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    Why do people become ill

    <p>Why do people become ill</p>
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    Letting go

    <p>Letting go</p>
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    Let life surprise you…what’s an obstacle you have that is holding you back from happiness?

    <p>Let life surprise you…what’s an obstacle you have that is holding you back from happiness?<br></p>
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    Presence

    <p>Presence</p>
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    # day to day events 8-9- 22 and days prior # anxiety

    Well, today I don’t feel so full of dreams and like planning or taking risks. Today, I can’t sleep thinking that my husband and I may have to leave this house. Nothing has been said- but I feel leaving is inevitable. Of course , we don’t live forever.

    Now that my one sister is sick w cancer and another is up in years- that only leaves one sister - my youngest to help me. ( my other sister is being taken care of by her children at this point abt 3,000 miles away.)?Or help us. My husband’s family stay away and have stayed away for the last abt 18 yrs.
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    Knowing this sister like I do- I think - I don’t know what to think- this sister is so very kind- but I have seen her in action before.

    When I was younger after I had been in the psychiatric hospital when I got out I went to my mother’s house. Upon arriving at her house I was preoccupied w processing and figuring out what had happened to me. Being in the hospital- had been several times by then- I just did not understand. So, I would sit and try to figure out what happened or lie down and try to process.
    Well, my mom could niether handle me sitting nor laying down so she called this younger sister who was 9 mos pregnant by the way. My sister came to my moms house and told me my mom could no longer handle me in her home- so my sister drove me to the hospital. In other words my mom kicked me out of her house by the way of my sister.

    So, I very easily see this sister telling me I can no longer or my husband and I could no longer live in my house. Don’t know where she would have such power. The house belongs to my husband and me- no one else. But, if my sister were to do something like this- could I tell her forget it- we are staying ? And have nothing to do w my family? Could I live my life like this??

    Nothing has been said to me. I just don’t know what lies ahead. Since my husband and I don’t have children I feel something like this or something similar will happen.

    It may be that my sister may wait to see if something were to happen to my husband - then my sister would wait to act. Maybe not.

    I would think my youngest sister is going to want to be sure I am safe and secure before much longer. She has her own life to live. Right now she is helping her daughters w their children. I know her husband and she want to relax stop and enjoy life before long

    I jusr don’t know what lies ahead. Tonight I am not as positive as I was last night..sorry to say. 😔.

    I know I have to take care of myself. I am not looking forward to possibly having to leave my house. W or w/ o husband.
    I just don’t think my assessment is all that far off.

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    Do you like tracking the books you’ve read?

    <p>Do you like tracking the books you’ve read?</p>
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    No need to impress others

    <p>No need to impress others</p>
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    Make sure to check for cancer

    #hey crunchy mammas I am so sorry I haven’t posted in so long. It is scary but scientifically proven that cancer could be anything. Have you been seeing little things on your hands or feeling like you have food poisoning. It’s probably cancer. I would go get checked at your nearest doctors office. Love you crunchy mommas stay safe and most importantly stay crunchy.

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    Being real

    <p>Being real</p>
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    Kathleen Friel

    Changing Health Perspectives With Cerebral Palsy and Metastatic Breast Cancer

    “It’s best to institutionalize her. She has no rehabilitative potential.” This is what a neurologist told my parents 47 years ago after I’d failed to meet developmental milestones related to movement. I was then diagnosed with cerebral palsy (CP). My parents found me a different doctor, a doctor who recognized my full potential — which changed the trajectory of my life. CP stems from a developmental brain injury that has gifted me with garbled speech, an “abnormal” gait, and reduced fine motor skills. My disability is obvious to people when they meet me. They may not know what “CP” is, but they know there’s something up with me. Often, they assume I am neither intelligent nor capable. Growing up, school was a great opportunity for my intellectual growth — and for teaching me how to live with an obvious disability. Particularly during school transitions – like starting at a new elementary school and then moving on to middle and high schools – I learned the importance of educating others about my cerebral palsy. Education was the key to acceptance. My mom would come visit my class after I’d moved to a new school. We would tell the story of my life with CP: the multiple muscle and bone surgeries I’ve had to straighten my legs, the frustration of not being able to speak clearly, and the reality that I wasn’t much different than other kids. Each time we offered one of these educational visits, my life at school rapidly improved. Kids stopped teasing me. I made more friends and felt less lonely. People simply got it. I became more outgoing and more involved in school activities. My everyday life with cerebral palsy is quite ordinary. I take out the trash. I do laundry. I sleep late on weekends. To me, my body is normal and my life is normal. My speech sounds perfectly clear in my head. I’ve built a life of convincing people that my visible and audible “impairments” do not affect my intellect, my potential, or my freedom. This simple fact seems to mesmerize many folks. I went to college and then graduate school — usually as the only student in class with an obvious physical disability. I earned a doctoral degree in neurophysiology – the study of how the brain works. Now, I run a research laboratory at an Ivy League institution in New York. The goal of my lab is to develop innovative interventions to help people with cerebral palsy optimize their fine motor skills. My many wonderful colleagues and I have made substantial gains in understanding how the brain controls movement in people with CP — from which we can build more effective interventions. Not only do I strive to help kids improve their movement, but I also hope to show them and their families that they can live happy, exciting lives. I want kids with disabilities to know that even if society judges them for their visible disabilities, they may derive abundant joy from proving people wrong. In July of 2018, though, I had a sudden bout of severe back pain. After a couple months of inconclusive medical testing, I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer (MBC). Before a tumor was visible on a mammogram, breast cancer cells had found a home in my spine. As a friend with MBC characterizes this diagnosis, “Do not pass go; do not collect $200.” Now what? While early stages of breast cancer are curable, MBC is terminal. As my wonderful oncologist described it, once cancer cells metastasize beyond the breast, we MBC patients have “cancer dust” forever circulating through our bodies. Eventually, these “dust bunnies” claim eminent domain over our organs. Therefore, we often must be on strong treatments for the rest of our lives. The average longevity of a person with MBC is about two to three years — although many live longer. I’m lucky that I’ve already beaten the odds. MBC treatments do not cause some of the stereotypical chemotherapy side effects. I haven’t lost all of my hair, and I haven’t lost weight. MBC isn’t throwing me any bones, though. My MBC is mostly invisible from my appearance, but I struggle with joint pain, nausea, and fatigue — and there are so many more symptoms I have. After one treatment, I lost my fingerprints. My medications make it even more difficult to speak clearly, which further isolates me when there’s so much I want to say. I’m now in a world that contradicts the lessons of my life with cerebral palsy. It’s quite the conundrum. I’ve spent my life proving to people that my disability does not affect my intellect or potential — which is true of my CP — but MBC is an invisible, terminal condition that affects multiple aspects of my life. Christine Miserandino popularized the “spoon theory” of life with chronic illness in which energy is represented by “spoons.” Let’s say that a healthy person has 30 spoons of energy per day. Dressing and showering may take two spoons, a workday may take ten spoons, and so on. People with health challenges, though, might only have 10 spoons per day. We may often have to make careful choices about how we use our “spoons.” If going to a doctor’s appointment takes five spoons, then we have to figure out how to accomplish the rest of our day with only five spoons left. I’ve tried to use my favorite childhood tool — education — to improve my relationships while living with MBC. I’ve educated people about what my diagnosis means, my prognosis, my treatment plan, and my needs. However, some don’t believe it, and they’ll say, “You look fine!” Living with MBC can be isolating, but I’ve now spent more than half my diagnosis in a pandemic, which exacerbates the loneliness. In my work, I continue to write grants for projects I likely won’t live to complete. I feel driven to make as big an impact as possible in the world knowing that my window of opportunity could close at any moment. I want to be remembered as the “cool aunt” by my nephews and nieces, though I’m their only aunt who doesn’t have a dog. It may be a hard sell. I’ve maintained an active life after my MBC diagnosis. Nearly a year into my diagnosis, I earned my black belt in taekwondo. Still, MBC is a beast. When my MBC is visible to others, it is awkward – I think it’s a reminder of my mortality. I’ve lost several meaningful friendships with people who say they can’t bear a “front row view” to my struggles. I get it, but it stings knowing that their discomfort overrides their value of my friendship. With both CP and MBC, one thing I’ve always known is that my true friends are the real deal. Their love, acceptance, and good humor keep me afloat. Here I am, needing folks to understand the severity of my MBC diagnosis after spending a lifetime teaching people that my CP does not affect my abilities. This health challenge has gifted me with several lessons. Talking about health conditions should not be taboo. Whether a person has a visible or an invisible health condition, listen to them. Everyone is likely living with struggles of some sort. Acknowledging our needs, our talents, and our mortality gives us all space to live authentically. We all deserve this sacred gift.