

Women who love their high heels may already be aware of ‘emergency’ flats that roll up and fit inside a purse in order to be slipped onto tired feet the end of a long night of dancing. Two new companies in England have taken the concept a step further by selling their version of portable flats in vending machines at nightclubs.
Rollasoles sell for about GBP 5 and come in four colors: Hi Ho Silver, Gold Digger, and Back to Black and Pink. When tested in Oceana and Liquid nightclubs, the classic looking ballet quickly shoes sold out. Rollasoles is planning to introduce more vending machines and eventually branch out beyond the UK.
Afterheels are similar rollable ballet flats that also sell for about GBP 5 but have—according to the company—the added feature of being sustainable; the bodies of the shoes are made from natural materials and the polypropylene insoles are fully recyclable. Both Rollasoles and Afterheels are sold with a matching bag to carry their wearer's stilettos home. It’s hard to imagine a place where this kind of convenience wouldn’t appeal to female clubgoers.
Websites: www.rollasole.com — www.afterheels.com
I've never been much of a hat person, primarily because my freakishly large head doesn't really need anything else drawing attention to it. However, my mom has acquired quite the collection of hats over the last four months of chemo and radiation and is always looking for some interesting addition. I might have to get her a hat from GoldenHook, a Design-Your-Own-Knitted-Hat website. Oh sure, it's kind of cool because you can choose the hat style, the yarn (cashmere is the nicest for a bare head), color and pattern...but that's child's play. The best part is where you choose the grandmother who will do the knitting. Priceless!
Not than anyone's asking, but I think they should add a series of hot girlfriends who knit sweaters. I'm sure it would be all the rage on certain college campuses and some corporate campuses. You know the ones. 
A precious few times in everyone's life, there's a day that stands out above all others. For my neighbor in grad school, it was discovering an esoteric piece of information that advanced the treatment of whooping cough. For the spouse of a friend, it was selling that long-shot screenplay. For some, the birth of a child after years of trying. For others, the joyous trepidation of hanging their shingle as business owner.
For me, one of those shining jewels was today, the day my mother achieved remission from small cell lung cancer (SCLC)! Do you know the odds?
According to the National Cancer Institute, for most patients with SCLC the current treatments do not cure the cancer. E-Medicine reports that lung cancer is the leading cause of cancer deaths both in males and females in the United States. For SCLC the 5-year survival rate is 1-5%, and the overall median survival is about 6-10 months.
Did you read that? Go back and have another look. Hey, don't skip ahead - go read it again! My mom has always been pretty tough for a wee little bird.
The war isn't over but we're celebrating mightily the monumental battle won today. She went dancing tonight to celebrate, wearing a saucy outfit, a little mascara on her wild new-growth eyelashes, a portable oxygen tank and some crazy hat. Wigs are too hot and uncomfortable for dancing, of course. She'll enjoy a month with her mother in Florida, then it's back to treatment...this time, prophylactic radiation to the brain.
Thank you all for your positive thoughts, prayers, words of encouragement, and support in ways big and small. I'll be forever grateful.
This is long overdue, but I've determined that it's just too difficult to write on a regular basis about my mom's medical journey. Her privacy, the privacy of other family members, and my own emotional health just seem to preclude writing anything of substance or interest to others. I'll just stick to the facts:
Mom's spirits have been great, despite the obvious downside of chemo and radiation. She's had some fun with wigs, hats, and false eyelashes, and has even made it to a few ballroom dance lessons with an oxygen tank slung across her back.
Small cell lung cancer responds very well to chemo so a significant reduction in size and amount of cancer has already been attained. As a result, the two collapsed lobes of her right lung have been able to reinflate - and it didn't hurt as we feared it might! She's finished with the 33 radiation treatments. She completed 5 of the 6 cycles of chemo before her body stopped tolerating it, so she won't have the 6th one. When the body stops tolerating chemo it doesn't feel good, to say the least. With a blood transfusion and a red blood cell booster she's on her way to feeling better.
In about a month she'll have another scan to see what the situation is in her lungs: is it all gone for now, or not? Shortly thereafter she'll start brain radiation treatments for prophylactic purposes.
Fun, huh?
Two of my friends have quit smoking as a result of all this, and I couldn't be happier for them. Mom has been a non-smoker for four months now thanks to the miracle drug Chantix. Pass it on.
11. One of the wonderful things about being human is that there are so many facets to each individual's personality. I'm currently having a difficult time understanding the darker facets of someone in my life. It's a dilemna. How much Marilyn Manson does it take to overwhelm the Mozart, so to speak?
I'm amused that different people view me in such dramatically different ways. Here are a few that I've matched up:
high maintenance, earthy
type A, laid back
all business, artistic
compassionate, steamroller
social butterfly, content with my own company
It's true. I’m all of these and more, it just depends on the mood and the context. I am a Gemini, after all.
Oh yeah, I'm bored with writing about me, so the 25 Things project is over. Sorry, Facebook!