Beyond Your Mind

Sometimes I have so much “Becky time” (or alone time) that I start to analyze every motion or movement I make; what day it is, who I am, what I’m doing…and then I think stop, stop, stop. Get out of your head!

A few weeks ago, my favorite Soul Cycle instructor, Sal (no, I will never stop talking about him) starting yelling to us during a sprint – he said, “Your biggest obstacle is…your biggest obstacle is…your mind.” I thought he was going to say that you are your biggest obstacle, but he took it one step further and said it’s your mind. Welp, my mind was blown, because it was so god damn true. I pedaled the shit out of the rest of class and went home and kept repeating Sal’s words in my head. Every scenario in my life where I have been challenged and felt like I couldn’t do it – my mind was telling me ‘no.’ The night before each of my surgeries when I was scared to DEATH, my mind was taking over. What if they don’t get all of the tumor? What if I need a colostomy bag? What if the surgeon doesn’t get enough sleep? What if I can’t tolerate the pain? What if I don’t get my own room in the hospital?

What I’ve realized is that all the work I’ve done on myself – and for myself – has been to overcome my mind. Exercise, surrounding myself with the people I love and love me back, family, and just feelin’ and workin’ my shit out…it has all said, “Hey mind, take that! I’m stronger, braver, and not only can I do this, but I will.”

Three or four years ago, I would have never gone on my rock climbing trip to Colorado with a group of cancer survivors. I would have thought, I can’t rock climb; I’m afraid of heights. Why would I want to be scared like that? I have a weird tumor, so I would be out of place with a bunch of cancer survivors. It’s also really uncomfortable to be with a group of strangers, why would I want to do that?  I also would have NEVER gotten up in front of 500 people and spoke about my cancer journey. Thoughts on that one: Be – dare I say – vulnerable in front of other people, let alone a crowd of 500? Hell, no. They will totally feel bad for me and I don’t want their pity. I don’t need them.

Present day, the score is definitely Becky beats Mind in overtime. All the work I have done to understand how my disease has affected me has really been a gift, because I have learned how to push through thoughts that don’t serve me, and reach even higher than I ever imagined. I am so proud of myself; proud because the thought of something today, would have never been an option in my mind years ago. I am currently raising money for First Descents and if I reach my goal I get to go on the next level program, which is an international trip to surf, go on a Safari, ice climb, or whatever other exotic programs they dream up, and I am not even that scared! Well…maybe a little, but I am not scared enough to prevent me from going!

The simple fact is, the more I push myself and surpass my thoughts, the more I learn who I am, and who I continue to evolve into. You are never done growing, living, stretching, imagining, loving, and being. How exciting!

Buttermilk Feathers

Fear is a funny thing. It’s a thing that I have been thinking about a lot lately – does the way we face fear affect us? Do we face fear differently as we grow? I’m going to answer that question with a big fat yes.

I’ve always considered myself a bit of a risk-taker, but my climbing trip in Colorado with First Descents forced me to push my boundaries and look fear in big, dark pupils. Almost all of the young adult cancer survivors that go on these white-water kayaking, surfing, or rock climbing trips have never done these activities before and are scared of heights, the water, or flipping in the kayak. But, that was the point – to look fear in the face and overcome it. And hey, guess what, something really cool is on the other side.

On the last day of our week in Colorado we had our “graduation day climb,” which was a multi-pitch climb. This means that we kept going up, up, up, as the guide made different paths for us, so we could eventually get to the summit. I went into the week scared of heights and only had moments of fear throughout the week, but it was always something I could talk myself out of. Well, the graduation climb was a different story. I did ok on the first two pitches (or legs) of the climb, but as I started out on the third one, what they call “the exposure” hit me. I was hanging off the side of a cliff, hundreds of feet off the ground with a rope as my safety. As I was about to start climbing, I shouted out to everyone around me that I was scared as shit, ‘cause of course telling everyone made me feel better, ha! After my first two steps, I just freaked out and started crying. Everyone near me – as they had all week – encouraged me to just let it out and feel scared ‘cause hell I was hanging off the side of a cliff. Before this week, I would have never let myself cry it out, especially in front of all those people. Would I have given up? No. But, would I have gotten the same thing out of the experience? I highly doubt it. After crying it out for 30 seconds or so, I continued my climb and kicked its ass! I stared that big bastard named fear right in the face and I said hell I’m going to feel you and overcome you. In that moment, I think I discovered a new piece of myself and continued on my journey to take in all the beauty in life.

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About a week after I got back from my Colorado trip, I got the news that one of my best friends from the week received bad scan results. This beautiful, fun, vibrant, adorable, silly, brave, remarkable 26-year-old’s Hodgkin’s Lymphoma was back with a vengeance. Having all these new, wonderful friends that are cancer survivors, I knew this was a possibility, but that was a fear that was simply easy to overcome. The fullness I have in my life from the people I met and my friend who I will call Lemmon Poppyseed Muffin is indescribable. I am better for knowing them.

My three friends and I just got back from an amazing weekend visiting LP Muffin. She is about to start a chemo regimen, but in the mean time, she is living the SHIT out of life. Every second we were there; there was a smile, a giggle, a dance move, a funny face from her – so much amazing energy. She defines lighting up the room. I am not a huge cuddler or toucher – I mean sometimes – but not huge ha, and I cuddled the shit out of LP Muffin and my other friends. I played with Muffin’s hair, gave her a back rub, sooo many hugs, and lots of dancing. When we were in Colorado I was able to get a tiny ponytail in her hair that stuck straight up and she was so excited (it’s still growing back from chemo), and on this trip I was able to make six little ponytails! She looked like a character from Dr. Seuss and it was hilarious! She was just so excited that her hair was long enough to get six mini ponytails in. By the way she has the best, softest hair ever so we deemed it Buttermilk Feathers.

The weekend was full of laughs, love, exploring, crying, and so much more. As I was reflecting on the trip last night, I just continued to marvel at LP Muffin. Her relationship with fear is beyond anything I have ever seen. My little Lemon Poppyseed Muffin has cancer all over her chest and in her pelvis and she is breakin’ it down on the dance floor and traveling every moment she gets. She is living. She is learning about herself each day, growing, loving more, seeing the beauty that is all around us in this world, and touching lives like mine. There is no way I can put into words how lucky I am to have her in my life. Her presence and inspiration demolishes the big bad fear bastard. Hanging off the side of a mountain? Hell, that’s nothing. HI FEAR, MY NAME IS BECKY.

FILU DR. METH.

The Most Amazing Gift of All

Almost a couple of months ago now we buried my Nana – my last living grandparent. Nana (better known as Hun or Rosalie) was a petite little thing with red, red hair and a heart of gold. She loved each and every member of her family more than words could say, and was so incredibly proud of her 4 children and 11 grandchildren. Nana and Pop Pop, who she is now with, left such an amazing legacy that will live on in all of us. The funeral was really sad, but such a nice tribute to her life. My Aunt Lorri delivered one of the eulogies and she talked about how Nana was so incredibly selfless and she lived to do things for other people. Whether it was giving the mailman a pot of chicken soup, or making sure everyone had leftovers to leave with after Thanksgiving, she got such joy out of making others happy. I see this each and every day in my mom – she is her mother’s daughter, and my sister and I are my mother’s daughters. We love giving presents to other people, getting a coffee for the birthday girl at work, or sending a card of support when someone needs a pick-me-up. What better feeling is there than adding a little light to someone’s day?

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Last Wednesday I had a Dana Farber Volunteer Reception to go to after work. I had a really busy work week and was running around like a crazy person, so by the time I arrived at Dana Farber that night I was pretty much just going through the motions. I didn't really know much about the reception, just that the head of Volunteer Services asked me to say a few words as Co-Chair of the PFAC. I was anticipating a smaller reception, but when I walked in, the cafeteria was completely filled with tables, WITH WINSTON’S FLOWER ARRANGEMENTS ON THEM, YES I’M OBSESSED, and a couple hundred people. It was a celebration of the 1,000+ volunteers at Dana Farber (yes you heard me) from people that push the food carts around in the infusion suites, to people who hand out newspapers to patients, to those that sit at the concierge desk – a room full of wonderful people.

I found a seat with some fellow PFAC members and started to read through the program. There were only a few speakers, and I was one of them. Shoot, should I have planned something more rehearsed? Nah, I like speaking off the cuff. All things considered, I made a beeline for the bar to get a nice glass of wine. The night began with remarks from the heads of Volunteer Services thanking everyone in the room for what they do and emphasizing what an impact it has on patients and caretakers. During those remarks I was jotting down some notes of what I would say, granted I did think about it on my drive into the city. I was up next…so I headed up there with the Co-Chair of the Pedi PFAC who was going to speak right after me. As I got up to the microphone, I was honestly struck by the fact that all these people, in this room, volunteer their time to help people like me. I started by introducing myself as a patient and the Co-Chair of the Adult PFAC, and thanking everyone for what they do. I told them that they have no idea how far their small gestures go. I told them that as a patient one tiny little thing can throw you off course, and at the same time one tiny little thing can get you through something like Scan days. I went on to share a bit about what the PFAC does, and what we have accomplished, and hope to accomplish in the future. Then, I ended with my favorite story – the story of my first rounds experience after my first surgery when 8 people marched in at 5 a.m. and started reading my case like in Grey’s Anatomy. I added in a few jokes before I got there about how my dad was worried I thought the pain button was a toy and my mom, the nurse, said, “Don’t worry Ron, it’s regulated.” Then I explained how I interrupted the doctor delivering his Grey’s Anatomy monologue about “my case” and said woah, woah, woah, then asked them one by one who they were. I finished by saying, “Well I’m Becky.” I told this story to help everyone in the room realize that something as simple as introducing yourself can make a HUGE difference to a patient, and that’s why I do what I do volunteering on the PFAC. If I can improve just 15 seconds of another cancer patient’s day, I’ve done something huge.

After dinner, it was time for the awards. Several remarkable volunteers were recognized – and the best part, they were all the most humble human beings you can imagine. One of the honorees was the “food cart lady.” I recognized her because she was there, there for me when I was coming undone. I was by myself and had just gotten the unexpected news that my tumor had come back, and my nurse, Kerry, and the food cart lady were comforting me. Kerry was distracting me with pictures of a lavish NYC wedding she just went to and I don’t even remember what the food cart lady did or said to distract me, but it was something, something that helped just a little bit. I went up to her after the reception and told her how much she helped me that day, and gave her a huge hug. She told me that volunteering at Dana Farber has changed her life.

The next honoree got up to the podium and started with the Matthew McConaughey, Alright, Alright, Alright. I thought, Hell ya! This dude is awesome!...and awesome he was. He volunteers a couple days a week and has such an incredibly positive attitude. I met him after as well and he was so nice – he said how impressed he was by me and that my speech was so full of life. He said it inspired him to get up there and have fun, starting with his Matthew McConaughey moment. I told him that he rocked it.

The final honoree and King of the night that was awarded Volunteer of the Year and a grant to direct where he so chooses was the one and only Larry C. Larry C. sits on the Adult PFAC with me and he is the cutest old man. His legs are always crossed with his hands sitting right on top of them and he has this look as if he is in deep thought. When has a thought to share, which are indeed always wise, he raises his hand by simply holding up his right pointer finger.

Going into this night I knew that Larry had lost his wife to cancer several years ago, and he was recently diagnosed with cancer himself. I knew that he loved to camp in the winter, which we are all amazed by and think he is crazy for at the same time. And, I knew that he not only volunteers on the PFAC, but is a Clinical Floor Specialist. He has selflessly dedicated this phase of his life to Dana Farber. The head of Volunteer Services and 4 Dana Farber staff members delivered some wonderful remarks about Larry before he was invited up to the podium. As he headed up to the microphone I noticed his adorable tie with little tools on it and the boutonniere that he wore so well as the King of the night. The head of Volunteer Services and I wondered what he would say because he is just so humble. Well, he blew everyone in the room away with his grace, sincerity, selflessness, wisdom, and charm. He spoke about his relationship with Dana Farber and how it spans about 15 years, as his wife was treated there for about 10 years before she passed in 2008. While at Dana Farber, Larry never called his wife by her name, he called her Miss America – and that is what the staff came to know her as too. He loved her so dearly and after she passed and he took some time to heal, he so courageously decided to enter the next phase of his life by putting what he learned as a caretaker to use, and helping other patients. He then mentioned how he is now a patient himself. My heart broke a little bit. It is hard to put into words how I felt when Larry was speaking. People like Larry truly make this world and better place, and I can’t even imagine how proud his wife is looking down on him. But, I am sure, Miss America is not surprised because she knew what a wonderful man she had in Larry.

At the end of the night I went up to Larry to give him a hug and congratulate him. In typical Larry fashion he did not talk about himself, but complimented me on my speech. He put his hand on my arm, looked right at me and said ever so slowly and poignantly, “My friend turned to me and said, that young lady is a bright light.” Coming from him, those words meant the world to me. I could only dream of helping others as Larry has.

I left that night on a high. The power in that room was tremendous – hundreds of people gathered to celebrate how they have helped others, and I was one of them. It has brought me such happiness and joy to know that I have helped other patients and caregivers. When someone comes up to me after a speech and says that I impacted them, that is the best gift of all. I always had Nana in me, but I have found where she shines the brightest – when I am having the courage to be vulnerable and put my story out there so I can help others. I love you Rosalie Dorothy Timpano. Thank you for the most amazing gift of all – the gift of helping others.

“Shine Bright Like a Diamond”

A couple of months ago I attended the Young Adult Program Cancer Conference at Dana Farber. It was the first time I was going to an event like this and, of course, because I’m crazy Becky, I was not only attending, but co-facilitating a session. The good thing about the session was that I was with my nurse who is like my Italian motha from anotha, so that was comforting! The morning started with my session, which was pretty small and we talked all about the importance of speaking up as a patient. Then, there were some patient speakers throughout the day as well as former Patriots player, Joe Andruzzi and his wife – he is a cancer survivor. To this point I found the day to be pretty sad – it was just a lot. I did make a couple friends at lunch though – a really nice guy fighting Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and his fiancé. She had come up to me after my session and said she really wanted her fiancé to meet me because we were a lot alike – kind of kept our story private and lived as normal as we could. So I had a nice lunch with the two of them and my Italian motha from anotha. I started to think…wow he is a lot like me.

In the afternoon I attended a session about having relationships while battling cancer, and I honestly think it was one of the most important things I have ever done for myself. It was a room of about 40 patients and caregivers opening up about their feelings and challenges (something so, so foreign to me). The things people were saying were heart-wrenching, but what stood out most to me was that I was not the only one out there that was fighting cancer, yet looked totally normal. A bunch of people in the group even used the phrase, “coming out of the cancer closet.” I was not alone, or crazy for that matter! And, you’ll never guess what happened next. I raised my hand and SHARED MY FEELINGS and…I even CRIED IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE. Yes, everyone in the room was crying and sharing their challenges, but the strength in the room was palpable…and I was one of those crying people…I was and am one of those strong people. I left this conference emotionally exhausted and went home and stared at the wall for a while because it took so much out of me. Yes, it was really difficult, but I think it was the tipping point for me. I had to be okay with my situation and be confident in it before anyone else could. And when I raised my hand in that room, tears streaming down my face, the words I said were so, so comforting to other people there. They were not alone either.

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I have struggled enormously with when to “come out of the cancer closet;” mainly because I can’t let myself miss a beat and it means being vulnerable. What I realized that day at the Young Adult Cancer Conference was that missing beats, crying in front of others, being vulnerable and sharing my story is STRONG and helps not only me, but others.

My journey to “go public” has been a gradual one, that is still going, but each step I take is honestly exhilarating. My first big break – no I didn’t land an acting job, but shit that would be awesome. Guest appearance on the next Orange is the New Black? yes, please. Ha! Anyway, I am obsessed with Soul Cycle, which you know if you read my blog. So, a couple months back I contacted the Soul Cycle email box because I saw that people were sharing their stories about their Soul Cycle journies and where their inspiration comes from. It took me two months, but I finally put my Soul Cycle story together and submitted it. She replied right away and said we had to arrange my photo with my favorite instructor, Sal. I was so excited! I got to meet this mini celeb (to me, at least)! We got the photo and the story posted a week or so later, and now Sal and I are buds, a.k.a I high five him after class. If you didn’t see it, here it is. When I hit post with this article on my Facebook page, it was one of the biggest steps I could have taken! I went public.

What I really want to talk about is last Friday night when I spoke to a crowd of nearly 450 people about my cancer journey – yes, you heard me. AND, I got a standing ovation. One of my great friends, Tara Shuman recently wrote a book called Hope is a Good Breakfast about her breast cancer journey. She is an INCREDIBLE woman and it is an INCREDIBLE book. You must buy it and read it! So, Tara organized this amazing book launch event and asked ME to be one of the keynote speakers. I was not only flattered when she asked me, but terrified. I knew it was something I had to do, and deep down I really wanted to do. The good thing was that my journey to go public had been progressing nicely up to the point of the speech last week and my confidence was building.

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I was at table number 3 surrounded by the most loving support system – my parents and 5 of my best friends. We were well into the program and Tara had read portions of her book, which brought most of the crowd to tears, the first speaker, Tara’s CT tech gave a wonderful speech, and this BRILLIANT doctor was now up there talking about the importance of cancer research. I was listening to the doctor and really enjoying her speech, but my mind kept going to my sweaty palms, what I though was a stomachache (I couldn’t decide), and which side of the stage I would walk up. Before I knew it, Tara finished an introduction (of me) that brought me to tears, and I was walking up to the stage. I have always liked public speaking. I get nervous when I walk up, but then I get in my groove. Let’s be clear here though, I have never spoken to a crowd of nearly 450 people…about something SO personal. I got up to the podium, adjusted the mic and started with a joke in true Becky fashion. I honestly think the nerves faded away after the first paragraph and then it was like I was in my world. I felt every word I said and the crowd was right there with me. They clapped, laughed, cried. It felt right. They were with me.

I ended the speech with a few words about Tara, that of course, brought me to tears. As the applause started she came up to give me a hug and a gift, and I turned around to see the whole room standing. Every single person. I headed back to my table, careful not to trip in my fabulous 4-inch stilettos and hugged my parents so tight. I then sat down next to my teary mom and was so surprised by what came out of my mouth! I turned to her and said, “that was so much fun!” She cracked up! What a thing for me to say…but really that’s how I felt. That is where I "shine bright like a diamond" – up on that stage. I actually just looked up the song lyrics to that Rhianna song to see if I could include a quote from it, but they suck! Same words over and over again, typical.
       
When the event program concluded the amount of people that came up to me was overwhelming – even the wait staff! They were touched, inspired, and in awe – of me?! I was so, so happy. I really think that was one of the best moments of my life. I had exposed one of the most vulnerable aspects of my life and received such a positive response from the crowd. They didn’t feel bad for me – which was always my greatest fear – they admired me.

Because I Can

I was outside most of the day today because it was the first nice day we have had after this HELLISH winter. I had my sunroof open and my music blaring, hand outside the window to feel the air as I drove to the field for my lacrosse team’s first game (I’m coaching adorable 7^th and 8^th graders). After the game, I quickly got my grocery shopping done and headed home for a run around the Jamaica Pond. While in the car on my way to the game, and while running, all I could be was happy. I took a deep breath, smiled, and looked at the blue sky in appreciation – appreciation that I am here, happy, healthy, and CAN be coaching lacrosse and running outside. My other favorite Soul Cycle instructor, Erin, screamed at us a couple of weeks ago, “You keep going, because you can!” She was so right, dayum all of us riders it that room are so lucky.

I’ve thought for the longest time that my appreciation for life has come from my cancer journey – no doubt it partially has, but I recently discovered something. I was home in Albany and started reading one of my 11^th grade AP English assignments. We had to put together all of our writing pieces from the year and attach an autobiographical them to them. I titled my project “Facing” the Facts Through the Eyes of Becky. Here is the cover:

As I read through the project, it was almost eerie. My 16-year-old self was giving my 27-year-old self extremely wise advice. I structured the project into four sections that described what was most important to me: Family and Friends, Happiness, Health, and Love. Each section had an envelope you could open with a quote that complemented it. The quote for health was, “A wise man should consider that health is the greatest of human blessings, and learn how by his own thought to derive benefit from his illnesses.” (Hippocrates) Now that is just crazy, why would I have chosen a quote like that at the age of 16? It was almost foreshadowing what was to come in my life!

Here is an excerpt from my Reflection section at the end of the project:

Life is an adventure. Life is a roller-coaster ride. Life is compiled of a series of tragedies, thrills, and journeys. Life is only worth living if you live it to the fullest. Life is full of influences from people and events. Life is about learning to love. Life should be cherished. Life is precious. Everyday, even when I am under tremendous stress, I pause to think how lucky I am to be alive and have such a wonderful life. The trivial aspects of life sometimes bother me, but I quickly realize they do not matter. In discovering my many faces, I have learned what is most important to me in life: family and friends, love, happiness, and health. My family and friends will help me through rough times. I have not lived unless I have learned to love, my health is essential, and happiness is what makes life complete.

After compiling numerous stories of my life, I have learned a tremendous amount about myself that I never realized before. It is somewhat ironic because it might be assumed that everyone knows themselves well, but writing about myself was a self-discovery process for me. I discovered what I truly value in life, and how I often lose sight of what is most important. After this project, I am unquestionably going to cherish all I have in life, even more. I plan to live each day to the fullest. I plan to show more appreciation and love for my family. I plan to have more confidence in myself. I plan to accept that life is essentially like a tapestry, and I will experience rough times, which will guide me to the wonderful ones. Evaluating my past has also enabled me to better understand many of my personality traits. Before writing this piece I viewed myself as having low self-esteem and not a great deal of strength. After evaluating my life experiences and achievements, I came to the realization I actually possess a tremendous amount of strength, determination, and an ability to persevere, even in the face of failure...Self discovery is an important process, and this work has helped me do just that. Most of all, I have determined that I will never cease to cherish life.

I still can’t believe I wrote that at 16…wow. She was SMAHT! Ha. After reading this I had such an ‘aha’ moment. My appreciation for life existed before my diagnosis! So my thought that people need to experience something traumatic to really appreciate life isn't true! (I do think it definitely helps.) How, at 16 was I so wise? I think a large part can be attributed to my parents. Mom and dad taught me everything I know, and I am who I am because of them. They taught me how to treat people, how to love, how to laugh, how to… live. In my Reflection I wrote:

Not only have I discovered who I truly am, but who I want to become. The person I strive to become has been modeled by the adults I admire most in my life. Among these people are my parents, my Aunt Lorri, and some of my teachers who have deeply impacted me. I have received all of my morals from my parents; morals and values I plan on maintaining and only making stronger in the future. My parents are loving, compassionate, strong, kind, and caring human beings; I can only hope to become half the people they are. My Aunt Lorri is strong, determined, and compassionate, and I hope to have her strength when I face obstacles. Some of my influential teachers have taught me to have a strong work ethic and to have confidence in myself as a student. In particular my math teacher this year has demonstrated to me that I must believe in myself in order to succeed. I recognize that I will not have the capacity to embody the personality traits of all these people; however I only hope that I can take a part of all of them with me as I mature, and become the best person I can be.

Thanks Ron and Sue for being such amazing parents, and Aunt Lorri for showing me what strength is in my most influential years of life. YOU prepared me for what was thrown at me down the road.

The other thing that the oh wise 16-year-old Becky had was a tremendous amount of self-awareness. I truly feel that this is so, so important in life. It is important in relationships, your job, challenges you face, and pretty much everything! It molds how you respond to situations. I think my constant quest for self-awareness and discovery has helped me persevere through my medical journey. I continue to always try to be the best person I can be. I go to yoga and Soul Cycle, coach middle school girls lacrosse, co-chair the Patient and Family Advisory Council at Dana Farber, read to a little girl at lunch time every other week at the elementary school down the road from work…all because I can.

Laugh Always

Thanks Momma for inspiring this post and reminding me of a hilarious story from one of my surgeries. As much as I have cried, screamed, pouted, you name it, I have laughed MORE! Laughing, crafing (crying and laughing – my friend Jennie and I named it), whatever! – it’s what gets me through and lifts me up. Here are some fun stories of laughter.

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I was recovering from my first surgery at home in Albany. I spent most of my time in my dad’s recliner because it was THE only thing that felt comfortable. I couldn’t lay flat in a bed and would have to sleep in the chair. My family would have to help me out of bed, down the stairs, into the chair, and into my nightgowns (yes this was all I could wear for weeks and those AMAZING stretchy hospital underwear). This help also included showering me. I couldn’t bathe myself and just standing in the shower for five minutes took all the energy out of me. It was a huge task to go upstairs and clean my little tushy. Well, one day when my sister was bathing me, (thanks Allie J) I noticed how heavily she was breathing – she has allergies so tends to breathe heavy, but since she was so close to me it sounded like a rhinoceros! I said, “You are breathing like a rhinoceros.” Next thing you know we were both CRYING laughing. I was actually crafing because laughing hurt like hell with the pressure of the 32 staples down my tummy.

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After my third surgery I was back at my old apartment in Boston with my delirious mother. Delirious because she never left my side in the hospital and brought me back to life. I was relaxing – or trying to – on the couch and of course my mom was running around the apartment cleaning anything and everything she could find. My mom could find dust where dust doesn’t exist. All of a sudden I see her with the Swiffer and she slips and does a full out split. I started cracking up which then turned into grabbing the pillow for my belly and yelling at her because it hurt so much! She was rolling around on the floor laughing too.

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Panic attacks happen. They actually happen a lot on my drive home from work, which is definitely not the best time because I am DRIVING a “potential death machine” as my mom called it when I first got my permit. They happen on my way home because I have likely been holding in my emotions all day at work. So it basically starts with hyperventilating, my whole face tingles, then comes the crying, then comes the muscles getting all tight, and the anger and the flailing in my seat and the screaming. At some point during all of this I call my parents. Sometimes my mom is so upset to hear me upset that she says hold on and throws the phone at my dad. SOMEHOW he manages to make me laugh by saying the stupidest thing!! “So I saw Casey M. working in Stewart’s can you believe that. He dropped out of college.” What?!! So random of my dad to say – Casey graduated high school with my brother but was always a little bit of a question mark as to whether or not he would go to college or just end up staying in our home town. The randomness made me laugh and completely distracted me. I did my little I am still crying but also laughing and you are ridiculous laugh/grunt thing. Thanks, Datty. (My dad has many names – Little Ronald, Faja, Datty, Mr. Sir…)

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My second surgery I had this adorable redheaded Irish nurse for one of the night shifts. Her name was Mary and she was just a gem. As with every nurse, my mom (a nurse) watched her every move. Some got the evil eye, but Mary was a keeper, she got an A. It was probably somewhere around 3 a.m. when Mary came in to give me my heparin shot (blood thinner shot into my thigh that stings like a biatch). Mary tiptoed in and explained what she was doing in her little Irish whisper. My mom was sleeping on the chair to my left. Then, poof, my mom was up and at ‘em standing right next to Mary, like the sneaky guy with the foot fetish in the movie Mr. Deeds. Mary got very startled and in her Irish brogue said, “Oh, I didn’t even see ya there.”

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Surgery number two, back at the apartment again with my mom recovering and I was on the toilet – sure you wanted to know that. The reason I tell you that is because from the toilet I could see into my bedroom. (I was just peeing for the sake of this story, don’t worry. My mom would help me onto the toilet then leave me alone for a few then come back to help me off. Dignity, shmignity.) I look up and there is my 50-something mother trying to walk around in a pair of my three-inch Nine West stilettos. Okay, now let me define what trying to walk in these looked like – she could barely lift up her feet, was wearing her pajama pants that always manage to shrink and look like flood pants, and was concentrating very hard. I said, “WHAT are you doing?” We both looked up at each other and starting crying laughing.

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Those are just a few stories of laughter for now. One note I have to end with is that my dad is very attached to his recliner I mentioned – it is his buddy. Of course he didn’t think twice about giving it up for me for a month because it was all I could get comfortable in, but I know he missed that thing like a fat kid misses cake. When I was starting to feel better and was able to get comfortable in other places, I came downstairs one day and there was a piece of paper taped to the recliner that said “Eviction Notice. This chair is now being returned to the care of Ronald A. Sail.” Very funny, Datty! J

Being that it is February 11th, I have to give a Happy Birthday shout out to my one and only rhinoceros, my sweet chinchilla, my other half -- Allie Wik.