not at all like surgery on TV.

My foot, 4 days after surgery, in the air cast.

So, here I am, post-surgery. I am off all pain meds, but am still wondering what the heck I got myself into. I miss running and biking already. At a time when I am stressed with my work and my schoolwork, I could use that mode of stress relief now more than ever, and I don't have that. I am hoping to start swimming in a few weeks, which would help. But I am frustrated and I don't like feeling like an invalid; I like being independent and feel anything but right now. Here's hoping for a fast recovery.

so preppy it hurts.

On a lighter note...since lots of what I write about on here is so serious and about cancer and deep thoughts (...or something...) and life decisions, I wanted to write about a great company that I recently discovered. In today's world, good customer service is hard to find, and when you DO find it, it stands out. Kiel James Patrick is a prep-tastic company that makes handmade bracelets, earrings, keyfobs and headbands. As someone who's worn headbands since before Blair Waldorf made them cool, I'm always on the lookout for new ones. All the materials are local and the items are locally (Rhode Island) made, and you can choose the color button you want on the bracelet. They are really preppy, with whales and anchors and boats and horses aplenty, along with handmade Nantucket rope bracelets with a twist. My friend Carolyn once said that I was "the preppiest person she'd ever met." I chose to take that as a compliment.

But the coolest thing is, I had tweeted KJP after I ordered them to let him know I had ordered one for me and one for my mom, as a thank you for taking care of me for my upcoming surgery, and in the package, he sent a complimentary pair of KJP earrings with a note wishing me well on my foot surgery! I thought that was extremely nice, thoughtful, and not to mention, shows very good business sense. Plus, the boy is seriously hot. He used to be a model. No lie. A good looking guy with brains, business sense, AND manners -- hard to come by, let me tell you. But apparently they do exist. Just in Rhode Island.

the little things.

Much of the time, I am humbled by the work I do, or plan to do one day. Often times I think that just because I'm not "doing" what I want to do 40 hours a week, or I'm not an oncologist or oncology nurse or PhD researcher, I'm not "really" working in oncology....and there are days that prove me wrong. Like today. I gave the LAF survivorship handbook, the NASW Cancer Survival Toolbox cd kit, and LiveStrong wristbands to someone whose husband was just diagnosed with a rare cancer and is having surgery this week. Because she herself is in the helping professions, I debated about giving these to her; I thought she'd have enough "toolkits", etc. But I was wrong - in fact, she seemed quite happy about it and said they were using a manila envelope for all the medical papers/files and the handbook would be useful. And it hit me, once again, how important this work is; to give people tools to navigate through the cancer world; because the majority of people don't have a compass when thrown into that place. Even people whom you might think don't need help, might need help or something "extra". In the end, I'm glad I gave her the tools; even if they look it over and decide not to use them. If it's one less thing for her or her husband to have to worry about, I feel like I've done my job.

This is probably all coming out wrong, and I can't really express what I'm trying to say...but I hope the sentiment comes through. Never underestimate the little things, I guess.

locker room musings

So, as I've blogged about before, I decided to sign up for a super-sprint-triathlon in October, the Ramblin' Rose triathlon series, in Chapel Hill. My friend Carey, who founded Teal Toes, an ovarian cancer awareness organization, had mentioned it to me multiple times before I finally decided to sign up. I've never done anything like this before. It's a 250-yard swim, 9-mile bike ride, and 2 mile run.

Now, I've played tennis and rugby, but honestly, I've never been a runner. Running was like punishment for me. But since the end of January, I've gone from someone who couldn't even run a half mile to someone who can run 2 miles without stopping. For me, that is an incredible accomplishment, and one I am proud of. I've grown to love running, and grown to really crave the stress-reduction a daily run can give me. Like the Nike t-shirt says, "Running never takes more than it gives back." I may dread stepping on the treadmill to begin my run, but by the end of it, I feel refreshed and spent and healthy -- and I never regret my run. I've been biking recently at the gym, which I definitely need to keep working on, and the swimming part....well, swimming has always come easy to me; I did Lifeguard Training in undergrad, so I know I can do the 10 laps. But I'll probably swim a lot during recovery from my upcoming foot surgery.

Anyway, I've been training for this tri, and have really gotten addicted to the sport, though I have yet to finish my first one. I love the idea of pushing yourself to do something you never thought you could do -- and something that most people who know you never thought you could do, either. I love pushing yourself until you hit the wall, and learning just what you're made of. But somewhere along the way, in the short month and a half I've been starting my training, something else happened that, for me, is worth more than I could ever imagine.

Every woman my age has body issues, in some form or another. In college, my sorority sisters and I would hollow out our bagels and put salt on them, because it "tasted like butter" without the calories. The media bombards us with images of what women are "supposed" to look like, and praises thinness above health. Ask any young woman, and I'll bet you anything she's had some body image issues or eating issues -- even if it's just feeling guilty about eating that second or third slice of pizza. But since I've started training, I've come to see food as fuel. If I don't feed my body, if I don't eat well, I don't run well. If I don't eat protein and carbs, I don't have the energy for my workouts and feel pretty crappy. I've started to build my diet around whole grains, nuts, fruits, protein...and I've never felt better. I eat when I'm hungry, stop when I'm full, and realize that I eat more now, because I'm much, much more active than I was before. I have come to appreciate my body for what it can do, rather than what size jeans I fit into. Running 2 miles has brought me more self-satisfaction and pride than any number on a scale could ever bring. I have visible leg muscles and feel strong, which is something every woman should experience. I am starting to feel like the athlete I used to be, which is a wonderful feeling. And though I'm having foot surgery at the end of March, I have no doubt that I will still finish the triathlon running.

But in addition to all that, I think it's been a huge change mentally for me as well....making the committment to this tri and starting the training for it has taught me about perseverance, determination, self-confidence and sheer guts. It's taught me about myself, how much I can handle, and what I can do if I put my mind to it and put in the time to work at it. And if this is what I've gained from just the first month and a half, I can't wait to see what the next 6 months brings.

"When anyone tells me I can't do anything....I'm just not listening anymore." - Florence Griffith-Joyner

for KM.

I don't know what it is like to have a husband have cancer. But when you told me your husband was diagnosed with a rare cancer, I saw the pain and fear and questions in your eyes, the determination to be positive and hope for the best; I know these feelings well. It all made sense to me now - the sound in your voice a few weeks ago when you said that there was an emergency, that I couldn't place but knew it sounded so familiar....it was stunned shock. (Is there even any other kind?). I know what it's like to mobilize forces and energy to get everything in place, line up appointments, call the appropriate people, get the second opinions and wait for results. I know the relief at hearing it can be easily taken care of, that it's early stage; and yet I also know the anguish at hearing the cancer is advanced or metastatic, and that treatment is possible, but not cure. I know what it's like to look at everyone else, to look at the world around you and think, how can everyone else's life go on like normal, when mine has completely changed? Don't they KNOW that nothing will ever be the same?? I know the cruel irony of a beautiful warm, sunny spring or fall day while life feels like it's under one big dark cloud. I am intimate with late nights of staying up with the stars because sleep eludes me and my mind won't shut off. I know what it's like to have friends never mention anything or ask questions, when all the while you just want to unleash information and feelings. People have surprised me, in both good and bad ways; I imagine the same with you, too. I don't know what it's like to have children and tell them the news, but I do know what it's like to want to - to need to - be strong for others. It gets easier, it does. And somehow, surprisingly, strength has a way of breeding more strength. I don't know what it's like to work full-time while my life feels like it's in limbo, but I know what it's like to have to study and perform when everything is uncertain. Though I don't know what it's like to have someone be diagnosed with a rare cancer, I know what it's like to have a loved one be diagnosed with a rare *enough* cancer (PPC) that no books are available at B&N on it. I know the feeling of going to the bookstore to find something - anything - to give me information on what I'm supposed to do, what I'm supposed to say, what's supposed to happen.....and just wanting to ask someone about it all.

In an alternate universe, or another lifetime, I would be the one listening to and helping you, instead of the other way around. In any other situation, I'd dip into my stash and give LiveStrong bracelets and the LiveStrong survivorship treatment binders and information or StupidCancer bracelets and pins....

I can't do much in this situation, but I can do this.

Cancer is a word, not a sentence. - John Diamond

almost 2 years later.

Friday will mark 2 years since Eve was murdered. Those who know me know that I have been fascinated by this case since the beginning. Like I've said before, I think it's because as a young woman, I identify strongly with Eve, and I love and feel safe in Chapel Hill. The brutality of this crime is sharply juxtaposed with the place I have made my home, which makes it even more jarring. The random senselessness, the stark contrast between her vibrant life and lonely death, and the brutality shown in her killing have all made it a huge thing to process, and I think UNC is still processing, in its own way.

The day they announced that the Jane Doe was actually Eve was an unseasonably warm clear day, with a Carolina blue sky. The days that followed, right before spring break, were filled with darkness and torrential rains, like the sadness and grief were everywere. This Thursday (tomorrow), the Eve Carson Memorial Garden here at UNC will be dedicated, and the weather tomorrow, after days of gray dreariness and rain....is supposed to be sunny with a sky of beautiful Carolina blue. The name "Eve" means life. The Hebrew derivative is Chaya, which means "to live"; or Chavah, which means "breathe". I think a garden is a perfect memorial, because the beauty and life of the flowers will continue to grow and bring comfort and peace to others.

For those of you who don't know, her killers - sorry, her "alleged" killers who are on tape using her ATM card and in her SUV - were supposed to be in jail. They slipped through cracks in the probation system. One of them also murdered a Duke graduate student earlier that year - he was shot in the head in his own apartment. One of them is up for the death penalty, and the other is not, because he was only 17 at the time. I'm sorry, but if you're old enough to callously kill someone and have no remorse, you're old enough to get the death penalty. And though all murders are violent, this one - 5 shots, the last one in the temple with a shotgun, where she held her hand up to shield her face - is especially so. I'm not writing this to "sensationalize" it. I'm writing it because it shouldn't have happened. I'm writing it because it was markedly brutal, and yet because the boy was 17, that is enough to shield him from the maximum sentence? There are people doing the right thing and living their lives in a good way who don't have food or shelter, and I'm supposed to pay for these criminals to get 3 squares and a bed? What's not right with this? You mean to tell me they'll ever be "rehabilitated"? I know this sentiment isn't popular, and that's fine. It's just my opinon. But Eve's parents and brother don't get to talk to her on the phone. Her brother's future kids will never know their Auntie Eve. They walk by her empty bedroom. Their years are full of milestones - birthdays, holidays, celebrations - that she's absent from. They are adjusting to a whole new way of life. They will never be the same. They live with wondering what she was thinking, what she was feeling those last hours. Her killers may have done the crime, but it's her family who has the life sentence. How is that fair?

"Think about this moment. This day and this moment, this is the best day of our lives right now." - Eve Marie Carson

role reversal

So in less than a month, the tables will be turned and I will be the patient. I am having foot surgery to correct my bunion...again. Same foot. Yep, the first surgery, which was 2 days after my college graduation, only shaved the bone bump off. And the bone continued to curve, resulting in a nifty half-moon shape that is throwing the sesamoid bones (in the bottom of the foot) "off track". The bone needs to be broken and the tendons realigned. The surgery is Friday, 3/26, and I'm hoping to be back to school by Wednesday 3/31. The thing I dread is not being able to run for 8-10 weeks. Looks like I will be getting in some pool and biking time for the tri, huh?

This is the last week before spring break...I just have to get through this week, and then I can relax....sort of. I'll be studying over break, but at least I won't have classes and new material. School is going okay. Much to my surprise, A&P is actually not interesting me so much right now, but Microbiology is. I think it's because now we're studying immunology, and I find that so fascinating. Plus, I think immunology is related to oncology in many ways, and that's familiar to me.

Anyway...not much else is new. I've been studying and making notecards for my classes and studying some more, and writing for the ACS blog and articles for livestrong.com, so my life hasn't really felt like my own. Not to mention I need about 12 more hours in a day.