I was walking this morning, as usual. A little girl was walking toward me, on her way to the bus stop. When she saw me, she bolted past me in a full run and didn’t stop until she was about 50 yards past me. She did return my greeting of “Good morning” as she hurried by in fright.

I imagine that a lot of parents have had the “stranger danger” talk since the recent horrific school shooting in Connecticut. What a stark contrast to the little girls I met on my walk last September, who had missed their bus and asked me if I had a car and could drive them to school!

It was sad to see a little girl frantically running past me, a middle aged lady taking her daily exercise. I hope we as a country, make something positive out of this tragedy as well as the problem of violence in our society. My Christmas wish is almost always for peace and this year is no exception.

Peace in our hearts.
Peace in our hands.
Peace for the world.

No, I don’t mean the Madonna song or movie, both of which also came out in the 80’s. I’m talking about me, circa 1984. One of my high school alums, Aaron, who used to be on the yearbook committee posted a number of photos that he took during our Senior year, to his Facebook page. Aaron took the photo below of me.

My first reaction to seeing it on Facebook was, “Wow, I was a pretty girl! And I was a healthy weight! Boy did I waste a lot of time doubting those two facts.”

Then I felt a little guilty for feeling a sense of accomplishment about having been pretty in high school. As if I was personally responsible for my “good-looking at 18 years-old” genes. I do take credit for the fabulously feathered hair, however. I used to cut my own hair and spent hours of my youth with a curling iron to undo the natural curl and reform it into my Farrah best wave. So silly.

You might be wondering about the flute I was holding. I was a big time classical music nerd. I played in one of the Seattle Youth Symphonies, a woodwind quintet through Cornish Institute of the Arts, took private lessons, and saved babysitting money all year to pay for half of music camp, which I attended every summer for three years. While other people went to fun camps, I went to a three week camp where we rehearsed 5 ½ hours on Mondays through Fridays, after which I practiced another hour a day for the years I was in a chamber music group and another hour for my audition piece for the upcoming season of Seattle Youth Symphony. We got the day off on Saturdays and every Sunday we gave a concert. My fabulous parents attended every one of those concerts even thought it meant a three hour drive each way every week to see me.
I make fun of myself for being a classical music nerd. But really, the camp, which was run by the Seattle Youth Symphony was awesome, as was the youth symphony itself. Music made a great difference in my life during my adolescence. With that group of kids, it was not only okay to be a nerd, but celebrated.

So the flute in the photo is really important. It helped buffer me from the worries I had at the time about the rest of the picture, was I pretty, was I fat? Music was something simply beautiful without a visual appearance.

I haven’t played music in a really long time. Perhaps one day, I’ll come back to it. I realized yesterday that some of the experiences I’ve had during my mindfulness meditation and three mile walks are similar to those I had while playing music.

So who’s that girl? That girl used her love of music to survive high school!

Photo by Aaron Eidinger, circa 1984

Photo by Aaron Eidinger, circa 1984

I awoke to the sound of howling wind and rain this morning. I immediately thought of walking three miles in the wind and rain. It was not an appealing thought. I tried to go back to sleep because it was only 5 am. I ended up resting until my alarm went off at 6:30. I did my 10 minutes of mindfulness meditation and then took a look at the weather report. The weather report said rain and wind with “gusts up to 60 miles/hour.” 60 miles an hour?!?!?! Then I clicked on “current conditions” and it said, “Cloudy. Wind 16 mph.” Well 16 is windy but much less gusty than 60 mph. So I got dressed and started my walk.

The best compliment I can give to the first part of the walk was “unpleasant but not horrible”. I mean, it wasn’t like I’d crash landed in the Andes and had to start eating my dead friends to stay alive. Secure in the knowledge that my plight was far less dire that that of the Donner Party’s, I kept walking.

It was not only windy, but the wind was blowing from a different direction than it does typically. The upshot of this is that it was not blocked by the homes I walk by daily. In fact I felt like I was in a little wind tunnel that ran between the houses and up and down the street. I reminded myself that it wasn’t raining.

About two miles into the walk, I thought, “Wow, this is my Forrest Gump moment. I’m like Lt. Dan when he’s up on the mast of the shrimp boat in the middle of a hurricane. As the wind and rain pound him, he yells something along the lines of, “Is that the best you got, God?”

Then I thought, “No, this is not my Forrest Gump moment.” I don’t really feel that way. Plus, I am not a traumatized, embittered, and alcoholic Vietnam veteran. By this time, I had warmed up from walking. I also had the miracle of the hot flash! Instead of being biting and harsh, the wind felt good. So I took the moment of the miracle of the hot flash to envision the wind taking away the fatigue and slightly low spirits I’ve been feeling these last few days.

Does this mean that I’m going to be one of those people who takes the “Polar Bear Plunge” by swimming in the sea during the dead of winter? No. It doesn’t even mean that I’m not going to continue to invest in the best outdoor gear that I can so that I can continue my walks, rain, snow, wind, or shine.

What it does mean is that I’m going to continue to play both the good and bad cards in the hand I was dealt, the best I can. Sanity, now that a cause worth getting out of bed for.

Sorry for my absence. There are lots of holiday preparations going on in addition to the regular routine.

I’ll be back!

I have been having trouble finding words to express about the elementary school shooting in Connecticut today. I keep thinking of the kids, the teachers, the very mentally ill person who murdered them as well as himself, and all of the families. I read the transcript of President Obama’s speech about it today and wanted to share it:

Text of President Barack Obama’s address to the nation after Friday’s mass shooting at a Connecticut elementary school, as provided by CQ Transcriptions:

“This afternoon, I spoke with Governor Malloy and FBI Director Mueller. I offered Gov. Malloy my condolences on behalf of the nation and made it clear he will have every single resource that he needs to investigate this heinous crime, care for the victims, counsel their families.”

“We’ve endured too many of these tragedies in the past few years. And each time I learn the news, I react not as a president, but as anybody else would as a parent. And that was especially true today. I know there’s not a parent in America who doesn’t feel the same overwhelming grief that I do.”

“The majority of those who died today were children — beautiful, little kids between the ages of 5 and 10 years old. They had their entire lives ahead of them — birthdays, graduations, weddings, kids of their own. Among the fallen were also teachers, men and women who devoted their lives to helping our children fulfill their dreams.”

“So our hearts are broken today for the parents and grandparents, sisters and brothers of these little children, and for the families of the adults who were lost.”

“Our hearts are broken for the parents of the survivors, as well, for as blessed as they are to have their children home tonight, they know that their children’s innocence has been torn away from them too early and there are no words that will ease their pain.”

“As a country, we have been through this too many times. Whether it is an elementary school in Newtown, or a shopping mall in Oregon, or a temple in Wisconsin, or a movie theater in Aurora, or a street corner in Chicago, these neighborhoods are our neighborhoods and these children are our children. And we’re going to have to come together and take meaningful action to prevent more tragedies like this, regardless of the politics.”

“This evening, Michelle and I will do what I know every parent in America will do, which is hug our children a little tighter, and we’ll tell them that we love them, and we’ll remind each other how deeply we love one another. But there are families in Connecticut who cannot do that tonight, and they need all of us right now. In the hard days to come, that community needs us to be at our best as Americans, and I will do everything in my power as president to help, because while nothing can fill the space of a lost child or loved one, all of us can extend a hand to those in need, to remind them that we are there for them, that we are praying for them, that the love they felt for those they lost endures not just in their memories, but also in ours.”

“May God bless the memory of the victims and, in the words of Scripture, heal the brokenhearted and bind up their wounds.”

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This post is from 6/7/12. I don’t know if it is the best written of my posts and it certainly isn’t the funniest but it describes a painful part of this experience for me as person who is more accustomed to a caretaker role. I had to adjust to accept help and support and also to knowing that I was asking more of my support system than I could paid back. I hate that! The harder part, however, was telling the parents of the patients in my practice. I also ended up having to tell some of my patients, who are children and teens, when I had to take off 4 weeks after my mastectomy.

I know that my illness has impacted the families I see in that they are less able to depend on me always being there for them. I’ve since had to do professional consultation to assess whether my illness is significantly threatening my competence. This kind of consultation is required by professional ethics and following the ethics code is the law. Since I had already shifted my practice to primarily doing evaluations instead of psychotherapy (I needed to get home earlier and psychotherapy needs to take place during the after school hours, otherwise it is too disruptive for kids), most of my patients were at most inconvenienced by some rescheduling and my needing an extra day to return phone calls or emails. But there were a couple of kids who I thought were going to need me to be more available than I can be in the spring with my TRAM surgery, so I have transferred their care to other providers. Fortunately, the fact that I don’t look sick and actually look healthier than before my diagnosis has been really reassuring to folks.

I have a bit of a headache this morning. Yes, I had the wonderful news yesterday about my genetic test results. I really was quite elated. I’m still very happy about it deep down, but at the moment I am feeling a bit numb. I told a lot of parents about my cancer and a couple of teens. One of them is a girl I just started seeing again for counseling after a couple of year gap. Her mom just finished a really aggressive experimental treatment protocol for cancer (not breast). Ugh. This is not the kind of thing I wanted to have to tell her. The conversation went relatively well and we will see how it goes.

Yesterday, one of the parents I told got pretty teary eyed and another gave me a hug. I also received an email from a physician I know who works at Swedish who found out through the grapevine, had questions, offered help, and upon finding out who my physicians were, told me that he knew them and that I was in “excellent hands.”

Then there’s the constant support of friends and family who have been there for me through this as well as other ups and downs in my life. This last 12 months has been really the most challenging time in my life. (The non-cancer reasons will have to wait for coverage in a separate blog, but I’ll give you a hint. Parenting + teen girl.) Because of this, I do have a concern that comes up from time to time that I am really getting more from family and friends than I am giving back. But it is a manageable concern and I know that it is part of life and how we support one another. It’s not always equal.

So with all of this wonderful life affirming kindness, why the headache this morning? Well it’s not like I don’t see kindness every day because I really do. I think it’s in part because it underscores the gravity of my situation. Another part has to do with being a person who is more comfortable as a caretaker. Although I do like to be taken care of at times, I don’t like it to be my primary role. Finally, as a psychologist, we are trained to be caretakers and there are actual ethnics and laws around keeping our relationships with clients and their families professional. Legally, we are to required to avoid “multiple relationships”. In other words, the only relationship I am to have is to be their psychologist. I can’t be a friend (though I certainly know families with whom I would love to be friends with under different circumstances), I can’t do other business with clients (though I admit I bought Cub Scout popcorn from one of my former clients–he was right in front of the grocery store with a big smile on his face, it was for charity, he’s not roofing my house, I think I’ll be able to keep my license), etc. But because I help kids and their parents with issues close to the heart, the relationships I have, though professional, can also be very close. It’s a unique relationship, it can be an intimate relationship, but one without total reciprocity. The closest analogy is being a parent. As a parent, we have the responsibility to do the lion’s share of giving.

So, although I don’t want you to read this and think that I am fearing that by sharing my cancer status with families that I am being unethical, it is an awkward and uncomfortable experience. And there are a couple of kids who I think may have a particularly hard time with this. One of them I only see every 4-6 weeks, so she may be able to stay out of the loop. But the other kid I see on a weekly basis. I had my monthly consultation group with my psychologist friends/colleagues and I decided to hold off telling him unless I have to and certainly not until I have more information about my treatment plan.

My head is starting to feel a bit better. Thank you, Blog.

Thank you, Cancer Curmudgeon for the nomination for Very Inspirational Blogs. There are rules that come with this nomination: 1) list 7 random facts about myself, 2) nominate 15 other bloggers for the award, and 3) tell the bloggers of their nomination.

I like the spirit of this positive and supportive pyramid (un)scheme so although I am not following the “law” of this, I’m going to try to make this good. So here is an annotated list of a few of the blogs I’ve found very inspiring over the years. Also, I don’t like the idea of choosing some of my fellow WordPress bloggers but not others, I am only talking about blogs outside of WordPress. I know, I am difficult but it is too difficult to choose, especially among my fellow breast cancer bloggers, all of whom I find extraordinarily inspirational.

1) Infertile Ground: On which I tread and sometimes kneel
This is a poignant and superbly written blog about a woman’s experience with fertility treatments over about a three year period. This blog, which I was so lucky to have encountered, was my first experience at seeing the power of blogs in helping people heal. This blog attracted a very devoted following of women struggling with infertility. They formed a very supportive community and it was clear from their comments that the blog was a wonderful resource for them. I no longer have this blog bookmarked because it was inactive for a very long time. But I see now that there has been at least one post this year and perhaps more to come.

2) Marta’s Memories, Etc
This is my mother’s blog, which she has kept since 2010. She and my dad’s lives are inspiring to me. They have been married for 58 years. They live is a big house in the woods where my five brothers and I grew up. My family of eight were supported financially by one salary, my dad’s as a sheet metal worker. And then there was my mom rearing six kids while staying active as a singer in church, which she has done since age six. My family did not live big. My parents set a good example of living within one’s means, being kind to others, working hard, doing things together as a family, and laughing hard. They now have a very happy and active retirement, spending lots of time in nature, in church, and with family. My mom’s blog has great old photos of her family, who started out as Italian immigrants in the greater Seattle area at the turn of the 20th century. She also posts about her life now, her garden, and their home projects. One of my favorite posts is “The wench with a winch“, which chronicles my parents’ use of a large winch to move a fallen Douglas Fir out of their yard.

3) Anti-Cancer: A New Way of Life
This is the blog for the book of the same title, written by the late David Servan-Schreiber, M.D. Ph.D. and now carried on by his colleagues. Okay, so the purpose of the blog is in large part to promote the book. And that is my intention in listing it here, as well. Dr. Servan-Schreiber became a strong force in integrative medicine for cancer care after learning that he had brain cancer as young professor of psychiatry and neuroscience. Integrative medicine is not to be confused with alternative medicine. The strategies discussed in the book, which include nutrition, exercise, reduction of environmental toxins, and mindfulness meditation were intended to be used in combination with conventional cancer treatments. The program described in the book is currently being investigated at the highly esteemed Anderson Cancer Institute in Texas. This book had a very positive impact on my approach to my own treatment, which focuses on using multiple resources to help me live a healthy life. Although the long-term impact of my daily health routines remain to be discovered, eating healthfully, walking every day, and doing mindfulness meditation has made a very positive difference in my health right now.

I know that’s not 15 blogs but I did annotate them! Oh and I almost forgot the seven random facts about me:

1) When I was 14, I wrote an advice column for kids for the Seattle Times called, “Gotta Gripe.”
2) When I was 15, my mom and I got tear-gassed in the goat barn at the Western Washington State Fair.
3) When I was 15, I fell into a man hole (a square one that had not been put back properly) up to my ankle, falling quickly to the ground. Fortunately, I was carrying a big bag on my shoulder, which swung in front of my body, keeping my face from hitting the asphalt. (This occurred during the same week as the goat barn incident.)
4) At 47 years of age, I can still sit in the lotus position and put my foot to my head, though I am the absolute worst at yoga.
5) Although I always say I don’t have a favorite color, it is really red.
6) I once seriously considered becoming a nun.
7) Today my blog reached 1000 comments. Most of them are mine!

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