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Life Gets Better, Then You Cry

Dry erase board John spotted at a doc visit

Dry erase board John spotted (and captured) at a doc visit

Losing track of the hurt of cancer is kind of like forgetting the pain of childbirth — yes, it’s kind of a blur, even though I remember clearly barking at my husband while in labor with my first child, “Why would anyone do this twice?” Then, I did it again, 2 years and 5 months later. Both of my babies were big, like 10 pounds, 9 ounces big and 10 pounds, 2 ounces big, and, strange as it might seem, I sorta can’t recount the discomfort of launching them into the world.

I know, if you are fighting cancer at this very moment, you might think I’m crazy, suggesting you will block out of your mind how horrible it can be, and I do recognize that some of you might always live with the pain of treatment. But, if you are like me, in some small way, you might just forget. I did, and I know this because yesterday, I sat in a dentist chair (after three months of complete and utter avoidance), and while getting my first-ever crown, I cried.

A crown. Not surgery to remove a deadly tumor, or poisonous chemo, or skin-scorching radiation. I cried because of the sting caused by a needle used to numb my mouth. Five years after the horrors of cancer, and a shot in the mouth brings me to tears. Clearly, I’ve forgotten.

See, sometimes life does get better.

Then you cry.

Next Up: A Job

Photo: alohalady, Flickr

Photo: alohalady, Flickr

My past four months of unemployment have been delightfully calm and relaxing, but the time has come, and I’m going back to work. Actually, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll still be right here in my house, with my favorite laptop, cup of hot green tea, candle burning and fire roaring (well, at least until it warms up a bit — gosh, it’s cold here in Florida).

There’s a special someone all the way across the country to whom I am very grateful for my new job. We’ve worked together before, she knows my scenario (the one where I want a life full of family and void of high stress), and she reached out because she wants to work with me. I am flattered, touched and ready to become an at-home professional again. Note to the person I’m writing about: Thank you.

Monday is the big day. That’s when I’ll start working with SEED.com — SEED assigns, buys and distributes work for all of AOL’s properties, like That’s Fit (where I last worked) and more than 80 of the Web’s most highly-trafficked and respected websites. I’ll be kind of a community builder among the writers and photographers aiming to get published. There’s more to it than that, really, but I won’t bore you with the details.

I will say this: if you are someone who does freelance writing and photo stuff, you should stop by and register.

Create. Be Heard. Get Paid.

That’s the point.

And I can’t wait to be a part of it.

For the Love of Hair

Photo by Joey, 9 years old

I love my hair!

I’ve long had a love affair with hair. My mom suspected it the moment I got my first Barbie doll and started cutting away, and she was convinced by the time I owned a whole score of dolls, all with the same short styles. My intention was always to make Barbie more beautiful and stylish than ever. How she ended up looking more like Ken, I’m not sure.

I got better at my art as time went on. I mean, I knew a good pony-tail when I saw one, and that’s because I rarely saw one on my own head. My mom just never could get the hair smooth enough and perfect enough, and forget about two matching ponies — the part was forever zig-zaggy, and I always felt lop-sided, with more hair on one side than the other. This motivated me to master my craft, and I practiced on any head of hair I could get my hands on — sister, friends, sister’s friends, friends’ kids — and whenever I got to see my grandma, we practiced the French braid. It became my signature thing, and my best friend Kim always had a beautiful braid or two when she ran up and down the basketball court in high school.

When I was old enough, I enrolled in a high school Cosmetology program, and I spent my junior and senior years prepping to pass the Ohio State Board exam. And I did, which means I got my very own license to do hair. I still have it. It’s not valid in the state of Florida, and I never did keep up with continuing education or anything, and I don’t really broadcast that I have it, because I don’t want to do anyone’s hair anymore (well, except for family, and, of course, French braids for little girls). I just keep it in a drawer by my bedside — right next to my one remaining Barbie doll, whose hair I never did cut. It’s long, blond, curly and just as it should be.

My point in telling you this story: I love hair, especially my own. It’s because I spent a fair amount of time without hair that I adore it so. And on days when I sit in hair salons, looking at every strand that pours from my scalp, I realize just how important hair really is. Look at the industry built around it and the time we spend washing, conditioning, curling, straightening and coloring what we’ve got. Consider the moods that are born of bad-hair days, the celebrities whose hair we copy and the styles that will go down in history (’80s hair, the Mullet, the Mohawk my 9-year-old wants so badly).

OK, so hair is not everything, and if I had to go bald for the rest of my life to ensure I’d never, ever get cancer again, I’m pretty sure I’d do it. Still, I think you know what I mean, and that’s why I share with you my hair (above). I just got it cut today, and, well, I love it.

Be Heard With a (Free) Pink Podium

Photo: www.ampli.com

Photo: www.ampli.com

Now, this is really cool: in support of breast cancer awareness, AmpliVox Sound Systems has manufactured a series of pink podiums to donate to breast cancer events and seminars, and they are being donated to anyone who is interested. Freight is included.

This is all part of the AmpliVox Pink Podium Promise. By donating one pink podium to every breast cancer awareness event or seminar, AmpliVox wants to raise the bar on being heard.

If you want to speak up about breast cancer, get the full scoop here.

E.D. Hill: Surgery May Have Saved Her Life

Photo: Indenture, Flickr

Photo: Indenture, Flickr

Former Fox News anchor and conservative journalist E.D. Hill was back on “The View” today, talking all about the nipple-sparing mastectomy she had two weeks and two days ago. She shared previously that she would have the prophylactic surgery, even though she did not have breast cancer, because of a strong family history. Now that it’s over, she has no regrets.

Hill said she had very dense breast tissue, and cysts, and some suspicious stuff, too — like a gray area that kept showing up on mammogram, sonogram and MRI. Post-surgery pathology revealed this area to be pre-cancerous. Left untouched, it could have turned into the disease Hill hopefully has escaped with this preventative surgery.

Hill is now in the process of reconstruction, with expanders in place, and she’s speaking out about what some believe to be a drastic measure — removing breasts without a breast cancer diagnosis.

Most readers here believe Hill made the right decision, and many of you have made the same one. Thanks so much for sharing your stories. They matter — really, they do.

1/2 Marathon: Numbers Change

Official results are in, and I lied about my 1/2 marathon time. It’s better than 2 hours, 13 minutes and 53 seconds. It’s 2 hours, 12 minutes and 33 seconds. I came in 34th out of 49 in my age group (35-39) and 185th out of all women overall — not sure how many there were total.

1/2 Marathon: The Numbers Are In!

Minutes from the finish line

Me, to the left of the guy in orange / minutes from the finish line

I’m not very good at math. In fact, my third-grader has pretty much out-paced me now that he’s mastering the metric system — yikes! But that doesn’t mean I don’t like numbers. I actually really like them when they have some significance in my life.

Finished!

Not as unhappy as I look, just tired.

I like to say I’m 39 years old (age is kind of like a badge of honor after cancer), that I’ve been married for 14 years, that I have 2 boys (born weighing 10 pounds, 9 ounces and 10 pounds, 2 ounces), that I went to college for 6.5 years, that I’ve survived breast cancer for 5 years, and, now, today, I get to add some new numbers to my bag of tricks. Here goes:

Today, I ran 13.1 miles in 2 hours, 13 minutes and 53 seconds, and it was 29 degrees when I started. I scored 1 pretty medal, 2 hand-made little-boy signs (“Mom, you are a star” on Joey’s sign and “You are good moon mom” on Danny’s sign) and 2 free bagels and some water after the race.

With my mom cooking 1 glorious pasta meal for dinner and John promising me 1 massage later for Valentine’s Day, I’m counting this as a pretty good numbers day — although tomorrow might be a good time to start counting carbs (bagels, pasta!).

Chocolate: The New Chemotherapy?

Photo: rosevita, morgueFile

Photo: rosevita, morgueFile

If research says it, it must be true, right? I’m not so sure about that. I mean, some science says as little as one drink per day can up your breast cancer risk, and extra weight by way of stuff like chocolate can do the same. Yet new research presented just yesterday reveals that Cabernet and chocolate are cancer killers.

Yes, food matters. And Angiogenesis Foundation head William Li, who has been rating foods based on their cancer-fighting qualities, says: “What we eat is really our chemotherapy three times a day.” I get that — when it comes to blueberries, garlic, tea and a whole bunch of other healthy goods. But alcohol and candy? It’s all so confusing.

It might help to know that it’s actually red grapes and dark chocolate that apparently choke off blood supplies to tumors, starving them to death. Yes, red grapes are used to make red wine, but can’t we just eat the grapes? (Any smart nutritionists want to weigh in?). And the chocolate, well, the dark version is much better than all others, so if you want to enjoy, then, by all means, do! Just keep in mind that a portion size is something like 1 ounce.

So, even though headlines might have you all giddy about the permission you’re getting to indulge, you might want to think twice or at least commit to some careful moderation. Well, on Monday, anyway — you know, after Valentine’s Day.

The Body Fat Solution: Book Giveaway

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thebodyfatsolution.com

If you are concerned about your body fat (and you should be, because carrying excess weight is linked to a whole bunch of cancers), then here’s a book you might want to get your hands on: The Body Fat Solution: Five Principles for Burning Fat, Building Lean Muscle, Ending Emotional Eating, and Maintaining Your Perfect Weight.

The book is written by Tom Venuto, fat loss expert, nutrition researcher, natural (steroid-free) bodybuilder and author. And lucky you, because what follows is some great insight from Venuto about how we can get fatter as the temps get colder — and whether you live in Ohio or Orlando, you know it’s been mighty chilly outside. Something else follows, too: a chance for you to win a copy of The Body Fat Solution. So read on, check out the giveaway rules and leave your comment.

Does Cold Weather Make You Store Body Fat?
By Tom Venuto,
Author of The Body Fat Solution: Five Principles for Burning Fat, Building Lean Muscle, Ending Emotional Eating, and Maintaining Your Perfect Weight

Do you get fatter in the cold weather? It’s a good question right now, and the answer is yes!

First there’s the psychological explanation: in warm climates, people are wearing less clothes and enjoying the outdoors and people want to look good when they’re exposing more flesh! In the cold, you’re covered up, so there’s less self-consciousness and no public accountability. Therefore, most people tend to stay on a diet more diligently and train harder when summer rolls around.

Seasonal affective disorder (SAD) has been studied at length by psychologists. Often more than just the “winter blues” but an actual type of depression, SAD occurs during the short days and long nights of winter and fall, when there’s less sunlight and colder temperatures. Symptoms include depression, cravings for specific foods, loss of energy, hopelessness and oversleeping. Obviously, these types of symptoms can contribute to weight gain.

Because of their tendency for fall and winter weight gain, many people have suspected that cold temperatures influence weight gain on a metabolic level, not just eating more. Exposure to cold temperatures can cause a shivering thermogenesis which means there’s an increase in metabolism to produce more heat (heat production = calories burned).

However, if you just got the bright idea of turning off the heat in your house, or going for a swim in the cold surf every day to “burn more fat”, I wouldn’t recommend it. Deliberate exposure to the cold, either cold air or cold water doesn’t pan out into real world fat loss results, even though there are actually “fat loss gurus” who recommend it.

Here’s why:

If your body uses some energy for shivering or heat production, it can compensate later for that energy loss by increasing your appetite. Not only that, research at the hyperbaric environmental adaptation program at the Naval Medical Research Institute in Bethesda, Maryland reported that, “The combination of exercise and cold exposure does NOT act to enhance metabolism of fats . . . Cold-induced vasoconstriction of peripheral adipose tissue may account, in part, for the decrease in lipid mobilization.”

It’s just not practical to freeze your butt off in an attempt to speed up your metabolism a tiny little bit, so your fat loss scheme wouldn’t last long if you tried.

A great example of how cold temperatures affect energy balance is in the case of swimming. For years, people thought swimming actually made you fat. There were all kinds of theories, like, “it makes you retain a layer of fat for insulation, like seals.” Actually, the most recent research shows that swimming is a perfectly good fat burning exercise, except for one thing: Swimming, especially in cold water, increases appetite dramatically.

The seasons affect your activity levels too. Pedometer research published in the journal Medicine & Science in Sports & Exercise uncovered a huge difference in the number of steps taken between the summer and winter:

7616 steps per day in summer
6293 steps per day in fall
5304 steps per day in winter
5850 steps in spring

Most people blame winter weight gain on the food, but it’s not just the Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s celebration feasts, it’s less winter activity that also contributes to the holiday pounds.

You have to keep up your training and nutrition program in the winter, or else.

Although studies have found that seasonal weight gain is usually very small, it’s the type of slow weight creep that goes unnoticed. Over a period of 10, 15 or 20 years, it’s enough to accumulate into overweight or obesity.

Thus many men and women wake up one morning at age 40 or 45, look in the mirror and ask themselves, “How did I get so heavy?” Answer: just a pound or two a year, after each winter season, left unchecked.

To stay lean all year round, you have to remain alert about increases in your appetite and decreases in your activity. This is a YEAR-ROUND LIFESTYLE! Stay active, stay diligent about nutrition, stay accountable, and if you start to experience weight gain, nip it in the bud — fast!

© 2010 Tom Venuto, author of The Body Fat Solution: Five Principles for Burning Fat, Building Lean Muscle, Ending Emotional Eating, and Maintaining Your Perfect Weight

Author Bio

Tom Venuto is a fat-loss expert, nutrition researcher, and natural, steroid-free bodybuilder. Since 1989, Venuto has been involved in virtually every aspect of the fitness and weight-loss industry — as a personal trainer, nutrition consultant, motivation coach, fitness model, health club manager, and bestselling author of the popular e-book Burn the Fat, Feed the Muscle, as well as other digital programs such as MP3 teleseminars and weight-loss membership websites. He lives in Hoboken, New Jersey.

For more information: http://www.burnthefatblog.com/

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About Death

Photo: Sunfox, Flickr

Photo: Sunfox, Flickr

This post is not exactly about cancer, it’s about death (sorry for the somber subject). It’s about my husband’s dad, who died suddenly of a pulmonary embolism 11 years ago on this very date (February 9). It was a Tuesday way back then, too. I remember that as clearly as I recall the early-morning phone call announcing his collapse, the drive to the hospital an hour away, the vision of him on a bed, not breathing, gone.

Maybe this post is kind of about cancer, because, sadly, people do die of cancer. But people die from all sorts of things (like pulmonary embolisms) every day. My aunt just told me that a co-worker and friend passed away the other day — she was 34, a single mom of a 15-year-old daughter, and she just didn’t feel well, then she died. It all makes me so aware of my own mortality. I mean, who says I won’t die far before I should? No one. We’re all fair game in the death department, I’m afraid, and that makes me think that we have a very critical mission before us: we must, must, must live each day as if it’s the last, because, well, it just might be.

I know, somber.

But true.

What will you do to celebrate the gift of today?

1/2 Marathon: Running with Ribbons

Running Ribbons

Ribbon Ready!

The 1/2 marathon I’m going to run next Sunday is kind of like me making a statement. And what I’m saying is that I’m really not that wimpy, after all. Yea, I cried whined the other day when a basketball smacked me in the face during a family game of P-I-G, and I always wimper about doing oh, five regular push-ups, but when it comes to the big stuff (like birthing big babies, beating breast cancer and running long distances), I’m kind of tough.

I’m also saying that the body is a miraculous thing. It can get sick, withstand tortuous treatments and somehow rebound into a healthy, fighting machine. I’ll prove it by crossing the finish line after 13.1 miles with the same legs that five years ago were so weak they could barely support me.

These statements aren’t really visible to anyone else, though — just the stuff that motivates me personally.

I will be running with some tangible statements on race day, though, when I sport one blue ribbon, one orange ribbon and one pink ribbon. Here’s what they’ll say: My orange ribbon will say that I’ve donated blood, my blue ribbon will say that I’ve received blood and my pink ribbon, well, who doesn’t know what that says. Pink is not really part of the event, I’m just adding it, but blue and orange are, because the Five Points of Life race I’m doing raises awareness for the five ways to share life with others through the donation of blood, apheresis, marrow, cord blood, organ and tissue.

Just one week until I make all my 1/2 marathon statements. Then I’ll have to decide on something else to shoot for: an injury-free game of hoops, maybe, or a personal push-up challenge.

Nah.

Push-ups make me crabby.

Happy World Cancer Day!

Photo: istock.com

Photo: istock.com

It might not seem very happy that there must be a World Cancer Day, but if we use the day for good, well, then, it can be a happy February 4. Set the dismal stats aside (without intervention, an estimated 84 million people will die of cancer between 2005 and 2015, uugh!), and instead, do something that ensures the disease will one day fade into the shadows. Some ideas: stop smoking, limit alcohol consumption (yea, that too), eat right and exercise well, get your recommended screenings (like mammograms and skin check-ups) and ditch the stress.

Another idea: honor those in your life who have done battle with cancer, because you know what? They are the ones who pave the way for the progress we do see in the fight against such a crappy disease.

Today, I thank all the women who went before me and volunteered their bodies to test the wonder drug Herceptin, which happened to become available just when I needed it. It might just reduce my chance of recurrence by something like 50 percent, and that, well, that makes me very happy.

Happy World Cancer Day!

Skin Cancer Scares Me, Too

I don’t worry only about breast cancer. I’m a little freaked about skin cancer, too. It’s because I spent far to many hours seeking sun in my younger years, and I am painfully aware of the side effects of such behavior. I’ve had several pre-cancerous lesions cut and frozen off my fair skin, I have a one-and-a-half-inch scar where a basal cell cancer was removed a year ago, and just today, my dermatologist shaved off a bit of a mole she didn’t like — it was an odd color, different from the others on my body, she said.

A piece of my mole is on its way to a lab somewhere, and in about a week, I’ll know if it’s cancer or not. If it is, it’s likely one that is common and can be cut out without any serious health consequences. But in the back of my mind, there’s this little twinge of fear that melanoma is in my future. Melanoma is the deadly kind of skin cancer, and it’s real, folks. Just ask Miss Melanoma — she lost a toe, part of her foot, and all 16 lymph nodes from her groin to the disease. And if you don’t think it’s serious stuff, listen to Claire Oliver in the video below.

See why I’m scared? If you are, too, the best thing you can do is cease all tanning, and get yourself to a dermatologist every year for a thorough once-over. That’s how my funky mole was discovered. It wasn’t even on my radar. Ah, and don’t forget your sunscreen.

For more skin cancer facts and figures, head over to The Skin Cancer Foundation and the American Cancer Society. To check out The Skin Cancer Council Australia (referenced in the video), visit here.

Jeans Cream Soothes Radiation Skin: Giveaway

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jeanscream.com

My skin did pretty well during radiation. For weeks, nothing at all happened, and then at the very end of my 30+ days of treatment, a mild burn showed up. No blistering, though, or peeling, or anything else that made me horribly uncomfortable.

You (or those you know who are getting zapped) might not fare so well. Lucky you (actually two of you!), because right here, right now, you can enter to win a free tube of Jeans Cream. It’s a natural and revolutionary product that soothes and protects skin with high-potency vitamins and botanical extracts. And it’s not made by just anyone — creator and founder Jean is a two-time breast cancer survivor, and so she knows first-hand that this stuff really works.

Jeans Cream is good for more than just radiation-affected skin, it can effectively treat eczema, sunburn, diabetes-related skin issues, contact dermatitis, wound care, and you can even use it for daily moisturizing.

What are you waiting for? Leave a comment, and you just might score this valuable gift!

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Hat’s Off to Nancy

Nancy

Nancy

I happen to think bald girls in hats are really very cute, and yet, I never thought of myself that way when I had my very own shiny scalp. I covered that thing with a wig the minute my hair was gone, and I only took it off once my locks were back. I’m sure most chemo-stricken gals would agree: it’s really hard to look at just a face.

I mean, hair is important, just look at the whole industry built around it. We shampoo, condition, straighten, curl, color, fluff, puff and otherwise primp most days of our lives. It’s quite shocking when the hair is gone, which is why I admire those — like Nancy — who can just slap on a cap and proceed with grace.

Nancy has been a breast cancer survivor since June 1, 2009, when she was diagnosed with invasive lobular carcinoma. She’s been documenting her journey on her blog, Milk Dud Warrior, which you really should visit, but in a nutshell, she’s had surgery, chemotherapy and she’s now in the throes of radiation. Her story is inspiring, and I promise you’ll like it. Bonus: you’ll get to see her in the loveliest of hats!

Navigating Cancer Just Got Easier

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I’ve got a cardboard box sitting in my bedroom closet, overflowing with breast cancer stuff. It’s been in its same spot for five years, and every now and then, I fish stuff out of it. Sometimes I rifle through for a pamphlet; sometimes I hunt for a business card of some nurse or nutritionist or someone else. On occasion, I grab my wrinkled-up pathology report from the box, and when I want a trip down memory lane, I flip through the little pink polka dot journal I kept for a few days, then tossed to the wayside. While my breast cancer storage system seems to work for me, it could be a whole lot better. It could be better organized, better managed, and in this day and age, it really should be electronic.

Lucky you if you’re in the market for navigating your cancer journey in a much more systematic way, because a new website has just been launched, and I’ve been checking it out. In a word, it’s — great!

Navigating Cancer (it’s free!), is specifically for cancer patients and their supporters who want to create and manage a secure patient health record, keep a daily record of their well being and side effects, and create summary reports that can be shared with their healthcare team. Patients can also connect with other cancer patients.

While you mull over whether you might want to join this site, take a peek at this sample organizer, check out some cancer resources and give yourself the grand tour of the whole site. I think you’ll like how simple and easy the interface is, and it’s a really friendly place, too — happy photos, soothing colors and an overall nice feel. It’s a whole lot better than my cardboard box, that’s for sure. And while I really, really hope I never again have a reason to use a place like Navigating Cancer, at least I know there’s a spot that can make life a whole lot easier in the midst of chaos and distress.

If you’d like to read what others have to say about Navigating Cancer, just click here.

Digging Deep for a Body Beautiful

Photo: istock.com

Photo: istock.com

Breast cancer made me fat. Well, not fat like being pregnant made me fat (yikes!), but it definitely left me puffy, bloated, soft and about 10 pounds heavier than I like. It’s why I took full advantage of a trip to Canyon Ranch a few years ago — I soaked up a bunch of tips and tricks for eating clean and exercising enough, made lots of lifestyle changes when I got home, and by golly, it worked. I dropped 15 pounds and found a number on the scale that made me happy.

And now, in an ironic turn of events, the very fitness that I’ve worked so hard for is making me fat. Well, not fat, but this 1/2 marathon training is making me thicker, bulkier and about 4 or 5 pounds heavier than I like. I know, I know, it might be muscle, but still, I don’t like it. I mean, I’m burning something like a thousand calories on my long runs, and, well, isn’t that supposed to help me maintain my weight? I know, I know, it might be muscle.

I think the point here is that I’m never entirely content with my body. Why is that? Well, I know partly why — OMG, all those impossible-to-attain media images. All skinny models and actresses aside, though, I’ve got to start loving what I’ve got. Like Danny loves what he’s got.

Six-year-old Danny is a lollygagger. He takes his own sweet time to accomplish anything. It seems like a pretty nice existence (low stress!), but when matters are urgent, his approach is a problem. Take school mornings: rolling around on the floor before he gets dressed and savoring each bit of breakfast just doesn’t work when we’re racing against the clock to get out the door. And today, the guy was in no hurry to brush his teeth and hair. He just stood, staring in the bathroom mirror, completely still.

“Danny, come on!” I urged him. “We need to get in the car!” And then he shared what I’ve been thinking about all day:

“Mom, I’m just checking out my beauty.”

Sigh.

“You are a beauty,” I told Danny, and I let him admire his image for a minute longer (but just a minute, the clock was ticking).

Sometimes wisdom comes wrapped in first-grade packages. Danny looks in the mirror and sees nothing but beauty. He doesn’t see his big tooth growing in all crooked, his messy hair or his clothing that rarely matches. He just sees good. When I look in the mirror, I see gray hair, wrinkles starting to crawl across my face, and the dreaded thigh-ulite. When I really dig deep, I do love my body — gosh, it birthed two humongous babies and beat cancer — but I need to do better at appreciating the goodness on a daily basis. That’s why, starting today, I’m going to take a little more time to look for the beauty.

I think you should, too.