Book Review: Why is She Acting So Weird?

Posted on: September 23rd, 2016 by
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Cancer is complex: it affects every aspect of a patient’s life — including friendships. As I write this, I recall those friendships that strengthened with my breast cancer diagnosis. And, sadly, I recall those friendships that simply withered away.

People react to their friends’ cancer diagnoses in many ways for many reasons. Those who choose to continue their friendships are in for a shock at why their cancer-patient friends have changed. A wonderful book addresses how cancer affects friendships. Directed at friends of an ill person and offering advice on how to maintain a close friendship with a friend who has cancer is Why is She Acting So Weird?: A Guide to Cultivating Closeness When A Friend is in Crisis by breast cancer survivor Jenn McRobbie.

This book is a real treasure.

Written for the friend of a diagnosed person, the book unearths the vast complexities of being friends with someone in crisis, especially if that person is dealing with cancer. McRobbie offers spot-on advice. Such advice is to make sure the reader develops a support system for herself during a friend’s crisis. McRobbie encourages readers to “Step Out of Your Shoes,” advising readers to envision what it’s like to be in her friend’s shoes and not to push friends away. She recalls how some friends did not give her what she needed at the time of her medical crisis. McRobbie emphasizes the importance for a good friend to “make space for your friend’s grief.” She advises the friend to “remain present” while the diagnosed friend expresses how she feels.

She says, and I wholeheartedly agree, that the word “should” ought to be banned.

One of the most important parts of the book is when McRobbie addresses social media. McRobbie warns, “Since you’re looking to support and comfort your friend, you need to be quite selective when communicating with your friend on social media,” noting that “….social media complicates matters when someone is in crisis.” She covers the etiquette of sharing information when a friend is in crisis. McRobbie offers sound, cautionary advice on sharing a friend’s situation on social media. She says, “If you’re unsure what to say on social media, stick with posts that aren’t about your friend.” Perfectly said.

McRobbie also emphasizes how important actions are, as she recalls friends who rallied around the diagnosed McRobbie and took her daughters to school daily.

The author covers what to say and what not to say to a diagnosed person. She is on point when she emphasizes that there’s no right way for someone to do cancer. She offers advice to the friend of a diagnosed person, such as building a communication plan so the friend can communicate effectively with the patient. In fact, McRobbie offers creative solutions. One of her most creative chapters is titled “Learning the Mathematics of Friendship.” I won’t tell you what it contains, but it is exceedingly helpful about how to be a good friend to someone in crisis. Throughout the book, McRobbie weaves her own story as examples that illustrate her points.

Overall, this book is perfect for people whose friends are in crisis, especially with cancer. Whether you are a cancer patient looking for a book for your friends, or whether your friend is the one in crisis, this book is a must-have.


No Bra Day Rant

Posted on: September 9th, 2016 by
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I have news for those imbeciles who invented and/or celebrate No Bra Day: I already set my “boobies” free nearly 10 years ago when I had a bilateral mastectomy with reconstruction. I eagerly set them free because they came close to killing me. Ya see, my right “ta-ta” had a malignant tumor in it five years prior, and I had so much fun with surgery, radiation, and chemotherapy that I couldn’t handle another repeat slash-burn-and-poison party.

So I set my breasts free for good.

When my “girls” were set free and placed in a jar or wherever the hell they place breast tissue and analyze it, I discovered that my left breast — the supposedly healthy one — was filled with precancerous cells. And I was so happy that I possibly prevented a recurrence. But I was also numb, as I realized, yet again, how close to death my breasts brought me. Yet, even after my bilateral mastectomy with reconstruction, I still grieved for those horrible originals, those devils, because, call me crazy, I always wanted to keep the parts I was born with.

But instead, I had to set them free.

Post-mastectomy was a horrifying time. Recovery was a real bitch. ICU sucked. My chest and torso were adorned with so many stitches, they looked like railroad tracks over my whole torso. But whoo-hoo, I wasn’t wearing a bra then. Now the stitches are history and I have faint scars and fake nipples. And I must live every day with physical scars, but even worse, I must live with the emotional scars caused by breast cancer. Ya know, small things like body image issues and PTSD.

Today, almost 10 years after my surgery, I’ve come to accept my fake breasts — sorry, they are not perky. They are asymmetrical. That’s what happens sometimes when one has breast cancer. In my case, my right breast had a history before the mastectomy: It had a lumpectomy and re-excision, radiation, and another lumpectomy down the road. That breast got pretty darn hideously deformed. Then the bilateral mastectomy corrected some of the ugliness, but my cancer-affected breast is still a different size than my left unaffected one.

The good news is that I found a great mastectomy fitter who found a prosthesis for my right breast. So with my special, pocketed bra on and my prosthesis, I look completely symmetrical. This choice is not for everyone, but this is what I wanted.

Frankly, we should have a Keep a Bra On Day because each night I take my bra off the truth replaces the facade and reminds me of my grief and loss — thanks to the ugliness that is breast cancer.

Each night, for me, it is Set My Prosthesis Free Day. Because truth is, I resent the fact that I need a prosthesis. I resent that removing my bra each night means facing my cancer demons constantly. Most of all, I resent all those losers who celebrate No Bra Day.

A good candidate for Set My Prosthesis Free Day

A good candidate for Set My Prosthesis Free Day

It’s too bad that men afflicted with breast cancer cannot participate in No Bra Day. But then again, men are not sexualized like women are, so what’s the point in involving them in any kind of debasement?

I survived breast cancer thus far, but I don’t feel like celebrating. Because breast cancer isn’t a fun opportunity to party. Because breast cancer is a disease of grief, loss, suffering and, in too many cases, death.

No Bra Day is a bunch of bullshit.

Rant over. I just had to get something off my chest. Pun noted.

For an excellent post on No BRA Day, see the Cancer Curmudgeon’s excellent piece, How About a ‘What Cancer Really Does to Breasts Day’?.


Gilda’s Club: A Living Legacy

Posted on: September 2nd, 2016 by
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I was saddened to hear about Gene Wilder’s death this week. For years, he and his wife Gilda Radner filled my heart and the hearts of many with laughter. I was devastated when Radner died of ovarian cancer in 1989. However, Wilder helped provide a living legacy, one that has inextricably bound me to the comedic couple: Gilda’s Club.

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I was a cancer refugee.

I already had breast cancer — no way to run from that mess — but I was seeking refuge from its emotional toll.

I got what I was seeking at Gilda’s Club.

Living in Chicago, I was lucky to have a Gilda’s Club in my hometown. This organization offers a safe haven that provides free support and programming for anyone touched by cancer and their loved ones — friends and/or family. Such programming ranges from yoga, writing therapy classes, art classes, cooking classes, and a Christmas party with Santa Claus for the children.

At first I was hesitant to go all by myself, but I was urged by my aunt, a breast cancer survivor who attended Gilda’s Club in New York during her diagnosis and treatment. Each time I called her sobbing hysterically about cancer, she listened and offered warm support. And then she ended our conversation the way she always ended it: “Go to Gilda’s Club.”

I was terribly shy and didn’t want to go by myself. But the walls of despair and terror were suffocating me, and I needed more support than long-distance phone calls could provide me.

One day, I was downtown standing alone at the famous red door, the entryway to the physical building that houses Gilda’s Club. I had made an appointment with an intake worker, so she was expecting me. My heart was pounding as I rang the doorbell.

The door opened to a friendly receptionist’s face and a beautiful, well-lit interior. The welcoming intake worker gave me a tour of the many appealing rooms — there was a gorgeous kitchen, a reading room, general relaxation spaces, and an elevator to all three stories, for which my chemo-weary legs were grateful. The interior of Gilda’s Club was really a house — no, a home — offering a safe haven to people touched by cancer, their friends, and families.

The intake worker took all my information, and I received a membership card to a club that, like cancer, I never wanted to join. A part of me was still skeptical that Gilda’s Club could ease my constant emotional torment and fear.

“Every other Tuesday we have a chef teach our members how to cook a dish,” the intake worker told me enthusiastically. “It’s one of our more popular activities. You are invited to come today.”

I had nowhere comforting to go, so despite my skepticism, I decided to stay and check it out.

That evening I and a bunch of people I didn’t know saw a cooking demonstration and got to taste a dish of salmon and green-tomato ginger jam. Prior to my visit to Gilda’s Club, I had so much trouble eating, but for some reason, this dish was palatable to me. We all applauded the chef’s talent, asked questions, and got the recipe. I got to talk to several other cancer patients while we ate our communal feast.

I no longer felt alone.

And during the two hours of cooking and eating and asking questions, I felt the warmth, power, salvation, and magic that is Gilda’s Club. That evening cancer did not exist for me. I actually forgot I was ill. Joy and laughter were everywhere, and I fell in love with Gilda’s Club, a club that, it turns out, I was glad I joined after all.

I came to Gilda’s Club regularly for support. I always loved cooking, so I tried not to miss the chefs’ demonstrations, and I participated in writing classes, yoga, and a variety of other fun activities. Doctors would come to this haven to discuss various health/cancer issues. I got educated and met so many people in this welcoming environment.

And this safe space was the place where my emotional healing began.

Gene Wilder, Rest in Peace. You have helped many people through Gilda’s Club.

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Have you ever gone to Gilda’s Club?

Does your hometown have a Gilda’s Club nearby?

If applicable, how have you found solace in your diagnosis and beyond?


Go With the Flow

Posted on: August 25th, 2016 by
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Many people whose lives are affected by cancer or any other serious illness — whether former/current patient or caregiver — often experience depression and anxiety. Psychotherapy, psychotropic medications, EMDR, and guided imagery are just some tools that can be effective at combatting intense emotional stress. These and more options can be discussed with medical professionals.

But another phenomenon effectively decreases or even eliminates stress completely for a period of time. This tool has helped me and many others immensely. It does not require psychotherapy and medications and is easy on the wallet.

It is called Flow.

The concept of flow is the focus of a book by expert Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi called Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience. While this post isn’t a book review, I cannot recommend this book more highly. Reading this work was life-changing for me because it made me aware of how certain activities I participate in are highly beneficial to the mind and body.

In a nutshell, flow involves participating in an activity requiring focus and deep concentration where a person invests psychic energy for a period of time. Past wounds and future worries are obliterated; the only thing that exists is the present. Activities can include, but are not limited to, dancing, writing, creating/playing music, knitting, sewing, sketching, painting, and even working at a job that demands great attention.

The more flow one can incorporate in his or her life, according to Csikszentmihalyi, the better the quality of his or her life, self-growth, and exuberant feeling of transcendence: “Without enjoyment life can be endured, and it can even be pleasant. But it can be so only precariously, depending on luck and the cooperation of the external environment. To gain personal control over the quality of experience, however, one needs to learn how to build enjoyment into what happens day in, day out.”

He is spot on.

According to Csikszentmihalyi, flow helps guard “against the entropy that brings disorder to consciousness. It is really a battle for the self; it is a struggle for establishing control over attention.”

Watching television and other passive activities might be enjoyable, argues Csikszentmihalyi, but they don’t create an optimal life experience. Television may bring pleasure, but it does not bring about flow or truly enhances one’s life. And coming from the flow side of things, I couldn’t agree more.

One of the things I often struggle with is focus, thanks to chemobrain. With some tasks, my thoughts are scattered. The activities that give me a sense of flow are exercise, writing, and art. While I love participating in all these activities, art is the one that puts me in the most meditative state and gives me the greatest flow.

I want to discuss my meditative art practice, and you can apply this concept to your own flow activities, if you haven’t already.

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Art takes me to a place where I lose self-consciousness. During the time I draw or paint, my problems and stress “disappear.” All that matters is that particular art project, so much so, that I lose track of space, place, and time. With each brush or pencil stroke, all that matters is the present and the artwork itself.

Losing myself in an art project

Losing myself in an art project

Here’s an example: I start working on an oil painting at 5 p.m. and get so lost in the painting and the resulting reverie, that before I know it it’s 2 a.m., but it feels like just a millisecond has gone by. Each moment I devote to art I am in a meditative state of absolute relaxation. And even after participating in art, I feel more “together” and focused.

This is flow.

And this meditative state helps soothe my mind and body for as long as a few days after participating in the activity.

Unfortunately, for the past year or so, this vital part of my life has been neglected due to a busy life. Balancing work and family isn’t easy, and I haven’t spent enough time with the activity that brings me the most flow — art.

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That’s going to change. From now on, I plan to better integrate art into my life. Truth is, no matter how busy I am, I must make time for art — there’s always some time for art — in order to enhance my life with flow. My mind is now conditioned for art-related reverie: all I have to do is watch my daughter create a painting, and waves of relaxation overcome me.

This is why I understand why adult coloring books are all the rage. These books promote flow. I’ve purchased a few and color with my daughter, and I experience reverie while focusing on the task of coloring.

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To me, flow is about functioning and managing stress better. To cope with stress, we need to enhance our own quality of life. If we can create flow in our lives, we can better deal with the stresses life has to offer.

What activities relax you?

Have you ever experienced flow? If so, what activity/activities have prompted this phenomenon?

The first draft of my latest art project

The first draft of my latest art project

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Six Mistakes to Avoid as a Patient

Posted on: August 18th, 2016 by
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I’ve been thinking a lot about medical-related mistakes.

Not mistakes that doctors make, but those that we patients sometimes make.

While being diagnosed and treated for a devastating disease, patients can and do make mistakes. After all, a serious disease puts us in a hurly burly of medical decision-making and is tough medicine indeed. Now add to the mix one’s upbringing, world views, psyche, and peer pressure, among others. With so many factors affecting our decision making, it’s no surprise why our actions might lead to mistakes.

I made my share of mistakes as a cancer patient. After meticulously weighing my options — the way one might weigh objects on a scale — I would make my decision. Many of my choices were spot on. But….

Other times, I made mistakes.

Most of these mishaps could have been avoided, and so I’m sharing them with you. Here, then, are my top six mistakes to avoid when being a patient. I should know: I’ve made all of these mistakes, some repeatedly. These are not listed in any order of importance.

Speak up, don’t tough up, to medical professionals. A patient needs to inform doctors and nurses how he or she is really doing, physically and psychologically. Telling doctors you are okay when you are not is, well, not okay.

This was a huge hurdle for me, over which I tripped and left a trail of mistakes. When a doctor asked me how I was doing, I often said “fine” when I was not fine.

I initially lied to my doctors for a variety of reasons. I found myself trying to please the physicians and not wanting to bother them.

And I was prideful; I was always tough and strong and wanted to impress upon myself and my doctors that I had an iron-clad will and resolve. I come from a hardy family that deals with life’s problems through Spartan steely resolve and independence, stubbornness, and stoicism. A family that picked itself up by its own bootstraps when times got rough.

That’s why I decided to stay quiet about the horrific side effects from chemotherapy and radiation simultaneously. But these treatments were tougher than me. The truth is, doctors cannot read minds, and I got to a point where I admitted to my oncologist that I was ill.

Believe it or not, he was the first person who taught me to speak up to doctors. As I state in my book, when I finally told him I was sick, he told me that if I wasn’t feeling well, he needed to know about it. A nurse concurred by saying “If you need medication to alleviate the symptoms [of treatment], then you have to help yourself.”

Once I opened up to doctors how I was feeling physically, then I started telling them how I was feeling emotionally. And it led to a close relationship with my physicians that has lasted to this day. I remember telling my oncologist that I was stupid — when saddled with chemo-induced cognitive dysfunction, also known as chemobrain.

He held my hand and told me I was intelligent. This action meant the world to me and fostered a higher level of patient-doctor trust.

Reach out to others. I was also prideful in this arena. Other than regularly confiding in my brother and aunt, I initially did not reach out for emotional support. With their encouragement, I found myself walking through the doors of Gilda’s Club and calling the American Cancer Society. And these organizations helped me immensely, making me feel less alone.

Don’t rely solely on the Internet. I found that searching on the Internet via Dr. Google was a big mistake and often, after reading about worst-case scenarios, it’s no wonder why I was hysterical as I turned off the computer. I’m not saying patients shouldn’t research and get informed about their condition(s), but the Internet is a double-edged sword — an amalgamation of good information and deceptive information.

Don’t rush to make a treatment decision. While you don’t want to wait a long time to begin an action, you might have more time to think on a treatment plan than you believe. Oncologist Dr. Death tried to rush me into treatment options that, as it turned out, were wrong for me. Rushing into his treatment plan would have been detrimental for me.

Don’t compare your treatment to someone else’s. Truth is, illness is like a fingerprint, and a treatment that is excellent for one person might not be great for another.

Stay away from unsupportive support groups. Many support groups are just fine, but others can be downright harmful. At first, my support group seemed excellent, but as time passed, the individuals in the group did me more harm than good.

When it comes to unsupportive support groups, be willing to pull the plug.

These are just some of the mistakes patients should avoid, if possible to navigate the road ahead. I’ve just tapped the surface of the common mistakes patients make. Now I’d like to hear from you.

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Is there anything that you would add to this list?

What is a mistake or mistakes that you made as a patient?


Self-Love, Self-Care

Posted on: August 11th, 2016 by
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Last week, I participated in a #patientchat Twitter chat centered on what having a “quality of life” means to each of the participants. And that got me thinking about what constitutes a good life.

For me, quality of life is defined by self-love and self-care.

Of course, carving out a quality life is an individual and personal journey. But I thought I’d share what I view as a quality of life for me. These are not discussed in any order of importance. And I would like you, dear readers, to feel free to share in the comments section what having a quality of life means to you.

Through the dusty travails of life, I’ve learned that self-love is intertwined with self-care, and these components translate to a quality life.

Attending to my own needs — as long as they don’t impinge on others’ needs — helps me. I often turn to writing and art, which are so cathartic for me, even during stressful times. Exercise enhances my life tremendously. Although I don’t always want to put on my swimsuit or sneakers, when I go for a swim or a walk, I’m calmed by waves of relaxation. When I walk — whether on a nature trail or in the neighborhood — I am mindful of the beauty that surrounds me. When I sketch and paint, I experience a meditative reverie known as flow. I want to say a lot about flow, but that will have to wait for a future post.

Nature Trail

Regular warm baths relieve me of physical and spiritual aches and pains. I occasionally get massages, also an excellent source of self-love and self-care.

Making PTSD manageable is a day-to-day accomplishment. I have some dark days and dark nights, but overall, most of my time is filled with contentment and positivity. This is due to many factors, namely great psychology professionals, medications, keeping busy doing things I enjoy, and nurturing myself in many, many ways.

Setting boundaries has also proved invaluable. Nowadays, in the world of overscheduling ourselves and our children, I must carefully limit how many play dates we have, how many structured activities my daughter should participate in, and how many social events I get involved with. A quality life includes spending precious one-on-one time with my daughter. Fun, love, and mutual respect are at the heart of our lives, and that translates to a great quality of life.

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In the scheme of life, childhood occurs in a nanosecond. So I “slow down” time by savoring each moment I spend with my daughter. Time still goes by fast, and she’s growing up quickly, but at least I savor each nanosecond as if it were an hour. I treasure each parenting moment and all her accomplishments.

Setting boundaries has also proved invaluable when dealing with toxic people. Our lives have no space for these individuals who are intent on making us as miserable as they are. We have a no-bullying policy when it comes to choosing our friends. Thus, we have effectively weeded out the toxic few who are not true friends.

I could go on and on about all the wonderful ways to create a great quality of life for me, but I’d rather hear from you, readers. Now it’s your turn.

What enhances your quality of life? How do you define a quality life? I would love to know.


‘Everything Happens for a Reason’

Posted on: August 2nd, 2016 by
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I have many pet peeves in Cancerland.

During my diagnosis and treatment, people told me to stay positive. Well, this advice harmed me, as I needed to cry and feel miserable. Those who told me to stay positive negated my fears and denied my feelings.

Other individuals spouted that God couldn’t give me more than I could handle. Wrong on two counts: God did not give me cancer, and yes, cancer was more than I could handle.

Enter the next pet peeve that well-meaning people have told me countless times regarding my bad fortune in having cancer:

“Everything happens for a reason.”

Ugh.

This distorted way of thinking is unacceptable.

The subtext behind “Everything happens for a reason” is that a cancer diagnosis is meant to make us chosen lucky ones better people and that cancer is the catalyst to self-improvement.

This trite saying also implies that there was a some divine power involved to give us cancer as some sort of crucible designed to test our mettle. So because I survived thus far, did I prove brave enough to endure? Did I pass this test?

And do people who die with metastatic disease fail the test?

I think not.

This is what I have to say to those in the “Everything happens for a reason” camp. Think before you offer empty platitudes and invent a mythological narrative for a cancer patient.

Cancer is not designed to make us better people.

Cancer isn’t a divine will thrust upon us.

Cancer happens because…..

Well, it just happens.

My advice to those who don’t have cancer is this: Instead of offering harmful platitudes, offer cancer patients what they need: a listening ear, preparing meals or babysitting patients’ children, and, of course, a hug.

It’s enough.

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What platitude(s) is your pet peeve(s)?

What insensitive comment(s) were/are you told as a cancer patient?


Party’s On!

Posted on: July 23rd, 2016 by
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While my book, Calling the Shots in Your Medical Care, officially launched July 5, I figured, what is a book launch without a party? I will be hosting a book launch party on Saturday, July 23, which will include a reading, discussion, and a book signing. Refreshments will be provided.

If you are in the neighborhood, you are welcome to stop by. The party will take place at Bespeak Studios, located at 737 W. Wrightwood Avenue, Chicago IL 60614, from 3-6 p.m.

I have my special pen ready and willing to sign autographs.

As the book launch party nears, I find myself filled with so many emotions — joy, anxiety, and determination, just to name a few.

I want this to be a great event for my guests.

I want to sell books, of course. What author doesn’t? But, in the end, I know success is not measured by the number of books I sell or the number of books I sign.

Success is measured by how we help our fellow human beings.

And I am hoping that my new book will do just that.

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Even if you are too far from Chicago or are in the Chicago area but unable to attend the party, I still like to think of you, dear readers, as important guests of the party. I will think of all the wonderful people whose paths crossed mine, as I embark on this new endeavor.


15 More Random Facts About Me!

Posted on: July 15th, 2016 by
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Last year, I participated in a 15 Random Facts About Me blogging challenge, where I posted random facts about me. I got the idea from Nancy Stordahl’s 15 Random Facts & A Blogging Challenge Too! So when Nancy posted 15 Random Facts, Round Two, & Another Blogging Challenge! this week, where she shared 15 more pieces of information about herself, I just had to follow suit. And, as Nancy has done, I’m putting a challenge out there for you, dear readers, to blog or share 15 (or less or more) things about you in the comments section or in a blog.

Here are 15 random things to know about me:

1. The most exciting fact right now is that I have launched my book, Calling the Shots in Your Medical Care, which is about how to cope in a medical system fraught with difficult doctors and administrators. However, the book doesn’t bash all medical professionals, just the unprofessional ones.

2. I am a Type A personality, which means I’m a deadline-driven perfectionist. This is a good characteristic in some ways, but it also has its drawbacks. Wanting to do everything perfectly can be and has been crippling. Luckily, I have made a concerted effort to become a little more type B-ish and care less about being perfect because, let’s face it, nobody is.

3. I’m an extroverted introvert, whatever that means. I can be shy, but I also can feel comfortable around many people I don’t know.

4. Until recently, we had a HUGE goldfish. At four years old, Goldilox had outgrown her 40-gallon tank. If you don’t believe me, just look at the picture below. Luckily, this fish has a happy outcome. Our pet sitter has a pond, and she agreed to take the fish.

5. I have a passion for grammar and have been known by my students as the “grammar Nazi.” I take that as a compliment.

6. I still have two baby teeth, my central bottom incisors. Thank goodness nobody can see them when I smile.

7. I enjoy going to charitable events for good causes.

8. I happen to live not far from a mosquito sanctuary. That’s right! There is at least one sanctuary for mosquitos that I know of. Are they endangered? WTF?

9. From ages 5 to 12, I took tap dancing lessons and loved every minute of it.

10. When I was in junior high school, I attempted to play the flute in the orchestra. I blew out more air than I took in, which led me to faint — repeatedly.

11. I switched from the flute to art class. Better fit.

12. Throughout high school and college I played guitar and loved it. I’m not naturally musical (see flute incident above), but I love music. Also, breathing technique is not an issue with the guitar, so no passing-out incidents.

13. I love sunsets.

14. I love books. Unfortunately, I have more to-read books on my book list than I actually can read.

15. Writing is so therapeutic for me. I’ve wanted to be a writer from the age of 5, maybe even earlier. I want to write another book or two or three or more. I am thinking of a memoir or even a novel or series of short stories. I’m not sure which direction I’ll go.

There you have it: 15 more random things about me. I hope you enjoyed reading this!

Goldilox in her tank.

Goldilox in her tank.

Goldilox in the pond (she's the large one)

Goldilox in the pond (she’s the large one)

What are some random facts about yourself?

I would love to hear about you.


Calling the Shots, the Book, is Here!

Posted on: July 5th, 2016 by
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I’m excited to announce that my book, Calling the Shots in Your Medical Care, is now available!

Calling the Shots was intentionally released around the US’s July 4th holiday because the book is all about declaring one’s independence:

* From doctors who do not have a patient’s best interest at heart,
* From unsavory medical personnel, and
* From abusive records departments who do not have a stake in the patient’s health.

The book is deliberately short and easy to read because, let’s face it, when a medical crisis occurs, few people want to read through large tomes that can cause information overload. Patients going through a crisis deserve more.

Calling the Shots is a call to action.

The book encourages patients to speak up, rather than give up.

The book helps patients distinguish between good and poor physicians.

The book encourages patients to stand up for themselves.

After all, if patients don’t advocate for themselves, who will?

For more details on the book, see the “Calling the Shots,” The Book tab and/or read health advocate Martine Ehrenclou’s review here.

To purchase Calling the Shots in Your Medical Care, click here. A Kindle version will be available soon.