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“You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need.” Mick Jagger
I gave him the full mama bear hug and kissed the side of his head before sending him off with the usual parting words of a mother, “Have fun and be good.”
Only he wasn’t my child.
How did I know he needed mothering at that moment? Simple. He asked.
There were at least 30 of us at a neighbor’s house observing the pre-Junior Prom, picture-taking ritual. My son’s friend was there alone, his mother unable to attend. When it came time to leave for the prom, parents sent their children off with huge smiles, kisses and hugs.
As I released my hold on my son and sent him over to his father, his friend looked at me, extended his arms and said, ““My mother isn’t here and I need a hug too.”
As I hugged my son’s friend (for longer than I thought he would let me) it struck me that I had just witnessed this 17-year-old boy put the formula for getting what you need into action:
Awareness + Permission + Action = You Get What You Need
1. Awareness: You can’t get what you need if you don’t know what you need. Are you as aware of your emotional need for affection, validation, understanding and support (just to name a few) as you are of your physical needs? If not, is it because you don’t think you’ll get them met anyway? If you want to have any chance of getting your needs met, you have to own them. No one else is going to get real about your needs until you do.
2. Permission: Once you’re aware of your needs, do your best not to judge them. Whatever you need is valid and has merit. Viewing our needs through the prism of judgment causes us to shame ourselves into silence and inaction. Had my son’s friend thought he was being silly or juvenile, he never would have asked me for a hug before he went off to his first prom.
3. Action: You know what you need and you know your needs have merit – now take action! Be brave and ask for what you need. You can be subtle or take the direct approach like my son’s friend, but you’re not going to get anything until you come out and ask for it.
Most of us let fear stop us from working the formula to get what we need. We’re afraid we’ll be judged, uncomfortable with vulnerability, or we’ve been rejected too many times before. Plus, fear keeps us playing small, believing we’re incapable of finding creative solutions to getting what we need.
The only way to ditch fear is to acknowledge it and then promptly ignore it.
When I was in the midst of cancer treatment, I was overwhelmed by daily responsibilities. Afraid to acknowledge I needed help, I soldiered on, until it got to be too much. Finally, I talked with my oncology therapist who suggested, among other things, that I simply ask my husband to help me with the grocery shopping on the weekends, rather than continue to do it myself during the week.
When I heard her suggestion, it was like a cloud lifted. Why did I think I had to do it all myself? And, why had I forgotten that we used to do the grocery shopping together every weekend before we had children, simply because we wanted to spend the entire weekend together?
Of course, my husband readily agreed to shop with me on the weekends and we’ve been doing it together ever since. I often joke with him that our big date of the week is going to Whole Foods on Saturday mornings.
Finding the courage to ask for what I needed reminded me that most people, and certainly my husband, respond generously. And here’s the kicker – at the moment the openness it takes to ask for what you need comes together with that generosity, a beautiful bubble of abundance and gratitude is created.
Do you struggle with getting what you need? Have you had the honor of showing up for someone who needed something from you? I’d love to hear about it in the comments below.
I'm going to practice what I preach and ask you to join the conversation in the comments below. I answer every comment and would also love to see you share this post on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. Thank you!
Survival > Existence,
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These words of Dr. Maya Angelou's have always spoken to me. The raw, unvarnished truth is that we all have stories and we all need to be heard. Finding the courage to tell our stories relieves the agony of silence and frees us to heal. WhereWeGoNow was created on the foundation of this truth. May we all continue to support and encourage each other to tell our untold stories. Rest in peace dear Maya and thank you for speaking your truth.
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I have an uneasy relationship with Susan G. Komen. In fact, ever since I was diagnosed with breast cancer, there's been a big pink elephant in the room.
Summer of 2009: I’m between surgeries, down one breast and scarred from hip to hip. I’m having a tough time emotionally and the blanketing of the world with pink ribbons isn’t helping. (I’ll never forget wondering who thought it was a good idea to smack the pink ribbon on Mike’s Hard Lemonade.)
People who love and support me give me pink ribbon pins, bracelets and buttons. I don’t want to hurt their feelings, but the last thing I want is to take on the pink mantle. I cannot lose any more of myself to this disease. The thought of someone meeting me for the first time and immediately associating me with breast cancer just doesn’t sit well.
My aversion to Komen got worse when I discovered bloggers like Rachel Cheetham Moro, who died from metastatic breast cancer at age 42. Her exhaustive accounting of how Komen prioritizes awareness over life-saving research is seminal and sparked a movement in the metastatic community, which is rightfully up in arms.
Finally, the Planned Parenthood debacle, which saw Komen sacrifice its mission to serve underprivileged women to make a political statement about abortion, depressed fundraising and nearly toppled the brand.
And yet, this is the organization that brought attention to breast cancer at a time when people couldn’t say “breast” or refer to cancer as anything other than “The Big C.” This is the organization that mobilized millions to speak up, fundraise and come together to create a community and a movement.
This is the organization that has the heft to actually deliver on its founder’s promise to end breast cancer forever.
Hopeful Komen’s PR fiascoes have led it to a re-examine its priorities, I accepted its invitation to the first, all-expense paid blogger summit in Washington, DC, on May 9th and 10th. My goal was to listen. I hoped to hear an honest acknowledgement of past mistakes and a re-commitment to its mission. I also couldn't miss an opportunity to meet the other invited bloggers, Amanda Hudson, Rene Skyler, Renee Ross, Sam Schuerman, Nicole McLean, Melissa Paskvan, Janice Lynch Schuster and Barbara Jacoby. I wasn't disappointed and spending the weekend with these women was an honor.
The first day of the summit, Komen scholar and research scientist Dr. Neil L. Spector spoke about his work in the field of translational research focusing on developing more effective and less toxic targeted therapies for the use in the treatment of established breast cancer and ideally as prevention strategies in high risk populations.
My ears perked up when Dr. Spector noted that 20 years ago, 40,000 women a year died from metastatic breast cancer and that number hasn’t budged since. He explained that his mission to serve those women and “not leave anyone behind” is personal. Five years ago, Dr.’s Spector’s heart was so damaged due to undiagnosed Lyme disease that he had only 72 hours left to live without a heart transplant. Dr. Spector doesn’t have metastatic breast cancer, but facing death as a young husband and father fuels empathy and guides his work.
The second speaker brought most of the room to tears as she spoke of her passion to understand the mechanisms behind brain metastases as it relates to breast cancer. Komen scholar and researcher Dr. Priscilla Brastianos currently leads a multidisciplinary clinic at Massachusetts General Hospital to provide specialized care for patients with brain metastases. Her hope is to identify new therapeutic targets to treat this devastating complication of cancer, which killed her grandmother and, just three weeks earlier, had killed her mother.
We also heard from two local organizations serving the especially hard-hit and underserved populations of DC and surrounding areas. DC Pink Divas is a patient navigation, training and education program designed to combat the higher than national rates of breast cancer in areas of Washington, DC, and Maryland.
The second organization, Nueva Vida, supports and empowers Latino families affected by cancer, and advocates for and facilitates their timely access to state-of-the-art cancer care.
Last year, I volunteered as an independent grant review panel member for the North Jersey Komen affiliate, which awarded $766,000 in grants to fund 21 programs at 15 local community non-profits. The programs provided such vital services as transportation to care, education, counseling, and funding for wigs and prosthesis. It was moving to hear from the real people running these programs and see actual examples of where the 75% of funds raised by Komen affiliates goes in their local communities.
At the end of the first day, we met with the new CEO and President of Komen, Dr. Judith Salerno. On the job for only nine months, Dr. Salerno expressed a real desire to listen, which encouraged me to speak up for the metastatic community, which needs to be invited to the table and heard. We also discussed pink fatigue and pink washing and our hope that new management meant a new approach.
And this is how Komen reels you in. As noted by writer and breast cancer survivor Peggy Orenstein, Our Feel Good War on Breast Cancer glosses over the ugly (dying from metastatic cancer) and celebrates pink survivors, ribbons, products, overstating mammography’s benefits, and “awareness.”
To date, when it comes to “the Cure,” the numbers don’t even come close to supporting the rhetoric. For 2012, the last year for which financial reports are available, Komen raised $428,897,000, of which $69,146,000 was dedicated to research. That means only 16% of the funds raised went to research and, of that 16%, not all of it was devoted to research on metastatic illness.
This is my quandary and, as I confessed to Dr. Salerno, the reason I kept my trip to DC a secret. Although I was heartened by her willingness to listen, and the good work of Dr. Spector, Dr. Brastianos and the community-based grantee organizations inspired hope, until and unless the metastatic community receives its fair share of the pie, I’m just not comfortable supporting Komen.
But I want to be. I sincerely hope and pray that Komen’s new management team, led by Dr. Salerno, can turn the ship and right its course for the good of everyone stricken by this disease.
Survival > Existence,
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