Thursday, September 11, 2014

Molecular Genetics

DNA Polymerase - got it!
DNA Ligase - got it too!!
Primer - yep
Okazaki fragments - yep
5' to 3' reverse - yep!


Yes, that too!

Somewhere, I had to find some confidence, a little wind in my sails.  Confidence came in a molecular genetics on-line class (live!!) with Kaplan and thanks to the best biochem teacher ever - Dr. S at the U of MN - I answered every question right...

Even the tricky one where 5' goes to 3' and the fragments on trailing strands.

Oh yea!  :)  (No doubt physics will kick my ass but for one day, I felt like I could handle this again!!)

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Not Gone. Not Dead. Really!

Picture says it all.  I am registered for January 15, 2015 MCAT and for on-site Kaplan review.

At 50, I will do everything I can to get admitted to an allopathic medical school (MD) and never look back.

Stay tuned for the rest of this very, very long ride :)

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Trekking in Nepal

I find it interesting when people leave your life, they leave footprints on the internet which Google Analytics is very good at capturing.

FYI - I loved Nepal too.  I loved the food, people, trekking, and scenery.

What I didn't miss were my golf clubs.  Do I ever get them back?  Or are they a treasured memento of what you lost?

You know who you are :)

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Former Slaughter Bound Chevalier Needs Help

Please consider donating to help this poor horse.

After weeks of the lameness not easing up, I had the vet come to xray him.

Chevy has been bone on bone for a long time.  It is akin to our knee joints rubbing on each other, except, we don't bear the kind of weight that a horse does and it is not proportionate to a human either.

Link To Chevy's Fund

Please watch his video.  I will be updating it soon as well with his xrays and other ideas that people are doing for fundraising.

Thank you!

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Home, SAFE, Home

After $189, three weeks of waiting, 72 hours in a trailer with arthritic feet, Chevy is home.

My heart soars, my eyes well, and my soul sings that Chevy is safe.

He will never see a slaughterhouse.  He will never wear a yoke, or a harness, or ... well, probably never wear anything!

Chevy's story started in 1996.  Born to a farm in Pennsylvania to an Amish family, he was bred to work.

And work him, the Amish did.

No doubt as long as he plowed and pushed and loaded and ... they took good care of him.  But when the time came that he feet hurt, and he started becoming arthritic, they dumped him in the slaughter house.

For $189, and a village of helpers, Chevy is safe.

As he unloaded off the trailer, my heart stopped.  Memories of Susie Q last winter raced through my head.  Chevy steadied his feet, took a step, then another and soon, he was in his stall eating hay.

I hope, he is now resting.  Waiting for another day's sun to shine, another warm petting and love, waiting for some more pain medication.

I'm blessed.  Really, really blessed.

Hoping he doesn't fall, doesn't stumble and that I can get him to his stall to have pain meds.

"Almost there, Chev, we're almost there" I kept whispering to him.  Not sure who was calming who!

"Here we go, Chev.  You're safe.  You're home.  You're loved."

Bute + hay + bedding + NO trailer = happy, loving Chev!