The #3 ingredient to Survivorship

Well, I'm back again. Had a little set-back with my total knee replacement (an infection) and spent the first 3 days of this week in the hospital. I was SO close to a full recovery and then I had to ask "Why?" Why so close and now I'm back in pain (again) and another 3 weeks of recovery. At this time, I'm really starting to wonder if I'm ever going to be pain free and healthy ever again. Which brings me to the 3rd ingredient I believe is important to Survivorship....FAITH.

I was raised Catholic and regular Sunday mass was a given in my household growing up. Throughout college, I was still faithful, but did not attend mass unless I was at home. My husband and I were married in a Catholic church, raised our children Catholic, and always believed there was eternal life at the end of my life here on earth. So faith, was nothing new to me. As I grew older, my faith depended with experiences I had lived through. 

When I was diagnosed with AML Leukemia in September 2008, it never occurred to me to ask "Why me, God?" as I was always taught that He had a higher plan for our lives and that we may not understand it right away, but in time, we might. My husband and I were also taught that everything happens for a reason. So be it....I had cancer. 

Now others I know who are not as faithful or religious, DO ask "Why me?", immediately start making "deals" with God if he'll just get rid of the cancer or whatever disease or hardship they may be going through, or become so angry that such a devestating diagnosis be handed to them without any reason whatsoever. As my Dad always used to say, "sometimes it takes a 2 x 4 whacked upside your head" to see the light.

From the beginning of my recovery process, many friends and family would send inspirational books, messages, cards and letters to cheer me on...and began to believe I would survive this. They encouraged me with "Life is Good" products...because really, life WAS good....there are many people in this world who are so much worse off then I was. Think of amputees, people starving in third world countries, and homeless folks sleeping in cardboard boxes in our very own country. I knew...with a strong faith, and God on my side, that he would pull me through this. Or "carry me" as the well-known "Footprints" poem points out. 

I prayed every morning and thanked the Lord for getting me through the night. I prayed every night and thanked him for the great support team and medical team that I had, and for getting me through the pain of the day. The phrase "If God brings you to it, He will get you through it" became a favorite saying of mine. I also became close friends with the hospital Chaplain...who visited me regularly for sometimes an hour at a time...and never excused herself because she had other patients to attend to. I read Psalms of Healing, and daily devotions that helped me understand that it is God's WILL to heal us. I prayed for strength. I even prayed for my past loved ones to come to me in my dreams and give me hope (many of them had passed from cancer). And one night they did! I had a vision of a cloud, all puffy and white amidst a beautiful blue sky. As my dream progressed, one by one, my Grandmother, Grandfather, Aunts, Uncles and friends who had passed before me showed up on this gorgeous cloud. Even my long-lost pets were there...each guiding me and speaking words of healing, support, love, and telling me everything would be ok. This may sound silly to those of you who have never believed in such messages, or even in Heaven. But it made an incredible impression on me that night...and I knew that with my faith, belief, and devotion to my God, I would beat cancer and SURVIVE. I truly believed it was not my time to go...that God had more plans for my life, work to be done, and a difference to make. And so it has come true....with the creation of www.cancerkaleidoscope.com and my passion to Relay for Life.

So, whether you have always had faith in a higher power, or have just begun your journey to know your God through an unfortunate diagnosis handed to you, I don't believe either one is stronger than another. The point is this, without faith...what CAN you believe in? What can you HOPE for? Without faith...you have nothing.

Just because you can't see it doesn't mean
it isn't there. You can't see the future,
yet you know it will come; you can't see the air,
yet you continue to breathe. ~ - Claire London

Best Laid Plans.....

Well...my goal each week - 10 days is to post on this blog. However, sometimes the best laid plans fall to the wayside due to unexpected circumstances. 

On February 14, 2013 (yes, Valentine's Day), I was in surgery at the University of Nebraska Medical Center undergoing a total knee replacement. I was very anxious and nervous. It was actually my first time ever in surgery....no, I still have my tonsils, appendix, adnoids, and have never had a C-section with any of my 3 children. So, although I was dealing with severe knee pain and my orthopedic doctor had recommended this procedure, ultimately, it was "optional" in my mind.

It was also very different from my experience with cancer (AML Leukemia) even. That was a life-threating situation...I had no choice at the time to follow my doctors "orders" and undergo chemotherapy, a bone marrow transplant, and all the meds that go with it in order to survive. And yes....I was determined that it was NOT my time to go either.

So, back to the point. Best laid plans.....my orthopedic surgeon had told me that there was an approximate 6 week recovery period. No driving or swimming (I terribly miss my water aerobics classes) for 6 weeks. In-home physical therapy 3 times a week for 2-3 weeks and I opted for 4 weeks. Why? the pounding on my knee to assure the new prosthetic knee was properly and securely in place resulted in a severe case of sciatica. OMG....during week 3 I could barely stand straight up! I was hunched over in pain. I sought additional PT to get me through that misalignment and also a chiropractor who swore he wouldn't touch my new knee (and he didn't) to relieve what was excrutiating pain. I am now in week 5 of recovery and thankfully feeling much better. I am even walking around the house without a cane. Yeah!

So needless to say, the recovery period on top of the sciatica had me virtually laid out flat for a few weeks to say the least. My daughter's request for help with her fashion show (to construct shoes for her models) went undone. Facebook posts went out the window. Nevermind, tending weekly to my website (wwww.cancerkaleidoscope.com).And oh...you should have seen how many hundreds of emails I had when I finally got around to checking my inbox!  Unfortunately, I even missed an order for a suncatcher that was put through my website. 

The bright side: I had incredible caregivers! My husband and aunt where there to help me with chores, give me rides, make choices for me that I simply was afraid to do, and at the 4 week mark, even took me to the movies to see a flick I had been waiting for since it's announcement many months ago. My youngest son did much of the cooking. My middle son, did most of the transporting his younger brother to and from friends houses, taekwondo classes and confirmation class. My oldest daughter (the fashion designer) called and texted constantly to see how I was doing. Calls, texts, and cards came in from friends and family...and even a care package from my sister with a lovely, handmade get well card from my 10 year old neice. I was in such pain...but prayed for strength each day and thanked our Lord every day for being alive and blessed with a wonderful support system. 

So, my apologies to my followers for neglecting to blog. You see...I am a total gal with a glass half full. I imagined being back to my simple little desk job in 3 weeks. That I would at least be able to sit at my computer a little each day. But sometimes even a strong sense of positivity and the best laid plans fall by the wayside. Lesson learned: listen to your body, rest, be patient, and take the time you need to heal. Soon enough you'll be back on your feet and raring to go once again. 

So....I'm back...and next time I blog, it will be the #3 ingredient in my recipe for Survivorship! Stay tuned....

Blessings,
Lisa

If you or someone you know is needing care, check out this website:
https://mycancercircle.lotsahelpinghands.com/caregiving/home/

It allows for coordination of schedules, meals, rides, etc. so that there is no stone unturned and the patient gets the help he/she needs. 

I wish I had known about this during my cancer recovery, when virtually EVERY neighbor brought lasagna to us for dinner!

Survivorship Indgredient #2

So sorry to take so long with the post you've been waiting for. My journey with cancer is not over yet...as I continue to struggle with illnesses that last 6 weeks or longer and upcoming knee replacement surgery.  The bones in my knee have "died" due to lack of circulation to the joint as a result of the medications I have been on through chemo, bone marrow transplant and beyond. Without further ado...

Ingredient #2 of Survivorship = Great support system

My daughter, Cassie, my Sister & Donor, Amy, and myself after the transplant

What is a support system? I believe it is made up of friends and family who stand by you during your journey, whatever that journey may be. Let's start with family....

Family stands by you through thick and thin. When I was going through treatments for Leukemia, my husband was there in my hospital room, 95% of the time. There were times when I was sleepy and said "just go home, no need to be here when I'm not awake." But he stayed anyway. He had the extremely difficult job of telling our three children that Mom had Leukemia....yes, cancer.  I really don't know what transpired during that conversation....all I know is that they didn't talk to me about it very much. Out of fear maybe? They had never seen me in the hospital before let alone with a bunch of wires in my arm, attached to a chemo pole. Only one of my children was old enough to drive at the time, and she visited me on her own when she could. Otherwise, Dad would bring them to see me all together. They'd visit for a short while and then run off to the cafeteria, tour the hospital taking pictures, etc. We'd chat on the phone every few days and text, too. As kids do (between the ages 10-17) they world revolves around them, and I was good with those distractions. They visited because I NEEDED to see them and be with them. Even if they were quietly watching  TV in the room, or texting their friends on their cell phones.

My father came to visit with my step-mother for the FIRST time ever since we became a military family. Years of emotional separation were healed on that visit. My brother and sister came, too, and my Aunt took over as caregiver for 10 days while my husband went home to round up our kids from friends of the family. My best friend was there for me via phone. My Mom even traveled 1,500 miles to "help" me when she was going through treatment herself. She literally was vomiting outside JCPenney's while we were out shopping for curtains for my new house. She didn't care....it was all about me and taking care of her daughter, like Mom's never fail to do...even when their children are 40+ years old.

Being a career Air Force family, we lived many miles from family. That is where my friends stepped in right at the day of diagnosis. My children's best friends parents graciously offered to take in the kids while I was sent two states away for treatment. For how long? no one really knew. They did it anyway. And they also arranged for the kids to get together to see each other as they all went to different schools. Of course, there are no words to describe the gratitude I feel toward these friends even to this day. They held our family together when we as parents needed it most.

Me in my 7th floor room at the University of Nebraska Medical Center, Omaha, NE

I used to teach Art in a variety of settings before my diagnosis. I was also Cubmaster for our Cub Scout Troop. The nurses claimed that I had the "best decorated room" on the 7th floor of the University of Nebraska Medical Center. It was true....the teachers and parents that  I had worked with all sent tons of get well wishes, paintings, drawings, photographs, etc. and I adorned my room with them all. Those drawings made me smile each and every day for the 100 days I was in the OSHU. My daughter's boss at a local coffee shop initiated a fundraiser as well as my youngest child's school, to help offset costs. Cards and letters from supporters and well-wishers were always posted on the walls to keep me smiling.

In addition, I signed up for www.caringbridge.org, to keep everyone in touch. Friends of friends I have never met sent me messages and prayers. My family's friends put me on their prayer chains and still ask how I'm doing even to this day.

So, to recap the first two ingredients of Survivorship:

#1 - a great medical team and 

#2 - a great support system.

Stay tuned for the #3 ingredient....

Blessings to you all,

Lisa Lathrop

Owner/Artist

www.cancerkaleidoscope.com

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My New Normal - guest blog

Don't Be Afraid of Your "New Normal"

Wednesday, Jan 30, 2013 

by GregP_WN

Categories Cancer Stories, Complementary Therapies, Side Effects, Cancer Support

Life's journey brings all of us many changes. And with each one comes a "new normal." Think about it...after you graduate high school or college, get married, have your first baby...life is never again what it used to be. You may have heard from your oncologists, nurses, and PAs about a "new normal" after cancer. What exactly does that mean?

Lisa Lathrop Survivor, Relayer

Does it mean that you'll be able to go back to your old job but maybe not be able to work as many hours as you once did, that you'll eat different foods because of that metastic taste in your mouth, or maybe your daily routine will change? To be honest, I didn't really know what to expect either...except that life after cancer would be "different."

Now, 4 years into remission, I am happy to find that my "new normal" is WAY better than my old. I've always been a "glass half full" kind of gal and it was no different when I had cancer. In fact, the first thing visitors saw when they came to my hospital room was a "Life is Good" magnet on the door. That phrase taught me that even though I was battling cancer, there were so many people in the world that were in much worse health than I.

Once I got home from the hospital, life didn't feel that great though. Where I was once surrounded by people, now I was left alone: my kids went off to school and my husband went off to work each day. We had moved to a new state for my treatment, and I knew virtually no neighbors, had no friends in the area, and my relatives had their own family obligations so any visits were far off in the future. Lethargy and depression set in.

Then I found out about a program at the YMCA...the Livestrong Program. It is designed to assist cancer patients (at any stage in recovery) in the transition to their "new normal". After about two years of day-to-day sitting in my recliner and falling asleep most of the time, my muscles had atrophied terribly. The Livestrong program helped me get my muscles back in shape, meet new people, lifted my mood, gave me a place to go, and provided emotional support as well. With some of my new friends, we even created a Relay for Life team to help find a cure for this disease which takes the lives of so many.

Our Relay team, sparked my inspiration to give back. I created CancerKaleidoscope.com - to help other cancer patients and loved ones through links of support, health and wellness, motivational materials, and the arts. You see, I was an Art Teacher prior to being diagnosed with Leukemia...and due my substantially lowered immune system, I couldn't go back to work in my chosen field. I had to reinvent myself. That forced me to start creating my own artwork again. And, you know, the arts are a great way to heal!

To sum it all up...my "new normal" rocks! I still get colds more frequently than most other people, but I beat cancer! I count my blessings every day because there are so many others less fortunate than I. I do my best to give back in every way that I can. That may mean, to the food pantry or a single-mom who needs a break. I am back to teaching now...but on my schedule and not one dictated by a school. I will Relay for Life until I can walk no more...and even then, I'll probably participate in a wheelchair.

So don't be afraid of your "new normal." With a little effort, you're "new normal" can be great, too!

Lisa Lathrop is an active WhatNexter, drop by her page at Lisa Lathrop and say hi!

Related links:

http://www.livestrong.org/What-We-Do/Our-Actions/Programs-Partnerships/LIVESTRONG-at-the-YMCA

www.cancerkaleidoscope.com

Original blog:

https://www.whatnext.com/blog/posts/don-t-be-afraid-of-your-new-normal

5 Ingredients to being a Cancer Survivor

When I was diagnosed with AML Leukemia on September 3, 2008 you could say my life took a dramatic turn. Immediately you might think "oh yea...a turn for the worse!" Well, you would be right...at least at that specific moment in time. Cancer runs rampant in my family. My Grandmother and her three siblings all died from different kinds of cancer and if that wasn't enough, my Mom had recently been diagnosed with lung cancer. Yep, a life-long smoker...and she was still smoking throughout treatments...but that's another story. 

That fateful Day got me thinking "How am I going to survive this??" Well, over the course of about a year, I came up with a recipe of sorts on how to create a Cancer Survivor. Just as if you were baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies, if you leave just ONE ingredient out...your once desirable end product is kaput. That's how I believe it is with cancer survivorship. Just leave one ingredient out...and well, you just not might make it to your 85th birthday. So, over the course of the next few weeks I'll let you in on my "recipe."

Today, let's talk about...

Ingredient #1: A Great Medical TEAM

Way back upon my initial diagnosis, I was in tears about just hearing the news. My Mom had called on my cell phone to ask how my appointment went. Thank goodness for caller ID, right? I forced the cell into my husbands' hands..."I just can't talk to her right now," I said. When he hung up the nurse had already made arrangements for me to head out immediately to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN. Ok...well, I had to immediately head to my local hospital in North Dakota to be stabilized first...then off to Mayo. We were thrilled! Aren't they the best in the nation? Yea...right!

Fast forward to September 5th (coincidentally our son Colt's 14th birthday). As I was getting a blood transfusion, yet again...the nurse came in and said we would be leaving for Omaha, NE sometime within a few hours. WHAT? I thought I was going to Mayo Clinic!! Well, turns out that Mayo was not on our insurance company's list of providers...so University of Nebraska Medical Center it would be. Initially we were disappointed, but we had lived in Omaha before - actually it was my husband's first duty station upon his Air Force enlistment. So OK we thought...at least we'll have a few people in town that we'd know.

From the moment we arrived at UNMC, our hopes lifted! 7th floor OSHU was staffed with especially caring nurses, welcoming PAs, and a team of Oncologists that could not be beat. No where, no time, no place. The first doctor we met was my Oncologist, Dr. Maness, and she explained some basic things for us. How treatments would work, the possibility of a bone marrow donor, etc. The next day on rounds though....no Dr. Maness. The next day...nope, we didn't see her again that day either. "What gives?" we thought. Well, turns out their practice is a Team effort. Several oncologists all meet together to discuss each patient on an individual basis. They come up with a plan tailored especially to each individual patient based patient history, results of DNA and other tests, aggressiveness of the disease...and the list goes on. All in all, we didn't see Dr. Maness very much on rounds. But...each and every oncologist on the team was absolutely amazing, caring, informative, and willing to spend as much time as needed with us answering questions (some in duplicate) to help us understand each and every step along the way. By far the best "on the scene" staff members were the nurses and PAs...again, always taking time to listen, let me cry on their shoulder, exchange stories of our kids and lives, and so very much more. Some even follow me to this day on my www.CaringBridge.org page. They truly became part of our family. So much so that I did go through a period of "separation" from them when my inpatient days were over....but that is for another time.

OK - so I've rambled on a bit. But here's the jist of it all...find yourself a great medical TEAM. Not just a great oncologist...but a full team of specialists who individualize your treatment. Visit different hospitals and see how their system works. If you're not comfortable with your initial oncology referral, listen to your heart and go somewhere else. After all, you are your own best doctor...Ask questions, do research, get 2nd opinions, but above all...be comfortable with who is on your team. 

One thing I will always remember from treatments and my favorite PA, Paula...is what she said to me one day "We're in it for the cure."

That's what your team should be saying about you!

Next time, I'll talk about Ingredient #2....nope, sorry...not giving it way that easily! 

Links to check out from this post:

http://www.caringbridge.org/

http://www.nebraskamed.com/

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Happy 2013!

Well, here's to another year down...and many troubles behind us. I'm looking forward to good things health-wise in 2013...how about you? 

For example, due to my AML Leukemia, I have been dealing with pain in my knee for about 1 1/2 years. After being told by many doctors "You'll have to wait until you're 50 before we do anything surgically," I finally found an Orthopedic surgeon who is willing to replace my knee. Why did this happen? Because Leukemia is a blood cancer, there was little blood supply to my knee...and now, no blood supply to the inner part of my humorous (thigh bone). Hence, the bone is now dead....cartilage is fading fast...and to top it all off, there is a fracture at the join and top of my tibia. SWELL! Every step I take is will severe pain. So here comes me, limping along with my cane...to the "oh my! what happened?" questions and the "Oh my...not a knee replacement!" in response. People are somewhat confused when I say "Oh YES! It's about time." I'm ready....beyond ready in fact. 

So I've set some goals for myself this year. In 90 day increments. On January 2, 2013 I forced myself out to my local YMCA to set a course for strengthening my leg muscles for surgery. The YMCA is the place that got me back on my feet after being severely lethargic a year ago due to cancer. The Livestrong program literally brought me back to life! I lost 30 pounds last year, in an effort to get back into some sort of attractiveness and also to alleviate some of the weight off my bad knee. Visalus to the rescue there! Their protein shakes (otherwise known as Body by Vi) added to my energy level, decreased my "chemo brain" significantly and kick-started my weightloss and wellness program. 

A great tool came across my email the other day. It's ETR Transformation Contest...and it's not about the money. This is where I began my 90-Day journey...also coincides with the new ViSalus 90-Day Challenge. Check it out: http://transformationcontest.com/Profile.aspx. This site allows you to set some transformations for yourself in the areas of Health, Wealth & Wise. Set up your challenges, and then track your progress each day. Expert advice and feedback from others is inspirational and will help you stay on track and reach that transformation you desire for yourself. 

I've also order a few books for myself (from Amazon.com of course). The first is "Q & A" - a 5 year journal type book that asks you short questions each day such as "What is your mission?" or "What are you reading right now?" Answer the question every day for a year...then start all over again next year. Great tool to help you see where you have been and in what direction you want to go. 

I also ordered "It's Not How Good You Are, It's How Good You Want to Be" - it is a handbook of how to succeed in the world - a pocket 'bible' for the talented and timid to make the unthinkable thinkable and the impossible possible. It is a quirky compilation of quotes, facts, pictures, wit and wisdom, packed into easy-to-digest, bite-sized spreads. Quick readying...even if you just have 10-15 minutes a day. This would be part of the "Wise" part of the Transformation (Q & A, too).

So before we get too far into 2013, I encourage you to set some goals/transforations/resolutions for yourself. Then break them down into smaller, more maneagable chunks. Get out a good, inspirational, motivational book and read a page or two a day. Keep that positive mental attitude and plunge forward day by day into a year of healing...mentally and physically...financially, too....Might as well.

As they say, "There's no day like the present" so....get started!

BTW...for more information on the Livestrong program and ViSalus at www.cancerkaleidoscope.com.

Thanksgiving....a time to be thankful for LIFE!

As Thanksgiving approaches, we all have much to be thankful for. Even as I went through treatment for Leukemia, and a bone marrow transplant, I was always thankful for LIFE! After all, there were many patients at the University of Nebraska Medical Center that were a lot worse off than I was. And not only at the hospital, but all over the world. Unfortunately, sometimes it takes a real trial in our lives to put things into perspective for us. After all, God has given me a roof over my head and food on my table every day. At that's just the start. He's blessed me with a man who loves me unconditionally...even through the ups and downs of cancer treatment. I'm not saying that was easy for him, but he did stick around...unlike some spouses who just up and left their husbands or wives in the middle of treatment to go the road alone. My husband and I are blessed with three healthy, happy children...who are all very talented...not to mention beautiful inside and out. They were never into drugs, rebellious, smoked, or drank alcohol while underage. Ooohh...better bite my tongue as our youngest is still only 14 years old! xxxx

Although I live far from my family, we remain close through regular phone calls and annual visits. Although my Mom passed too early from Lung cancer, I am thankful for all the memories we built together...and the way my parents brought us up...things we now pass down to our own children. I am thankful, too, for my father...who after many years came and stood by my side during my cancer journey. Today I am blessed with a great relationship with him...all because of cancer.

I am thankful for my great support team (friends and family throughout the country) and awesome medical team at UNMC for their knowledge and for "being in it for the cure." And especially for my sister, Amy, who proved to be a perfect 10/10 donor match for me...and the ultimate tool that put me in remission.

In closing, I would like to share some snapshots of the past few years of my life. I hope they will jog your memory as well...and put your life into perspective, too. Remember, Life is Good! and I wish you and your families all a very blessed Thanksgiving.