health

limping along

I didn’t write about my recent foray into competitive sports. I mean, for me it wasn’t competitive except that I was competitive against myself to keep going. But it was hugely competitive for others. Many were doing it to qualify for the Boston marathon or to beat team members or many other reasons to compete.

On Sunday, January 18, 2008, I took part in the P.F. Chang’s Rock ‘n’ Roll 1/2 marathon. 13.1 miles of concrete, bands, and sweat (it was in Phoenix and it was a warm day, afterall). Ok, I don’t sweat much, which is actually a problem. But I digress.

I walked the 13.1 miles. While it doesn’t seem like much (and honestly, I often walk much further than that), when you’re on a schedule and have to make it to certain points by a certain time, there is some pressure in the walking. I walked a steady 15-minute mile throughout the race (including the bathroom break at the 7 mile mark). I think, though, that I surprised myself with that. I thought I was slowing down toward the end and picked up the pace so I wouldn’t make my brothers and sister-in-law wait too long (they had run it in 2:15 and 2:37). I ended up walking the entire course in 3:34 (They met me for the last .1 of a mile and we all walked across the finish line together (they crossed for the second time) — very cool).

Because of all of the medication I have been on for the bronchitis, I got dehydrated (when I thought I was properly hydrating myself). Because of that, I got some kind of toxemia and as soon as I stopped walking, my muscles all cramped up. It was so severe that I couldn’t walk to the car after the race and couldn’t get out of bed for the next 2 days (I literally couldn’t walk). I feel stupid but I’m also really glad that I did it.

But wait, there’s more! In November I had stubbed my big toe (that one on the right) and had hurt it pretty bad. Blood now graces one of the classrooms in the College of Education and I’ve forever left my mark (or for as long as that carpet is there). I kept thinking said toenail would fall off. It hung on, though. It just would not fall off.

Two months later, I’m getting ready for the 1/2 marathon and notice that the toenail is definitely on its way out. At that point, it was kind of attached partially on the left side of the toe. I had considered pulling it off. However, both my sister-in-law (a nurse) and my sister (who also works at the hospital) warned me against it. “Let it fall off by itself,” came the admonishment. I guess you can cause damage to the new nail by tugging at an old one.

Two weeks and a 1/2 marathon later, that toenail will NOT fall off. It just hangs on (and the toenail beneath is really scary). In addition, the toenail on the large toe of my left foot has now turned black & blue. It seems I bruised it during the 1/2 marathon.

Ugh.

While I’m proud of myself for completing the 1/2 marathon and am considering doing some condition training (5Ks and 10Ks) to do more of them, I don’t think I’ll be posting any photos of my feet for a long time.

*This post brought to you by the lint-watchers society of America, whose motto is “If it’s there, write about it!”

blight


Today I had a six month checkup for cancer. We’ve backed down from every three months to every six. That’s a good thing.

I haven’t had any biopsies taken in almost a year and a half. That’s amazing. It’s really amazing because I was averaging a new biopsy for every visit, if not more, before then.

It caught up to me, though. It was bound to. I’m due.

It’s almost two years (in September) since my last melanoma was found. Two years. Can you believe it? Most of you who read my blog have been around at least that long, if not longer.

Five years is the magic number. At five years, they figure that you can go down to a yearly visit because it’s not coming back. I haven’t made it to five years yet.

First, carcinoma on my hand. Two months later, a melanoma on my back. Three years after that, another melanoma. Now, two years later, we’re watching.

Two biopsies today. A pound of flesh removed from my upper right thigh and another pound removed from the middle of the inside of my left calf. Ok, not nearly a pound…but it sure feels like it. Big scoops of flesh removed from my body — areas that will take months, if not years, to mend because legs mend so slowly. I still have one that is trying to mend from two years ago December on my lower right calf. Over two years and the mark is still there, still looking bruised and ugly.

I will find out the pathology results within a week. I’m not worried about the one from my calf. That one didn’t look bad. The one from my thigh, however, grew fast. It may be something. Then again, it might not be.

My war wounds. My little reminders that I’m still here, still kicking, and still moving forward. This blight upon my body will not win.

One of the other interesting things is that my doctor is now going to be taking digital photographs of my body so she can compare them to my visits.  That way we’ll know if any of the moles have grown, appeared, or changed shape.

So, being the dorky photography nut I am, I started asking her about her camera, the megapixels, and the resolution of the photographs.  Heh.  She told me that we could look at the photos together, when they are taken, and then I can make recommendations about cameras.  I’m up for that.

Hey, it’s just about the cameras and photography, folks!

what we wish for

We recently finished up Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy (you can hear an interview with the author on NPR’s Fresh Air). In this book, Grealy accounts her bout with cancer and how the surgeries took their toll on how she looked physically.

Grealy writes about how being in the hospital made her special, made her stand out, be the star. People paid attention to her. When her 2 1/2 years of chemo were over, her mother asked her if she was happy. She put on a brave face and said she was but when she reflects on it, she wasn’t happy that her moment of stardom was over.

She writes, “As hard as it was to admit this to myself, I was afraid of it ending, of everything changing. I wouldn’t be special anymore; no one would love me. Without the arena of chemotherapy in which to prove myself, how would anyone know I was worthy of love?” (136)

I wonder how many of us feel that way with our own traumatic experiences. I’ll be honest about this. When I found out I had cancer, I was sad. But it also felt really, really good to know that my family rallied around me. It was nice to get virtual hugs and support here.

When I write about the abuse I went through, the poverty we lived in, and the various events that litter my life, it feels good to hear readers give me support.

Would I want to live through any of that again? No. But there is also some part of me that equates trauma with love. If I’m hurting, I get loved more. It’s not a conscious thought but I feel more love when I’m hurting. People remember to tell you more then.

During my last surgery for cancer, I felt like a fraud. We catch my cancer early, before it can spread. I’m relatively well off compared to people who have to do chemo and radiation. I have chunks of skin taken out (which can be traumatic) but it is nothing like chemo. Whenever I wrote about it, it was double-edged. I wanted the support but I felt horrible – feeling like I was milking this thing for more than it was worth. Or, maybe more appropriately, more than I was worth.

I don’t want to be a victim or a survivor or any other word/language that is associated with someone who has dealt with large levels of trauma in his/her life. I am, though. I have. And trying to find love outside of that is always a challenge. I’m not sure what non-traumatic love feels like.

oops-a-daisy

Today started off well. I was getting a lot of work done. Things were progressing well. I was feeling good.

The BAM!

I was walking from my building to another building. I had to go visit a professor and get some information from him. I was taking some books back to a friend.

It snowed last night. Not much. I’ve walked through deeper snow. It wasn’t particularly cold so there wasn’t thick ice on the ground.

But…

I just happened to walk on a part of the sidewalk where the snow was packed down and smooth and I slipped and fell. My entire left side impacted with the ground.

I got up and kept going. But then my supervisor said I should go to the campus clinic just to get checked. Then the stiffness started setting in.

I’m bruised from the thigh up to my shoulder. My neck hurts. My head hurts.

I’ve been in bed since noon and I feel worse now than I did when I left the doctor’s office.

I’m just hoping that by morning I’m feeling better. There is too much to do to not be feeling better.

On another note, if you can, please send some thoughts to my friend ashley. Her cat has been missing for a few days and I know she needs all of the positive thoughts she can get.

I love you, sweetpea.

noise


Where I live, there is very little in the way of noise. If anything, I hear more animals than anything else: horses, dogs, turkeys, llamas (yes, llamas make chirping noises), goats, and various other animals. In fact, the other night I even heard the yodeling of coyotes. Living out in a more rural area of the city, I realize how affected I am by noise.

At work, I have a corner office next to the lobby. I have an opening in one of my walls that opens right out into the lobby and makes it so I can hear everything that happens out there. People congregate beneath the window and lean against the wall (sometimes hitting it or tapping on it while they lean) and it makes it difficult for me to concentrate on the work I’m doing. When someone particularly loud is out there (and I don’t think people realize how loud is loud when it echoes into an adjacent office), it reverberates through my office. It’s an odd thing — and I’m more affected by it than I would have ever thought I would be.

But it is getting worse. The heating system is also right over my office and it has this sort of pounding silence that beats against my office. Now I’m being affected by light noise. Ambient light is starting to hurt my eyes. If it is harsh, I have trouble seeing things correctly and tend to squint, which gives me headaches. At home, I hear everything because it is so quiet. I can hear the hum of my Tivo. My water pump can keep me up until it goes off. When the refrigerator runs (and it is very quiet), it drives me to distraction some times.

So this actually got me to thinking about something. Are we so used to so much noise that we don’t notice just how much noise surrounds us? In this part of the country we think of noise pollution as the helicopters flying over the Grand Canyon. But I’m wondering if we aren’t dealing with noise pollution every single day in all that we do: the computers, the machines, cars, people, etc.

I think I’m a bit odd. I do get something in my head and then can’t let it go until the noise goes away (and I’ve tried wearing headphones but then I get rashes on my ears or very sore ears (with earbuds)). I keep trying, though, and will find a solution to my problem.

I don’t think the noise pollution is going away any time soon and is probably something I need to learn to deal with or find myself ostracized or living like a hermit in the middle of a deserted island somewhere (if there are any deserted islands left). I can deal with it in small doses (I visit cities on my of my vacations) but I really like the quiet. It is peaceful to me.

Addendum:  I think this makes me sound like I’m a freak or something.  That could be true but my issue with noise is not so bad that I don’t go out or do things.  I do.  I just prefer the quiet if I can have it.

self-portrait, week #5


photo by me

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery ~

I’m using an older image this week for my self-portrait check in but the words are all new.

I stumbled upon a blog this morning that hit me in the stomach like a ton of bricks (oh, don’t you love similes?). Losing Lucy is about one woman’s weight loss journey.

I know. You’re saying that there are a million of these out there and why is this one so different? It’s probably not that different but it is new and she is refreshingly honest. She tells us how much she weighs and what her struggles have been.

I’ve never been that honest on here. I’m embarrassed about how much I weigh. I shouldn’t weigh this much and I wonder how I ever got here.

I was that skinny girl. For most of my life, I was that girl. I’m 5’10″ and weighed 110 pounds. I was skinny. Dangerously so, I’m guessing.

So, I’m changing my lifestyle. I eat around 1500 calories per day. I eat anything I want (and I typically eat pretty healthy – lots of fruits and veggies) but I eat around that many calories. I’m exercising between 30 and 40 minutes a day. I am losing weight.

It’s slow because my body is rebelling against me. It thinks we should be eating more and I’m trying to retrain it into knowing that we don’t actually need that much food and I had been abusing it with all of the food I was putting into it. We struggle against one another but I know I will win out.

I’m stubborn that way.

It’s paying off. I got several comments this week from co-workers who asked if I’m losing weight. That was nice. People are actually noticing.

I just nod and blush. I don’t want to jinx it. I just want to do it. I want to make this happen.

And I will.

wait, weight

size 20

I’m a little late in talking about this, I know. The Daily Mail wrote on the story on October 4th. I was thinking about this, though, since the moment I saw the photograph and read the article.

This is the thing, in case you haven’t heard. The fashion designer, Jean Paul Gaultier, decided to use ONE size 20 model in his runway show (you can click on the image to the left to see the image in a larger size). Okay. This is good and fine. EXCEPT, he used ONE larger model and the rest were all size 0.

Not only did he only use one plus size model BUT his show was focused around aerobics. Reuters reports:

“…Gaultier again took the audience by surprise as he turned a catwalk into a fitness room, equipped with glittery exercise machines, sending models racing along in elaborate training suits, pumped up by songs such as Diana Ross’s 1982 hit “Muscles” and excerpts from aerobics classes.

Wearing eyeshades and high-heeled Converse shoes, models paraded in baseball jackets in embroidered satin with shorts reading Gaultier on the buttocks as a recorded voice screamed encouragingly: “Now, we all want to have thighs of steel.”

While I couldn’t find a comment from Gaultier to explain his reason for using one larger sized model, I find this to be a mockery of women who are larger than a size 0. And…what is a size 0 anyway? It makes me think of the Emperor’s Clothing where they would really be naked because 0 means nada.

And why care about what size you are when the highly regarded (ahem) Hewlett-Packard is so willing to make a camera that slims us down automatically?

And do you notice how all of this is aimed at women? Not one man in the HP ad. Not one man in the catwalks is being mocked or disregarded.

Women are the whipping posts for the weight issue. It’s easy to make fun of women because we seem to buy into it so much more. We seem to feed into the furor that arises over weight and feel that we have to meet some ideal look in order to be desireable. And many men feed into that by focusing so much on a woman’s weight.

Sure, being overweight is unhealthy. I completely agree. Being underweight is also unhealthy.

Every person has a weight that is healthier for her or him and it isn’t often in the size 20 or the size 0 areas. It’s in-between. And finding that weight is more important than fitting into designer clothes or buying into a camera that makes us look like something we’re not.

I’d rather be me, fat and all, than be anyone else or try to fit some ideal that is not only dangerous but unattainable.

assessing life


photo by me

I am taking part in a study at the university being conducted by the health psychology department. It’s a weight study.

In this study, they are paying attention to caloric, fat, and fiber intake. We have to wear pedometers. We also have to pay attention to our stress levels.

So it asks what my stress level is for the day.

And I start to wonder – on whose scale? I’m always stressed. Always. I worry about everything. I always have. I even went to biofeedback therapy to learn how to calm myself down when feeling overwhelmed and stressed.

The problem with all of this is that I don’t know when I’ve reached that level of too much stress. Too much for me is probably major overload for others. I live with tight knots in my stomach and muscles that feel like they’re wound up and could spring any moment. I live with perpetual headaches.

It’s impossible not to have stress in my life – or any life for that matter, i think. And when you have major deadlines all of the time (and, really, with the type of job I have and the school load I have, it’s a major deadline at every turn), it’s really impossible not to have stress.

My stress level hovers around an 8 on a 10 scale, I think. Every day. Because I’m always stressed – and I don’t really have anything else to compare it to.

One of the things about this study is to assess our stress, to try to alleviate it, and to help us not be stress eaters (of which, I’m definitely one).

So what is my stress level? Really, I’m not sure. But I’ll take a guess.

to live or not to live…




photo by me

There are so many reports out that tell us how to live longer. Forbes magazine posted the 15 Ways to Live Longer:

  1. Don’t Oversleep – Here’s a reason not to hit the snooze button anymore: Sleeping too much can reduce life expectancy, according to a February 2002 study in the Archives of General Psychiatry. The study found that people who sleep more than eight hours per night had a significantly higher death rate than normal. But late-night-party-goers shouldn’t rejoice: researches say that sleeping less than four hours also increases death rates. People who sleep between six and seven hours per night were shown to live the longest.
  2. Be Optimistic – Researchers at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn., found that optimistic people had a 50% decreased risk of early death compared with those who leaned more toward pessimism. The results, published in the August 2002 issue of Mayo Clinic Proceedings, make sense: Those with a positive outlook on life are probably less stressed, better equipped to deal with adversity and, consequently, healthier. Optimists also tend to have lower blood pressure than pessimists, which, again, is most likely related to how positive thinkers respond to stress.
  3. Have More Sex – No complaints here. There’s decent evidence that sex helps keep us healthy, and thus increases longevity. But according to researchers, it’s not necessarily an actual biological response generated by sex that makes us live longer. What’s more likely is that having intimate sex means you are less stressed, happier and better rested–all factors that can lower blood pressure and protect against stroke and heart disease. A study published in the April 2004 Journal of the American Medical Association found that “high ejaculation frequency was related to decreased risk of total prostate cancer.”
  4. People who own pets, especially dogs, have been shown to be less stressed and require fewer visits to their physicians than non-owners. Survival rates for heart-attack victims who had a pet have been shown to be 12% longer than for those who did not have one, according to one of the first studies dealing with the impact pets can have on our health, led by researcher Erica Friedmann. Pet owners have also been shown to have lower blood pressure. The reasons are most likely related to an array of psychological factors, such as the facts that owning a pet decreases loneliness and depression, encourages laughter and nurturing, and stimulates exercise.
  5. Get a VAP – It’s estimated that about half of the people with heart disease–the No. 1 killer in the U.S.–have normal cholesterol levels, which raises serious doubt about the ability of traditional cholesterol tests to detect risk. But more advanced cholesterol tests, like the VAP test, made by the Birmingham, Ala.-based lab Atherotech, may remedy that. VAP measures important metrics that traditional tests miss. Regular tests only detect half of the people with heart disease, while the VAP has been shown to detect 90% of heart disease patients. That’s important because lipid abnormalities can most often be rectified with medication and dietary changes. And the sooner you start making changes, the better.
  6. Be Rich – According to the National Center for Health Statistics, 24% of Americans whose family income is less than $20,000 are “limited” by chronic disease, whereas only 6% of people with an income of $75,000 or more have this problem. In general, population groups that suffer the worst health have the highest poverty rates and the least education. One possible explanation: Higher incomes permit access to better food and housing, safer neighborhoods and increased medical care. Higher incomes also increase the opportunity to engage in health-promoting behaviors. Of course, being a chief executive certainly exposes you to a high level of stress that can decrease life expectancy. But according to the data, striving to be financially comfortable is a good goal for aspiring centenarians.
  7. Stop Smoking – To say that smoking is bad for your health is, of course, not revelatory. But it still cannot be denied that quitting can significantly improve your prospects for a long life. Middle-aged men who are long-term, heavy smokers face twice the risk of developing more aggressive forms of prostate cancer than men who have never smoked, according to findings that appeared in the July 2003 issue of Cancer Epidemiology, Biomarkers and Prevention. According to a recent study in the Archives of Gerontology and Geriatrics, cigarette smoking has been clearly linked to the most common causes of death in the elderly.
  8. Chill Out – A study led by the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine in 2002 found that men classified as having the highest level of anger in response to stress were over three times more likely to develop premature heart disease than men who reported lower anger responses. They were also over six times more likely to have a heart attack by the age of 55. One possible explanation is the correlation between anger and high blood pressure, a condition that commonly develops in highly stressed individuals. The lesson is simple: Try as much as you can to let unavoidable, everyday stresses roll off your shoulders.
  9. Eat your Antioxidants – Antioxidants, substances that are found in foods ranging from cinnamon to blueberries, can scavenge free radicals, compounds whose unstable chemical nature accelerates the effect of aging on our cells. Until these excess free radicals are quenched by antioxidant molecules, cellular damage accumulates. This contributes to an array of degenerative diseases, including atherosclerosis, Alzheimer’s and cancer. Research shows that certain types of beans (kidney, pinto, black) are among the best sources of antioxidants, while blueberries and other berries follow close behind.
  10. Marry Well – While the phrase “marry well” is typically used to describe people who marry someone rich, we are talking about something entirely different: genetics. Apparently, longevity genes can be inherited. According to a February 2005 study in Mechanisms of Aging and Development, exceptional longevity and healthy aging is an inherited phenotype across three generations. So, for the single people out there, pick a spouse whose grandparents are still alive. This won’t make you live longer, but it might help your children.
  11. Exercise – Get up and start moving. Not only does exercise help us maintain our weight, it improves our cardiovascular health, strengthens the bones and increases endorphins in the body–hormones that give us energy, make us happier and help ward off stress and disease. “If you don’t use it, you lose it,” says Dr. Merl Myerson, director of cardiovascular prevention at St. Luke’s/Roosevelt Hospital in Manhattan. “We find that active people will do better, live longer.”
  12. Laugh a Little – Laughter reduces levels of stress hormones like adrenaline and cortisol. It also releases endorphins that work as pain killers and gives your blood circulation a boost. Not to mention it relaxes blood vessels and keeps a person from being angry–a significant predictor of heart disease. “The higher you score on anger and hostility, the greater the likely hood you’ll have a heart attack,” says Dr. David Fein, medical director at Princeton Longevity Center in New Jersey.
  13. Lose Weight – For people who are overweight or obese, life is a ticking time bomb. They have increased risk of heart disease and several types of cancer, along with higher risk of developing Type 2 diabetes–a condition that is becoming an epidemic in the U.S. “The real way to lose weight is to cut back on food intake,” says Dr. David Fein, Medical Director at Princeton Longevity Center in New Jersey. “People are under the impression that they can exercise weight off, but exercise is a means to maintain weight.
  14. Manage Stress – Everyone has stress to a certain degree, but not everyone knows how to manage it. The key is to recognize what the big factors are in your life and how to mitigate them. Constant stress produces high levels of cortisol, which has been shown to impair cognitive functioning and weaken the immune system. “I think stress kills mo
    re people than just about anything else,” says Dr. David Fein, medical Director at Princeton Longevity Center in New Jersey.
  15. Meditate – According to Dr. Woodson Merrell of Beth Israel Hospital in New York City, the most powerful healing tool for stress and prolonged life is meditation. It clears the mind of thought and lets a person concentrate on tranquility. Fifteen minutes of meditation has been shown to produce a much more relaxed state of mind than one hour of the deepest sleep. Even starting the day with just two minutes of meditation can be beneficial. Sit with your spine erect and try to quiet your thoughts; it may help to concentrate on one word.

#1 – I’ve got this down to a fine art. Heck, I wake up BEFORE the alarm – sometimes hours before the alarm.

#2 – I’m pretty optimistic. I think I wear rose-colored glasses more often than not.

#3 – Hmmm. I wonder if masturbation counts. If it does, I’ll do more.

#4 – Well, I heart my Dakota. :-)

#5 – I didn’t even know what this was until I read it.

#6 – I’m about midway between their 2 extremes. Is that good or bad?

#7 – Hahahahahaha. Ewww. Yuck. Didn’t start.

#8 – Okay, I do this well when I’m away from work. It’s the work thing that stops me from completely chilling out. Darn it.

#9 – If I ate anymore antioxidants, I’d be like Viola in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory: a big blueberry.

#10 – Well, I’ve got the good genes. With grandparents on both sides nearing their 90s, I think I’m good on that. So…now…I not only have to find love and someone who can be compatible with me BUT he has to have good genes. Sheesh.

#11 – I do this … sometimes.

#12 – I laugh a lot. I love to laugh. It makes me feel good.

#13 – And herein lies my problem. I’m doing everything exactly as my doctors say and I still can’t but they can’t find anything wrong with me. Grrrr.

#14 – Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

#15 – Erect spine? I’d rather sleep on a bed of nails. Hah!

Okay, so you may be asking what brought this around. Today on the Science blog, it is reported that:

People who never marry have the greatest chance of an earlier death, reveals a study in the Journal of Epidemiology and Community Health.

So I’m really curious. Am I going to live longer because I laugh and have a dog I adore or am I going to die sooner since I haven’t found wedded bliss?

Oy! The stress this is heaping on me!

free


photo by me

I had my three month dermatologist’s appointment today.

I always get so nervous. I know she’s going to cut me. I know that she will find something.

She always does. Always.

But not quite.

Today was the first time she didn’t take a biopsy. In the four years I’ve been going, she didn’t take any of my skin.

I told her that and she laughed. She said maybe we’ve finally gotten this ugly thing under control.

I just felt complete relief.

Short and sweet today. It’s a day to celebrate, live life, and be happy.

No cancer.