In my last post, I described
the nine blogs that my daughters and I had initiated over the past decade or
so, giving links to each of them with a brief description. As I also mentioned, I want to continue
giving a feel for how these blogs read by sampling each of them. Since, excluding the one you are reading now,
there are eight blogs, I am going to split this sampling in two, posting four
here and four in a future post.
As I post the first four,
I’m delighted by the diversity that these blogs portray. Maura Northen Madden
writes about her first experience with chemotherapy and radiation treatment.
Melissa Northen Cotter describes what it is like for first time parents to try
camping with an infant. Maya Northen
Augelli describes a trip as well but this one to Zimbabwe. Michael Northen
(yours truly) tells about attending a reading by the late poet and playwright
David Simpson.
Maura Northen Madden – from Staying
(mostly) Upbeat
“First Treatment”
I had my first Chemotherapy
treatment and my first Radiation treatment yesterday. All in all, it went
pretty smoothly. The radiation will take a bit longer on Mondays because
there is extra “positioning” and doctor reviews at the beginning of the week.
The radiation seems like it will be a cinch. I just change my pants
(no zippers allowed), lay on the table, wait 5-10 minutes, change back to my
street clothes and head on my merry way.
The radiation seems like it will be
a bit more time-consuming. Fortunately, I only need to get hooked up on
Mondays. I have to get blood tests then sit there and wait for the tests
to come back. Then they give the order to mix my special concoction in
the pharmacy. I wait for a while for that to arrive. Then the nurse
hooks me up and I am on my merry way.
So far, the worst thing is the bulk
of the fanny pack. Plus, I cannot shower while I have it, so sponge baths
only Monday through Friday. I am well aware that these are small
inconveniences and that I am fortunate for all these marvels of modern
medicine. But, it still does not mean I cannot be a bit grumpy about
lugging this pack around (with greasy hair) for the next five weeks.
Fortunately, the Oncologist does not
expect that I will have too many side effects from the Chemo. I have
pills for nausea on standby, but have not yet had to use them. She
anticipates that my hair will get brittle and thin, but will not fall out.
I hope that she is right about that. I guess I just have to wait
and see what comes next…
(To find out what does come next
check back in at the blog home page https://mauraupdates.wordpress.com/2013/06/)
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Melissa Cotter Northen– from Swell
Notes
“Fourth of July
Camping”
Yesterday,
we dusted off our gear to prepare for our first family camping trip in 2 years.
We love to camp. It is sad to think that it has been this long
since our last trip. Okay, that isn't quite accurate. My husband
and I love to camp, my children love to eat marshmallows. This is why we
have not been camping in 2 years.
When Amelia was 6 months old, we took her camping.
We packed and planned as we always did.
- 1
two person tent, two sleeping bags
- 2
vizsla dogs
- minimal
clothes
- hiking
gear
- small
camp stove
- compact
food
- random
survival essentails
Of course, we added in Amelia's clothes, diapers,
a few small toys, an infant carrier and bedding. It sounded so simple.
The baby would enjoy the fresh air, sleeping close to her parents and
watching the dogs frolic around the campsite. The reality didn't follow
the dream. The baby cried. No, not cried, she screamed. She
screamed in the car. She screamed while we unloaded and set up, she
screamed while we (tag team) ate. At home, my salvation had always been
taking Amelia for a walk. So, around nap time, we strapped her in to our
Kelty carrier and set off for a hike. She screamed for 3 miles until we
gave up and turned around. She finally fell asleep about a mile from our
site. This was not camping.
Two years and one child later, we went on a group
family camping trip (maybe some of you were there with us?). Having
giving up the notion that we were authentic campers anymore, we came prepared.
We brought everything listed above and...
(The saga continues at http://swellnotes.blogspot.com/2011/07/forth-of-july-camping.html)
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Maya Northen Augelli – from Chimera
Travel Blog,
“Why I Went to Zimbabwe”
My most recent blogs have featured
destinations that most others aren’t – either destinations I’ve visited, or
want to, that I feel are worth sharing with others. Last year, I went to
southern Africa for 16 days and I couldn’t pass up the chance to go to Victoria
Falls, Zimbabwe.
Victoria Falls can be seen from
both Zambia and Zimbabwe. Given the fact that Zimbabwe’s currency has fallen to
the point that it’s no longer accepted even in it’s own country, and that the
nation has suffered more than its share of political turmoil, most people would
opt to see the Falls via Zambia.
My family, however, decided to go
to Zimbabwe. Why chance it? First, I feel one has to separate the country’s
politics and domestic turmoil with the way they treat foreigners. I’ve been
given this respect when traveling to countries that didn’t like American
politics and I like to do the same for others. Despite all of the hardship
Zimbabwe has undergone, there had not, at least near the time that we were
traveling, been an issue with trouble or violence towards visitors. We
suspected, and were proven correct, that the locals loved having us there.
After all, for a country whose currency is no longer legitimate, having
Americans spending their comparatively strong currency must make them ecstatic
(it did)!
(There was much more to Zimbabwe. Read about it at http://chimera-travel.com/blog/2010/09/22/why-i-went-to-zimbabwe/)
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Michael Northen – from Dispoet
“David Simpson: The Way Love Comes to Me”
It is rare to
come away from a book launch somehow feeling a little bit better about
humanity, but that was my experience last night attending the first
public outing for David Simpson’s collection of poetry, The Way Love Comes
to Me. Those who know Dave Simpson’s work – which is probably most
people likely to be reading this - know that he and his twin brother Dan, both
poets and musicians, were born blind. Several years ago they combined
their work to produce a CD called, straightforwardly enough, Audio Chapbook,
but the volume being shown off last night was Dave’s first published print book
of poetry.
Dave sat at a table in the front of the room,
flanked on either side by poets Molly Peacock and Ona Gritz whose combined
efforts had helped to see Dave’s book come to life through Mutual Muse Press.
The line forming to have Dave sign books stretched back to the entrance
of the room in Avianna restaurant where the event was held. Though the
room was humming with activity, Dave knew just about every person who came up
to have a book signed and told Ona what he wanted written down for each person
as she signed the books for him. Dan, who was serving as emcee for the
evening announced, after several attempts to break through all the conversation
of the writers, musicians and lifelong friends, that Dave would be reading for
twenty minutes or so at about 7:30. Dan himself was surrounded by people
who came up to ask him about his own upcoming book.
(See more about David Simpson’s reading at http://dispoet.blogspot.com/2014/10/david-simpson-way-love-comes-to-me.html
)
In the next post, I will bring in excerpts from the
remaining four blogs.