I just posted my Everyday Health blog after losing an entire post to cyberspace. AAAAAARGH! I did this after taking my 13 year old son Christmas shopping. He hates shopping, but he liked it when I took him to dinner. Things are a bit tight for us, as they are for so many, but “the [...]
I just posted my Everyday Health blog after losing an entire post to cyberspace. AAAAAARGH!
I did this after taking my 13 year old son Christmas shopping. He hates shopping, but he liked it when I took him to dinner. Things are a bit tight for us, as they are for so many, but “the Bubbee” (their nephew, our grandbaby) is of course going to make out like a bandit.
Drove up to Mill Valley to see Jean. Always feel plugged in to the Main Source after I see her. 3 hours total. It’s midnight, and I’m still busy, doing stuff, glad I can do it. I guess I’m slowly getting back to my old self again, even though I’m older and creakier. I’ve heard it can take up to three years. This is my third NED Christmas, one of many more I hope and have faith.
Here’s a sweet picture to tweak your curiosity. I’ll tell you more of the story in another post! For now, let me introduce my wonderful mom and her friend Neville.
Now, to get my happily pooped self to sleep!
My son is watching videos of the Annoying Orange. Yes, it is annoying. So glad I’m going to bed.
Why do I sometimes embrace the pain of life without allowing myself the pleasure? When I was diagnosed, it had been 20 years since I had been on a stage. It had been longer still since I picked up a paint brush. I hadn’t taken a walk on the beach for months. Rediscovering these things [...]
Why do I sometimes embrace the pain of life without allowing myself the pleasure?
When I was diagnosed, it had been 20 years since I had been on a stage. It had been longer still since I picked up a paint brush. I hadn’t taken a walk on the beach for months. Rediscovering these things brought me back home to myself. In the weeks before my mastectomy, I painted my room purple, so I could bask in my favorite color while I recovered.
The day after surgery, I began a piece of art with a Sharpie. I thank my lucky stars that it was not my right side that was compromised!
Just after I began radiation treatments, I auditioned for the part of the White Witch in a local production of “Narnia”. I had very little energy, and I saved it for rehearsals. I worked out my cancer angst rampaging around and turning little creatures into stone, and cackling madly! Did I feel worse for it? No! It was SO MUCH FUN!
What’s the big deal about fun?
Pleasure and fun make me feel the thrill of being alive, and gratitude for it. Fun is exhilarating. Exhilaration means endorphins, the body’s own painkiller. It’s wonderful medicine.
Things that give us pleasure take us to that place where time stops, and we can become lost in what we’re doing, hypnotized, oblivious to pain or worry. When I’m doing mindless tasks that I don’t enjoy, the clock ticks away slowly, but at the end of the day I feel that time has slipped away between my fingers. When I am completely engrossed in something wonderful, every moment is timeless. I am utterly and completely in the present. This brain state is known to be a healing state.
I certainly felt that as I sought these experiences, I came back to a life I had forgotten I had, to joy that I had forgotten I could feel.
Where my life had felt like I was trying to climb out of quicksand, now it felt like my life was something worth fighting for.
Simple, physical pleasures can make pain fade into the background. When I was receiving chemotherapy, and my body hurt, I was blessed to receive a massage every week. I will never forget the generosity of my colleagues at Mills hospital who came week after week and gave me massage; Jim, Lee, Mike, and my dear friend Susan who came all the way from Pleasant Hill and gave me the comfort of touch. During the hour I received, the aches went away.
Cuddling with my children, reading them a story, or singing them a lullaby took my focus away from illness and brought it right into the stuff of life, right here, right now.
Even now, when the spectre of a life cut short is not so directly over my head, I notice that when I neglect these pleasures I don’t feel so well. I feel tense and stressed when I don’t make art, sing, or take a stroll on the beach once in awhile. When life feels like it’s all work and no fun, it’s time for an adjustment. Once I shift my priorities, I actually have more energy and am more productive.
I also believe that what is most satisfying is usually something of value that I can offer to the world. When each of us expresses most truly what’s unique to us, we find our niche, and the world is a better place for our being there.
What’s really good for me at the deepest level is a win-win for everyone in my world, and my cells know this.
My Caringbridge blog was good for me. I looked forward to blogging. When I stopped feeling that I had anything to write there, I slowly became susceptible to the blues. Picking up my blog again, in a new form, makes me happy.
What makes you happy?
As I read through that old post, I remember the feeling all over again, and wish I could always hold that same reverence and appreciation for my health. Painful experiences are soon forgotten, because we’re human, they’re a downer, and we want to get on with life. The part of my painful experience of cancer [...]
As I read through that old post, I remember the feeling all over again, and wish I could always hold that same reverence and appreciation for my health.
Painful experiences are soon forgotten, because we’re human, they’re a downer, and we want to get on with life. The part of my painful experience of cancer treatment that I want to keep is tenderness toward my body, and appreciation of my health every day.
I had great intentions of never taking my health for granted. At the time, I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. I would never fill up on sweets, burn the candle at both ends, forget to take my vitamins or skip eating my veggies. I never intended to let my children know they were in trouble by using their full names either, but that’s another story!
Guilty on all counts, alas. Life gets going, ambitions reawaken, perhaps with a greater sense of urgency than they did before, and I forget how good my body has been to me. My body rode the wild wave of chemotherapy without interruption. My body has bounced back amazingly well. I think of this and feel guilty for forgetting to do all the things I couldn’t wait to do.
I have learned over the course of my tumultuous life that guilt is never a good motivator. When I beat myself with the big shame stick, I only do more of that which I feel guilty about, because shame makes me weak, not strong. What works better for me is appreciation.
As I read through those words I wrote three and a half years ago, the feelings all come flooding back. The amazement of feeling ok after chemo, the exhilaration of anticipating owning my own body again, the sense of accomplishment that I had made it halfway through and was on the downhill slope. I remember those two months of watching my breast return slowly, the red hardness receding with each infusion, feeling deep in my bones that I was going to win. The next four infusions were harder, but I knew that soon I would cross the finish line and begin the next stage of my 2007 Ironwoman triathlon. It was painful to get my breast back and then have to let it go. I appreciate the one I still have all the more.
I can get wildly off track and really neglect myself at times. Then I come to my senses, take the time to feel wonder, sensation, the sensitivity in my fingers and hands that Taxol stole from me for awhile.
So, the challenge and the reward is to still appreciate what I have while I am busy being and doing. I don’t want the slow times I had during and after cancer. Those times of space and reflection were perfect for me then, and the time for that is over. Now it is time to learn how to move towards what matters, doing what makes me happy, but still appreciating the gift of all the things my body is able to do today, tomorrow, the next day.
I still haven’t figured out exactly how to do that. It’s inconsistent at the moment, still learning how to balance reflection with doing. Maybe I need to put up signs.
“Elizabeth, have you thanked your body today? Are you being as good to your body as she deserves? If not, take this moment, right now, to do something nice for your amazing, healthy body!”
I am so grateful for my healthy body, and grateful that I still can cruise in the fast lane when it really matters.
Friday, April 13, 2007 11:58 AM, CDT The sun is out, and it’s what I usually call Bleak Friday, but I am not at all miserable, in fact I feel quite well! Just a little queasy, and the solution for that is simply to nosh all day. Not a bad job, considering. This is great. [...]
Friday, April 13, 2007 11:58 AM, CDT
The sun is out, and it’s what I usually call Bleak Friday, but I am not at all miserable, in fact I feel quite well! Just a little queasy, and the solution for that is simply to nosh all day. Not a bad job, considering.
This is great. The first half is supposed to be the worst, and this is it. Smooth sailing now? !!
I didn’t get outside yesterday, it was cold and windy. Lovely out today, though. Time to putter in my garden, just a bit!
Spoke with my family in Seattle, and the kids are having a fabulous time. Martin is with his second cousin, Damien. Those two have been fast friends since they were 3, and no matter how much time passes, they meet again as if they haven’t skipped a day. This left Felicia with Auntie Andrea and Uncle Paul all to herself. Her Royal Highness had a manicure and pedicure ( she described her blue toes with flowers on them, with great glee ), sushi for dinner, and then dessert at the famous Dilletante Restaurant (it’s all about chocolate… and such chocolate!). Today Felicia is with Grandma Anne, perhaps going on a ferry or some such adventure.
I spent yesterday lounging, reading “The Other Boleyn Girl” (thanks again, Andy!) and reveling in my good fortune to be feeling so relatively well.
Never will I take my health and energy for granted again! When I am through with chemotherapy I will gleefully fill my body with all the nutrition it can hold, and spend my energy in celebration of health. While I am on chemo, I cannot take herbs, or large amounts of antioxidants, because chemo is believed to work best in an oxygen rich environment. When chemo is done, my body is mine again!
Then, after surgery, the cancer will no longer be my constant companion. It is hard, living with it, feeling it in my body, always aware of the size of it, even as it shrinks. I am so looking forward to Dr. Metkus wrapping it up in a neat little package and taking it away.
Today I am going to ignore it, because it’s days are numbered, and I’m halfway through the worst. Thanks Steve, for getting pictures of the rugrats on my website, and for calling me every morning on your way to work. It starts my day right, rain or shine.
Love and Blessings,
I have always loved Thanksgiving. It’s a welcome pause to stop and enjoy my family and my many blessings. Thanksgiving of 2007 was poignant, and each one after that is a benchmark. I am another year older, and then there is Thanksgiving! The focus is the turkey, the festivities, family, or perhaps loneliness and hardship, [...]
I have always loved Thanksgiving. It’s a welcome pause to stop and enjoy my family and my many blessings.
Thanksgiving of 2007 was poignant, and each one after that is a benchmark. I am another year older, and then there is Thanksgiving! The focus is the turkey, the festivities, family, or perhaps loneliness and hardship, which good hearted people try especially to ease at this time of year. What’s great about this whole hoopla is that we are reminded to give thanks, and our churches, workplaces, schools and communities build gratitude into business as usual.
What if gratitude IS business as usual?
My whole perspective on this has changed considerably. I am grateful that my children are little stinkers and made me so mad I wanted to tear my hair out this morning. Why? Because when Thanksgiving came three years ago, I was still weak and sick.
When I was undergoing extremely aggressive treatments for an extremely aggressive cancer, my little pistol of a boy was exquisitely well behaved. That was because he was scared out of his mind. That he is an irascible 13 year old is simply beautiful, and I am so grateful for that!
When I had my 36th birthday, my baby boy was five months old. His godmommy had played with him earlier in the evening, and as I rocked him in my rocking chair, singing him a lullaby, he anointed me with all the churned contents of his little tummy. I laughed, got us both to the bathtub and got us washed off, and reflected on what a gift I had just received for my birthday! I had miscarried before this beautiful boy had come into the world, and the privilege of little baby barf was just perfect.
Having faced the very real possibility of not having the privilege of getting old, I am grateful for my wrinkles, my occasional aches and pains, and that I get to be around children a lot. I am grateful for the smell of rain. I am grateful that I can write, that I can sing, that I can be taxi service for my 11 year old socialite daughter.
All of us grumble. It’s human, and it’s comfortable. Gratitude has not always come naturally to me, but now it does. Not a day goes by that I don’t give thanks for my life, and every beautiful thing in it.
Every day on this earth is a gift. None of us know when our time is up. We could be called home at any moment. The lingering memory of my cancer experience ensures that I am keenly aware of this. I am grateful for the exalted and the mundane, the frustrating and the outrageous. Sometimes the joy is so huge I feel that I can’t contain it, nor would I want to.
I am grateful even for suffering. I know what I can endure, and I have a glimpse of how much love my heart can hold.
The Sufi Master Hazrat Inayat Khan said, “God breaks the heart again and again and again until it stays open.”
Blessings to you and yours this Thanksgiving!
As I am settling into the blogsphere, I am being initiated into unfamiliar territory, the slimy underbelly of comment spam. These spammers are so crafty! They have their canned complimentary comments that they inundate me with, hoping that I will post their comments along with links to their sites. The clue I get that they [...]
As I am settling into the blogsphere, I am being initiated into unfamiliar territory, the slimy underbelly of comment spam.
These spammers are so crafty! They have their canned complimentary comments that they inundate me with, hoping that I will post their comments along with links to their sites. The clue I get that they are spam are the following:
They are highly complimentary without being specific at all. “I could not have found the information you have provided anywhere else” or “I really love your blog and am now suscribed, keep up the good work!” Ah, the proud blogger is pleased until noticing that these exact comments are coming in from multiple sites.
They indicate a problem which it is imperative that I solve, by publishing their comment. “Your feed does not seem to be working, is it your site or my computer?” Answer: I have subscribed to my own feed on all three browsers and I know they work, thanks so much!
Another approach is to try to get me riled up. “Can I place some of your post on my website if I link back to your site?” No, duh, it’s copyrighted.
Or, my favorite: “I have submitted several comments which have not appeared here, is there something wrong with your spam filters?” Dude, I am the spam filter!
Why is this relevant you may ask? Well, actually, pondering why I am so annoyed made me think of how spam gets into my life, and why I hate it.
Spam can be annoying communications that require a response, which are a waste of precious time that is better used for other things. Do you have any of this in your life? I do, although a lot less than I used to. Spammers use any method they can think up to get your attention, so you’ll buy something, do something for them, or provide a way for them to get what they want. Do know any people like that?
What this reminds me of is the importance of valuing my time and energy, whether anybody else does or not. Of course the irony of this is that the more I value my time and energy, the more others will value it. The spam filters work better as they identify what is spam.
My personal spam filters:
Guilt and shame indentifiers. If guilt and shame are present in the communication, I’m not playing.
Resisting snap decisions. When someone wants me to do something and they want it right now, I insist on taking time before deciding, and I tune into whether I really want to do what I am being asked to do, and why.
Willpower! Just because I would like to spend hours noodling around on the internet doesn’t mean it is the best use of my time.
Supportive people in my life. These people remind me what healthy, mutually respectful relationships feel like. I gauge other interactions by this positive experience.
Caring for Me time. The more rested, balanced and centered I am, the better the decisions I make about anything in my life. I make time for real sustenance, not spam.
Real food is good for you, spam will make you fat and lethargic!
Real food is friends, creativity, meaningful work, walks on the beach, children (insert your real food here). A steady diet of real food, with minimal spam, keeps me strong, healthy, and loving life.
Just say no to spam!
I secured my first Thriver story today. My wonderful postman, Douglas, has agreed to tell me his story so I can post it as my first Thriver Profile. My plan is to present these profiles of real people beating cancer on a regular basis, around once every two weeks for awhile. I have at least [...]
I secured my first Thriver story today. My wonderful postman, Douglas, has agreed to tell me his story so I can post it as my first Thriver Profile. My plan is to present these profiles of real people beating cancer on a regular basis, around once every two weeks for awhile. I have at least twenty people on my list!
Douglas and I were talking today about what a morass the internet is when you’re newly diagnosed. There is so much information, and a lot of it is very valuable. Some of it is contradictory. Some of it is outdated and scary. I suspect a lot of us, like my friend Douglas, will flail around out there for a couple of weeks and then “just put it away”.
I want to offer something different here. For every cancer, there is somebody who has prevailed against it, and it is those people that cancer patients need to know about! If you’ve just been diagnosed with colon cancer, Douglas’s story will give you hope. If you’ve been diagnosed with Inflammatory Breast Cancer, read my story and take heart, because that is why I tell it. If you are facing Ovarian Cancer, then you can be uplifted by my Aunt Joan’s story and my freind Avis’s story, if they will let me tell them. I haven’t asked yet! :) These two amazing women have both conquered two separate cancer diagnoses.
I know people who have faced and prevailed against colon cancer, throat cancer, Lymphoma, and Triple Negative Breast Cancer. I know people who were diagnosed at Stage Four and today are cancer free. I also know people who are in remission and going about their lives, coexisting peaceably with their metastatic cancer. A friend of mine has a brother who has survived over 15 years after a belated diagnosis of Breast Cancer. All of these people are on my list, and if they say yes, you will read their stories.
As this site develops, I am getting a clearer and clearer idea of what I want it to be. This is a place to find tools you can get your hands on with great strength, tools and inspiration to keep your chin up. Sometimes keeping your chin up is the most important, and maybe the only thing you can really do today. I’ve had plenty of days like that!
You don’t have to have cancer in your present, future or history to welcome a boost of some kind. I hope anyone who wants one can find it here.
Second thing: I need to adjust my tagline. I don’t want just “resources for during and after cancer”. What can I add to this line that expresses what I’m really doing here?
Please, comment away, I need your input!
P.S. Are you seeing popups on this page? I you are, I am going to kick some —. I hate popups and I am getting them on my admin page. Please let me know!
P.P.S. I just updated “my story” with photos. It’s kind of a long story….
About The LIberation of Persephone/ElizabethElizabeth Danu started this blog to provide a postive and useful resource for people facing cancer and thier loved ones. She is now a ten year survivor of Stage IIIC Inflammatory Breast cancer, enjoying her post-cancer life as a mom, blogger, speaker, wellness consultant and unquenchable optimist. She also sings and performs regularly with her a capella quartet, Curious Blend.
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