Archive for September, 2010

September 30, 2010

The Roll Call of Honor and Remembrance

When I decided to do the 3-day in 2004, it was to honor my first boss, Nancy McCord. Nancy died of breast cancer. Nancy was a Smithie and she had taught me so much during the years I worked for her. Once I left working for her, I never properly thanked her for all she had done for me, but moved forward with the impudence of youth. I walked in 2004  to pay my respects and repay my debt to Nancy.

As Ellie and I prepare for our walk in 2010, we have compiled a list of those people in whose honor and in whose memory we walk. These are brave women who fought the fear and devastation of breast cancer. Some of these women won their fight and have continued to live their lives with thankfulness and some of these women lost their fight and live on in our memories.

We are walking to honor these women and to help insure that someday we will all live in a world where the fear and ravages of breast cancer will no longer exist.

Roll Call of Honor

Kay Crawford * Betsy Boyle *

Irene Spielman Hodge* Angelique L’Amour *

Candace Eisner Strick * Rita Bodett *

Carol Kiser * Phyllis Frost *

Terry O’Shea

Roll Call of Remembrance

Kathy Hale * Sarah Greenspan Eisner *

Nancy McCord * Christina Figel *

Inge Frischer *

Honorary Walkers*

Barb Burg * Bobbie Isserman *

Elaine Shapiro

*supporters who struggle with their own health issues

September 30, 2010

Bobbie’s Girls

This is a difficult post to write. I have thought about what I want to say and how I want to say it for many weeks. I will never do justice to what I am trying to express in this post. Ellie and I have decided to change the name of our team. Originally, we had chosen the name Team Frost with a plan in mind. No, we weren’t striving for tremendous originality, we had decided that we would allow the highest donor to name our team and “Team Frost” was chosen as a placeholder. However, we have decided to change that plan and we are re-naming our team in the memory of one of the bravest and most remarkable women either of us have ever known.

On July 12th this year my mother, Bobbie Isserman, died. Bobbie’s last weeks were spent in the ICU where she continued to battle for her life with a tenaciousness, courage and grace few people could ever hope to match. Bobbie’s last decade of life was marked by those same qualities. Having been diagnosed with cancer of the jaw in the fall of 1999, Bobbie braved jaw reconstruction, chemo and radiation and a subsequent surgery. Ultimately, Bobbie overcame the cancer which had infiltrated her jaw, but her health was forever ravaged by the effects of the radiation and the chemo. She had trouble chewing, swallowing and eating. She suffered from a damaged circulatory system which was further impacted by a previously-existing heart condition. Throughout her physical ordeals, Bobbie refused to have let her life be ruled by pain or to allow her health issues to impact her quality of life. She never complained and rarely bemoaned the issues she dealt with daily. She would observe that “being alive beat the hell out of the alternative”.

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September 24, 2010

Rye Brook Westmore News: Rye Brook mother and daughter walking 60 miles to battle cancer

Rye Brook Westmore News: Rye Brook mother and daughter walking 60 miles to battle cancer.

September 23, 2010

The Pink Glove Dance

Join us in a few moments of celebration for all that has been accomplished. This makes me hopeful that we can all make a difference working together.

Get up and join Ellie and me in a pink glove happy dance!!

September 15, 2010

The Few, The Proud…the family of a Marine

The summer has sped by all too fast. I love the warm weather and sun. I love living with the windows wide open and the breezes blowing through the house. I love the long days and the sun coming up early in the morning. I have watched the weeks progress through the summer with half my mind on enjoyment and the other half dreading the end of summer. There has been one event, however, which has ameliorated any distress about the end of summer. That event has been Alex’s September 10th graduation from boot camp on Parris Island.

Marine boot camp is thirteen grueling weeks of training. Training is broken into three phases. The first phase is the most hellish. Recruits are subjected to torrents of abuse and heavy physical activity. The point is to get each indivitual to stop thinking about themselves and to become a part of a team, to think of the group and not one’s own wants and desires. The second phase is focused on skills training including marksmanship and riflery. The third phase wraps up all previous work and implements what the recruits have learned. Boot camp culminates with the Crucible–54 hours of sleep and food deprivation and physical challenges dependent upon teamwork. Once a recruit has finished the Crucible, they are technically a Marine. The Crucible concludes with a ceremony where each recruit is presented with his Eagle, Globe and Anchor by his Senior Drill Instructor.

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September 13, 2010

Busman’s Holiday

Four weeks to go before the big walk! I have been training very regularly. Now that school has started, many of my walks are solo walks once again. My team mate is back in school and running cross country so her days are long. I think she is probably getting in shape with cross country. At any rate, I hope so. We still walk together on the weekends. She doesn’t have the stamina I have, but I expect when push comes to shove her innate fortitude will kick in. Ellie has always been tough. She has played basketball with a broken finger and displayed physical fortitude in many other ways.

A few weeks ago, I started listening to audiobooks when I walk. Now, many poeple who know me know that I have had something to do with audiobooks in my career. Quite a long history with audio, although I wasn’t always an avid listener. I didn’t have a commute by car, tended to be on public transportation and was never a big ipod user. In any case, it occured to me that long hours spend walking through the countryside or on city streets could be tons more entertaining if I could listen to a good book.

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