Commemorating my children’s milestones has always included taking tons of photographs. I have boxes of them in the basement waiting to be assembled in albums. When they went to college, I framed and hung their first day of school pictures in our upstairs hall. I always smile when I see their eager young faces.
To me, my children are a miracle and I am grateful. Not just because they are amazing, but because I was hospitalized with both of them.
Kelly was positioned face up and I went through horrible back labor. My body fought hard against giving birth to him. It was eighteen hours before I reached four centimeters effaced which is the golden measurement for receiving an epidural anesthetic. Once I could finally relax, I progressed quickly. When he crowned, I had nothing left, no energy at all. My doctor said I wasn’t pushing hard enough and he threatened to perform a Cesarean section. I begged him to give me another chance. I asked Danny to play the cassette tape I brought. Minutes later, Kelly was born to the sounds of Oingo Boingo. Danny filmed the birth. The mirror reflected the overhead fluorescents onto my hooha and the doctor pulled Kelly out of a heavenly white light.
Hours later, I awoke to a crazy strong heart palpitation. Doctors and nurses rushed me to the cardiac care unit thinking I’d had a heart attack. Continue reading
Last summer was WILD! After my double mastectomy, I had restrictions and limitations. My doctors expedited the process so my husband Danny and I could fly to Barcelona, Spain. We picked up our daughter Courtney from her Study Abroad program and drove to France.
While in Paris, we took a bike tour through the heart of the city. Courtney had traveled there with her friends a few weekends earlier and found the tour to be the highlight of her visit.
The fact that I took these photographs outside the Louvre weeks after major surgery reflects the power each body has to heal itself. They also remind me of the courage and strength of my daughter.
While studying in Spain, Courtney contracted tonsillitis. That weekend, the rest of the students in her apartment traveled to the South of France. She stayed home with a high fever, a painful sore throat and wasn’t able to keep any food down. Of course, I was freaking out from thousands of miles away. She dressed and hailed a taxi to the nearest doctor’s office. Without speaking Catalon, the doctor examined her and wrote a prescription. She found a pharmacy, taxied back home and took care of herself. Continue reading
It’s 2014! We all want to start the year on the right foot. Yes? Well, let’s do it. Are you ready to dance? I am!
DJ K-Smash is spinning and the crowd is ready to rage.
Yep. Another Use Me and Abuse Me Day starts tomorrow, Jan. 2nd, at 6:30 in the morning and will roll through the weekend! Bring ONE link to your favorite blog post from 2013. Leave your url in my comment section and then click on a couple. They will click back to your place! Tell them Susie sent you. This is all about YOU making a connection.
Maybe you’ll hit it off and they’ll subscribe to your blog!
2013 taught me that community is everything. Bloggers are real people who care. I have made some of the most wonderful friends through this blogging thing. My wish for 2014 is you meet some of my friends too!
Happy New Year! See you tomorrow. Bring your dancing shoes…
I love the spooky month of October. Shadows creep across the path as days grow short. The groan of wind through desiccating leaves sends a death rattle from above. It swoops down and slides its skeletal fingers along my backbone. I pull my sweater tight.
By signing up for a Haunted Tour of Breckenridge, I experienced all of this and more… Continue reading
Do you tense before being pricked by a hypodermic needle? You know it’s going to hurt, so you brace yourself. When I participated in the Polar Plunge on New Year’s Day, I stood in line tense and shivering. I had imagined it would hurt to hit the icy water, but I knew I could do it.
Having been through a double mastectomy, I know what it’s like to take the needle and wake up in icy water. Wednesday, my reconstructive surgeon will remove the hard expanders, open up the interior pockets inside my chest wall and sew them closer together. Then the soft silicone implants will be stitched into place. Yes. I’ve been tense all week.
After I splashed out of the frigid water, I dressed and ran for the car. My husband Danny blasted the heat. I took a long hot shower when I got home, but it took hours before I stopped shivering. Continue reading
Rockin’ out Parisian Style!
It’s time once again to Use Me and Abuse Me, so lets get this party started! Yeah baby! The idea is to come and mingle with the guests, introduce yourself and pick up some new followers.
The trick with building a community is finding the people behind the gravatars. They’re there. I know. I’ve met several in person! When building any relationship, communication is key to success. In blogging, we communicate through our posts and comments. I have made a lot of real friendships here on the Wild Ride and so can you!
So come by with ONE link to a blog post and paste it in the comment section. Two will put you in my spam filter and I hate when I have to stop dancing to fish guests out of my filter. It’s so embarrassing… Continue reading
Thank you so much for the support, positive thoughts and prayers. I have been overwhelmed by your kind comments and blog shout outs and appreciate every one of them!
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When it finally sunk in that I have breast cancer, I realized my name would soon have the attachment, breast cancer survivor. When other women have been introduced that way, it has always intimidated me. I mean, what had I survived in comparison?
“This is my friend Janie. She’s a breast cancer survivor.”
I would rack my brain and think to myself, “I’m Susie Lindau. I am a yeast infection survivor.”
The most horrible reality to all of this is that cancer will always be associated with my name. Sheesh! I am a Wild Rider. I am an upbeat and happy person. I don’t want this heavy mantle hanging over my shoulders.
I figure that if I can’t change the fact that I have cancer, I can try to change the way people think about it.
For one thing, my breasts and the subsequent testing continue to have their funny moments. Continue reading
Frolicking in the snow last year.
It is time for another Use Me and Abuse Me Day here on the Wild Ride. This is my way of thanking all of you for reading my blog. It is like having a huge party so all my friends can meet each other!
This is your chance to pick up a few new friends and gain some new subscribers. Abuse me by bringing ONE link to your blog post. If you bring two, you will end up in Spam Prison. Pick an article you think everyone will enjoy reading. After pasting it, write a small hook to entice us to your
If you have a video or book to promote, go for it!
Feel free to introduce yourself to others in my comment section. Say, “Hello! You seem pretty cool! Do you mind if I stop by your place and check it out?” You know what the answer will be. “Of course! Make yourself at home.”
Subscribe to a few blogs and they may subscribe to yours. Tell them, “Susie sent me.” Continue reading