We digital folk find it difficult to be without our online community. We love our digital relationships so much that anytime we’re presented with a decent 3G signal, we find ourselves temped to check our email. Frankly, Andrea and I have done pretty well over the last few days. Then, curiosity got the better of us.
We’re touched that since posts to WeCanRebuildHer.com slowed down we’ve been receiving lots of email asking how we’re doing; how our children and dog are.
I’m pleased to report that life is grand, full of celebrations, fresh air and the kinds of family and friends that make this life great! In fact, as I write this, we’re transitioning from one wave of celebration and relaxation to the next — which involves a fire pit, sticks and gooey mounds of sugar.
I hope you’re enjoying the beginning of summer as much as we are — whether online, offline or both.
Happy Canada Day!
Happy Independence Day!
PAB is an annual conference and community formed in 2006 which has become a very important part of our lives both as co-organizers and participants. While its roots are in podcasting, the program has matured and become almost exclusively about content creation, community and engagement.
Andrea was part of the JOLT! program for PAB2010 this past weekend. JOLT!s are 5-minute, slide-free presentations during which the speaker is selected to wake-up the imaginations, brains and collective energy of the community.
Andrea’s Contested Irrelevance commanded a standing ovation. Not only that, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house as she shared the story of how the connections and friendships we’ve made online through Just One More Book and We Can Rebuild Her (and others) helped us through our journey to breast cancer survivorship and made us feel relevant.
Video of Andrea’s JOLT! will be available online in the coming weeks. Of course, we’ll embed it on this site.
Congratulations, Andrea. You’ve inspired and touched so many people.
Photo of Andrea and Mark at PAB2010 by Tod Maffin.
Today’s my first full day of freedom.
No needles. No zaps. No waiting rooms. No tests.
Looming or current.
When I discovered that lump, way back in August, I couldn’t have dreamed what lay ahead.
When I heard my diagnosis, way back in October, I couldn’t have dreamed what lay ahead.
I’ve had my share of bad and good news this year.
Sharing with you has brightened both.
Thank you for getting me through the bad.
Thank you for being and celebrating the good.
I still can’t dream what lies ahead. But with the support you’ve given me I’m striding towards it.
At a 40th birthday bash last night, Mark and I ran into an acquaintance from our early days of parenting.
She asked about JustOneMoreBook! and I told her we’d replaced it with a breast cancer blog.
“When did you have that?!” was her shocked response.
That beautiful, knee-jerk, past-tense reaction swelled me with glee. And it’s been echoing in my head ever since.
Cancer in the past tense.
The distant past tense.
Like a bad cold
or a fall
or a notch on my belt.
Thank you, Ashley. For being the first.
Looking forward to celebrating very, very soon!
We know that living organisms must receive and interpret environmental signals in order to stay alive. In fact, survival is directly related to the speed and efficiency of signal transfer. The speed of electromagnetic energy signals is 186,000 miles per second, while the speed of a diffusible chemical is considerably less than 1 centimetre per second.
Energy signals are 1000 times more efficient and infinitely faster than physical chemical signaling. What kind of signaling would your trillion-celled community prefer? Do the math!
I believe the major reason why energy research has been all but ignored comes down to dollars and cents. The trillion-dollar pharmaceutical industry puts its research money into the search for magic bullets in the form of chemicals because pills mean money. If energy healing could be made into tablet form, drug manufacturers would get interested quickly.
— Bruce Lipton, Ph D. The Biology of Belief, 2005.
You can get a good glimpse of a revised understanding of science and how it applies to daily life in this fabulous talk.
Today, mom and I went on a walk to Dow’s Lake. We also went to see Sylvester’s family .
They are doing really well!
His sibling (who was also in the accident) is adapting to his new way of walking and swimming.
While we were watching, a man came on a bike with a little bag. He took his bag off his bike, opened his bag and took out a small sack of seeds. He started to tell us about his job (wild animal care) and we started to tell him about Sylvester. Meanwhile, he was taking out handfuls of seeds.
It’s really nice to know someone who goes to Dow’s Lake two times a day to take care of a duck and his family.
In my pre-motherhood life, I cycled across Canada, coast to coast. I cycled through Tuscany, across Newfoundland and Labrador and along the Icefields Parkway, from Jasper to Banff. I cycled in Arizona, the Gulf Islands and in cycling mobs from the Rideau Lakes Tour and Le Tour Nortel to Le Tour de l”Île de Montréal.
Cycling was a challenge and a rush and a close-up, whole body adventure.
But some of my fondest cycling moments have been early morning commutes, pitch dark rides home after drinks with Jay, and chilly autumn spins with Luba.
Until yesterday, I thought those days were done.
Between my chemo-induced balance issues and my aching muscles and bones, I was afraid to try.
Yesterday, with visions of celebratory post-radiation margaritas dancing in my head, I hauled out my neglected bike, pumped up the tires and gave it a go.
It was indescribably heavenly.
Happiness is cycling. Here’s hoping there’s lots and lots and lots more.
Two months ago I sucked it up and cut yet another beloved food group from my diet.
Since then, my aching, stiff back, joints and limbs have kept me on 24×7 whine.
Last weekend, I finally clued in.
Since chemotherapy and chemo-induced menopause wreak havoc on bones, dumping dairy might not be the brightest move.
What a delicious development.