There is nothing as beautiful as springtime in Virginia. Flowers, shrubs and trees come to life seemingly overnight, expressing colors only the greatest artist can imagine.
It didn't really happen overnight though. Like most things in life, spring is a process. Starting in late March, it rained for what seemed like nonstop days at a time, and mostly on weekends! Those rainy days were often cold and gloomy steel grey days that were anything but colorful. Yes, the sun did come out from time to time and the stars shone in the night time skies. And yes, those spring time showers were bound to bring up flowers sooner or later. Unlike winter, when grey days lead to more grey days and rain storms don't bring flowers, just mud.
If the diagnosis and treatments for cancer are like winter, recovering from cancer and its treatments is a lot like spring time. There are some very sunny and warm days. And there are some grey days. I cannot speak for other cancer patients, but I've read other blogs and plenty of literature, and it's normal to think that when the treatments are over, you're gonna feel so much better. But it doesn't work like that. It takes a long time to recover from the cancer. The diagnosis, the surgery, the chemo treatments and their side effects all take a toll that is like the Earth's winter scape. Everything is laid bare. Like trees with no leaves and flowers that are sleeping under the cold ground, that is what it's like those first few months after the treatments are over.
There's a tree in my back yard that didn't make it to spring. That tree is older than me, and maybe older than my house. I can't wrap my arms around it, that's how big it is. I can't wrap my head around why it died. But there it is, standing tall and bare, its branches reaching up to heaven as if to beg for just one more chance at blooming. But it's gone and I'll have to do a very sad thing and have it cut down. I moved into this house just for that tree and others like it around my home and my neighborhood. Standing tall and strong, the tree gave shade to my yard and that in turn created a habitat that flourished in dappled sunlight. Now the habitat is going to change because there will be much more sunlight in that backyard than there has ever been.
To be a cancer survivor is just like that. Things don't necessarily come back the way they were before the treatments, before the winter. Energy comes and goes. Some days you have it and other days not so much. Chemo brain still makes an appearance and the way your body looks and reacts to the world is completely different than it was before the cancer. You actually have to look at yourself differently because you are different. Other people may not see you that way, and they might not want you to think of yourself that way, but it is so. There are the physical changes ... like curly hair where there once was straight hair. And the mental and emotional changes, like having a deeper knowledge that life is finite and a desire not to waste a single second ever again.
Like my backyard, the landscape of my life is different now.
And though the tree in the backyard did not make it to see another spring, a miraculous thing happened in that same area where the tree is located. Honeysuckle is growing. Why would I think that miraculous? For the last three years I have wanted to smell honeysuckle in my backyard. And there wasn't any. There didn't seem to be any honeysuckle anywhere around my home and I spent many a summer night wishing for that sweet fragrance to waft through the night air as the crickets sang their evening melody. So now, I don't have a tree, but I have some honeysuckle.
To be a cancer survivor is a lot like that ... it's a miracle like spring.
For interesting look at "life after breast cancer" take a look at this article from the Journal of Clinical Oncology:
http://jco.ascopubs.org/cgi/content/full/19/15/3581
Friday, April 25, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
It's my birthday!
It's my birthday. I'm gonna party... it's my birthday ... let's celebrate now ...
Yaaay it's my 50th birthday. I am sooooo happy! I love my birthday because it is the one day that legally it can be all about me!
I'm so blessed to be having a birthday and the opportunity to celebrate it this year.
Some people may freak out a little about turning 50, entering the fifth decade. Not me! I am loving it!
First of all, I've hear that 50 is the new 30. I think "older" people are actually the "cool" people these days. I mean, look at Dennis Hopper! And I am in good company this year, too! Lots of the coolest people and things are turning 50 this year. I think Barbie is turning 50. Madonna is turning 50! Sharon Stone, Ellen DeGeneres, Matt Lauer, Prince, and Michelle Pfeiffer ... they are all going to be 50 this year. Mad Libs turns 50 and so does AARP ... oh, yeah, I get to join AARP this year. Anything that gives me special treatment and discounts to services ... I'm for that!
Okay, so thank you all for you love and support and helping me to get through the last several trying months! I'll be celebrating this 50th birthday as a milestone as well as many other milestones over the next several months. and I have you all to thank for helping me make it this moment in time! I hope you'll join me and celebrate each glorious day that we're all together here on Earth!
Happy birthday to me! Sing along if you want!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_Nz9B1XFio
:)
Yaaay it's my 50th birthday. I am sooooo happy! I love my birthday because it is the one day that legally it can be all about me!
I'm so blessed to be having a birthday and the opportunity to celebrate it this year.
Some people may freak out a little about turning 50, entering the fifth decade. Not me! I am loving it!
First of all, I've hear that 50 is the new 30. I think "older" people are actually the "cool" people these days. I mean, look at Dennis Hopper! And I am in good company this year, too! Lots of the coolest people and things are turning 50 this year. I think Barbie is turning 50. Madonna is turning 50! Sharon Stone, Ellen DeGeneres, Matt Lauer, Prince, and Michelle Pfeiffer ... they are all going to be 50 this year. Mad Libs turns 50 and so does AARP ... oh, yeah, I get to join AARP this year. Anything that gives me special treatment and discounts to services ... I'm for that!
Okay, so thank you all for you love and support and helping me to get through the last several trying months! I'll be celebrating this 50th birthday as a milestone as well as many other milestones over the next several months. and I have you all to thank for helping me make it this moment in time! I hope you'll join me and celebrate each glorious day that we're all together here on Earth!
Happy birthday to me! Sing along if you want!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_Nz9B1XFio
:)
Monday, March 31, 2008
Balance and error
When I was in high school, one of the things we had to do in gym class was practice walking on a balance beam. Learning to stand on one of those skinny beams was difficult, but once up and standing, walking along the beam didn't seem that difficult. I never was very coordinated or athletic, so jumping on and off or turning cartwheels on the balance beam wasn't in the cards for me. Even so, I felt a sense of accomplishment just being able to stand on the thing without falling off of it and cracking my skull open.
These days, I feel a lot like I first did when I was just learning to stand on that balance beam. I'm finding that I don't know for sure how to gain my balance in everyday life. One day I am going at full speed, 100 percent and the next I am dragging.
It's been a while since I had chemo and my energy level is so much better than it was even just a month ago. That said, I am still struggling with determining what I can and cannot do on any given day. Funny thing. I think maybe we all do that anyway, but having been kicked down a couple of notches below "normal" when it comes to energy level, it seems you become more aware of the amount of energy it takes to do any given task. Things we take for granted and things we don't even realize take energy to accomplish, like having a conversation and "thinking" ... I don't ever recall being so conscious of the energy I'm using just to pull a word from somewhere in my brain. Sometimes I can actually feel my brain working to pull information from one side or the other ... the human body is amazing!
It's not all about energy and being able to "do" things either. It's about eating right. It's about getting enough sleep. It's about being patient and by that I don't mean a "patient" ... I mean, being able to say, "okay, take your time, don't rush, you'll be able to do that thing soon" ... I want to grab ahold of life.
I want to smell freshly cut grass and honeysuckle, eat rich and delectable foods (without weight gain!), drink fine wine, get some exercise, take a yoga or tai chi class, read books, paint pictures, work in my yard, go out with my friends and dance. Oh, yeah, then there's cleaning the house. When I was down for the count during the chemo treatments, I let a lot of stuff just "go" and letting some things go was easier than letting others go. The housework got done in the most minimal way ... anyone who comes to visit will note that the stairs leading to the second floor are more than in need of a good vacuuming to pick up the cat hair accumulating there.
I also let the yardwork go and thankfully God sent me an angel over the summer in the form of a neighborhood gentleman who kindly cut my grass for a small pittance. But this year the rhododendren is dead, the dogwood is dead, and a couple of azaleas have gone to the garden in the sky. They need to be dug up and I need to figure out what will go in their places, if anything. Weird little trees have taken root in my backyard, the peonies are being invaded by weeds galore. I have seeds to plant and garden soil to put down before I can plant them.
Why am I talking about all of that?
I want to get it all done! Not only do I want to do it because I love to work in my yard, but I want to do it because it hasn't been done in a year and needs to get done! I want my house to be organized and clean. Then I get a little overwhelmed because I've had to work at my job just about every weekend over the last several months, and I've been attempting to work a real 8-hour day during the week. That doesn't leave much energy for me at the end of the day to do the housework or the yardwork.
So, what I'm saying is, I'm still trying to find my right stance in order to balance on that beam of life. Some days it's easier than others. But each day I awake, I thank God for the opportunity. And each day I thank God that I am alive to try!
These days, I feel a lot like I first did when I was just learning to stand on that balance beam. I'm finding that I don't know for sure how to gain my balance in everyday life. One day I am going at full speed, 100 percent and the next I am dragging.
It's been a while since I had chemo and my energy level is so much better than it was even just a month ago. That said, I am still struggling with determining what I can and cannot do on any given day. Funny thing. I think maybe we all do that anyway, but having been kicked down a couple of notches below "normal" when it comes to energy level, it seems you become more aware of the amount of energy it takes to do any given task. Things we take for granted and things we don't even realize take energy to accomplish, like having a conversation and "thinking" ... I don't ever recall being so conscious of the energy I'm using just to pull a word from somewhere in my brain. Sometimes I can actually feel my brain working to pull information from one side or the other ... the human body is amazing!
It's not all about energy and being able to "do" things either. It's about eating right. It's about getting enough sleep. It's about being patient and by that I don't mean a "patient" ... I mean, being able to say, "okay, take your time, don't rush, you'll be able to do that thing soon" ... I want to grab ahold of life.
I want to smell freshly cut grass and honeysuckle, eat rich and delectable foods (without weight gain!), drink fine wine, get some exercise, take a yoga or tai chi class, read books, paint pictures, work in my yard, go out with my friends and dance. Oh, yeah, then there's cleaning the house. When I was down for the count during the chemo treatments, I let a lot of stuff just "go" and letting some things go was easier than letting others go. The housework got done in the most minimal way ... anyone who comes to visit will note that the stairs leading to the second floor are more than in need of a good vacuuming to pick up the cat hair accumulating there.
I also let the yardwork go and thankfully God sent me an angel over the summer in the form of a neighborhood gentleman who kindly cut my grass for a small pittance. But this year the rhododendren is dead, the dogwood is dead, and a couple of azaleas have gone to the garden in the sky. They need to be dug up and I need to figure out what will go in their places, if anything. Weird little trees have taken root in my backyard, the peonies are being invaded by weeds galore. I have seeds to plant and garden soil to put down before I can plant them.
Why am I talking about all of that?
I want to get it all done! Not only do I want to do it because I love to work in my yard, but I want to do it because it hasn't been done in a year and needs to get done! I want my house to be organized and clean. Then I get a little overwhelmed because I've had to work at my job just about every weekend over the last several months, and I've been attempting to work a real 8-hour day during the week. That doesn't leave much energy for me at the end of the day to do the housework or the yardwork.
So, what I'm saying is, I'm still trying to find my right stance in order to balance on that beam of life. Some days it's easier than others. But each day I awake, I thank God for the opportunity. And each day I thank God that I am alive to try!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
On the right track
I had my three-month check up on Tuesday and it seems I am on the right track. My hair is growing and my energy is better overall. I'm looking forward to summer!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Energy crisis
Today I filled up my car with gas and spent $32.15. What? When I bought the Miata it only took $10 to fill the car up with gas.
As most of my close friends know, I am no mathematician. But, I don't need to be one to note that it takes over three times as much money to fill up my gas tank today than it did when I first bought the car.
The way I feel physically is a lot like that these days. It seems like some days it takes me three times longer to get things accomplished than it did before I was diagnosed with breast cancer and had six rounds of chemotherapy.
I must say this is actually much more unsettling for me than spending three times as much money to fill up my gas tank.
I am not one to whine about being sick, and frankly have a very hard time sitting still most of the time. But the side effects from the chemo are lingering and it makes me want to whine!
I want to feel like my old self. But I guess I am not my old self. I haven't figured out exactly who or what my new self is yet either, and it seems like that person is someone different from one day to the next. Some days I have more energy than others, some days I can think clearer than on other days. Today a colleague of mine who has experienced cancer and chemo said that it can take up to a year to regain the energy and strength that we once took for granted.
A year seems like a very long time, but at least I have the option of having a year.
I hope that the energy crisis -- both the one regarding my car and the one regarding my health -- will resolve itself sooner than later. Something tells me that my health will be resolved sooner than the other!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Groundhog Day
It's February.
Ever since I was a kid, I really have not liked cold weather. Winter time has never been my favorite time of year. While my brothers and my friends were clammoring to go outside to play in the snow, I was wrapped up in a good book in front of the fireplace. I would start out a snowy day by going outside to play and build a snowman, but the cold air combined with the wet snow did not please me at all and that's when I'd end up inside reading.
By the time February came around, I'd have had just enough of being cooped up inside. If the groundhog said that we were to have an early spring, I would rejoice! As each day of this shortest month passed by, I searched for signs that spring was truly coming early. Is that a flower I see? Look there's a robin! A bud is forming on the dogwood tree! Smell the rain? That is spring rain!
The fact that I'm almost 50 has not changed my disposition toward winter and my hopefulness about springtime coming early. And I have more hope for spring this year than ever, despite what the groundhog said about six more weeks of winter!
And isn't hope what spring is all about?
Ever since I was a kid, I really have not liked cold weather. Winter time has never been my favorite time of year. While my brothers and my friends were clammoring to go outside to play in the snow, I was wrapped up in a good book in front of the fireplace. I would start out a snowy day by going outside to play and build a snowman, but the cold air combined with the wet snow did not please me at all and that's when I'd end up inside reading.
By the time February came around, I'd have had just enough of being cooped up inside. If the groundhog said that we were to have an early spring, I would rejoice! As each day of this shortest month passed by, I searched for signs that spring was truly coming early. Is that a flower I see? Look there's a robin! A bud is forming on the dogwood tree! Smell the rain? That is spring rain!
The fact that I'm almost 50 has not changed my disposition toward winter and my hopefulness about springtime coming early. And I have more hope for spring this year than ever, despite what the groundhog said about six more weeks of winter!
And isn't hope what spring is all about?
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