Body and Mind

Whenever I’ve faced a challenge, I’ve simply pressed forward. I didn’t spend much time thinking about anything beyond getting from point A to point B. Everything in between usually seemed to fall into place.

It was as simple as following a formula.

Take a marathon, for example. I would sign up, follow a training program and then run from the starting line to the finish.

I could find a formula for almost any challenge—school, work or even projects around the house. When the steps were clearly laid out, I didn’t have to give them much thought.

Breast cancer was obviously different.

I faced multiple surgeries, treatments and a long recovery. The uncertainty caught me off guard. There was no definite beginning and end. There was no formula—only ranges, percentages and changing timelines.

This challenge was going to require thought.

A lot of thought.

Before my diagnosis, I had developed a daily yoga practice, mostly because the studio was nearby and my friends went there. It became an autopilot routine.

I wasn’t interested in the “fluffy” parts—breathing, meditation or being present. I completed my workout and moved on to the next item on my to-do list.

I’ve written about how time stood still when I received my diagnosis. I resigned from my job and watched the clock tick while I waited two months for surgery.

There was plenty of time to tick. Plenty of time to tock. And plenty of time for unsettling thoughts.

I decided to direct that time and mental energy toward preparing physically and emotionally for a nearly nine-hour surgery.

More yoga!

This time, I worked on the “fluffy” parts too.

Quieting my mind was not easy. I began one minute at a time.

It worked.

I credit yoga with helping prepare my body and mind for both surgery and recovery.

Naturally, because I apparently needed another challenge, I decided to earn my yoga teacher certification.

Om shanti, shanti ever since.

One pose had eluded me long before surgery: Pincha Mayurasana, or forearm stand. I had been working on it for two years.

The pose is often associated with courage, concentration and the third-eye chakra.

Whatevs, right?

Keep an open mind!

Pincha Mayurasana requires strong shoulders, arms and abdominal muscles—the last of which I’ve always lacked. It takes tremendous effort to find the sweet spot, but once you find it, the pose suddenly requires very little effort.

Depending on the day, I can find that spot.

That is how I am discovering the connection between body, mind and yoga.

Friends & Family: Blurred Lines

Giving thanks.

Giving thanks.

My definition of family has grown immensely. My tribe includes Bobby, the boys, Shelby, my parents, my brother and my nieces.

It also includes my neighbors, friends both near and far, doctors, surgeons and nurses.

I cannot fully express how much I appreciate every visit, card, meal, daily check-in, gift, flower, thought and prayer.

I am blessed, humbled and deeply loved.

Stir-Crazy Self-Containment Leads to a Sassy Cut

This morning, we had to cancel a visit from my sister-in-law and niece in Virginia. It was disappointing but necessary.

This is the third family visit we have canceled in the past two weeks because of the coronavirus. Other than taking walks, I have not left the house. My children are home too—no school, music, tennis or friends.

Bored, I went down a YouTube rabbit hole of do-it-yourself haircuts.

Knowing I couldn’t pull this off by myself, I enlisted a friend who arrived wearing a mask and gloves. We sat on the back porch, watched a couple more videos, sectioned my hair and started cutting!

A fresh look always lifts the spirits.

I think she did a great job. What do you think?

5K is My New Marathon!

Saturday morning, I laced up my running shoes, ready for the Crush Cancer 5K.

I’m a runner. I simply love to run, and I’ve run countless miles. Only two weeks after surgery, I knew I couldn’t walk—let alone run—most of the distance, but I was going to do it anyway.

With special permission to “cheat,” I completed most of the 5K on an electric bike.

I looked like a Shriner clown in a parade, but I didn’t care. I was determined to be part of this community and support the cause that brought us all together. Cancer has affected everyone in one way or another.

I “ran” with my family, friends and neighbors. I walked the final portion of the 5K with my big boy, Justin, and Pink Petals.

Sure, I was the last person to cross the finish line, but next year I plan to place!

Once it was over, I was exhausted, but I had a wonderful time. I spent the rest of the day cozied up in front of Netflix.