Thoughts About Breast Cancer

I was reminded this week of how important it is to keep fighting the war against breast cancer.

Reminders

1. Another friend from college was just diagnosed with breast cancer.

2.I saw the story in the news about the porn star and the boob bus in New York. If you haven’t read about it (and you want to) you can find it here http://www.foxnews.com/health/2012/04/24/save-our-boobs-bus-features-porn-star-free-breast-exams/

3. I received a message on Facebook from a cousin asking for prayers for a young mother she knows who was just diagnosed.

4. I read a really good article about cancer treatment that offered hope. You can read it here,

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/marlo-thomas/hope-in-cancer-research_b_1441357.html

5. And then I found myself in a room with three other women who were all breast cancer survivors.

Their Stories (Not using their real names)

Janice has been a survivor for over 20 years. I know her professionally, but didn’t know she was a survivor until this conversation.

Mary has been a survivor for ten years. She had a double mastectomy and then had plastic surgery a year later. The reconstructive surgery almost killed her. She was on a ventilator for weeks.

Sue just had a double mastectomy about three months ago and is finally feeling better. As the newest member of the club that no one wants to belong to, she started the conversation about breast cancer when she told us about her new boobs.

“These are so much better than the first ones I bought,” she said with a laugh. “The first ones were so heavy they weighed me down. These are so light I hardly know I’m wearing them!”

That might not sound like a big deal to you, but to the three women in this conversation, it was extremely important. Try to imagine attaching lead weights to your chest and carrying them around every day!

Mary is comfortable with the fact that she had surgery now, but says she did it for the wrong reasons. “My family wanted me to do it. I really didn’t want to. I let them talk me into it.”

Janice said that when she first got her mastectomy bra it was so heavy she walked with one shoulder drooping. “I looked ridiculous. I’m not sure what the thing was made of but it felt like it weighed five pounds.”

Standing there listening to them I realized a few things.

1. Statistics say that at some point during a woman’s life one out of  8 women will get breast cancer.  I might have been the only woman in the room that day that hadn’t had breast cancer, but I can’t count on two hands how many friends (and relatives) who have. I may not be the one in 8 who gets it, but then again I might. Regardless, do I really want to sit back on my laurels and wait to see who gets hit with it next? Or do I want to be proactive and remind others how important check-ups and self exams are and help raise money for research? I don’t want my young granddaughters to have to continue to fight this fight when they are older.

2. We’ve come a long way but we have a long way to go. As long as treatments are still making women sick, as long as there are difficult choices that have to be made, as long as the options are confusing and frightening, as long as expense is still a factor in treatment choices, as long as women have to lie awake and night and worry about the breast cancer monster, we still have work to do.

I had no idea about all the different treatment options for women until my friends and cousin told me. If it’s confusing to me, what about the women who have to make the decision about having reconstructive surgery or not? And if a woman chooses not to have it, can she afford comfortable options that make her feel good? I think we all know the answer to that question.If it comes down to paying the rent and feeding your children or buying the newest and most comfortable bras for mastectomy patients, which do you think they’ll choose?

Like I said, we still have work to do.

3. Way too many women are living with this disease. For them breast cancer awareness month isn’t just October, it’s twelve months a year…day after day…decision after decision…test after test….prayer after prayer.

Your Life….Your Questions

Have you done your self exam this month?

Have you had your mammogram this year?

Have the women in your life had theirs?

If not, why not?

To borrow an over used phrase….just do it, and then do a little more.

Participate in a Relay for Life, Walk the Avon Walk, Join a Susan G. Komen team. Let’s not stop fighting until this war is won!

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Hills and Hills of Daffodils

I love yellow. It’s such a happy color. Most of the interior of my house is painted a warm, buttery, yellow.  But nothing does yellow better or says “spring” louder than a hillside full of daffodils.

If I were a poet I know these flowers would inspire me, but since I’m not, I borrowed one from Robert Frost to share with you.

A Prayer in Spring

Robert Frost
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.

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Lightning Bolt Moments

One of my all time favorite movies is Sergeant York. I showed it to my history classes every year. At first they would complain because it was obviously an old film (black and white), but after a few minutes they were hooked. You have to know a little about the movie to understand the rest of this post, so let me clue you in.

Alvin York was a back woods country boy with a God fearing mother who prayed for him daily.  Alvin ignored her lifestyle and stayed drunk as much as possible. One night while walking through the woods (he was plastered again) during a thunderstorm a lightening bolt struck a tree right in front of him, missing him by inches. Alvin had enough fear of the Lord in him to realize he had just stared death in the face and been spared. That moment changed his life. From then on he went to church, studied his Bible and did his best to follow Jesus. If you want to know what else happened you will have to watch the movie or read a history book.

You don’t have to be Alvin York to experience life changing moment. I’ve known other people who have experienced this as well. They may not have seen a bolt of lightning, but something happened that opened their eyes and caused their spiritual life to turn around.

Why am I sharing this? Because you may know someone who is on the path of destruction. You may want to help, but don’t know how. You may be waiting for them to experience a “lightening bolt moment.”  Love them. Keep praying for them and never, ever give up no matter how discouraged you become.

No matter how confused or troubled a person becomes, God can heal them. The next time you see a drunk lying on a park bench or hear of someone being arrested for drugs, think about Alvin and pray those folks have a “lightening bolt moment” before it’s too late.

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Thursday Thoughts on Warmth

It is hard not to talk about the weather this winter. All over the world it has definitely been unusually harsh. Yesterday I went out to put wood in our stove and practically ran back to the house (running for me is unusual) to get inside where it was warm. At least we didn’t get snow this week like our neighbors to the north. I’ll bet even Oprah found it hard to get around in Chicago this week.

I heard that the groundhog didn’t see his shadow and supposedly spring is on the way, but just in case he’s wrong I ordered some more wood from the guy who supplies ours.

February is the month I start yearning for warmer weather, the beach, and the sound of the ocean. Yesterday my aunt posted this picture on her Facebook page. I almost couldn’t bear to look at it.

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She’s in Mexico on vacation. Boy, will she have a rude awakening when she gets back home!

Where ever you are, dear reader, I hope you are safe and warm.  Hugs to you….Teresa

Thursday Thoughts About Liking Someone

I “like” you. Do you “like” me? Circle yes or no.

Believe it or not I can still remember passing notes like this at school. I think I was in second or third grade when I hit this stage. I don’t think kids ” like” people anymore. Now days it’s called “talking to someone,” which doesn’t make sense to me. I talk to people all the time but that doesn’t mean I “like” them. In fact there are lots of folks I talk to that I wish I could use a remote control on them and mute them. Loud, obnoxious parents at ballgames for instance (always parents of the opposing team of course!)

This morning I received an email from someone wanting me to “like” their Facebook page. Obviously the word “like” has changed meaning over the years. I went to the Facebook page that the person had requested me to “like” and decided that I did like it.  (Are you sick of the word “like” yet?…if not keep reading).

Facebook is an amazing way to connect with people, organizations, etc. and most of the time I “like” it, but sometimes I don’t (is there a dislike button somewhere?)

I don’t play games and so when people send me requests for roosters for their farm in Farmville, I don’t respond.

I don’t like foul language or hurtful messages and so if anyone chooses to say those things, I “hide” them or remove them all together.

After reading this post if you still have the energy and inclination to “like” me, please go to the NanaHood and TheNanaBlogs Facebook page and “like” me.

http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/NanaHood-and-theNanaBlogs/179831745558

You’ll be glad you did, and by the way, I will be happy to “like” you back!

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Thursday Thoughts on Pinto Beans for Breakfast

This morning I woke up at 10 minutes after 7.  To get to work by 8 I have to leave here by 7:40. That didn’t leave me much time to do anything but the absolute basics. On the way out the door I went looking for a pop tart but there were none to be found. I arrived at work on time, but hungry.

I grabbed a cup of coffee, got to work and soon forgot about my stomach. Then a co-worker brought in a pot of pinto beans that she intended to share with us at lunch. I couldn’t wait, so I had pinto beans for breakfast.

In my grandmother’s younger days when everyone went out to work on the farm, they often had huge breakfasts: fried chicken, sliced tomatoes, biscuits, gravy, the works.

I don’t normally eat much in the morning and I consider certain foods breakfast foods and others I wouldn’t dream of eating early in the morning. Fried chicken just doesn’t sound appealing to me for breakfast, but then again I never imagined I’d ever eat pinto beans for breakfast either!

What’s the most unusual breakfast food you have ever eaten?

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