A few weeks ago I spoke to a very professional group of real estate agents on "Changing Perspectives...FHA is SO 2010!" A class based upon reevaluating conventional mortgage insurance as a way to drive new business. I began this class with two questions... "How many of you think that the real estate market is incredibly tough?" Most hands raised in the room. I also asked, "Has anyone ever just thought about giving up, that it may not be worth it?" Still, hands remained, even in this this room of successful and career agents. I agreed, especially in this past year, where I felt that enough was enough. I mean, the AZ mortgage and real estate market, the political landscape and if that weren't enough...breast cancer? Just like many others, I have had my "bad" days, my "feel sorry for me because I have things so tough" days. But as I told those in class, a change in my perspective was needed.
A few days prior I had a "Doctor Day", a day that my husband and I spent most of our time at doctor's appointments. Those days are more difficult as both of us work and it is challenging to get everything done.
Our first appointment was with my plastic surgeon, William Leighton, who made a name for himself in his field many years ago, but more recent his infamy came from the fact that he was the plastic surgeon to former Phoenix police officer Jason Schechterly, who was severely burned after his police cruiser blew up.
Usually, we would be done and on to the next appointment in less than 30 minutes. But that day, we were informed that Dr. Leighton would be a few minutes late as he had an emergency he had to handle in the office. As we waited, the stress of the delay began. Again, the nurses came out to apologize for the delay, and we waited. At this point, my husband and I unexpectedly had both been away from our phones and computers for close to an hour and my patience for this "emergency" had long gone and now my concern for making my next appointment grew. When the nurse finally said he would see me, I passed the "emergency" woman in the hall. She had her head wrapped, but you could see the visible stitches around her eyes and nose and the obvious swell and bruises you would expect from facial surgery.
As PJ and I walked in to the exam room, I turned to him and spitefully said, "Seriously...a face lift? That was the emergency???" And in my self-absorbed brain, I thought, really?? I have cancer and I have so much to get done in such a small amount of time, things are so hard, and it's the end of the month and clients are getting upset and stressed, now I'm going to be late for the next doctor and I am never going to get everything done!
But Dr. Leighton came right in and apologized for the delay and, before I could stop myself I said, "So...did a stitch break in her face lift?" But what I heard next will forever be a reminder to me that sometimes our perspective may be wrong, and we are in control to change it.
Dr. Leighton said to me, "Oh, I have to tell you about that woman, she is so incredible." He told us a story about how he had missed a flight, and while he was stuck waiting he happened to sit next to this woman who had severe burns all over her face. They chatted and he finally asked her what had happened. She described how her family returned from vacation and she went to start dinner. With her children in tow, she went to the kitchen and turned on the stove. Unbeknownst to her, the regulator had broken and the stove blew up in their faces. One child was sent to Shriner's in Boston, the other in Houston and she was treated at home in Tucson. Amazed by her story, Dr. Leighton asked her how many more surgeries she had left, but to his surprise she said, "Oh no, I am done. We have tapped out our insurance and they won't pay anymore." So he gave her his card and told her, "When you get back home, call me."
I already felt horrible for my terrible attitude and outlook that I possessed just minutes earlier, but Dr. Leighton continued. This woman did in fact call and as he put it, "it was the coolest thing!" He used "expanders", just like I have now, but he put them in her neck to stretch her skin enough to be able to cut away the burn and pull her new "expanded" skin up to be stitched under her eyes, ears and mouth, hence why she looked as if she had a face lift. He excitedly continued, as if I could not feel worse, that he had been able to get the expander company, the hospital, the anesthesiologist and of course himself to donate their time and facilities to help this woman he met solely because he had missed his flight. He told us her bandages had been removed the day before but one of her stitches that held up her cheek broke, thus the emergency that morning.
So I sat there, uncomfortable and sore as the doctor injected saline into my own expanders to stretch my skin enough to eventually hold the implants in place and I thought about how good I had it. I was embarrassed about how quick I had let such insignificant irritants affect my entire mood. It was so easy to fall into the "poor me" negativity and attitude. At that moment, however, my perspective changed. I sat there and thought about how much a delayed flight had meant to this woman's life, and how incredibly lucky I was.
Understand that what I have endured has not been easy. Breast cancer is difficult. There are horrible days. Days that I don't get out of bed or want to. It made me sick. It continues to hurt. It forced me to think about things that I don't want to have to think about. It has been very hard for my supportive family. My husband should be the one with the moniker of "Survivor" for all he has had to go through. But that morning while I sat at my surgeon's office, I realized how much good I had around me. I was given the chance to have my perspective changed, and I took it.
We face so many challenges in life; at home, at work, the aggravations seem so important and horrible that we evaluate everything from that viewpoint. Yet, somehow we survived. When I look back, I see so many of my struggles were temporary. They were just bumps in the road. Granted, some bumps have felt like my muffler was ripped off, but bumps just the same. Nonetheless, as hard as it was to see through these difficulties, I should have used those occasions to find opportunities, to learn, to grow, to prosper and often to impact others in positive ways.
So I make this challenge to each of you as I did to the real estate group that day. How can you change your perspective to recognize hidden opportunities for good? With so many difficulties that surround us day to day, I believe we can make an impact in our personal and professional lives with even the slightest change in our perspective.
I hope you have a great and prosperous weekend. Please let me know if I can be of assistance to you or your clients.
A Life-Preserver for Those with Underwater Mortgages
Is This for Real? Understanding the Options to Refinance
The Federal Housing Finance Agency (FHFA), with Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, had announced a series of changes to the Home Affordable Refinance Program (HARP) in an effort to attract more eligible borrowers who can benefit from refinancing their home mortgage, ie those homeowner's who are "underwater" by more than 125%. HARP 2.0 as it has been aptly named, has the potential to help thousands of homeowner's in Arizona who can afford their homes and who have made their payments and who could free up cash-flow through a refinance.
Although lenders are not expected to be able to offer the program (through the Automated Underwriting System) until December 1, guidelines detailing the program have been promised on November 15th by the agencies. One thing to remember is based upon earlier details...YOU ARE NOT REQUIRED TO REFINANCE THROUGH YOUR CURRENT SERVICER. The expectation of the industry is that Arizona will be a major recipient of those who intend to use the program, so my suggestion is to contact me as soon as possible with your contact information and address to make sure you are in line before the pipelines get clogged. Your current loan MUST be a FNMA or FHLMC owned loan originated prior to May 31, 2009 to qualify for this program.
But don't forget that if you or your clients have an FHA or VA loan that is underwater, there are also programs available that do not require appraisals that take advantage of the low interest rates.
Ha Ha
Forest Gump had a near-death experience that changed him forever. He went horseback riding one day and everything was going fine until the horse started bouncing out of control. He tried with all his might to hang on, but was thrown off. Just when things could not possibly get any worse, his foot became caught in the stirrup. When this happened, he fell head first to the ground. His head continued to bounce harder as the horse would not stop or even slow down. Just as he was giving up hope and losing consciousness ... a thoughtful K-Mart manager came out and pulled the plug.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
The Hand and The Glove and What the VA???
For the past several months I have had the extraordinary pleasure of teaching Sunday school to a remarkable group of 14-15 year old girls at our church. Ironically, the Sunday that proceeded my surgery the lesson was to teach these girls about how each individual is divine and eternal. Basically, it was the standard "what is beautiful on the inside is what is important." Yet this was a profound learning experience to me and somewhat apropos in that the following Friday I would endure a surgery that would, by all accounts, disfigure my body at least we hoped for the short term. My daughter Elli, who is way beyond her 11 years, found the object lesson that I used to relate to the girls, particularly interesting.
The lesson called for several different varieties of gloves, i.e., work gloves, leather gloves, bike gloves, winter gloves etc. Each girl was asked to put on a different glove and tell the purpose of that glove to the group; the consensus being that no matter the glove chosen the only purpose of that glove is to protect and cover the hand. You see, without the hand, the glove has no function, no objective. In other words, what is on the inside is really the part that matters, not at all what covers it on the outside. So no matter what the glove looked like, how pretty, how utile, or how many bells and whistles it had, without the hand underneath, the glove was without usefulness. I guess what they say about "be careful what you wish for" is an understatement because I very much wanted my daughter to understand this concept
It has been a particularly tough few weeks at my house. As chemo ended, one would think the effects would end as well. So just tuck this little nugget of knowledge away for future reference...it's not the case. The neuropathy is still hanging in there and in a cruel joke, there are areas of my hands and feet that actually look and feel as if I have burned myself from the inside out, complete with the dryness, the darkening spots and let's not forget the peeling of the dead skin. If that weren't enough, as an added bonus, my eyebrows and eyelashes waited until AFTER I finished chemo to fall out. So with my fuzzy head and my hairless face and if I walk with a slight limp, I could easily pass for Marty Feldman in his role as Igor in Mel Brooks, "Young Frankenstein."
In addition to these lovely treats, I am home from a bi-lateral mastectomy, with its accompanying wounds and scarring, so I have to say I have been a tad self-conscious. It seems every day as I get up and look in the mirror and my smile starts to fade as the reality of my current juncture of life looks back at me, without fail, there stands my 11 year old reminding me..."It's not about the glove, Mom, it's about the hand."
What can I say, my preference would obviously be an exquisite pair of cashmere lined Italian leather gloves at this point in my life, but as my articulate and intelligent daughter points out, the worn out, weathered ill-fitting work gloves that I have been given have done its job because these gloves made sure they fulfilled their purpose...to protect what is on the inside. In fact these gloves worked overtime to make sure I was reminded about the real importance of the "hand."
What a lesson I have learned about the importance of what's on the inside. The graciousness of those who hardly knew me and some that didn't know me at all, took the time to go out of their way to make me feel special. The customers and clients who knew of my struggles continued to support me even with the knowledge that there might be small trials along the way. Business professionals who knew that a phone call and a desire to do what was right meant more than the easy way out...no matter how hard that phone call was to make. Those who just took the time to say hello and that they have been thinking of me. Those who went the extra mile to help someone in need even when it meant some sacrifice on their part.
A mink fur, hot pink imported designer glove would be great, but without the correct hand underneath, it will not do any of these things that really are important. They don't go out of their way to try to make your life better without regard to how it benefits theirs. I hope I have learned to make sure I put my best "hand" forward, in all I do. Wayne Dyer reminds us, "I cannot always control what goes on outside. But I can always control what goes on inside."
Professionally I think am faced with this concept all the time. Where do I want to refer my business? Who do I want to do business with? Does the flash matter? Is it the latest and greatest trend that I want to chase after or is it the one who through all the easy and tough times works to make sure the job gets done? Do I give my best and do what is right through the good and the bad times?
Although the glove I wear right now might not be my first choice, it is worn and it is tattered yet I feel so lucky. I am alive and on the mend. My pathology reports from surgery have confirmed very excellent results. The invasive cancer was minimal, only one of my lymph nodes of the 11 taken was positive for cancer, which was successfully killed by the chemo and finally the large mass of DCIS (ductal carcinoma in situ) was removed. Although the pain of surgery still remains and will continue for a while, I have been given good drugs...ha ha... and there will only be a very small area where radiation will be required. I guess these old work gloves are the ones I needed and I will hold thems close tomy heart.
Thank you again for your continued inspiration and especially your support and business and I hope you have a GREAT week.
Amy
The VA Changes it's Funding Fee, then changes it again and then again...
Loan Fee Structure for VA-Guaranteed Loans
The President signed HR 2646, Veterans Health Facilities Act Capital Improvement Act of 2011 on October 5, 2011.
The bill included a provision resulting in the VA Funding Fees reverting to the same rates that existed prior to the announcement October 1, 2011 for loans closed October 6, 2011 through and including November 17, 2011.
For simplification of what the funding fee is based upon closing dates I have incuded a VA FUNDING FEE CHART here.
Possibility of Future Funding Fee Changes. VA believes it likely that Congress will pass other legislation in the coming weeks that will make additional changes to the funding fee structure. Should this occur, VA will immediately publish a notice on www.benefits.va.gov/homeloans
Ha Ha
If you want to know more about paranoids, follow them around.
The lesson called for several different varieties of gloves, i.e., work gloves, leather gloves, bike gloves, winter gloves etc. Each girl was asked to put on a different glove and tell the purpose of that glove to the group; the consensus being that no matter the glove chosen the only purpose of that glove is to protect and cover the hand. You see, without the hand, the glove has no function, no objective. In other words, what is on the inside is really the part that matters, not at all what covers it on the outside. So no matter what the glove looked like, how pretty, how utile, or how many bells and whistles it had, without the hand underneath, the glove was without usefulness. I guess what they say about "be careful what you wish for" is an understatement because I very much wanted my daughter to understand this concept
It has been a particularly tough few weeks at my house. As chemo ended, one would think the effects would end as well. So just tuck this little nugget of knowledge away for future reference...it's not the case. The neuropathy is still hanging in there and in a cruel joke, there are areas of my hands and feet that actually look and feel as if I have burned myself from the inside out, complete with the dryness, the darkening spots and let's not forget the peeling of the dead skin. If that weren't enough, as an added bonus, my eyebrows and eyelashes waited until AFTER I finished chemo to fall out. So with my fuzzy head and my hairless face and if I walk with a slight limp, I could easily pass for Marty Feldman in his role as Igor in Mel Brooks, "Young Frankenstein."
In addition to these lovely treats, I am home from a bi-lateral mastectomy, with its accompanying wounds and scarring, so I have to say I have been a tad self-conscious. It seems every day as I get up and look in the mirror and my smile starts to fade as the reality of my current juncture of life looks back at me, without fail, there stands my 11 year old reminding me..."It's not about the glove, Mom, it's about the hand."
What can I say, my preference would obviously be an exquisite pair of cashmere lined Italian leather gloves at this point in my life, but as my articulate and intelligent daughter points out, the worn out, weathered ill-fitting work gloves that I have been given have done its job because these gloves made sure they fulfilled their purpose...to protect what is on the inside. In fact these gloves worked overtime to make sure I was reminded about the real importance of the "hand."
What a lesson I have learned about the importance of what's on the inside. The graciousness of those who hardly knew me and some that didn't know me at all, took the time to go out of their way to make me feel special. The customers and clients who knew of my struggles continued to support me even with the knowledge that there might be small trials along the way. Business professionals who knew that a phone call and a desire to do what was right meant more than the easy way out...no matter how hard that phone call was to make. Those who just took the time to say hello and that they have been thinking of me. Those who went the extra mile to help someone in need even when it meant some sacrifice on their part.
A mink fur, hot pink imported designer glove would be great, but without the correct hand underneath, it will not do any of these things that really are important. They don't go out of their way to try to make your life better without regard to how it benefits theirs. I hope I have learned to make sure I put my best "hand" forward, in all I do. Wayne Dyer reminds us, "I cannot always control what goes on outside. But I can always control what goes on inside."
Professionally I think am faced with this concept all the time. Where do I want to refer my business? Who do I want to do business with? Does the flash matter? Is it the latest and greatest trend that I want to chase after or is it the one who through all the easy and tough times works to make sure the job gets done? Do I give my best and do what is right through the good and the bad times?
Although the glove I wear right now might not be my first choice, it is worn and it is tattered yet I feel so lucky. I am alive and on the mend. My pathology reports from surgery have confirmed very excellent results. The invasive cancer was minimal, only one of my lymph nodes of the 11 taken was positive for cancer, which was successfully killed by the chemo and finally the large mass of DCIS (ductal carcinoma in situ) was removed. Although the pain of surgery still remains and will continue for a while, I have been given good drugs...ha ha... and there will only be a very small area where radiation will be required. I guess these old work gloves are the ones I needed and I will hold thems close tomy heart.
Thank you again for your continued inspiration and especially your support and business and I hope you have a GREAT week.
Amy
The VA Changes it's Funding Fee, then changes it again and then again...
Loan Fee Structure for VA-Guaranteed Loans
The President signed HR 2646, Veterans Health Facilities Act Capital Improvement Act of 2011 on October 5, 2011.
The bill included a provision resulting in the VA Funding Fees reverting to the same rates that existed prior to the announcement October 1, 2011 for loans closed October 6, 2011 through and including November 17, 2011.
For simplification of what the funding fee is based upon closing dates I have incuded a VA FUNDING FEE CHART here.
Possibility of Future Funding Fee Changes. VA believes it likely that Congress will pass other legislation in the coming weeks that will make additional changes to the funding fee structure. Should this occur, VA will immediately publish a notice on www.benefits.va.gov/homeloans
Ha Ha
If you want to know more about paranoids, follow them around.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
The Devil You Know...
I love idioms…not idiots, idioms. Heaven knows I don’t love idiots! Idioms, however, are fascinating. They are described as an expression of two or more words that mean something other than the literal meaning of its individual words. An example of this would be, “the devil you know versus the devil you don’t know.” If I were to use that expression to a group of people, few if any, would actually believe that I had made the acquaintance of Lucifer. They would understand that this statement meant that I may have chosen to remain in dysfunctional “comfort” rather than make a different choice for fear of the unknown.
That idiom has taken up permanent residence in my mind this past week as I hit a couple milestones in my life. I addition to my membership in the coveted 40 and over club, I endured my final treatment of chemotherapy as well. After 18 weeks of “hell”, you would think that I would be doing backflips knowing that this terrible phase of my life was over. Maybe it is the fact that my body feels like it is 80, or maybe it is just that I am so exhausted all the time that the backflips just didn’t happen. Don’t get me wrong, I am glad it is finished, but for some reason I don’t feel the elation I thought I would now that it is over. In fact, it is a little frightening to leave the miserable comfort that had become my life, because now I now have to face what comes next.
Change no matter the benefit is often a scary thing. American author Marilyn Ferguson wrote, “It's not so much that we're afraid of change or so in love with the old ways, but it's that place in between that we fear . . . . It's like being between trapezes. It's Linus when his blanket is in the dryer. There's nothing to hold on to.”
I can honestly say I don’t have much fear about the surgery, I’m not the first to go through it and unfortunately I won’t be the last and radiation appears to be a nuisance more than anything. It is the “unknown” that gets to me; all the devils that I don’t know that make finishing chemo a bittersweet experience.
As awful as chemo was, it is what I knew. I knew the schedule. I knew that other than a slight prick when they stuck the needle in my port that it really wouldn’t hurt. I knew that after about an hour I would get a headache from the steroids which would last for about 30 minutes and soon after that I would get impossibly sleepy from the Benadryl they gave me to thwart off any allergic reactions I could have to the chemicals. I knew that I would be starving when chemo ended and PJ and I would go grab lunch because by the time we finished eating, my body would be drained and ready to rest for the evening. I also knew that I would go back to the oncologist the following day for the shot that would boost my white blood cells. The same shot that would make every inch of my body hurt so much that even a hug from my 10 year old daughter could bring me to painful tears. The bright side was that I knew that pain would subside a little each day until finally the only reminders I had left of the cancer was the chemo port under my skin, the severe tingling in my hands and feet and the reflection I saw of my bald head in the mirror. Although it was the devil, it was the devil that I knew.
It is frightening not to know how you will feel. Scary to wonder how you will handle the upcoming challenges you face. In my case, my thoughts focused on what if something goes wrong? How will my children handle the physical changes of my body after surgery? What will my husband think of me? How will I feel about myself? Surgery is permanent. Even though it means that all the cancer will be gone and I will have survived. There are no “do-overs” if I don’t like this devil that is unknown to me...and that is scary.
Yet in my rational brain, I remind myself that I survived chemotherapy. As miserable as the worst days had been, with a tremendous amount of support, I survived it and it is over. I should be...doing backflips.
So why is it that we embrace the comfort of what we know, even if what we know is miserable? Do we sabotage our successes everyday by hiding in our comfort zone? Does our fear of the unknown paralyze us from moving forward, obtaining our goals or achieving things we did not think possible?
Change, in any form, does not occur without a little discomfort. It might be relocation, a change in jobs, and the birth of a child…or even the end of chemotherapy. I hope that I won’t continue to let the comfort of the “devil I know” keep me from the possible paradise that may be waiting for me with the “devil I don’t know”…well at least not yet.
Have a great week.
That idiom has taken up permanent residence in my mind this past week as I hit a couple milestones in my life. I addition to my membership in the coveted 40 and over club, I endured my final treatment of chemotherapy as well. After 18 weeks of “hell”, you would think that I would be doing backflips knowing that this terrible phase of my life was over. Maybe it is the fact that my body feels like it is 80, or maybe it is just that I am so exhausted all the time that the backflips just didn’t happen. Don’t get me wrong, I am glad it is finished, but for some reason I don’t feel the elation I thought I would now that it is over. In fact, it is a little frightening to leave the miserable comfort that had become my life, because now I now have to face what comes next.
Change no matter the benefit is often a scary thing. American author Marilyn Ferguson wrote, “It's not so much that we're afraid of change or so in love with the old ways, but it's that place in between that we fear . . . . It's like being between trapezes. It's Linus when his blanket is in the dryer. There's nothing to hold on to.”
I can honestly say I don’t have much fear about the surgery, I’m not the first to go through it and unfortunately I won’t be the last and radiation appears to be a nuisance more than anything. It is the “unknown” that gets to me; all the devils that I don’t know that make finishing chemo a bittersweet experience.
As awful as chemo was, it is what I knew. I knew the schedule. I knew that other than a slight prick when they stuck the needle in my port that it really wouldn’t hurt. I knew that after about an hour I would get a headache from the steroids which would last for about 30 minutes and soon after that I would get impossibly sleepy from the Benadryl they gave me to thwart off any allergic reactions I could have to the chemicals. I knew that I would be starving when chemo ended and PJ and I would go grab lunch because by the time we finished eating, my body would be drained and ready to rest for the evening. I also knew that I would go back to the oncologist the following day for the shot that would boost my white blood cells. The same shot that would make every inch of my body hurt so much that even a hug from my 10 year old daughter could bring me to painful tears. The bright side was that I knew that pain would subside a little each day until finally the only reminders I had left of the cancer was the chemo port under my skin, the severe tingling in my hands and feet and the reflection I saw of my bald head in the mirror. Although it was the devil, it was the devil that I knew.
It is frightening not to know how you will feel. Scary to wonder how you will handle the upcoming challenges you face. In my case, my thoughts focused on what if something goes wrong? How will my children handle the physical changes of my body after surgery? What will my husband think of me? How will I feel about myself? Surgery is permanent. Even though it means that all the cancer will be gone and I will have survived. There are no “do-overs” if I don’t like this devil that is unknown to me...and that is scary.
Yet in my rational brain, I remind myself that I survived chemotherapy. As miserable as the worst days had been, with a tremendous amount of support, I survived it and it is over. I should be...doing backflips.
So why is it that we embrace the comfort of what we know, even if what we know is miserable? Do we sabotage our successes everyday by hiding in our comfort zone? Does our fear of the unknown paralyze us from moving forward, obtaining our goals or achieving things we did not think possible?
Change, in any form, does not occur without a little discomfort. It might be relocation, a change in jobs, and the birth of a child…or even the end of chemotherapy. I hope that I won’t continue to let the comfort of the “devil I know” keep me from the possible paradise that may be waiting for me with the “devil I don’t know”…well at least not yet.
Have a great week.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Blessings in Disguise, How Low Can They Go and Beware of What You Say
What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise. - Oscar Wilde
As I sat in my living room with my husband, my mom and my doctor, hearing for certainty that I in fact did have breast cancer and I would be facing a long uphill battle, I distinctly remember my husband saying, "Boy there better be some BIG blessings that come from this one!" Although I don't think at that point I was prepared to see the silver lining yet, I did concede that I would welcome the rainbow and pot of gold at the end of this storm.
I only have just one more chemo treatment left before I move on to Phase 2 of my fight with breast cancer...surgery. Part of this prepartion requires that I determine whether or not radiation will be necessary. Radiation kills any remaining cancer cells in a localized area, but for me, it will also determine whether I can start the reconstruction surgery at the time of the mastectomy or if I will have to wait up to a year to begin.
As I have discussed, patience is not really a character trait of mine, so obviously no radiation would be considered awesome! Radiation immediately after the initial surgery also means that my reconstruction becomes more complicated with additional scarring as they would take skin and muscle from either my back or tummy to replace the radiated skin which does not stretch well. (Although the tummy option really did sound enticing, because who wouldn't want a little rejuvenation after having kids! Unfortunately, it adds significant risk without the promise of excellent results...bummer.)
Therefore the preparation for Phase 2 means that I met with a radiation oncologist this past week who, to my chagrin, indicated radiation would be highly recommended in my case to avoid possible reoccurrence. So it looks like six weeks of daily radiation treatments are in store for me after surgery. The great news, however, is that the doctor stated he felt comfortable enough to delay treatments for 2-3 months in order to avoid the more complicated reconstruction surgeries! Even though radiation will be a hindrance, the fact that I can avoid riskier surgeries was a huge blessing to me and my family.
Not having had enough fun with cancer that day, I next met with my oncologist. In the lobby, there was an older woman who had recently lost her hair with her head down, a brace on her leg, and a walker close by. As I checked in, I was chatting with the receptionist about her week, when this woman looked at me and said, "I want to look like you...how come you feel so great. I feel horrible." Now it's obvious that we all know that I AM NOT going to be winning any beauty pageants here in the future, with my bald head, my chemo water weight gain and my slight "roid rage" that my husband says I have from all the steroids in the treatments. But I still thanked her and found out she was on the same treatment protocol as me.
After my appointment, I went over to her to say good-bye and good luck and we started talking. She was having a really tough time and several times struggled to hold back her emotion. She told me how she and her husband had just sold their home to start traveling and that both just landed great jobs which would allow them the flexibility and income to do just that, when she had a mammogram and was told she had breast cancer. They were technically "homeless" so they moved to Phoenix to stay with her daughter's family which included 5 young children. She contracted gout in her leg while seeing a different doctor and was receiving her third "red devil" treatment. As I listened to her story and her pain and her heartache of this cancer diagnosis, I had so much empathy for her as I knew exactly how she felt.
I would not be able to count how many days have I had to drag myself out of bed to not only be faced with stress and concern over my family and my customers, the economic morass of our country but also as the logistical cluster of appointments, treatments and insurance coverages. Every day, I also knew that my body would be making its own decisions as to the degree of cooperation that it would give me. But, as I looked back over the past 17 weeks, even with such sore hands and feet from neuropathy, the muscle and joint pain that makes me feel as if I am 9 months pregnant and the constant feeling of exhaustion...I still feel so lucky.
The blessings are so much easier to see when you look for them.This week I was able to take my 10 year old to her first day of 5th grade. I get to see my two year old run across the room to me with her cheesy grin to hug me and I spent a great weekend with PJ's kids preparing them for school. Everyday I get to wake up next to my best friend who loves and cares for me so much...and yes I am talking about PJ...haha. Both of our families have been so supportive of us. I can't imagine how I got so lucky to be born into an incredible family and then how I doubled my luck when I married into PJ's. I had the opportunity to team up with a great business partner who has jumped in with both feet to make sure our clients are well taken care of. I am blessed to be surrounded by incredible professionals in real estate who are inspirational with their continued success in one of the hardest hit and most difficult markets in the country. And I have these friends...some in the mortgage banking industry, some from church and some who I have known my whole life, who make me feel so loved. Oh how abundant my blessings have been.
Yet, as I looked into the eyes of this woman, I knew how hard it was going to be for her to get through this, but I wanted her to know that it would get better. I wanted her to know that this was just a bump in the road and even though it was hard, she didn't have to let it take over. She was so thankful to be able to talk to someone who had been through it and I was so grateful to give a little happiness back, because so much had been given to me.
I would venture to say that there is no one among us who hasn't faced some serious difficulties in the past few years. Many have suffered severe economic stresses including job or income losses, some may have lost the roof over their head. Others have had illness or death come into their homes. As difficult as all of these things may have been or may continue to be, you have two choices. You either let the difficulties become your roadblock, your reason to give up and be miserable or you start figuring out how you are going to make it over this hurdle and along the way open your eyes to the many blessings that you will receive from it. Believe me there will be days that you just want to sit down and stare at this mountain in front of you and wonder...why me? But remember this mountain will look a whole lot smaller from the other side, and getting to the other side takes effort, sometimes hard work, probably a little pain and sweat, but inevitably it will have been worth it.
I want to thank you for your continued support, your faith in entrusting your clients to me and your friendship. I hope you have a great week and are able to take the time to recognize the many blessings that you have been given.
Amy
Thank you again for your continued support and referrals!
How Low Can It Go? How Low Can It Go?
How funky is your monkey? How loose is your caboose?
How low is your interest rate...Refi now before it's too late!
By now you have heard that rates are ridiculously low. If you haven't...rates are ridiculously low. "Lows" like this WILL NOT be able to sustain themselves forever. You should consider the following when reviewing whether refinancing might be right for you OR your clients...
• Even if you don't have equity, there are some qualified programs that do not require an appraisal.
• It may be time to consider a 20 or even 15 year loan that may save you thousands in interest.
• You may want to review a "cash-in" refinance. By applying additional principal to your current "jumbo" loan to obtain a lower "conforming" loan interest rate.
• Mortgage insurance costs have dropped so even if you might not have the required equity to avoid mortgage insurance, refinancing still may make financial sense.
• The "Making Home Affordable" refinance program allows qualified loans up to 105% LTV on primary, secondary AND investment properties WITHOUT mortgage insurance IF the current loan does not have mortgage insurance.
A lower payment is not the only reason to consider a refinance with the low rates available today. Please contact us SOON if you are interested in finding out your options.
The Mortgage Act & Practices Rule - Advertising Final Rule, Applies to ALL
The ban of deceptive claims and practices that may occur with regard to mortgage advertising will apply to YOU!
On August 19, 2011, the FTC's Mortgage Acts and Practices ("MAP") - Advertising Final Rule, which bans deceptive claims and practices in mortgage advertising or other types of commercial communications, will go into effect. Without exception, anyone "covered" under the FTC's jurisdiction that advertise mortgages, will be liable under the Rule, including mortgage lenders, brokers, and servicers; real estate agents and brokers; advertising agencies; home builders; lead generators and title companies.
The Rule defines a "commercial communication" as:
"any written or oral statement, illustration, or depiction, whether in English or any other language, that is designed to effect or create interest in purchasing goods or services, whether it appears on or in a label, package, package insert, radio, television, cable television, brochure, newspaper, magazine, pamphlet, leaflet, circular, mailer, book insert, free standing insert, letter, catalogue, poster, chart, billboard, public transit card, point of purchase display, film, slide, audio program transmitted over a telephone system, telemarketing script, onhold script, upsell script, training materials provided to telemarketing firms, program-length commercial (''infomercial''), the Internet, cellular network, or any other medium. Promotional materials and items and Web pages are included in the term ''commercial communication''
The FTC also declined to exempt advertising agencies or real estate professionals from the Final Rule, stating: "These types of individuals and entities,...can make direct or indirect misrepresentations to consumers about mortgage credit products, causing consumers harm."
To provide clarity as to what constitutes "deceptive practices" the Rule gave a nonexclusive list of misrepresentations that would be violations. I have included some of the examples...
1) Any misrepresentations about the existence, nature, or amount of fees or costs associated with any mortgage credit product. This includes false or misleading claims that no fees are charged, for example, if the fees and costs in fact are incorporated in the loan amount or total amount due.
2) Any misrepresentations about the APR, simple annual rate, periodic rate, or any other rate, including, but not limited to, a payment rate.
3) Any misrepresentations about interest charged for the product, including, the amount of interest owed each month that is included in the consumer's payments, or loan amount.
4) Any misrepresentations pertaining to the variability of interest, payments, or other terms of mortgage credit products, including, using the term ''fixed'' when terms are, in fact, variable, total amount due; or the interest owed each month that is not included in the payments but is instead added to the total amount due.
5) Any misrepresentations relating to the taxes or insurance associated with a mortgage credit product, for example, claims about whether tax or insurance charges are included in the overall monthly payment or must be paid separately.
6) Any misleading comparisons between rates or payments. This provision also bars false or misleading comparisons between rates or payments available for different parts of the loan term, including, comparisons involving savings. It also is intended to cover false or misleading savings rate claims in financing promotions. For example, deceptive claims that consumers will save money (such as at a particular rate of savings) by accepting a credit offer.
The final Rule also requires any covered person or entity to keep copies of ANY mortgage related advertising for a period of 24 months.
Be aware...be honest...and...retain copies of your honesty. To review the final rule, CLICK HERE.
If you would like to learn more about regulatory changes that will impact our market become a fan at my facebook page Amy Swaney, CMB.
Ha Ha - In preparation of my 40th!
You know you are getting older when...
An all-nighter means not getting up to pee.
Conversations with people your own age often turn into dueling ailments.
Getting lucky means you find your car in the parking lot.
Happy hour is a nap.
Its tougher to lose weight because your body and your fat are really good friends now.
Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.
Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.
You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.
You answer a questions with "Because I said so!"
You go from hoping for a BMW to hoping for BM.
You have more patience...but actually it is just because you don't care anymore.
As I sat in my living room with my husband, my mom and my doctor, hearing for certainty that I in fact did have breast cancer and I would be facing a long uphill battle, I distinctly remember my husband saying, "Boy there better be some BIG blessings that come from this one!" Although I don't think at that point I was prepared to see the silver lining yet, I did concede that I would welcome the rainbow and pot of gold at the end of this storm.
I only have just one more chemo treatment left before I move on to Phase 2 of my fight with breast cancer...surgery. Part of this prepartion requires that I determine whether or not radiation will be necessary. Radiation kills any remaining cancer cells in a localized area, but for me, it will also determine whether I can start the reconstruction surgery at the time of the mastectomy or if I will have to wait up to a year to begin.
As I have discussed, patience is not really a character trait of mine, so obviously no radiation would be considered awesome! Radiation immediately after the initial surgery also means that my reconstruction becomes more complicated with additional scarring as they would take skin and muscle from either my back or tummy to replace the radiated skin which does not stretch well. (Although the tummy option really did sound enticing, because who wouldn't want a little rejuvenation after having kids! Unfortunately, it adds significant risk without the promise of excellent results...bummer.)
Therefore the preparation for Phase 2 means that I met with a radiation oncologist this past week who, to my chagrin, indicated radiation would be highly recommended in my case to avoid possible reoccurrence. So it looks like six weeks of daily radiation treatments are in store for me after surgery. The great news, however, is that the doctor stated he felt comfortable enough to delay treatments for 2-3 months in order to avoid the more complicated reconstruction surgeries! Even though radiation will be a hindrance, the fact that I can avoid riskier surgeries was a huge blessing to me and my family.
Not having had enough fun with cancer that day, I next met with my oncologist. In the lobby, there was an older woman who had recently lost her hair with her head down, a brace on her leg, and a walker close by. As I checked in, I was chatting with the receptionist about her week, when this woman looked at me and said, "I want to look like you...how come you feel so great. I feel horrible." Now it's obvious that we all know that I AM NOT going to be winning any beauty pageants here in the future, with my bald head, my chemo water weight gain and my slight "roid rage" that my husband says I have from all the steroids in the treatments. But I still thanked her and found out she was on the same treatment protocol as me.
After my appointment, I went over to her to say good-bye and good luck and we started talking. She was having a really tough time and several times struggled to hold back her emotion. She told me how she and her husband had just sold their home to start traveling and that both just landed great jobs which would allow them the flexibility and income to do just that, when she had a mammogram and was told she had breast cancer. They were technically "homeless" so they moved to Phoenix to stay with her daughter's family which included 5 young children. She contracted gout in her leg while seeing a different doctor and was receiving her third "red devil" treatment. As I listened to her story and her pain and her heartache of this cancer diagnosis, I had so much empathy for her as I knew exactly how she felt.
I would not be able to count how many days have I had to drag myself out of bed to not only be faced with stress and concern over my family and my customers, the economic morass of our country but also as the logistical cluster of appointments, treatments and insurance coverages. Every day, I also knew that my body would be making its own decisions as to the degree of cooperation that it would give me. But, as I looked back over the past 17 weeks, even with such sore hands and feet from neuropathy, the muscle and joint pain that makes me feel as if I am 9 months pregnant and the constant feeling of exhaustion...I still feel so lucky.
The blessings are so much easier to see when you look for them.This week I was able to take my 10 year old to her first day of 5th grade. I get to see my two year old run across the room to me with her cheesy grin to hug me and I spent a great weekend with PJ's kids preparing them for school. Everyday I get to wake up next to my best friend who loves and cares for me so much...and yes I am talking about PJ...haha. Both of our families have been so supportive of us. I can't imagine how I got so lucky to be born into an incredible family and then how I doubled my luck when I married into PJ's. I had the opportunity to team up with a great business partner who has jumped in with both feet to make sure our clients are well taken care of. I am blessed to be surrounded by incredible professionals in real estate who are inspirational with their continued success in one of the hardest hit and most difficult markets in the country. And I have these friends...some in the mortgage banking industry, some from church and some who I have known my whole life, who make me feel so loved. Oh how abundant my blessings have been.
Yet, as I looked into the eyes of this woman, I knew how hard it was going to be for her to get through this, but I wanted her to know that it would get better. I wanted her to know that this was just a bump in the road and even though it was hard, she didn't have to let it take over. She was so thankful to be able to talk to someone who had been through it and I was so grateful to give a little happiness back, because so much had been given to me.
I would venture to say that there is no one among us who hasn't faced some serious difficulties in the past few years. Many have suffered severe economic stresses including job or income losses, some may have lost the roof over their head. Others have had illness or death come into their homes. As difficult as all of these things may have been or may continue to be, you have two choices. You either let the difficulties become your roadblock, your reason to give up and be miserable or you start figuring out how you are going to make it over this hurdle and along the way open your eyes to the many blessings that you will receive from it. Believe me there will be days that you just want to sit down and stare at this mountain in front of you and wonder...why me? But remember this mountain will look a whole lot smaller from the other side, and getting to the other side takes effort, sometimes hard work, probably a little pain and sweat, but inevitably it will have been worth it.
I want to thank you for your continued support, your faith in entrusting your clients to me and your friendship. I hope you have a great week and are able to take the time to recognize the many blessings that you have been given.
Amy
Thank you again for your continued support and referrals!
How Low Can It Go? How Low Can It Go?
How funky is your monkey? How loose is your caboose?
How low is your interest rate...Refi now before it's too late!
By now you have heard that rates are ridiculously low. If you haven't...rates are ridiculously low. "Lows" like this WILL NOT be able to sustain themselves forever. You should consider the following when reviewing whether refinancing might be right for you OR your clients...
• Even if you don't have equity, there are some qualified programs that do not require an appraisal.
• It may be time to consider a 20 or even 15 year loan that may save you thousands in interest.
• You may want to review a "cash-in" refinance. By applying additional principal to your current "jumbo" loan to obtain a lower "conforming" loan interest rate.
• Mortgage insurance costs have dropped so even if you might not have the required equity to avoid mortgage insurance, refinancing still may make financial sense.
• The "Making Home Affordable" refinance program allows qualified loans up to 105% LTV on primary, secondary AND investment properties WITHOUT mortgage insurance IF the current loan does not have mortgage insurance.
A lower payment is not the only reason to consider a refinance with the low rates available today. Please contact us SOON if you are interested in finding out your options.
The Mortgage Act & Practices Rule - Advertising Final Rule, Applies to ALL
The ban of deceptive claims and practices that may occur with regard to mortgage advertising will apply to YOU!
On August 19, 2011, the FTC's Mortgage Acts and Practices ("MAP") - Advertising Final Rule, which bans deceptive claims and practices in mortgage advertising or other types of commercial communications, will go into effect. Without exception, anyone "covered" under the FTC's jurisdiction that advertise mortgages, will be liable under the Rule, including mortgage lenders, brokers, and servicers; real estate agents and brokers; advertising agencies; home builders; lead generators and title companies.
The Rule defines a "commercial communication" as:
"any written or oral statement, illustration, or depiction, whether in English or any other language, that is designed to effect or create interest in purchasing goods or services, whether it appears on or in a label, package, package insert, radio, television, cable television, brochure, newspaper, magazine, pamphlet, leaflet, circular, mailer, book insert, free standing insert, letter, catalogue, poster, chart, billboard, public transit card, point of purchase display, film, slide, audio program transmitted over a telephone system, telemarketing script, onhold script, upsell script, training materials provided to telemarketing firms, program-length commercial (''infomercial''), the Internet, cellular network, or any other medium. Promotional materials and items and Web pages are included in the term ''commercial communication''
The FTC also declined to exempt advertising agencies or real estate professionals from the Final Rule, stating: "These types of individuals and entities,...can make direct or indirect misrepresentations to consumers about mortgage credit products, causing consumers harm."
To provide clarity as to what constitutes "deceptive practices" the Rule gave a nonexclusive list of misrepresentations that would be violations. I have included some of the examples...
1) Any misrepresentations about the existence, nature, or amount of fees or costs associated with any mortgage credit product. This includes false or misleading claims that no fees are charged, for example, if the fees and costs in fact are incorporated in the loan amount or total amount due.
2) Any misrepresentations about the APR, simple annual rate, periodic rate, or any other rate, including, but not limited to, a payment rate.
3) Any misrepresentations about interest charged for the product, including, the amount of interest owed each month that is included in the consumer's payments, or loan amount.
4) Any misrepresentations pertaining to the variability of interest, payments, or other terms of mortgage credit products, including, using the term ''fixed'' when terms are, in fact, variable, total amount due; or the interest owed each month that is not included in the payments but is instead added to the total amount due.
5) Any misrepresentations relating to the taxes or insurance associated with a mortgage credit product, for example, claims about whether tax or insurance charges are included in the overall monthly payment or must be paid separately.
6) Any misleading comparisons between rates or payments. This provision also bars false or misleading comparisons between rates or payments available for different parts of the loan term, including, comparisons involving savings. It also is intended to cover false or misleading savings rate claims in financing promotions. For example, deceptive claims that consumers will save money (such as at a particular rate of savings) by accepting a credit offer.
The final Rule also requires any covered person or entity to keep copies of ANY mortgage related advertising for a period of 24 months.
Be aware...be honest...and...retain copies of your honesty. To review the final rule, CLICK HERE.
If you would like to learn more about regulatory changes that will impact our market become a fan at my facebook page Amy Swaney, CMB.
Ha Ha - In preparation of my 40th!
You know you are getting older when...
An all-nighter means not getting up to pee.
Conversations with people your own age often turn into dueling ailments.
Getting lucky means you find your car in the parking lot.
Happy hour is a nap.
Its tougher to lose weight because your body and your fat are really good friends now.
Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.
Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.
You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.
You answer a questions with "Because I said so!"
You go from hoping for a BMW to hoping for BM.
You have more patience...but actually it is just because you don't care anymore.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Overcoming Obstacles One Centimeter at a Time
When I was younger, I could not wait for Christmas. In fact, it was that way for any holiday, special event or trip. I would count down the days, focusing solely for the event to arrive. The anticipation would almost get the best of me. In fact, I have often said that when God was passing out patience, I was double fisting it in the sarcasm line! Patience most definitely has not been my best virtue.
I have often thought that my desire to have things now, may be closely tied to my drive and determination in my professional career. Sometimes I feel that I work as hard as I do because I don't want to have to wait for the results that I desire. I want things the way that I want them...and I want them NOW. The down side of this is that I am my own worst critic. I often condemn myself for not accomplishing enough, fast enough, or good enough.
I say this because this past week officially marked my "hump day" of chemotherapy. I am at the halfway point of the 16 week treatment protocol. I have to admit it has been difficult sometimes to view this halfway point as the "glass half full" and not the "glass half empty."
I have been anxiously awaiting this week as I was able to get an MRI to check the size and status of the tumor. As much as I tried to not let my impatience get the best of me, there was in the back of my mind, a slight hope that miraculously the tumor would be gone and I would be able to finish chemo early and quickly get back to my former life.
I got the call Friday afternoon from my doctor with the great news was that the tumor had responded to chemo and had shrunk in size. In fact, it had shrunk a full...centimeter.
As elated as I should have been, my annoyance was palpable. This tumor is over 5 1/2 INCHES in size and after 8 weeks of misery it only shrunk 1 centimeter! Really?!? Come on…couldn't you have given me at least an INCH? I have been through 8 weeks of chemo; I took all the medicines, endured all the side effects, and worked hard to get through this...for a centimeter. I have spent hours thinking about that centimeter this weekend. How could a centimeter be worth all of the struggles that I have withstood so far? Once again, my lack of patience has emerged and with it came the unconstructive attitude about my current circumstances.
On Saturday morning my mom called to find out if I had heard anything from the doctors. I had been so disappointed with what I had heard that I had not let anyone know. When I told her the results, I was taken aback by her substantial relief she felt to know it was “good” news. Her daughter’s cancer had in fact stopped growing.
In my haste to think it was not “good enough” news, I had missed that fact that it still was good news. This centimeter that initially seemed so insignificant to me really was substantial. The centimeter will give my surgeon enough margins not to have to cut into my chest wall to eradicate the tumor during the mastectomy. The centimeter indicates the cancer responded to the chemotherapy enough to eliminate the concerns the doctor had of the further spread of the cells. One small centimeter meant the tumor was not increasing...and my chance of seeing my children grow up was. How could I have missed the substantial impact of that centimeter?
My impatience for challenges often blocks my vision of how it takes the small things to overcome the overwhelming obstacles we may face. How many times have I overlooked these small victories that would keep me motivated to accomplish the much bigger goals I have in mind? How many times did I not do those small seemingly insignificant things that would have led me to the greater reward?
We all face challenges in our lives. They come in many shapes and sizes. They may be personal or they may be professional. I hope this week you have the opportunity to recognize your own “centimeter” and can realize the significance of whatever small triumph you may have as a step toward your greater success. Remember as Vincent Van Gogh once quipped, “Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”
Have a great week!
I have often thought that my desire to have things now, may be closely tied to my drive and determination in my professional career. Sometimes I feel that I work as hard as I do because I don't want to have to wait for the results that I desire. I want things the way that I want them...and I want them NOW. The down side of this is that I am my own worst critic. I often condemn myself for not accomplishing enough, fast enough, or good enough.
I say this because this past week officially marked my "hump day" of chemotherapy. I am at the halfway point of the 16 week treatment protocol. I have to admit it has been difficult sometimes to view this halfway point as the "glass half full" and not the "glass half empty."
I have been anxiously awaiting this week as I was able to get an MRI to check the size and status of the tumor. As much as I tried to not let my impatience get the best of me, there was in the back of my mind, a slight hope that miraculously the tumor would be gone and I would be able to finish chemo early and quickly get back to my former life.
I got the call Friday afternoon from my doctor with the great news was that the tumor had responded to chemo and had shrunk in size. In fact, it had shrunk a full...centimeter.
As elated as I should have been, my annoyance was palpable. This tumor is over 5 1/2 INCHES in size and after 8 weeks of misery it only shrunk 1 centimeter! Really?!? Come on…couldn't you have given me at least an INCH? I have been through 8 weeks of chemo; I took all the medicines, endured all the side effects, and worked hard to get through this...for a centimeter. I have spent hours thinking about that centimeter this weekend. How could a centimeter be worth all of the struggles that I have withstood so far? Once again, my lack of patience has emerged and with it came the unconstructive attitude about my current circumstances.
On Saturday morning my mom called to find out if I had heard anything from the doctors. I had been so disappointed with what I had heard that I had not let anyone know. When I told her the results, I was taken aback by her substantial relief she felt to know it was “good” news. Her daughter’s cancer had in fact stopped growing.
In my haste to think it was not “good enough” news, I had missed that fact that it still was good news. This centimeter that initially seemed so insignificant to me really was substantial. The centimeter will give my surgeon enough margins not to have to cut into my chest wall to eradicate the tumor during the mastectomy. The centimeter indicates the cancer responded to the chemotherapy enough to eliminate the concerns the doctor had of the further spread of the cells. One small centimeter meant the tumor was not increasing...and my chance of seeing my children grow up was. How could I have missed the substantial impact of that centimeter?
My impatience for challenges often blocks my vision of how it takes the small things to overcome the overwhelming obstacles we may face. How many times have I overlooked these small victories that would keep me motivated to accomplish the much bigger goals I have in mind? How many times did I not do those small seemingly insignificant things that would have led me to the greater reward?
We all face challenges in our lives. They come in many shapes and sizes. They may be personal or they may be professional. I hope this week you have the opportunity to recognize your own “centimeter” and can realize the significance of whatever small triumph you may have as a step toward your greater success. Remember as Vincent Van Gogh once quipped, “Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”
Have a great week!
Monday, June 6, 2011
Getting Through It Versus Getting Over It
What a challenging market! It is TOUGH! Each day that I start to think things are going my way, it feels as though I turn a corner and BAM!! I run smack into the next challenge that I didn't see coming. If it is not an underwriting issue, it is a property issue. If it is not a property issue it is a disclosure issue, but worse than that, when I lift my head up, I see the avalanche of issues just prepped to fall. I am sure that my thoughts are just as everyone else, "I really wish we would get OVER this crap and get back to normal!"
But as I sit here preparing to leave Lake Tahoe after an amazing weekend supporting my husband, PJ, in his 100-mile bike ride around Lake Tahoe as part of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society's Team in Training Program, I have been thinking about the day's events for the 2400 participants and the thousands more there to lend support.
I have had a lot on my mind this past week and today is no different. The week has taken a significant toll on my physical health, but an even bigger impact on the emotional side. My morning began at 6:20 am as I pinned the race number, #3, on the back of PJ's bike jersey that had already been emblazoned with puffy paint to say "FOR AMY." The fact that he was #3 was significant, because that meant that he was the #3 fundraiser nationwide for this ride. This man along with many others on his team had spent months preparing for, training and fundraising for this event that was to raise money and support cancer awareness. This was his day and I was so incredibly proud of him.
But his day was just beginning. He had not yet embarked on the 8 1/2 hour ride that would take him up mountains and rough terrain, down valleys and through long stretches of highway and all of this in pouring rain. He was nervous, but excited and ready to get this journey rolling. He told me, "I look forward to seeing you at the next stops, and make sure to really cheer for people up "Spooner Pass" because that is really tough then I can't wait to see you at the finish line." And off he went.
So I spent the day with my girls and my nanny in the car driving around the lake watching all of these riders struggle from one degree to another to accomplish a very difficult goal they had set for themselves...to get over this challenge and cross the finish line with bragging rights to say they have done a "Century" ride.
But for me it was so much more than that, it was watching my girls stand by the side of the road yelling "Go Team!!" "We Love You." "Keep Going!" "We Are So Proud of You" as these riders whom they did not know looked over with huge smiles and waved and although dead tired and physically exhausted they continued on over the next pass.
It really hit me how committed these riders were to the journey. Some had pictures attached to their handle bars of a loved one who suffers or has succumbed to cancer to remind them why are putting themselves through this struggle. One guy had a sign attached to his bike that said "I Survived Because of YOU!" referencing the efforts of all of these riders and fundraisers. Then there was "LUCY FOR LEUKEMIA." A 76 year old breast cancer survivor, widow, who was not just completing this ride, but would earn her "triple crown," for completing a triathlon, a marathon and finally a century bike ride. Did I also mention that she wore the #7 race jersey? What a committment to a tough journey!
The most amazing fact for me was watching my husband ride across the finish line, not drained and wiped out from the exhaustion, but sitting straight up arms in the air holding a picture of me and a list of many names of others that were being honored by his ride. I was shocked not to find bugs in his teeth for the size smile he was sporting. When I got to him and asked how he felt, he told me of the different challenges he faced throughout the day, the cold, the elements but then he looked at me and said, "But man it was a GREAT RIDE!"
It brought me back to my very difficult week. A week that began with the horrible effects of chemotherapy, constant nausea, incredible body pain and yes, what I had been dreading...the hair loss. Throw on top of that the end of another month with it's share of difficult loans, constant pressure of often unreasonable deadlines and rules and regulations that never seem to stay the same. I won't lie, there were several moments where I told PJ I didn't want this journey...it was too hard. I JUST WANTED IT TO BE OVER!
But then I turned the corner and I heard my own cheerleaders shouting out, "Go Team! Come on Mom you can do it! You are almost there Amy. We love you!" These weren't shouts on the street, but they were in every email, every phone call, every hug from my kids, every facebook message, every referral and every dollar donated to PJ's fundraising. Please know that although I have not been able to personally respond to every one, they are what gets me through it. On my mountain climbs...when I get the comments, when I get your referrals, when I hear that I am in your prayers...that is what makes the journey for me. I CAN GET THROUGH IT.
One particularly tough day, I remember holding an ice mask over my eyes to control the headache and thinking, the only way to get over this is to just get through it. I have to learn to recognize the journey.
But so can you. This business is tough and it is going to get tougher. There are so many roadblocks that are going to get in your way, but that is just your journey. Each day the challenges that you face in our business may seem like it is going to knock you over, but that is when you make sure you are prepared...do you work with a team that supports you? Is your time spent educating yourself so you can educate your customers to navigate through this insanity? Do you remind yourself daily why you got in this business in the first place, and if so are you doing those things that you love about our industry? I want to be your cheerleader to get you through those tough stretches along the ride! So "GO TEAM!" You CAN DO IT!
Let's get through this journey together. Greg and I look forward to working with you! And fortunately we will never go back to normal, because normal has changed and we want to help you help your business adjust. In fact CLICK HERE for a DON'T MISS event that every industry professional should attend.
I also have a selfish reason for inviting you to this event as well...I need all the support I can get to show the world that I can ROCK BALD! Ha Ha!
Thank you again for your continued support and referrals!
But as I sit here preparing to leave Lake Tahoe after an amazing weekend supporting my husband, PJ, in his 100-mile bike ride around Lake Tahoe as part of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society's Team in Training Program, I have been thinking about the day's events for the 2400 participants and the thousands more there to lend support.
I have had a lot on my mind this past week and today is no different. The week has taken a significant toll on my physical health, but an even bigger impact on the emotional side. My morning began at 6:20 am as I pinned the race number, #3, on the back of PJ's bike jersey that had already been emblazoned with puffy paint to say "FOR AMY." The fact that he was #3 was significant, because that meant that he was the #3 fundraiser nationwide for this ride. This man along with many others on his team had spent months preparing for, training and fundraising for this event that was to raise money and support cancer awareness. This was his day and I was so incredibly proud of him.
But his day was just beginning. He had not yet embarked on the 8 1/2 hour ride that would take him up mountains and rough terrain, down valleys and through long stretches of highway and all of this in pouring rain. He was nervous, but excited and ready to get this journey rolling. He told me, "I look forward to seeing you at the next stops, and make sure to really cheer for people up "Spooner Pass" because that is really tough then I can't wait to see you at the finish line." And off he went.
So I spent the day with my girls and my nanny in the car driving around the lake watching all of these riders struggle from one degree to another to accomplish a very difficult goal they had set for themselves...to get over this challenge and cross the finish line with bragging rights to say they have done a "Century" ride.
But for me it was so much more than that, it was watching my girls stand by the side of the road yelling "Go Team!!" "We Love You." "Keep Going!" "We Are So Proud of You" as these riders whom they did not know looked over with huge smiles and waved and although dead tired and physically exhausted they continued on over the next pass.
It really hit me how committed these riders were to the journey. Some had pictures attached to their handle bars of a loved one who suffers or has succumbed to cancer to remind them why are putting themselves through this struggle. One guy had a sign attached to his bike that said "I Survived Because of YOU!" referencing the efforts of all of these riders and fundraisers. Then there was "LUCY FOR LEUKEMIA." A 76 year old breast cancer survivor, widow, who was not just completing this ride, but would earn her "triple crown," for completing a triathlon, a marathon and finally a century bike ride. Did I also mention that she wore the #7 race jersey? What a committment to a tough journey!
The most amazing fact for me was watching my husband ride across the finish line, not drained and wiped out from the exhaustion, but sitting straight up arms in the air holding a picture of me and a list of many names of others that were being honored by his ride. I was shocked not to find bugs in his teeth for the size smile he was sporting. When I got to him and asked how he felt, he told me of the different challenges he faced throughout the day, the cold, the elements but then he looked at me and said, "But man it was a GREAT RIDE!"
It brought me back to my very difficult week. A week that began with the horrible effects of chemotherapy, constant nausea, incredible body pain and yes, what I had been dreading...the hair loss. Throw on top of that the end of another month with it's share of difficult loans, constant pressure of often unreasonable deadlines and rules and regulations that never seem to stay the same. I won't lie, there were several moments where I told PJ I didn't want this journey...it was too hard. I JUST WANTED IT TO BE OVER!
But then I turned the corner and I heard my own cheerleaders shouting out, "Go Team! Come on Mom you can do it! You are almost there Amy. We love you!" These weren't shouts on the street, but they were in every email, every phone call, every hug from my kids, every facebook message, every referral and every dollar donated to PJ's fundraising. Please know that although I have not been able to personally respond to every one, they are what gets me through it. On my mountain climbs...when I get the comments, when I get your referrals, when I hear that I am in your prayers...that is what makes the journey for me. I CAN GET THROUGH IT.
One particularly tough day, I remember holding an ice mask over my eyes to control the headache and thinking, the only way to get over this is to just get through it. I have to learn to recognize the journey.
But so can you. This business is tough and it is going to get tougher. There are so many roadblocks that are going to get in your way, but that is just your journey. Each day the challenges that you face in our business may seem like it is going to knock you over, but that is when you make sure you are prepared...do you work with a team that supports you? Is your time spent educating yourself so you can educate your customers to navigate through this insanity? Do you remind yourself daily why you got in this business in the first place, and if so are you doing those things that you love about our industry? I want to be your cheerleader to get you through those tough stretches along the ride! So "GO TEAM!" You CAN DO IT!
Let's get through this journey together. Greg and I look forward to working with you! And fortunately we will never go back to normal, because normal has changed and we want to help you help your business adjust. In fact CLICK HERE for a DON'T MISS event that every industry professional should attend.
I also have a selfish reason for inviting you to this event as well...I need all the support I can get to show the world that I can ROCK BALD! Ha Ha!
Thank you again for your continued support and referrals!
Monday, May 9, 2011
The "C" Word and Plans for the Future
I have a fascination with the English language. I love the power of words, in fact in my next life I want to be a writer. Words have the ability to make a good story, great. Some words define lives and some words change lives.
When I woke up on April 15th, my day began similarly to most. My two year old woke up and wanted to watch "Doggies" (101 Dalmatians) my husband got up and went for a bike ride and my 10 year old slept in. I had made plans to stop in to see my doctor that morning then was excited to record "Real Estate From A-Z" with Bill Ashker and Roger Nelson. Contrary to any plan on my part, that morning I was told I needed to start considering a word that I had never imagined would be in my life's story. A very nice Radiologist introduced me to the word, "Carcinoma."
Five days, six procedures, five doctors and an innumerable amount of prayers later, my vocabulary included an unlimited amount of unfamiliar words like Invasive Ductal Carcinoma, calcifications and chemotherapy. In other words, I had cancer.
I have spent the last couple of weeks trying to let that word sink in, although I really don't think you can ever be prepared for or ready to take on that word. Surprised doesn't describe it, shocked doesn't do it justice...numb is only thing I felt.
I kept expecting someone to say it was all a mistake. I am 39, have no familial history of breast cancer or of any cancer, and I have young kids that rely on their mother. This had to be a mistake. Unfortunately as test result upon test result came back, a new word emerged, one that I have worked hard to avoid, and that word is fear.
After some family and a few close friends knew what was happening, I was overwhelmed with the tokens of compassion and love. The commonality of the messages was how strong everyone knew I was and that I would win this battle. I was used to being strong, a fighter...but this was a new arena, new players and new rules. How could I put my kids through this, how will my husband handle it and how would this impact my business and the goals for which I had worked so hard. The fear would not subside.
After I got the ok from the doctors, my husband and I decided to continue as planned and go to New York where I had been asked to present at the Mortgage Bankers Association Loan Production Conference. It would be a chance for me to stop thinking about cancer and focus my efforts on work. It was there that I first got a glimpse of who I knew I was going to have to become. The fear didn't go away, but it was diminished by the thrill of teaching and learning, the compassion of my friends and the love of my husband.
I could not let this get the best of me. I will not be defined by that "C" word. My life is NOT going to be centered around fighting breast cancer. Fighting breast cancer is just going to be another facet of my life.
I have since read that courage is not the absence of fear, but moving forward in spite of fear. I can tell you that in the past, there have been a few "C" words used to describe me...ha ha ha...but if I have my druthers and I am going to be defined by a "C" word, courageous is the word I want used.
So where do I go from here? Johann Wolfgang van Geothe quipped, "He who moves not forward, goes backward." I will move forward.
The best medicine for me is work. I will continue to work for you and your customers. I love what I do and Greg and I have been able to put together a team that works well and we will continue to what we do best...close home loans.
I will also continue to work for our industry and be an advocate for the noble professionals that I have had the privilege to work alongside. I will continue to push for the bar to be raised through the increased education of our colleagues.
Along the way I will continue to fight breast cancer.
I truly hope you will want to move forward with me. I appreciate and look forward to the continued support of your business. I hope you will actively be aware of the issues affecting our industry and continue to fight with me to keep our futures intact.
Finally, I hope you will continue to offer me your prayers of support through my fight with the bad "c" word.
Thank you for your continued support and referrals!
Amy
How Will the Government Financial Overhaul Affect the Phoenix Real Estate Market?
Lenders, Real Estate Agents and Anyone Impacted by the Phoenix Real Estate Market...You Need to Know It's Impact on Your Business!
Monday, May 16th 2011
9:00 am - 11:00 am
Scottsdale Civic Center Library
3839 N. Drinkwater Blvd.
Scottsdale, AZ 85251
RSVP: katie@homeownersfg.com (480) 305-8500
$5.00 to attend
For more information CLICK HERE
Very Proud!
If you are interested in showing your support for cancer research, please read this email from my husband, PJ Harrigan and support his fundraising efforts.
"Over the years that I have been funding raising for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society I have been asked many times what is my connection to blood born cancers. Why did I pick this charity to devote my time. I have always been about to say that I am blessed in that cancer has not touched my immediate family.
Well that has changed...
A few weeks ago my wife Amy was complaining of her breast hurting. After hearing this a few times and telling her to make a doctors appointment and her not doing it, I made a doctor's appointment for her. So the next day she had an appointment with our Friend, Dr. Ellsworth, who said there was something there....and that is when it started. It is hard to describe what it felt like when my best friend handed me her phone at the radiologist office and I see she had "Googled" Ductal Carcinoma.....Yes, Amy has breast cancer and as a result, my bike ride around Lake Tahoe and my fund raising has become personal. I now will carry the name of Amy Firth Swaney Harrigan with me as I ride. Not something I ever expected to do.
On on hand it is good that been exposed to all the things I have being part of the Team in Training program. When the doctors say things I can somewhat understand the terms they use and the things they tell us. On the other hand I wish I knew less. In the past two weeks Amy has had two biopsies, a CT Scan, three MRI's, a PET Scan and X-Rays. Up next is a bone scan and surgery to put a port in for Chemo.
However, we are blessed. We are blessed with a strong faith that gives us courage to endure. We are blessed with wonderful family and friends who give us constant encouragement and love. Unfortunately we are blessed with having friends who have also been through this terrible experience themselves and are able to give us sound advice on what to do and how to plan. The out pouring of love we have received is humbling. We are so thankful for our friends and family.
And we are blessed to have friends who supported my fund raising over the years to help find a cure for all cancers. Many of you will remember that I started my fund raising for my friend Allison Bishop, who also had breast cancer. Because of the money you have donated, the knowledge and technology available to treat Amy is so much more advanced today then it was when Allison was diagnosed. The tests and the treatments are all better today because of the advance made possible as a result of the donations you make. My family thanks you for this.
So let me ask one more time, please give to help find a cure for cancer. My ride is June 5th. Our plan is for Amy to attend the event. We will see. She starts Chemo on May 12th. She will have eight cycles of chemo, one every two weeks. Then, after the chemo treatments are done, she will have surgery. I told her there were easier ways to get a her breast redone.....(we have decided that laughter makes this tough task a bit easier). To donate go to:
FIGHT CANCER
Many drugs developed by LLS funded researchers are used to treat breast cancer. So your donations definitely help Amy and all others fighting breast cancer.
To all of you have given, thank you. You generosity is incredible. My family cannot thank you enough.
PJ
PS - Those of you who know Amy know she has beautiful long naturally curly hair. She will be cutting her hair this weekend and will be donating it to Locks of Love. Locks of Love makes wigs for people (mainly children) who are fighting cancer or have Alopecia Areata. Our Nephew, Jackson Odle has Alopecia.
PPS -
To show his support for Amy, our sixteen year old son, Patrick, dyed his hair Pink last week. "
Ha Ha
As seen on a t-shirt:
"Of course they are not real! My real ones tried to kill me!"
When I woke up on April 15th, my day began similarly to most. My two year old woke up and wanted to watch "Doggies" (101 Dalmatians) my husband got up and went for a bike ride and my 10 year old slept in. I had made plans to stop in to see my doctor that morning then was excited to record "Real Estate From A-Z" with Bill Ashker and Roger Nelson. Contrary to any plan on my part, that morning I was told I needed to start considering a word that I had never imagined would be in my life's story. A very nice Radiologist introduced me to the word, "Carcinoma."
Five days, six procedures, five doctors and an innumerable amount of prayers later, my vocabulary included an unlimited amount of unfamiliar words like Invasive Ductal Carcinoma, calcifications and chemotherapy. In other words, I had cancer.
I have spent the last couple of weeks trying to let that word sink in, although I really don't think you can ever be prepared for or ready to take on that word. Surprised doesn't describe it, shocked doesn't do it justice...numb is only thing I felt.
I kept expecting someone to say it was all a mistake. I am 39, have no familial history of breast cancer or of any cancer, and I have young kids that rely on their mother. This had to be a mistake. Unfortunately as test result upon test result came back, a new word emerged, one that I have worked hard to avoid, and that word is fear.
After some family and a few close friends knew what was happening, I was overwhelmed with the tokens of compassion and love. The commonality of the messages was how strong everyone knew I was and that I would win this battle. I was used to being strong, a fighter...but this was a new arena, new players and new rules. How could I put my kids through this, how will my husband handle it and how would this impact my business and the goals for which I had worked so hard. The fear would not subside.
After I got the ok from the doctors, my husband and I decided to continue as planned and go to New York where I had been asked to present at the Mortgage Bankers Association Loan Production Conference. It would be a chance for me to stop thinking about cancer and focus my efforts on work. It was there that I first got a glimpse of who I knew I was going to have to become. The fear didn't go away, but it was diminished by the thrill of teaching and learning, the compassion of my friends and the love of my husband.
I could not let this get the best of me. I will not be defined by that "C" word. My life is NOT going to be centered around fighting breast cancer. Fighting breast cancer is just going to be another facet of my life.
I have since read that courage is not the absence of fear, but moving forward in spite of fear. I can tell you that in the past, there have been a few "C" words used to describe me...ha ha ha...but if I have my druthers and I am going to be defined by a "C" word, courageous is the word I want used.
So where do I go from here? Johann Wolfgang van Geothe quipped, "He who moves not forward, goes backward." I will move forward.
The best medicine for me is work. I will continue to work for you and your customers. I love what I do and Greg and I have been able to put together a team that works well and we will continue to what we do best...close home loans.
I will also continue to work for our industry and be an advocate for the noble professionals that I have had the privilege to work alongside. I will continue to push for the bar to be raised through the increased education of our colleagues.
Along the way I will continue to fight breast cancer.
I truly hope you will want to move forward with me. I appreciate and look forward to the continued support of your business. I hope you will actively be aware of the issues affecting our industry and continue to fight with me to keep our futures intact.
Finally, I hope you will continue to offer me your prayers of support through my fight with the bad "c" word.
Thank you for your continued support and referrals!
Amy
How Will the Government Financial Overhaul Affect the Phoenix Real Estate Market?
Lenders, Real Estate Agents and Anyone Impacted by the Phoenix Real Estate Market...You Need to Know It's Impact on Your Business!
Monday, May 16th 2011
9:00 am - 11:00 am
Scottsdale Civic Center Library
3839 N. Drinkwater Blvd.
Scottsdale, AZ 85251
RSVP: katie@homeownersfg.com (480) 305-8500
$5.00 to attend
For more information CLICK HERE
Very Proud!
If you are interested in showing your support for cancer research, please read this email from my husband, PJ Harrigan and support his fundraising efforts.
"Over the years that I have been funding raising for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society I have been asked many times what is my connection to blood born cancers. Why did I pick this charity to devote my time. I have always been about to say that I am blessed in that cancer has not touched my immediate family.
Well that has changed...
A few weeks ago my wife Amy was complaining of her breast hurting. After hearing this a few times and telling her to make a doctors appointment and her not doing it, I made a doctor's appointment for her. So the next day she had an appointment with our Friend, Dr. Ellsworth, who said there was something there....and that is when it started. It is hard to describe what it felt like when my best friend handed me her phone at the radiologist office and I see she had "Googled" Ductal Carcinoma.....Yes, Amy has breast cancer and as a result, my bike ride around Lake Tahoe and my fund raising has become personal. I now will carry the name of Amy Firth Swaney Harrigan with me as I ride. Not something I ever expected to do.
On on hand it is good that been exposed to all the things I have being part of the Team in Training program. When the doctors say things I can somewhat understand the terms they use and the things they tell us. On the other hand I wish I knew less. In the past two weeks Amy has had two biopsies, a CT Scan, three MRI's, a PET Scan and X-Rays. Up next is a bone scan and surgery to put a port in for Chemo.
However, we are blessed. We are blessed with a strong faith that gives us courage to endure. We are blessed with wonderful family and friends who give us constant encouragement and love. Unfortunately we are blessed with having friends who have also been through this terrible experience themselves and are able to give us sound advice on what to do and how to plan. The out pouring of love we have received is humbling. We are so thankful for our friends and family.
And we are blessed to have friends who supported my fund raising over the years to help find a cure for all cancers. Many of you will remember that I started my fund raising for my friend Allison Bishop, who also had breast cancer. Because of the money you have donated, the knowledge and technology available to treat Amy is so much more advanced today then it was when Allison was diagnosed. The tests and the treatments are all better today because of the advance made possible as a result of the donations you make. My family thanks you for this.
So let me ask one more time, please give to help find a cure for cancer. My ride is June 5th. Our plan is for Amy to attend the event. We will see. She starts Chemo on May 12th. She will have eight cycles of chemo, one every two weeks. Then, after the chemo treatments are done, she will have surgery. I told her there were easier ways to get a her breast redone.....(we have decided that laughter makes this tough task a bit easier). To donate go to:
FIGHT CANCER
Many drugs developed by LLS funded researchers are used to treat breast cancer. So your donations definitely help Amy and all others fighting breast cancer.
To all of you have given, thank you. You generosity is incredible. My family cannot thank you enough.
PJ
PS - Those of you who know Amy know she has beautiful long naturally curly hair. She will be cutting her hair this weekend and will be donating it to Locks of Love. Locks of Love makes wigs for people (mainly children) who are fighting cancer or have Alopecia Areata. Our Nephew, Jackson Odle has Alopecia.
PPS -
To show his support for Amy, our sixteen year old son, Patrick, dyed his hair Pink last week. "
Ha Ha
As seen on a t-shirt:
"Of course they are not real! My real ones tried to kill me!"
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