Archives For Coping

img_7830This past Sunday one of our dogs, Kenyon, appeared to be fine. On Monday he was throwing up mucus and pieces of grass. This type of throwing up is not unusual for either of our dogs. They eat grass when they are having digestive problems, like constipation. His vomiting continued intermittently throughout the day. I went to dance practice Monday night. On Tuesday morning my husband left me a note telling me that Kenyon hadn’t eaten Monday night nor Tuesday morning. He informed me that the dog had ingested part of Continue Reading…

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Happy Sanhaim!

Happy Halloween!

Happy Celebration of the harvest!

I am on retreat in the Sonoran desert of Arizona at Miraval. After the last cancer/scare/adrenal tumor/then no tumor but scar tissue/feeling disgusted. After the duodenal ulcer healing and the two endoscopies. After the endocrinologist, dietician, holistic functional medicine doctor, the testing for gluten sensitivity, the need for digestive enzymes. After reaching a size 0 – here I am – to center myself, ground and re-envision my life once again.

I have learned many things from the past few months: Continue Reading…

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For as long as I can remember, throwing myself into a new and challenging activity has helped me cope with anxiety and grief. It has been a lifelong desire of mine to really learn how to dance. My husband gave me six ballroom dance classes as a gift more than four years ago and last March I finally signed up.

So, for the past 10 months I have had to focus on being in my body and moving it in very different ways. I have had to overcome my physical space bubble, touch and be touched by strangers in a way that didn’t involve IVs, blood sticks, surgery or other physical assaults. I have had to learn to be SEXY (still Continue Reading…

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The last tumor, a leiomyosarcoma, was removed from my daughter through a liver and gall bladder resection in July of 2014. I am happy to report that she is well. Something, if not multiple things are scanned every three months. When she says she’s tired, I worry. When she doesn’t feel good, I worry. I’m always worried. I am so grateful she is still here.

At the time of my daughter’s last cancer diagnosis, I was recovering from a broken leg and still had contractors working in my house repairing the extensive damage caused by a broken water line to the icemaker behind the refrigerator. I am happy to report that my leg has healed completely. The contractors are gone. Now anything that normally happens in a home – a burnt out light bulb, a faucet leaking, even a dead plant causes stress and triggers my well-worn trauma response. The record drought has not helped. But I am grateful to finally have some peace and quiet. Continue Reading…

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During the past month I have been constantly reminded of how ‘normal’ life goes on during and after cancer.

During the airing of the Super bowl in early February, my husband and I discovered a plumbing leak in our kitchen that required immediate attention after already having created much damage to cabinets, walls and floors in two rooms. The water leak had gone undetected, possibly for weeks, until the symptoms of bubbles in our walls appeared and the floor started to buckle. Earlier in the week I noticed that an upper cabinet was stained from what I thought was spilled coffee that had not been cleaned up. Finally all the dots connected and the ‘disaster’ clicked. Continue Reading…