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News Flash: Riding With Lance Is Exhausting

The alarm sounded at 5:30 a.m., and my husband was soon pouring powder into his water bottles with the precision an alchemist uses to turn metal into gold.  Before the sun broke the sky, he was pedaling down the driveway and down the road to meet some of the 1,700 volunteers to begin his check-in with the other 2,200 riders for the180-mile, 2-day ride.

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We had thought the highlight of the event was listening to Gordon Gee’s Top Ten Questions for Lance Armstrong, including, “Where can I find one of those flapper things to put on the spokes of my bike?” and “Does road rash hurt, and can we give it to USC on September 12?” but there was still more to come.

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My husband’s admiration for the 7-time Tour De France Champion, cancer survivor, Lance Armstrong is as tight as the spokes welded into the wheels that spin around his bike. While Dave pedaled down the route, he felt a chill tingle down his spine when he heard the sirens of a police escort — he looked behind him, and there was the man… distinguishing looking in the classic Livestrong black and yellow, while a swarm of cyclists, his peloton, peddled around him. A quick glance around showed that the swarm of spectators had changed: these people carried a different kind of signage that clearly stated, “Lance! I want to marry you!” rather than the traditional “Go go go” and  “Thank you” signs that usually dot the course.

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Dave and his cycling buddy (and Ironman partner) Sean pedaled strong enough to ride in Lance’s peloton, with Lance in front. Over the next 20 miles Dave and Sean worked their way to the front of the pack. Both Dave and Sean were on opposite sides of Lance and talked to the man. (And to answer your question, Matthew McConaughey was not in town, and “everybody had already asked him that today.”)

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Sean decided to give Lance a courtesy pull at the 26 mph pace, while Dave gave Lance his heartfelt thanks for joining the riders with this fundraising event for cancer. (Pulling means, “blocking the wind” to make it easier for the riders to draft behind.) For the first 40 miles, Dave and Sean were able to keep pace with the peloton, but eventually, the pace became too hard to hold. Lance eventually pulled away with a smaller group of riders, while Dave and Sean pulled off the pack at 40 miles for a much-needed breather, as keeping pace with the world-class cyclist did take its toll. Just to put that pace in perspective, Dave and Sean finished the 100 miles (the first day’s mileage) in an impressive 5 hours; Lance finished in just under 4 hours and was 15 minutes ahead of any other riders. At the day’s finish, Lance was with about 8 riders until they approached the last big hill at the 56-mile mark until Lance pulled forward and left everyone in the dust.

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From there, Dave and Sean moved on to their next adventure: spending the night in the dorms, before the alarm went off at 5:15 for the next day’s ride.

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Dave says it’s easier to ride the distance, knowing he’s on his way to bringing $4,000 to the fight against Leukemia, while the Peolotonia brings in $4 million to end cancer.

Thank you to my friends who surprised Dave with a donation… for some of you, this was the first I knew you even read this blog. Thanks again.

First Day Haiku

With your baby face

held high and a beaming grin,

you marched off to school.

On your BIRTHDAY,

carrying news, “Grandpa is fine,”

inside of your heart.

We brought Popsicles

in a blue cooler to share,

sixteen boys and five girls

for this class of — geesh!

it’s 2022!

(How old will I be?!)

While you played skunk tag,

in gym, and made a tree from

construction paper,

(Why didn’t I cry???)

I wrapped your presents for you

and fell into sleep…

gathering my strength

to heal from the outpatient

procedure that left

my gum in stitches.

I did some yoga

free class, on yogatoday

and took a deep breath.

Gathering my strength

to listen to Lance Armstrong

talk about The Ride.

No, I didn’t cry

but at the end, I paused when

you stood on the step

in your birthday crown.

As your brother reached over

and tenderly gave

your ear a small squeeze.

And I noticed something else –

Your brother’s eyes

were so full of pride.

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Happy Birthday Little Guy!

 

Under the Knife

I looked at my friend blankly when she posed the questions. Tough questions that could only be asked by a friend who knows that if she did pinch a nerve, she could handle any fallout that would come as a result of my response. Questions I wouldn’t be able to stand for if I had not already survived the news of my mom’s sudden pneumonia, the prognosis that “she probably won’t make it,” the denial and the acceptance and the reality of living with the words, “Yes, the doctors were right. My mom did die of pneumonia.”

My brain had no answers when she fired off the questions, “How do you feel knowing that this cancer might just get your dad, and then you could be parentless?” Before that one sunk in, she came off with another one “How will this change the way you act around holidays?” and “Do you think that something is trying to come in and cut his life short?” “How do you feel about that?”

I had no answers. The truth is, I am not worried. The doctors said this is an easy surgery; they will cut out the cancer on Thursday, and that’s it. No radiation, no chemo. Done. The recovery from the surgery will be difficult, yes that’s expected. This I know: Those gleaming blue eyes are meant to stay on this earth, and guide me through many more years. This I know. I’m grateful for that knife that will cut this cancer out of his body; and my Dad gone, is an inconceivable thought. Plus, he’s eating those cancer-fighting raw red peppers, just like his doctor ordered.

These thoughts are from the same vein of confidence (or is it denial) I carried into my mother’s illness, just a few years ago, when they carefully spelled out the words, your Mom will die of pneumonia. She will not die. Who dies of pneumonia in 2005? Look at all of this medicine. Look at all of these tubes carrying antibiotics into her body. Are you crazy? My Mom will be here for years to come.

Death snuck in through the door that was standing wide open, and I refused to look.

My friend is looking from the outside in, with her parents both still alive and healthy. She has answered these questions upside down, from the trials in her own life. Yet, she wants to what it is like to loose a parent, and what it’s like to live with the possibility of loosing a parent. How do you live with that knowledge?

It’s not a how, it’s a place. I wish I could hold her hand and take her there, and show her, but I cannot. I cannot prepare her. But, for my friend, I would love to give her the comfort of letting her know, that yes, you can live there, comfortably.

But, I simply looked at my friend and said, “I haven’t even begun to think through those things. The kids are starting school, I’ve been buying school supplies, buying clothes and socks for them, doing laundry, and getting the house in order. I haven’t had time to think, and when I put my head on the pillow, sleep comes within seconds. ”

But she did pinch a nerve. Why am I not thinking of those things? Maybe I should be?

But the knife is going in. On August 27, 2009, the knife is going in to cut out the cancer. I’ve known about this date since early June, and in the back of my mind, it’s played a steady beat… Dad will be OK on August 27. And then, on August 29, my husband will ride his bike for 180 miles for Pelotonia and help raise money for  The James Cancer Research. For his Dad, and my Dad. We’re going to beat this… we’re all going to beat this. Everything will be all right. The knife will do its job.

An easier fried zucchini

Fried zucchini is scrumptious, but time-consuming. The long fat zucchinis, as one reader calls them, the ones that “got away”, make great sliced discs, perfect for frying.

From a time standpoint, fried zucchini is, really, a summer time delicacy. The time required to slice those zucchinis into paper-thin discs, (grandma always says, the thinner the better) and bread them in the mixture of egg/milk and flour and salt takes a lot of time from a summer afternoon.

On a whim, I decided to cut out that slicing and breading step by grating the zucchini, just as you would grate zucchini to use in a recipe for bread or cookies.

Once I had the zucchini all grated, (grating a zucchini is easy… it’s soft, and requires almost no effort, and it’s fast) I mixed in a mixture of:
1 egg
2 tablespoons milk
Dash of sea salt

I mixed thoroughly.
Then I delicately added ¾ flour on top. I barely mixed this, as I wanted the flour to coat the zucchini, rather than make a batter.

When the skillet was hot, I added a couple of tablespoons of olive oil, and I dropped the zucchini mixture by spoonfuls onto the pan and fried them just like potato pancakes.

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Once one side was nice and golden, I flipped the zucchini, and added grated Parmesan cheese on top to melt on each zucchini bundle.

This method does not work, by the way, for fried green tomatoes… I tried…they need to cook more than a zucchini, and grating causes them to get bunched up and do not fry very well this way. So follow grandma’s advice for green tomatoes… the thinner the slices, the better.

So, there you have fried zucchinis without all the extra work and fuss.

Plus, there’s a bonus to this fried zucchini method. You can go ahead and grate the fresh zucchinis from your garden, (or the cheap ones that are available right now in the produce section) and throw the grated zucchini into a zip lock bag into your freezer to use this winter for breads, cookies, and of course, this fried zucchini method.

Air

The boys  took over 1,000

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photos in less than an

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hour of each other on the

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wakeboard. Their challenge was to

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narrow their collection of

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to these.

The Opening

The kids love to snack on sunflower seeds, and because seeds are cheap, I decided to plant, for the first time in my life, sunflowers. I was a bit unprepared for their showy, spectacular opening.

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Every morning for about a week, the boys would tug

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at my arm, and yell,

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“Grab your camera! Look at the sunflowers today!”

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