While out for a walk yesterday, I spotted this spider web from across the street strung and had to go check it out. Strung up over a neighbor’s unused back gate, it was HUGE – 2 feet tall at its widest point – and, from the looks of it, it’s been there awhile. While I shudder to think about how BIG the spider might be that made this, it would totally make a great prop for a haunted house.
Nature is already decorating for Halloween and I’m digging it!
The web holds a certain beauty for me. A certain fascination. There’s the obvious hole where, perhaps, a bird flew through it or a rock was thrown. There are the thin sections tightly strung and precisely uniform, and then there are others that look like Mama decided to get busy after a few dirty martinis with the girls.
Something to remember: Friends Don’t Let Friends Spin Drunk.
Friends…. a topic I’ve been thinking a lot about recently. This breast cancer journey I’m on has taught me SO much about friendships. I’m a Facebooker, and it’s been miraculous and astounding how my friends – some who I’ve never met in person, and others that I haven’t seen in years – have circled around me with support, encouragement and love. I am still, 9 months after my diagnosis, periodically receiving cards and gifts in the mail – the latest one just a few days ago. I like to call them Love Bombs and they always show up right when I need a boost. Without a doubt, I wouldn’t be doing as well as I am if it weren’t for these people. They hold space for me like I’ve never experienced, and I don’t know how I can ever repay them – except to be strong. battle on and help as many others as I can along the way.
But it’s not all been Love and Light. I now have an Ex “Bestie”. Yeah, that happened a month ago. But it wasn’t a complete surprise. I’ve known something was afoot for months …since April, in fact. It began after it turned out HomeGirl wasn’t going to be there for my first surgery due to vacation plans with her kids. The same thing happened for my second surgery a month later. And even though I told her I understood, she swore she would “be there for me 24/7” when I started the hardest part of a hard journey, the chemotherapy. She wasn’t. So, I made other arrangements.
Anyway, back in April I felt her pulling away from me. We never did talk on the phone much (something I particularly dislike about the Texting age), and so when her texts started to come less frequently, and her interactions on my Facebook page all but vanished, and our visits grew farther apart, I just “knew”. A huge Red Flag went off inside of me when she was 30 minutes late for a lunch date – something that never happened before in all the years I’ve known her. It wasn’t a matter of a busy schedule – it was her day off and she was at home. It’s just that she just didn’t leave her house in time to be on time, and THAT spoke volumes!
HomeGirl stopped sharing important moments in her life in that “you’re the first to know!!” way we once had, and what texts I did get were shorter and shorter. The last one – in response to my lengthy apology for having to cancel our visit for the next day because I was feeling too sick from Round 3 – was all of two words long. Two. “OK, thanks!”
And I haven’t heard from her since.
My daughter and husband have borne witness to my tears and my confusion over the last several months as I tried to deal with her “withholding”. I remember early on thinking, “She’s going to find some “issue” to get pissed about so that she can feel justified in ending our friendship.” And sure enough, that is exactly what happened. Maybe I didn’t make my journey enough about her.
Guilt does funny things to a person. So does jealously, insecurity and resentment. She broke up with me once before, as some who are long time readers here might remember. It was about 6 years ago. But unlike last time (which was also without warning), this time I won’t go after her. Last time, I would periodically email her to see if I could find out what had happened so we could work things out. This went on for 3 years. Not once did she tell me why she ended things. When we did finally reunite about 2 years ago, she said – both of us with tears in our eyes – that she couldn’t remember, and swore we would NEVER break up again.
Today, after being the victim of her Scorpion sting for a second time, I’m calling BULL SHIT. What kind of person ends a sister-like friendship, pushing away all attempts at reconciliation, over something so unimportant they can’t remember it? For THREE years?
Sheesh! I’m laughing at myself here. Wake up, Grace! Why I didn’t see this before, I’m not sure. I do know that – in the past – I’ve tried for too long, giving up too much, to make certain relationships work. I don’t hold grudges, and I am a huge believer in Second Chances. But not today. Not any more.
I am changed in ways I am only now seeing. Why would I WANT someone like this as a friend? Why would I go after someone who intentionally tries to hurt me with the things she says, as seen in some recent Instagram posts (thank the Social Media Gods for the “UNFOLLOW” button!)
The truth is, I don’t. Someone like that doesn’t belong in my circle. We obviously don’t Vibe in the same frequency any more. After looking a little deeper at “us”, I realize we don’t really share much in common any more, and it’s possible that much of what was holding our friendship together was “What Was”, not “What Is”.
Come to find out, after doing a little Googling around, that there are other women out there who have lost a Bestie while fighting breast cancer. Who knew? One would think that at a time like this, relationships would grow closer…that these BFFs would step up like never before. But sometimes, unfortunately, they don’t…and they bail. Who knows why this happens. Maybe the Bestie is scared or can’t cope, or feels left behind in the whirlwind of surgery, treatment and doctors appointments. Whatever the reason, it happens and it can be devastating. The cancer patient feels abandoned in their time of greatest need. Betrayed and let down.
Most of all, they feel unloved.
Thankfully, I know – and can feel – the great circle of love around me. I’ve never gone without support and concern. Turns out there is always someone waiting in the wings to help me. These people are in my life at this time because they are the Right Ones for Right Now, and I am so grateful for their presence.
Another lesson learned: What is REAL will last and everyone who is meant to be in my life is still here, with more friends added all the time.
Warm salt mixed with cool rain on my skin
A cocktail of Alchemy
With arms raised to the Dark
I sighed with the Earth
in Thanksgiving and surrender
The tears were a surprise
The sense of Deep Healing was not
For I had been called
A member of the Tribe of the Sacred Heart
Covered in the Water of Rebirth
This is my new beginning.
The need to undergo chemotherapy is a harsh reality for many breast cancer patients, and every woman’s chemo “cocktail” will vary depending on what she’s been diagnosed with. My doctor prescribed TCH – Taxotere, Carboplatin and Herceptin. (Herceptin is not a chemo drug itself, but a targeted therapy that produces antibodies for those who are HER2+). Each of these medications comes with their own list of potential side effects – some of which a doctor will prescribe medication to help combat.
When you think of what is being put into the body with chemotherapy, it’s no surprise that it basically becomes a toxic waste site. I am doing my best to eliminate those toxins as quickly as possible to try to maintain some semblance of “health” during and after my treatment plan. While I’ve avoided any vomiting, there are other side effects I experience with every cycle – typically starting on Day 3 (of a 21 day cycle) after a round and continuing through the first 10-14 days.
I’ve come up this Chemo Hack List of the Top 7 things I’m doing to help eliminate or minimize these uncomfortable side effects. Since I still have 2 rounds to go at the time of this posting, I’ll update this as I find more things that are helpful and well as address whether or not I escaped the more common long-term effects (like neuropathy, etc.) all together with some of the things that I’m doing.
HACK #1 – DRINK WATER: It is recommended that we drink at least 3 quarts of water a day, every day. That is a LOT of water but it is vital to help flush the toxins and medication through our systems. When you’re not feeling great, or when water tastes like metal, it can be hard to remember to drink as much as we need to. To help with that, I use this 4 cup measuring cup and three stretchy hair bands. Each band represents a quart, and how many times that cup needs to be filled in order for me to have my daily requirement (4 Cups = 1 quart). Every time I fill it, I remove one of the bands. This way I always know how much more I have yet to drink that day. That being said, on those days when I just can’t force down enough water without gagging, I also include other fluids I drink – hot tea, etc.
HACK #2 – TURKEY BASTER BIDET: I know, it sure ain’t Thanksgiving! But the body has to eliminate all that water and more. What isn’t spoken much about in the way of side effects is that what comes out can burn! So I keep a turkey baster next to the toilet in the bathroom (which, fortunately, sits right next to the sink). Every time I eliminate, I gave myself a little Turkey Baster Bidet to rinse myself. This helps tremendously, and I never skip this step after experiencing a very uncomfortable raw episode after my first round (which I treated with Desitin). After each rinse and a dry, I apply Vaseline around the general area so as to protect the sensitive skin. With everything else going on, having burning Girly Bits isn’t going to help. Lube and rinse. That’s all I’m saying. (This typically isn’t needed after Day 10-14)
HACK #3 – BAKING SODA: It’s not just the Down Low that gets a toxic washing. Our mouths are equally as sensitive and a prime area for chemo effects because the cells there produce rapidity (the type of cells the chemo is targeting). I haven’t gotten mouth sores, but I do have to deal with this weird all over burning sensation, a tongue that feels like I downed a scorching cup of coffee in one gulp, and burning, chapped lips. The ACS recommends avoiding certain foods to help combat this….foods which, ironically, are the only ones I really feel like eating because I can actually taste them. (I definitely pay for this later.) This includes acidic, salty and spicy foods. If you can avoid those, more power to you – you’ll be ahead of the game! And there are prescription medications to help with sores if you get them (The OTC mouthwash Biotene is also helpful). My chemo hack for this is to rinse my mouth several times a day with baking soda and water. I use about 1/2 teaspoon to a cup water. The baking soda helps alkalize the mouth and brings some fast, albeit temporary relief. I like to use an organic aluminum free product like Bob’s Red Mill.
HACK #4 – FRANKINCENSE: I am a big believer in the healing qualities of good, therapeutic grade Essential Oils. While it was my personal choice not to ingest any EOs during treatment, you can bet I will be during the “Reconstruction” phase when I am done. I do, however, use EO topically for different things. One thing I do is apply Frankincense to the soles of my feet and my ankles starting on the day before a round. I then apply it the morning of treatment, and then every day for a week following. I’ll apply it once in the morning and once later in the day, and then wear socks. If you decide to do this, make sure to get a good therapeutic grade oil. I started with Young Living (being as I’m a YL distributor myself), however, theirs is VERY expensive and a bottle only lasts about 1.5 – 2 treatment cycles. My Go-To place now is Eden’s Garden for quality, price, and speed of shipping. I purchased it here.
HACK #5 – CHEMO FASTING: The history and health benefits of fasting is long and impressive. When I heard that some people were implementing fasting around their treatments, I was immediately interested because I know that with less food in the system, everything will pass through much quicker. It is a personal preference for how long to fast, but based on what I’ve read, I decided to fast the day of my treatment, plus or minus. I have my rounds on Fridays, so starting that week, I try to keep from eating a lot of food that takes longer to digest, like red meat. On Thursday, I like to go meatless all together. On treatment day, I stick to water only, and then go back to regular eating on Saturday. Another thing I do is take a stool softener with each round as the steroids I am required to take on Thursday and Saturday cause major constipation. So I start taking them on Wednesday, then daily through the following Sunday or Monday. This has proven an effective way to keep everything moving through my body as quickly as possible, with no long term back up.
HACK #6 – GINGER ALE AND PRETZELS: A classic “Old Wives” remedy for nausea related to pregnancy, ginger ale works well for chemo related nausea, too, I have found. Trying to minimize the number of drugs I’m putting into my body, I haven’t wanted to use either of the two prescription medications given to me by my oncologist. By drinking ginger ale and eating pretzels, I have managed to move past any nausea I experience on-and-off during the week after my treatment (typically starting Day 3). The fizzy, gingery, salty combination is a classic hack used among a lot of breast cancer patients, and one that I am happy to add to this list because it really worked for me.
HACK #7 – Chemotherapy Meditation CD: I wish I had known about this CD before I started chemo, because I would have started using it right away. The whole freak out factor I dealt with going into this thing was off the charts. It was actually the thought of undergoing chemo – more than the cancer itself – that scared me the most. Be that as it may, I pulled up my Big Girl Pants and did what I had to do. But THIS is making things notably different, I can tell you for a fact, since I have the “Before” and “After” to compare. Spoken in a very soothing voice by Belleruth Naparstek, “A Meditation To Help You With Chemotherapy” is an amazing resource to help put chemo in a positive light, reduce adverse side effects, help the body’s immune system, and encourage hope, safety and calm. There is 20 minutes of a guided meditation and another 20 minutes of affirmations. I use this primarily at night before I go to bed, and it helps me sleep. (Fortunately, because it works on the subconscious level, one does not have to be awake to reap the benefits. Win/Win!!) I highly recommend this hack for anyone who holds a lot of stress around the subject of getting chemotherapy. I hope it brings you as much peace as it has me.
*This post will be made a permanent page for future reference and additions*
“Tumbling Woman”, by Eric Fischl. Officials at New York’s Rockefeller Center kept the sculpture from public display after complaints from onlookers who found the image disturbing. Google image.
Having just dropped the kids off at school, something the guy on the radio said caught my attention.
It took a good 60 seconds before the words sunk in, and it was tone of his voice – the shock – that hit home first. An airplane – no, TWO airplanes, had hit the World Trade Center Towers in NYC, and the top floors of the buildings were ablaze. My mind struggled to grasp words so surreal, I actually shook my head trying to get clear.
But even before the words sunk in, I could feel it. Something bad was going down. Something real bad.
Taking the driveway way too fast, I slammed the car in PARK, ran into the house, and yelled at my husband. “Oh my God, come here! Something horrible has happened!” Together, standing barefoot in our jammies, we watched as the most horrific day in U.S. history unfolded on our TV screen in real time. When a newscaster shouted, and the scene flashed to the Pentagon, I started to shake all over and I don’t think I stopped shaking for weeks. The unthinkable had happened:
America was under attack.
Over the next month, I sat glued to the TV during every free moment and usually found myself weeping uncontrollably…deep gulping sobs of grief, fear and anger. I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t want to leave the house, and I didn’t feel safe. The sounds of a plane overhead was enough for my heart to leap through my chest, and I tried to tunnel what was going on inside of me by painting a huge “God Bless America” sign for the front yard, and participating in neighborhood vigils, and praying like I had never prayed before.
9/11 changed my life – just as it did 100s of 1000s of others lives – and changes it still. Something deep within both my personal and our collective consciousness shifted. My world…our world…tilted on its’ axis and has never been the same since.
It’s not my intent to commemorate the anniversary of 9/11 with my strong opinions about what’s happened to the US as a result of the “War On Terror”. Anyone within arms reach of me – either virtually or in real time – knows I’m Pro-Peace, and believe all of the wars we’ve engaged in are illegal, immoral, and a means of profit for those who run the Military Industrial Complex. I support the troops by being vocal about ending these wars, and advocating for more services for our Wounded Warriors.
And don’t get me started on things like Homeland Security, TSA, NSA, the Patriot Act, and Executive Orders. The only thing I’ll say is this: we are no “safer” now, nor is the world safer, as a result of them.
Back to 9/11. Of all of the images I watched from the morning of September 11, 2001, it was the ones of people falling – or jumping – in an attempt to escape the blazing infernos that remain on the forefront. At first, as the TV cameras caught the images in real time, my mind shied away from acknowledging what I was seeing. But eventually, the horrible truth pierced through. Those falling – objects – weren’t pieces of the buildings. They were PEOPLE. About 200 in all, as it turns out. These people, seared into my psyche by the branding iron called horror and disbelief, will forever be a part of me.
In remember of those unsung heroes, please watch this video. It is a documentary based on an article by Tom Junod (Esquire 2003) about a photograph (by Richard Drew) of a man falling from the World Trade Center.
We Will Not Forget