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Someone posted this cartoon on Facebook this week and it made me smile. I’ve often heard the argument that Facebook friends, if not quite imaginary, are the next best thing to it. I’ve written here before of what a delight it has been to meet these (imaginary) friends in reality and how much I look forward to meeting more in the future. (I just love what Lani has to say about taking online friendships offline “It’s like twitter allows me to preview friends.”)

I met another of my Facebook friends today for coffee and I want to introduce you to her. Her name is Marian and she is the author of Dairy Free and Spelt Living . It was really interesting to hear Marian’s story and her journey to living dairy and wheat free. I have a copy of her latest cook book and while I don’t have any food intolerance, I am always on the look-out for healthier recipe ideas.

Next month, I shall be interviewing Marian for Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer, and she has promised to stop by to answer your questions on living dairy and wheat free. So if you have a dairy or wheat intolerance, or you are just interested in learning more about eating a healthier diet, then do keep an eye out for Marian’s interview. Oh and did I mention, she will be giving away a copy of her latest book, Dairy Free and Spelt Living too!

And if you can’t wait until next month, then why not check out Marian’s blog Spelt for Choice, where you will find lots of great recipes and nutritional tips for living a healthier lifestyle.

Jamie Inman

Today’s guest writer is Jamie Inman,  a professional motivational speaker and teacher, psychotherapist, and breast cancer survivor, who speaks on a wide array of mental health and spiritual topics relating to breast cancer, personal growth and family life.

I guess I am a born philosopher; I came out of the womb asking, “Why?”   You can imagine that when I got breast cancer twice I had lots of whys.   I never asked, “Why me?” but I DID ask, “Why at all?  Why should anyone have to suffer like this?”  Refusing to let my suffering go to waste I determined to give it meaning by helping others who were facing the same ordeal.  I wrote my story on websites and message boards, lending support, answering questions and warning people about pitfalls to avoid.  I hopefully probably offended more than a few members of the medical establishment.  I really didn’t care!

At the time I had my mastectomies DIEP flap reconstruction was just gaining popularity. Since I was overjoyed with my results I eagerly shared my success with anyone who was interested. In fact, I loved my breasts so much that on more than one occasion I flashed them faster than folks could say, “No thank you!”  To me they were medical marvels!  It became a joke among my friends to say, “Is there anyone in the country who hasn’t seen your breasts?”

That was 2006—fast forward to June 2011 and the FORCE conference in Orlando.  FORCE stands for Facing Our Risk of Cancer Empowered and is dedicated to fighting hereditary breast and ovarian cancer. Since I tested negative for the genes I never thought I belonged in the organization, but I wanted to visit friends in Florida and the conference gave me a neat business write-off.  (Not very noble of me, I confess.)

Truthfully, I dreaded going because I didn’t know a soul, and for the first day I felt so out of it that all I could think about was leaving early.  Why in the world did I come here? I didn’t belong.  Alas, changing the flight would cost a fortune, so I quit feeling sorry for myself and jumped into the program wholeheartedly.

The day ended with a gathering called “Show and Tell” where attendees could speak directly with surgeons about treatment procedures they might be considering.  To my surprise I walked into cocktail party with no signs of surgeons or presentations. I asked one of the FORCE volunteers why, and learned that the “Show and Tell” took place in the next room, where women at various stages of reconstruction would show themselves to women facing mastectomy.  Next thing I knew I was standing, bare-breasted, in a circle of grateful women asking me life-changing questions about my surgeries.

Now I knew the reason why I had come—to help people, in the flesh, who were worried and frightened by this awful disease.

Oh, and also because there were some people in the country who had not seen my breasts.

Visit: http://jamieinmanent.com to learn more about Jamie and her work

Motivation Monday

I really like this motivator from Cheryl Richardson’s latest newsletter.

As you set about making the rest of your life the best of your life, get in the habit of looking for signs of success rather than signs of failure (something we’ve all learned to do far too well).

Looking for what isn’t working is soooooooo 2011.

Instead, take a few moments, every day, to think about (and write down) answers to the following questions:

What’s great about me?  

What teeny, tiny thing have I done to improve my life this week?  

Where are the signs of positive change that, when noticed, would make me smile?

Early growth is tender and vulnerable and not too easily seen sometimes.  Pay attention as you go…

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What teeny, tiny thing have I done to improve my life this week?  

I have started to practice breathing deeper and slower and with more awareness.  By concentrating on the breath we become more self-aware and conscious, more in our bodies and less in our minds, so this is the one small thing I am doing this week to improve my life.

And you?

What teeny, tiny thing will you do to improve your life this week?  

Weekly Round-Up

girl_with_lassoTime for this week’s round-up of the best of the blogs which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and which I’ve wanted to share with you. Remember, if you have written or read a post recently which you would like me to share with readers, then please leave a comment below.

I am starting off with The Space Between, a beautiful post from Jody which, when I read it, brought the word liminal  to my mind. Liminal, meaning being on the threshold of or between two different spaces, is one of my favorite ways to think of the journey I am on. So many times I find myself in a liminal space, and sometimes it can seem like nothing is happening for us but somewhere deep inside, something is taking place, something dissolving inside us and remaking us into something new.

Lori Hope , writing in the Huffington Post, on the lessons cancer has taught her, says

There really is no absolute truth for people in my — or any — situation. Achieving balance is a life’s work. But one thing became incontrovertibly clear as I stared down at the junkyard of memories: I had to take advantage of this opportunity to gain control by letting go, to defy life’s contradictions by holding them all true, and to solve life’s mysteries by embracing their insolvability.

Another writer sharing the lessons she has learned, is Rachel Pappas, who is this month’s Inspirational Woman of the Month in Inspirational Woman magazine. I feel that Rachel and I share a bond as her father and my mother both died of cancer on the same day last November.

Someone who is also dealing with the death of her beloved mother, is Bringing Up Goliath; and although it is close to 12 years since her Mom passed away, the memories are bittersweet for Stacey, as she pays tribute on what would have been her Mom’s 77th birthday.

Also this week in the blogosphere…

Lots of cute and adorable pictures of family on the Pink Underbelly’s blog and Ronnie take us on a tour through Liverpool by way of Sarah’s blog, while Lani reviews Sarah’s memoir on breast cancer,  Being Sarah.

In Do We Really Need a Bald Barbie, Nancy has stirred up a lively debate. I am sitting on the fence for this one, but if you have any strong feelings one way or the other, be sure to add your voice to the debate at Nancy’s Point. French blogger Catherine Cerisy also shares her point of view on her blog (although written in French, I was able to translate it using my rusty school girl French and Google translator).

I stand in awe of bloggers like Nancy and Catherine who use their writing to make a stand for something they believe passionately in and I thought of them whilst reading  a post by Samantha Gluck on how to write persuasively. In order to do it successfully, she maintains it “ requires a thorough understanding of the subject at hand as well as thoughtful planning and strong evidentiary support.” This is why passionate bloggers like Nancy and Rachel of The Cancer Culture Chronicles are so persuasive in their writing (see Rachel’s latest post For the Cure or Not for a prime example of this).

I love Renn’s description of Anne Marie’s Scattered Thoughts post as an “info-packed and juicy read” and it’s great to see Renn back blogging again on The Big C and Me.

Brenda has done a terrific job of explaining the latest research on whether there is a link between parabens (chemicals found in many of our most common beauty products) and breast cancer. This is a topic covered on Dr Susan Love’s blog this week and if this is a subject that concerns you,  I would recommend the Cinco Vidas website where you will find lots more information on the subject.

Many of us have been following Terri’s progress as she made her way to Vietnam this week – it has been a challenging week for her, but as I have said on other forums, I just know that this experience will leave Terri, wiser, stronger and braver at the end of her journey.

Finally I am leaving you with a quote from the Accidental Amazon, who has been dodging those cancer bullets this week:

If love and good will can prevent cancer, then after yesterday, I’m set for life

Well if love, friendship, support and goodwill can ease the journey for any of us, whatever that journey may, then truly we are set for life!

Have a great weekend!

Marie xxx

Motivation Monday

Weekly Round-Up

girl_with_lassoTime for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and which I’ve wanted to share with you. Remember, if you have written or read a post recently which you would like me to share with readers, then please leave a comment below.

Our dear friend Terri is off on her adventures again, but things haven’t quite gone according to plan. Terri wonders what the lesson could be?

Someone who always has a lesson to teach us is Rachel and this week she has been reflecting on what she wishes for in 2012.

This post from a little c on those ubiquitous Facebook cut and paste and post on your status updates has resonated with many of you, judging from the amount of times I saw it reposted on Facebook.

And speaking of judging….Ann and Anne-Marie both have a bone to pick with those who do judge us and how we did/didn’t do this/that to cause/cure (delete as appropriate) our cancer.

Luckily, these kind of comments are not as common as the overwhelming support and compassion we do find in what Anne-Marie calls our tight community and Renn, in her latest wonderful post calls her “rubies“ which leads me onto my next blog.

I absolutely loved this post from Craig McBreen on how blogging has changed his life. And I would love to hear if and how it has changed yours?

It’s wonderful to welcome Kim back to the blogosphere and I am certainly looking forward to her sharing  her faith, wisdom and compassion with us over the coming year in her blog.

I am excited for Debbie who is presenting a seminar entitled ”STRAIGHT TALK  ABOUT BREAST CANCER SURVIVORSHIP: A discussion about the mind, body and attitude of survivorship.” This is such a big area of discussion, and in fact, the very reason I started Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer, to figure it out for myself. I am sure Debbie would appreciate if you shared your views on what survivorship means to you.

One of the questions many survivors face is what is the deeper meaning of my life after my cancer experience? I am still struggling with this question on my own journey beyond breast cancer but having Jackie’s latest post, I know that part of the answer is to banish all those shoulda, woulda, couldas!

Beth has been writing about body image after breast surgery – this is such a beautiful piece of writing, that I ached while reading it. Beth also reveals a hitherto-unknown (to me) talent for drawing. This same theme of body image and much more is echoed in the Double Whammied blog this week which has also prompted some really great comments from readers.

Phillipa is moving on with her latest post, as she recounts how even though cancer is still very much in the forefront of her mind, a recent experience has shown her how her mind and emotions are healing alongside her body.

Finally, this week Debbie’s latest post reminds us that recovery (and healing) is not a linear process, but there are many ups and downs along the journey.  She has written a searingly honest and moving post on her identity crisis and from reading the comments, many of you know just what she is writing about. This week, I want to finish with a quote from Debbie, which is just the lesson I need to learn myself.

So I continue the task of living this life. Of figuring out, finding my way. I’ll try to start with just today, just this moment. I can let go, breathe and be who I am, whomever that may be.

Marie xxx

Clover, bee, and revery

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,

One clover, and a bee,

And revery.

The revery alone will do,

If bees are few.

Emily Dickinson

I am taking my time adding two more words to my three words to guide my journey  this year. This morning, while reading the following story by Terry Hershey, the second word came to me – mindful.

I once did a workshop where I asked the participants to describe life. One woman said, “Life is so. . .life is so. . .life is so. . .daily.” 

Yes. She’s right. That is the secret.

Here’s the deal: The miracle is that there need not be a miracle–just a slow drip of experience. Being mindful of small things. If there are truly no unsacred moments, then the sacred is infused into this moment. This conversation. This person. Even the smallest or most banal thing deserves our undivided attention.

Or, in the words of William Kittredge, “Moments when nothing happened. What sweet nothing.”

In other words, we don’t run from the moment.

We don’t suffocate the moment with stuff.

We don’t sanitize the moment with platitudes.

We sit. We listen. We look. We taste. We smell. We see.

Now this will be a challenge for me, but the more I read and hear about the immense value of mindfulness in everyday life, the more I am convinced that along with gratitude, it is the key to peace and good mental health.

Learn by little the desire for all things

which perhaps is not desire at all

but undying love which perhaps

is not love at all but gratitude

for the being of all things which

perhaps is not gratitude at all

but the maker’s joy in what is made,

the joy in which we come to rest.

Wendell Berry

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Yesterday I listened to a radio interview with Dr Tony Bates in which he spoke about depression. At the end of the interview, he read a poem on kindness and it made me think about all the compassion and kindness that I am grateful to have been the recipient of lately and how in the words of the poet, in the midst of life’s tragedies, “it is only kindness that makes sense anymore”. 

Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

 Naomi Shihab Nye

from The Words Under the Words: Selected Poems

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