 cup organic unbleached all-purpose flour
1/2 tsp sea salt
1/4 cup + 2 tbsp scoopable (not liquid) organic coconut oil
2.5 tbsp ice water
Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Whisk dry ingredients together. Add in coconut oil and mix together with fork until it resembles wet sand. Slowly add in ice water while kneading, until dough is formed. Sprinkle flour on cutting board or other surface and transfer dough. You can do this on a sheet of wax paper to make cleanup and transfer to pie pan easier. Roll out dough with rolling pin, into circular shape to fit your 9 in. pie pan. Add more flour if dough is sticking. Prebake crust for four minutes prior to adding filling.
7 medium organic McIntosh apples, peeled, cored, and thinly sliced
1/3 cup packed organic light brown sugar
1 tbsp blackstrap molasses
1 tbsp fresh lemon juice
3/4 teaspoon organic cinnamon, ground
2 tbsp organic unbleached all-purpose flour
Combine and fold together all filling ingredients except flour, in a bowl. Let sit for ten minutes. Mix in flour. Add filling to pie crust. Bake for 30 minutes.
1/2 cup organic unbleached all-purpose flour
1/3 cup organic old-fashioned rolled oats
1/4 cup packed organic light brown sugar
3/4 tsp organic cinnamon, ground
1/8 tsp sea salt
2 tbsp cold organic Earth Balance whipped buttery spread (or butter, if not vegan)
2 tbsp orange juice
1/8 cup coarsley chopped pecans
1/8 cup coarsley chopped walnuts
Toast nuts until lightly brown. Combine all dry ingredients except nuts, in a bowl. Add buttery spread, cutting in with fork until evenly dispersed. Add orange juice and nuts. Mix together.
Add topping to pie after it has finished baking for the 30 minutes mentioned above. Bake another 20 minutes.