Yo estoy decepcionada.

The other day in endocrine consult I saw a patient, thin, low BMI in fact, who had worked her whole life to maintain a healthy diet and exercise daily. And looking at her you'd never guess she was a mother of 4, you'd have to say she was successful. We had to tell her tests were showing results that would classify her as "pre-diabetic." She tried so hard to remain positive that even when tears started rolling down her cheeks her bright red lipstick was still turned up in a big unbelieving smile. She commented 'estoy decepcionada' (I'm disappointed). Watching her struggle is so frustrating because it's one of those times when life is so obviously not fair. I'm sure we've all been able to relate to her feelings of disappointment, frustration and deception. I myself am feeling it rather acutely at the moment. That frustration when you get thrown a cold fry for hard work and those that sometimes worked....when they felt like it...Big Mac on a silver platter. You can put it in perspective and tell the lady that perhaps she's now pre-diabetic, but if she hadn't worked so hard for so long not only would she probably be full-blown diabetic on insulin at this point but even worse may not have even gotten to meet her fourth child or worse she'd already be dead. But even perspective is hard to believe when disappointment has had the last say.

Here's some pictures from Thanksgiving:
Marlene, Morgane and I went for a jog/walk through Colomos to start the day.


Afterwards we stopped to enjoy the Japanese Gardens for a reflective moment.


They were excited about their first Thanksgiving: L to R: Me, Marlene, Morgane


Food table #1:



Food table #2: Jenn and her Turkey.


Drinks and desserts had their own separate tables. We had a lot of people, but were blessed with a lot of food. Plenty of leftovers for everyone to take some. We put some away. And still some left that the cleaning ladies are packing it all up into to go boxes to take with them. With the amount of food that Americans prepare and consume on this one day of the year, we could probably feed all 7 billion for that day. Could we try that? Could we feed the world instead of ourselves for a day?

....talk about one of life's unfairities. I was born into my family so I get to eat. You weren't so you don't. :( :(

Hasta!