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Look Good...Feel Better Again

Last week was officially Look Good...Feel Better Week. In honor of this program which helped me so much, I'm rerunning a post I wrote exactly a year ago on my experience. My one piece of advice: If you have the opportunity to be a part of this program, sign up now. You will be very glad you did.

As a graduate of Look Good ... Feel Better, I want to share this with you because I've experienced the power of LGFB. Initially, I didn't think it would help me feel better because I didn't have chemotherapy or radiation. I felt ugly when I looked at my naked body, which no amount of make-up would fix. I was about to be proven wrong.

Sitting in a room with other women, many wearing scarves and wigs, I felt out of place. My survivor's guilt really kicked in when it was assumed I had chemotherapy because of the length of my hair, which has been short since high school. As a Stage 0, DCIS cancer patient, I didn't want anyone to think I suffered more than I had. Despite my mastectomy and TRAM flap reconstruction, without the chemotherapy and hair loss experience, I felt like an outsider.

The instructor walked us through make-up application and the conversation flowed freely. As we talked and shared, we became girls enjoying girly things. I fit right in. Then the group encouraged the woman sitting next to me to take off her wig for the first time in public. Because I genuinely liked short hair, I was very sincere when I assured her how chic she looked.

Sharing such an intense moment drew us all into a sacred, caring circle - to which I definitely belonged. It was one of the first experiences that taught me I was not alone. It also was the first time I used my cancer experience in order to help someone else. For more on that part of the story, read my earlier post about that day here

If you or someone you know is going through treatment, let them know about the Look Good .. Feel Better program. Do you have a Look Good ... Feel Better story to share?

Survival > Existence,


Book Review: "Sexy After Cancer - Meeting Your Inner Aphrodite on the Breast Cancer Journey"

In an earlier post, I asked, "How can you talk about survivorship without talking about sex? More importantly, how can you talk about celebrating an inspired survivorship without talking about sex?" My answer to both questions is: You can't.

That's what I like about Sexy After Cancer - Meeting Your Inner Aphrodite on the Breast Cancer Journey. Author Barbara Musser has no fear when it comes to talking about sex and sexuality.

With stunning frankness, Musser takes us through her personal breast cancer story. She begins the book by sharing practical tips for getting through the diagnostic and treatment phases, including how to assemble a support team, why it's good to cry, and how to manage fear, meditate and breathe.

Of course, there is little time for thoughts of sex and sexuality during the early phases of cancer. It's after, when we come out of the fox hole and feel like "damaged goods" that sexuality becomes a painful subject.

Many women are ill-prepared to deal with the libido, body image and desirability issues compounding their "new normal." Musser's three-part prescription takes you through the inner work necessary to find your inner sexy. Next she teaches you how to communicate your needs to your partner and, lastly, provides sexuality practices and exercises that expand intimacy and pleasure.

Whether she is talking about libido, intimacy, dating after cancer, fertility and family planning, self-love, forgiveness or how to feel sexy, Musser's message is the same. Don't be afraid to focus on your heart, mind, spirit and sexuality. When you do, you awaken to healing, joy and self-celebration and rediscover the magnificent, sexy woman within. 

Survival > Existence,

Related Posts:

10 Little Things to Do With Mindful Awareness

Why Mindfulness is Vital to Sexual Health

(FTC Disclosure: I received this book for free from the author for this review. The opinion in this review is unbiased and reflects my honest judgment.)


Reflections on My Fourth Year Cancerversary

When I think of cancer "anniversaries" there is only one date that comes to mind. April 15, 2009 - the day of my mastectomy.

From September 2008 to February 2009, all I remember is a whirlwind of appointments, tests, biopsies, phone calls, internet searches, crying jags and, finally, a diagnosis. You would think I could remember that date, but I don't. I think I had been through too much for too long and simply didn't have the brain power to commit the date to memory.

Finally, there was certainty, but many new questions. I was definitely going to lose my breast to a Stage 0 cancer I hadn't even been sure qualified me as a cancer patient. Now I had weeks to count down the days and contemplate the ramifications:

I remember fear and a feeling of being in the Twilight Zone. How could this actually be happening? Who are these many, many people swarming all around me? How am I going to feel, look, function – survive - when I wake up?    

One year later, I decided I needed to celebrate my anniversary and asked my husband out to lunch. Mind you, I didn't want to celebrate the actual day. No, I was celebrating the fact that I had made it to April 15, 2010. I had managed to create distance from 2009, which included another surgery in September and major emotional issues. It was a major accomplishment that deserved to be celebrated.

That's how going out to lunch with my husband on April 15th became a tradition. Year two we went out again and I considered it "a very good day:"

It is a tremendous gift to know yourself and what you are capable of doing. Once you know it, you can put that faith in your pocket where it will safely stay in case you ever need it again. ... I'll be celebrating my survival, healing and the surprising gifts of cancer.

Year three was reflective and definitely not celebratory. We went out to lunch again, but I was focused on the emotions and fears of the actual day. On a positive note, I did realize how mindfulness and a few amazing people pulled me through.

How do I feel today? I'm not really sure. Initially, I tried to ignore the day and didn't mention lunch to my husband. For the first time, I felt silly bringing it up - like I should be past all that by now. As I wrestled with that feeling, I slowly realized I was on a survivor's guilt trip. If I wanted to go to lunch, I was entitled and shouldn't try to talk myself out of it.

After all that, my husband said he had remembered our tradition, but wasn't able to work out his schedule. Rather than disappointing me, he validated the importance of our tradition to both of us.

I don't know how I'll feel next week when we go out to lunch. Even four years later, it's clear to me that I'm still dealing with a moving target.  I shed some tears as I read my earlier cancer anniversary blog posts, but posting to my Facebook page drew many supportive responses. We had an excellent discussion and, once again, the nurturing of other survivors who "get it" teaches me the most important lesson I've learned over the last four years, "I am not alone!"

Survival > Existence,

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How to Know It's Time for You to Face The Unknown

Today, I'm sharing the first blog post I wrote for The Huffington Post:

"Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next." -- Gilda Radner

Have you ever been completely satisfied with life? Everything is humming along perfectly, including your job, your health, your relationships, your kids and your community.

Me neither. 

Like they say, "It's always something, right?" Annoyances spring up all the time to test our patience. The furnace breaks down on the coldest day of the year, endless traffic gets between you and an appointment, the cable is out again.

That's all small stuff compared to life's unexpected curveballs. For me, there's been infertility, miscarriages and breast cancer, to name a few. I bet you've been thrown a few curveballs too.

Here's the thing: When we face a curveball, change happens whether we like it or not. We may not realize it in the thick of it, but our "normal" life ceases to exist and is replaced by something unrecognizable and euphemistically referred to as the "new normal." That's why they call it life-changing.

So here you are, facing a life-changing event, but that doesn't mean you can accept it. In fact, most people stare into the "new normal" with complete disbelief:

"When will I get pregnant and have a baby like everyone else?"

"How could he leave me?"

"Why does my body look like it got run over by a truck?"

"Will I ever feel safe, normal, happy, healthy, trusting, (fill in the blank) again?"

As painful as it is, you're not wallowing when you ask questions and speak your fears. Introspection brings answers that let us eventually accept that change is necessary. Seventeen years ago, it took just one pivotal question to open my eyes during the most stressful time of my life.

I was at the crossroads of an intense job I didn't like, mothering the toddler who took five years to have, and fearing infertility and miscarriages would strike again if we tried to have another baby. I was burnt out, crying on my way in and out of my law office, and paralyzed with fear. At one point, I theorized I couldn't have a second child and keep my job, so I had to sacrifice the child.

One day, I hit bottom and made an appointment with a therapist. I don't remember anything she said, except for this: "Why do you feel you have to endure?"

That question changed my life. Why was I choosing to stay stuck in a situation that was killing my spirit and the family we wanted? Why did I feel there was strength in enduring the known, when it was fear of the unknown that was really driving my decisions?

That question and the answers it evoked led me on a journey of reinvention. Shortly after I talked with my therapist, I got pregnant with our son. The pregnancy went off without a hitch, and I quit my job after he was born.

Reinventing myself was necessary again after my breast cancer diagnosis. Treatment, body image issues, anger, loneliness and fear breaks a person open. I struggled for a year, all the time religiously meeting with my oncology therapist to sift through the muck cancer stirred up. Finally, I was able to embrace my "new normal" and reinvent myself as a writer and advocate for cancer survivors.

What's the difference between enduring and holding on through a difficult time? You are enduring if:

  1. Living your life is sapping every bit of your happiness.
  2. You get up every morning dreading the day ahead.
  3. Your personality is changing for the worse to the point that you don't recognize yourself.
  4. Your friends don't want to be around you.
  5. You are making crazy deals with yourself. (Like: "I guess I have to give up having a baby so I can keep a job I hate.")

How do you know it's time to stop enduring and face the unknown? Simple. When the fear of "having to change" becomes less awful than the hell you are living, you are ready.

At that very second, you finally understand that enduring the beast you know isn't where we find the juice in life. It's only when you stop resisting change and make the best of the moment, "without knowing what's going to happen next," that the universe supports you to create inspired healing, wellness, and live-out-loud joy.

Survival > Existence,

Related Posts:

Seven Thoughts on Embracing Change

Are You Still Struggling with the Loneliness of Life After Cancer?

Coping with Cancer Anger

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Remembering Roger Ebert

Cancer and its treatment takes so much from us all. When it took Roger's ability to eat and speak, he had to reinvent the way he used his voice. Don't miss this inspiring TED Talk from 2011. Good bye Roger and thank you for your voice.

Survival > Existence,

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