December 11, 2009

Christmas Rush

I was asked yesterday if, knowing there were only a few weeks before Christmas, was I starting to panic?

I can’t say that I am.  I made a conscious decision to give up panic some time ago.

After my daughters became teenagers, I realized that most of the negative hustle and bustle of the Christmas season was mostly manufactured by the media.  That was a gift of Wisdom.  When we get so geared up that we don’t actually ENJOY the season – that’s were our wisdom should “kick in” and we should take a step back and assess what’s really important and needful for us to do, have, say, or be. I’m VERY aware that to be in such a place is a blessing and I don’t take it for granted.  I pray that every stressed out person will figure out how to release it.

One suggestion for helping to escape the hype is to stop.

Just stop for a minute and take a deep breath.  Look around and take note of where you are and what you’re doing.  We often just put our lives on auto-pilot and go with the flow – not in a good way.  We hear that certain things are going to be hard to find – maybe not for us.  We hear that traffic is going to be bumper to bumper and it’ll take you 20 minutes to find a parking space – maybe not for us.  Every kid’s gonna want a Werliquik – maybe not the kids on your list.  Most of the time, there are options that would make a significant difference in our stress level.  We just need to give ourselves a minute to think and then choose a less stressful, less panic-filled path.

Considering the “reason for the season”,  isn’t it note-worthy that based on Biblical accounts of His life, Jesus never RUSHED anywhere?

October 21, 2009

10 Lesser Known Murphy Laws

Let me say this up front:  these are not original, nor are they new.

They’re just funny.  Go with me on this, ok?

1. Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

2. He who laughs last, thinks slowest.

3. Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don’t.

4. Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.

5. The 50-50-90 rule: Anytime you have a 50-50 chance of getting something right, there’s a 90% probability you’ll get it wrong.

6. The things that come to those who wait will be the things left by those who got there first.

7. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he’ll sit in a boat all day, drinking beer.

8. The shin bone is a device for finding furniture in a dark room.

9. A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well.

10. When you go into court, you are putting yourself in the hands of 12 people who weren’t smart enough to get out of jury duty

August 9, 2009

Yes. God Does Have a Sense of Humor.

Often when I look at the serendipitous occurrences in my life, there appears to be a very thin line between  irony and punishment.

For the record,  I’m not complaining.  I gave that up a few years back.  These are merely “observations” .

Back in 2004,  God gave me the idea for a wonderful solution to my problem of hot flashes.   Long story short,  when I began to experience the effects of menopause,  my hot flashes were the most annoying  and visible symptom.  One day while singing in the choir at my church,  I felt a “flash” coming on – no way to stop it, just had to deal with it.  At that point,  I prayed “Lord help me find a way to make this bearable”.   With that in mind, I set out to find a solution.  A tactical solution.  Didn’t want to deal with the hormones and herbs and voodoo dolls anymore.

In a “flash” of inspiration (maybe more like a glow than a flash),  I developed this cooling system that includes a gel pack encased in a absorbent fabric that fits in the palm of your hand. Voila! Problem solved. Problem solved for me and about a billion other women who have hot flashes.  Bonus: create it,  manufacture it,  market it,  sell it.  Make a kazillion dollars.

Life is good.

But nooooooooooooooooooooo . . .

During the progression of time,  I had this little encounter with breast cancer.  DCIS to be exact.  A little lumpectomy,  a little radiation therapy. BAM,  I’m done with that.   Except for this one little thing.   The drug.  The drug is Tamoxifen.  Tamoxifen is prescribed to women whose breast cancer is estrogen responsive.  The effectiveness of this drug requires that it be taken for five years, with monitoring by the doctor to keep tabs on the effects.  You’ll never guess the primary side effect of Tamoxifen.

Drum roll please . . . . HOT FLASHES!

Seriously?

I’ve been dealing with hot flashes since around 2002.  Their scale has waxed and waned over the years, but they’ve been a fairly constant companion.   Now that I’m taking Tamoxifen, they have come upon me with the intensity and velocity of a rabid menopausal suburban she-devil who’s been deprived of her chocolate,  her SUV,  and her credit cards.   I no longer “glisten“,  I sweat like a politician in a pulpit!

Here’s the good news (and yes, there’s always good news):  I will be constantly reminded of the benefits of my little product and how desperately other women need it.

However, if God’s purpose is simply to encourage me to move forward in my business,  I’m pretty sure I  would have responded to a simple “You can do it!”

July 30, 2009

Viral Evangelism or A Sincere Prayer?

Just about everybody in my address book has read this prayer.  Most have forwarded it to just about everybody in their address books.

I really like it.  Read it every time it comes around.  I mostly delete the part that “strongly suggests” that you forward to everybody you know and the person who sent it to you. That just seems a bit much to me.  I like being able to decide to whom I wish to forward something.  Miss Independent,  like my babies.  Or are they like me??? Anyway . . .

I think it’s a beautiful prayer and I wanted to share it with you, too.

Dear Lord, I thank You for this day.

I thank You for my being able to see and to hear this morning.

I’m blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God.

You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me.

Forgive me this day for everything I have done, said or thought
that was not pleasing to you.

I ask now for Your forgiveness.

Please keep me safe from all danger and harm.

Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude.

Let me make the best of each and every day to clear my mind so that I can hear from You.

Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things.

Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over. And give the best response when I’m pushed beyond my limits.

I know that when I can’t pray, You listen to my heart.

Continue to use me to do Your will.
Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others.

Keep me strong that I may help the weak.
Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others.

I pray for those that are lost and can’t find their way.
I pray for those that are misjudged and misunderstood.
I pray for those who don’t know You intimately.
I pray for those that will delete this without sharing it with others.
I pray for those that don’t believe.

But I thank you that I believe that God changes people and God changes things.

I pray for all my sisters and brothers.

For each and every family member in their households.

I pray for peace , love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met.

I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God.

Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight.

I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye that sees it.

In the Mighty and Precious name of Jesus.

Amen

June 29, 2009

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”

Along with millions of other people in this world,  I am still mourning the death of Michael Jackson.

There’s nothing I can say about him here that hasn’t already been said (more eloquently) by untold numbers of writers.  He was a gifted artist and an entertainer the likes of which had never been seen before.

Michael was an easy mark for the media.   Everything about him – his youth, his extraordinary talent,  his tumultuous relationship with his father,  his loss of innocence – EVERYTHING about him made good press.  Whether truth, conjecture,  speculation,  or out right lies,  it was all good press.   His life and his music made money for everybody involved.

The media labeled him Wacko Jacko and sensationalized his every move – strange though those moves may have been – and caused him to have to behave in even stranger ways.

And now,  the very entity that might account for the sad life he lived for the past several years,  has now declared nothing else to be as newsworthy as his untimely death.

Go figure.

Perhaps Michael Jackson can finally,  truly,  rest in peace.  I pray so.

June 9, 2009

Cool Things to Know About Radiation Therapy

Allison, Ashley, Dave and Deb

Allison, Ashley, Dave and Deb

Meet my radiology techs: Allison, the Diva – Divine, Inspired, Vivacious and Anointed;  Ashley, who may be in the witness protection program;  Dave The Wealthy Writer, who only works for the fun of it;  and Deb, who just wants to play with her 5 year old son.   They are standing in front of  the fifth team member – “The Machine”.

Every week day for 33 days,  I had the pleasure of meeting with these professionals at 7:40am.  Radiation therapy was the prescribed treatment as an “extra precaution” to make sure there were no lingering cancer cells hanging out in my breast.

I just might be in denial, but I’ve never been able to say I have breast cancer.  My theory:  I had cancerous cells located in a cyst in my right breast.  By the time I KNEW about those cells, they had been removed.  So, by my estimation, I HAD breast cancer, but now I do not.  Call it semantics – it works for me.

Fortunately, the type of cancer cells found in my breast were DCIS – ductal carcinoma in situ (everybody referred to this as the “good” kind).  Seriously, that phrase “the good kind”,  is one of many that should never be used with cancer patients.

Here are a few others . . .

“We’re all going behind that lead wall.  There’s a mic on the machine.  Call us if you need anything – anything at all.”

“Are you going to be alright?”

“This machine is acting up today.”

(Directed to me while I’m lying on this monstrous machine waiting to be slightly irradiated for the fifth time) . . . “You say you’re  experiencing headaches? That’s not a typical side effect.  Perhaps your blood pressure gets a bit elevated when you come in.  Are you under any stress?” (explicative deleted)

“Your skin is holding up well.  Why, your skin was just MADE for radiation.”

“I know you’re stressed.  How ’bout we go for a nice, 90 minute  hot stone massage?”

On the other hand,  these are always winners:

“How was your therapy today?”

“Now we have to find a semi-nude beach.”

“By the time I finished my therapy,  I’d lost 10 pounds – not bad.”

“When you’re done, we’re gonna celebrate!”

“Nana, does your boobie hurt (while gently patting my chest with her tiny, fat little fingers)?”

“I will give you a dollar if you ask your radiology oncologist if your boob will ever glow in the dark.”

“Better enjoy it.  This is your last one.”

Experiencing sickness and dis-ease is never easy.  The degrees of difficulty are vast and unpredictable.   What I know for sure  (I’ll bet its gonna cost me something for using that phrase) is that attitude makes all the difference. The entire staff at the Cancer Center were all trained in the art of human being.  Their attitude was “we know this isn’t normal,  but we’ll do whatever we can to make it pleasant”.

My attitude?  Make the best of whatever I get because I’ve finally learned that God is in it with me.  In the very middle of my tears,  my fears,  my pain,  my anxiety,  and especially my doubt,  He patiently waits for me to stop flailing about and turn to Him.   That . . .  is very cool.

(So,  does it actually burn?  Yes and No)

May 10, 2009

H A L T

Things have been pretty busy with business and family and health recently, so I’ve been really taxing my multi-tasking abilities.

On March 20th,  I attended the first of a 10 module business development program.  It was a four hour class (half session) with an abundance of valuable, thought-provoking information that was well presented.  The program, now in its 13th year,  has a proven record of helping small business owners to propel their companies  “to the next level”.  I arrived at 8:50am for the 9am start time.  The class ended promptly at 1pm.

After getting 10 minutes  into my 40 minute drive home, I suddenly become overwhelmed with thoughts of inadaquacy,  fear,  anxiety,  and defeat!  Where did that come from?  I started thinking “I’m over my head in this class,  in this business, in this LIFE”!  My self talk became about as negative as it could get.

As the tears welled-up, I took a deep breath and said to myself . . . “You’re tired”.  Nothing earth shattering,  no brain tumor,  no mental breakdown – just tired.

Thinking back . . .

On Thursday, March 19th, I left home at 6am driving to see my Dad in Chipley, Fl.  That’s about a five hour drive.  I spent some quality time with him.  Lunch.  A walk out to the park. Talking with his friends.  Telling bad jokes.

I left Chipley at around 6:30pm (EDT).  Driving straight through (hey, I have older brothers,  that’s just what you do), would have put me back home around 11:30pm.  BUT NOOOOOOO!  Coming into Atlanta I noticed that there was a fire engine barrelling north on the southbound lanes of Interstate 85.  A lone fire engine.  As I watched it pass, my only thought was “This is not good”.

And it wasn’t.  Traffic heading south on I-85 had come to a complete halt – for miles.  A tractor trailer had jumped the median, flipped on its side and caught on fire. Traffic both ways had been stopped.  By the time we got to the scene of the accident (approximately 1 hour and 20 minutes later) the trailer was a charred, white-hot shell.  This was a long night.

I was in class at 8:50am on Friday morning.  I was tired.

Years ago, I heard a life-altering sermon by Dr. Charles Stanley.  He said there were four things we should avoid in order to live a happy, healthy life.  He said you could remember them with the acronym HALT.

Never allow yourself to get too HUNGRY. too ANGRY, too LONELY or too TIRED.

I graduated from the program on Friday. Yeah me!

April 20, 2009

What Matters Most (trite but true)

On Friday, April 17, 2009,  my Mom (the 89 year old in the pool),   made her transition into eternity.

Eva Mae Williams Lightner Noye

December 31, 1919 - April 17, 2009

While  typing the dates,  I tried to “bold” the dash.  I’m in the dash.

I’m there with thirteen siblings,  five children (two whom she buried),  a husband whom she divorced,  one whom she cared for until his death,  nine grandchildren,  eleven great-grandchildren.  And . . . as we say in the country . . . “a host of nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends”.

My Mother was extremely considerate.  She had a pre-paid burial plan – all the arrangements had been made.  She even picked her own casket (ewheh!)

I believe that her final act of consideration was to die in her sleep. Peacefully.  I accept this as a tremendous gift from God and I am eternally grateful.

Death is the only thing guaranteed in life.  We use to say “death and taxes”, but some of our politicians have proven that to be passe’.

Since we all know that this life ends,  you’d think we’d get it.  You’d think we’d be “prepared” for it.  You’d think it wouldn’t hurt so bad.  But it still does.

I’m good, though.  Mom taught me alot about living and alot about dying.  If you’d like to get to know her,  read Proverbs 31:15-31.

Just want to encourage you to pay attention to what’s in the dash.

That’s what matter most.

April 17, 2009

Since When Did I Have To Sit Down To Put On My Socks?

 

We’ve heard the jokes about young, pony-tailed hotties who tilt their noses at the middle-aged, somewhat pudgy 40+somethings.  These “mature” women have been heard to snap . . .

 

“If they’re yours, they’ll drop, too.”

“This is what childbirth can do.”

“Studies have shown that rolling your eyes causes cataracts.”

 

And who could forget Kathy Bates’ line from the Boomer Cult Classic Fried Green Tomatoes,

 

“Face it girls, I’m older and I have more insurance.”

 

Of all the things midlife and menopause can bring to women, one of the most valuable traits is a heightened sense of humor.

 

By the time we reach middle age, there have been numerous opportunities to see the humor in just about every aspect of life.  Haven’t we all wondered how we magically know when we can no longer put on panty hose or socks while standing up?  You didn’t understand when your Mom used to make those unintelligible noises after hearing something ridiculous come out of your Dad’s mouth. Well, now you know exactly what those noises mean.  And let’s not forget all that is childbirth.

 

Many women “hit their stride” in middle age and become much more than they ever dreamed they’d become.  Do you suppose Candice Bergen envisioned the success of her famed character Murphy Brown?  And could Sybil Sheppard have imagined being paired with Bruce Willis as the unforgettable Mattie Hayes in “Moonlighting”. Both these stars continued to expand their repertoires in comedic roles.

 

Comic relief is often said to provide an age-old cure for diseases of all types. Norman Cousins presents a strong case for the notion that laughter truly is the best medicine.  In his book “The Anatomy of an Illness”, Cousins writes, “I made the joyous discovery that ten minutes of genuine belly laughter had an anesthetic effect and would give me at least two hours of pain-free sleep,” he reported. “When the pain-killing effect of the laughter wore off, we would switch on the motion picture projector again and not infrequently, it would lead to another pain-free interval.”  Granted, this wasn’t the only protocol he used to improve his health, but he assigns a high value to the role that laughter played in his ultimate healing.

 

Only during the past century have we learned to truly embrace the humor that is part of growing old.  Yes, you read the words correctly . . . growing old.  If it sounds better to some of you, we can use any of the following “gentler” words . . . maturing, evolving, aging (as in fine wine), blossoming, or the phrase “coming into ourselves”.

 

The comic strip “Maxine” is a prime example of how our culture has made a comfortable place for humor among boomers.  Here’s a brief history of the Queen of Crabby from Maxine.com:

“When Hallmark launched Shoebox in 1986, nobody knew that the crabby character gracing the covers of a few Shoebox cards would become a celebrity. But it didn’t take long to see that Maxine’s irreverent quips about aging, the workplace, retirement, political correctness, and of course sex (or the lack of it) had struck a cord.

Since then, Americans have purchased more than 220 million Maxine greeting cards, and Maxine is still the first and only greeting card character to move from the card isle into popular culture.

Perpetually one of Hallmark’s top-performing characters, today Maxine has her own books, comic strip, calendars, and website.  Her likeness—and attitude—have also appeared on everything from t-shirts to paper towels”.

If it is true that art imitates life, and if we can define greeting cards as art (perhaps a bit of a stretch for some), then it stands to reason that middle-age is the beginning of a steady stream of potential subject matter for enough art to fill the Grand Canyon (a favorite boomer vacation destination – fyi).

With just a minor adjustment to the way we look at life, we could easily find humor in every activity of our day, from getting out of bed (slowly) to falling asleep in front of the tv while watching Jay Leno . . .  or the 11 O’clock News . . .  or your favorite primetime sit-com , , , or the 6 O’clock news.

If you’d like some real-life examples of just how funny midlife can be, check out the stand-up comedienne Mrs. Hughes (www.mrshughes.com). Mrs. Hughes lives in the real world.  She’s not in denial about anything.

And there is at least one line from her act that makes you say “That’s exactly what I was thinking!”

 

Surely there are studies somewhere that show that taking yourself too seriously has been proven to lead to weight gain, cellulite, grey hair, extra hair, no hair, wrinkles, and poor eyesight. 

 

The wise thing to do is avoid the risk and start early.  So . . .  lighten up.

Posted with permission from the author – Me.

 

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April 5, 2009

Random Acts of Logic

A few weeks ago, an “unnamed” woman underwent a lumpectomy (surgical procedure to remove a small cyst or area of tissue from the breast).  As a result of  that procedure, it was discovered that there existed cancer cells within the cyst.   Based on an examination of the site, the pathology report revealed that the tissue which was removed contained ALL the cancer cells found in the area.  The term “clean margins”  refers to the fact that none of the cancer cells were found outside the margins of the area that held the cyst. Got it?

Apparently, by current social standards, this woman has breast cancer and is now officially engulfed in all that is “breast cancer”.  She can be swept into a frenzy of activities that surround such a diagnosis.  Need a clinical oncologist – a GOOD clinical oncologist.  Are the lymph nodes involved? Did you get a test for that?  Got to start the battles with the insurance company (assuming she’s blessed to have insurance).  Need a second opinion.  Need a oncology radiologist.  What type treatment?  Five days? Six weeks? 

Then there’s the relationship factor. Honestly, no one wants to hear that their wife or mother or sister or daughter or best friend or aunt has breast cancer.  It just sounds  . . .  ominous.

There’s the idea of not tellimg.  Just do what needs to be done and treat it like a yeast infection – annoying, but TMI for most people.  This just isn’t a good option.  Not the kind of information you want a loved one to hear from their neighbor who happens to work in the pharmacy where your Tamoxifen prescription was filled.  Not a good option.

So who do you tell and how do you tell them? And timing . . . you don’t want to give someone this type of news when they’re already dealing with some issues of their own.  So much to consider

Wait.  Slow down and re-assess the reality of the situation. 

This woman does not have breast cancer.  This woman has had removed from her breast a cyst containing cancerous cells.  Big difference.

Ah, that’s better. 

The way we choose to approach a situation has everything to do with the outcome.   Cut through the clutter and find the reality.