New beginnings and Old Ways

There are times when I love change and other times when it is so threatening. Chris took his interviews and feels very confused about how the first one went but we won't go into that. I don't know if he would feel comfortable there anyway, less like family more like military.

Then there is Vacaville. The night before he went to that interview he got a touch (ok full blown) stomach flu and was up all night, in a hotel room none the less. He had a 10am interview and feels really good about it considering he only got a few hours of restless sleep between trips to throw up. They are so family oriented and right up his ally for what he wants in a career. They are very pro-active and up to date on their material and guidelines for paramedics and expanding their fire department as the city and outskirts are growing.

It reminds me so much of Chico. It reminds Kelli, my best friend, of Chico too. You see she lives down there and with a living requirement of within 60 minutes we would be closer to eachother. This is something that we have had to overcome in the last 8 1/2 years that she has lived in the bay area.We have seen eachother more in the last year than any other time since we've lived apart. I love it.

that's the good part. Chris having his dream career, with a dream salary. Living closer to Kelli, my Aunt Sandy and Grandmother. Hopefully having some land or at least a yard big enough to have our own 4-H animals on. All great things.

The bad part. Being so far away from my parents and Chris's parents. The kids and Chris being away from Chris's brother B. The easy free babysitting. All our wonderful friends, the Stevens who have Abby and Ashlin that the boys have known all their lives. An awesome school. The Ludwigs who we clicked with immediately. The family at First Responder who I will miss so much every day. Our home. The home that we bought 7 1/2 years ago, brought our babies home to, painted the rooms what we wanted, made so many memories in. The thought of starting over somewhere is so scary and exhilarating at the same time.

On a different note, I went to the Think Pink presentation today downtown and Jackson got Grandma Karen a pink carnation. It was so cute.Think Pink is a great organization that helps women (or men) especially if they are under the age of 40 to get mammograms and ultrasounds and treatment if they find a lump or cancer and their insurance refuses to cover it because of their age. It happens, isn't that crazy. A woman has a higher chance of survival if diagnosed early but her insurance won't cover an ultrasound or mammagram if she's not within their standard age of diagnosis. I understand, I just had an ultrasound and had to fight tooth and nail, faxing Dr.'s notes and getting preapproval forms to even walk in the door of the radiology office. That is another reason I am so proactive. I've seen first hand what happens to women my age who find something. We are overlooked. I think I'd like to join the meetings as a volunteer but remember that I can't get done all the things I want and need to get done now. So that goes on the back burner for now. But some day...

Hopes and prayers for a cancer free tomorrow...