Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Monoclonal Antibody Haiku
so that I might live ~
many lives of many mice
sacrificed. Thank you.
[A monument honoring mice used for DNA research; Novosibirsk, Russia ]
Monday, August 11, 2014
Awe
Have you had a moment of awe lately? Take a look from a higher perspective; it will shake the priorities straight. Enjoy ~ [view full screen]
http://twistedsifter.com/videos/iss-earth-timelapse/
Friday, August 8, 2014
Friday, August 1, 2014
Always Trust Your Cape
Eight years old with a flour sack cape
Tied all around his neck
He climbed up on the garage
He's figurin’ what the heck
He screwed his courage up so tight
The whole thing come unwound
He got a runnin’ start and bless his heart
He headed for the ground
Well he’s one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold you breath
And always trust your cape
Now he's all grown up with a flour sack cape
Tied all around his dream
He’s full of piss and vinegar
He’s bustin’ at the seams
He licked his finger and checked the wind
It’s gonna be do or die
He wasn’t scared of nothin’,
Tied all around his neck
He climbed up on the garage
He's figurin’ what the heck
He screwed his courage up so tight
The whole thing come unwound
He got a runnin’ start and bless his heart
He headed for the ground
Well he’s one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold you breath
And always trust your cape
Now he's all grown up with a flour sack cape
Tied all around his dream
He’s full of piss and vinegar
He’s bustin’ at the seams
He licked his finger and checked the wind
It’s gonna be do or die
He wasn’t scared of nothin’,
He was pretty sure he could fly
He’s one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold you breath
And always trust your cape
Now he's old and grey with a flour sack cape
Tied all around his head
He’s still jumpin’ off the garage
And will be till he’s dead
All these years the people said
He’s actin’ like a kid
He did not know he could not fly
So he did
He’s one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold you breath
And always trust your cape
Now he's old and grey with a flour sack cape
Tied all around his head
He’s still jumpin’ off the garage
And will be till he’s dead
All these years the people said
He’s actin’ like a kid
He did not know he could not fly
So he did
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
The Next Chapter
In a timely coincidence, I received this link yesterday on Joseph Campbell called Finding Joe - an introduction to not only the man behind the Power of Myth series, but also to what he calls the Hero's Journey. It's a powerful primer about this journey of ours discovering ourselves and what we're capable of through the meeting of adversity and challenges head on, face to face. Watching it last night reminded me of the distance I've traveled in the past almost 9 years of challenges to my health, its accompanying losses and also the gains. Little did I know I was also brushing up on my skills of survival that would be needed again soon -- kind of a review of what I've learned confronting my own personal dragons and finding my way through the dark jungle.
I had a cat scan last Thursday - a check-in with my annoying roommate, lymphoma, to make sure he's respecting the boundaries of the body we share. It was stressful for a number of reasons beyond my control, but I rolled with it pretty well. I had just read an article a couple days before about how being the angry patient and expressing that to the staff usually ends up hurting the patient. I kept my cool, did lots of meditating, counting breaths, listening to music on my iPod -- and waiting while they worked out some snafus. Hours later, two bottles of mocha-flavored contrast downed, one IV with more contrast and a run through the scanning tube and I was good to go.
Today I saw my oncologist for the results. He said the cancer came back in the kidney again - this time in both.
My doc is incredibly good at what he does; he brings the art back into medicine. I look into his kind and gentle eyes and give him my wholehearted trust in his care and skills. So yeah, if one is going to receive crappy news, receiving it from someone I trust in a smooth and non-threatening way leaves me feeling safe surrendering into his very knowledgeable hands. The delivery of the news was cushioned by kindness and didn't even entirely register. In the moment I had heard all of the information, but it took me until I reached the parking lot later to realize I'd lost my remission, saying to myself, "I guess it's a relapse," as I tried to digest the facts.
Am I good at dissociating or what?!
The cat scan showed that lymphoma has returned to my kidneys again so we're going to have to deal with that. We're starting with the lightest and easiest of treatments - a single agent medicine that I've had before with other combo treatments. He wants to experiment and see if the single med might knock it out. I go for infusion 4 Mondays in a row starting next week, then we'll check and take it from there. If it clears then he might want to put me on a maintenance regime of once every 3 months. If it doesn't respond then we move onto trying other things. He wants to protect my kidneys and get this out out before it grows any more.
I'm not entirely surprised. The extreme tiredness I've had the past few months has been reminding me of the time before the first boxing match with lymphoma. I'm not surprised, but there's still some shock -- not exactly what I was planning on for my summer. Oh well. Spend a day in the cancer center and you start to feel damn lucky! -- especially when you see the young people who are dealing with cancer!
So that's my news. I'm about to go do some planting and digging in the dirt now. I call it therapy - and grounding -- and also a reminder about maintaining my mental garden and the beauty before me, the beauty behind me, the beauty above me, below me and all around me as I walk forward on the Beautiful Trail - even with its speed bumps that slow me down.
Tiahui - Forward in Courage.
I had a cat scan last Thursday - a check-in with my annoying roommate, lymphoma, to make sure he's respecting the boundaries of the body we share. It was stressful for a number of reasons beyond my control, but I rolled with it pretty well. I had just read an article a couple days before about how being the angry patient and expressing that to the staff usually ends up hurting the patient. I kept my cool, did lots of meditating, counting breaths, listening to music on my iPod -- and waiting while they worked out some snafus. Hours later, two bottles of mocha-flavored contrast downed, one IV with more contrast and a run through the scanning tube and I was good to go.
Today I saw my oncologist for the results. He said the cancer came back in the kidney again - this time in both.
My doc is incredibly good at what he does; he brings the art back into medicine. I look into his kind and gentle eyes and give him my wholehearted trust in his care and skills. So yeah, if one is going to receive crappy news, receiving it from someone I trust in a smooth and non-threatening way leaves me feeling safe surrendering into his very knowledgeable hands. The delivery of the news was cushioned by kindness and didn't even entirely register. In the moment I had heard all of the information, but it took me until I reached the parking lot later to realize I'd lost my remission, saying to myself, "I guess it's a relapse," as I tried to digest the facts.
Am I good at dissociating or what?!
The cat scan showed that lymphoma has returned to my kidneys again so we're going to have to deal with that. We're starting with the lightest and easiest of treatments - a single agent medicine that I've had before with other combo treatments. He wants to experiment and see if the single med might knock it out. I go for infusion 4 Mondays in a row starting next week, then we'll check and take it from there. If it clears then he might want to put me on a maintenance regime of once every 3 months. If it doesn't respond then we move onto trying other things. He wants to protect my kidneys and get this out out before it grows any more.
I'm not entirely surprised. The extreme tiredness I've had the past few months has been reminding me of the time before the first boxing match with lymphoma. I'm not surprised, but there's still some shock -- not exactly what I was planning on for my summer. Oh well. Spend a day in the cancer center and you start to feel damn lucky! -- especially when you see the young people who are dealing with cancer!
So that's my news. I'm about to go do some planting and digging in the dirt now. I call it therapy - and grounding -- and also a reminder about maintaining my mental garden and the beauty before me, the beauty behind me, the beauty above me, below me and all around me as I walk forward on the Beautiful Trail - even with its speed bumps that slow me down.
Tiahui - Forward in Courage.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Let It Go
Let go of the way you thought life would unfold;
the holding of plans or dreams or expectations - - Let it all go.
Save your strength to swim with the tide.
The choice to fight what is here before you now
will only result in struggle, fear and desperate attempts to flee
from the very energy you long for. Let it go.
Let it all go and flow with the grace
that washes through your days
whether you receive it gently
or with all your quills raised to defend against invaders.
Take this on faith: The mind may never find
the explanations that it seeks,
but you will move forward nonetheless.
Let go, and the wave's crest
will carry you to unknown shores,
beyond your wildest dreams or destinations.
Let it all go and find the place of rest
and peace, and certain
transformation.
- Diana Faulds
Monday, June 9, 2014
June Nightwalk Haiku (first fireflies)
in the harsh winter
it’s too easy to forget
how fireflies shimmer
it’s too easy to forget
how fireflies shimmer
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Monday, April 21, 2014
100 Years Ago - The Ludlow Massacre
One hundred years ago, on April 20, 1914, the
National Guard opened fire with machine guns on an encampment of
striking miners and their families. Two dozen, mostly women and
children, were murdered in southern Colorado by an alliance of business
and government attempting to union bust. This came to be known as the
Ludlow Massacre - a piece of history of union organizing. My grandfather
was there with his family, including my 3 year old dad. They all
survived. He quit mining, the only work he'd known since the age of 6 -
and became the cemetery gravedigger - still digging in the earth, but
for a much more hospitable employer: the deceased.
Thankfully, this is some of the survivor stock I come from. Big gratitude for those tough survivor genes - and gratitude for all those who have sacrificed for all of our basic human rights in the workplace.
http://zinnedproject.org/materials/ludlow-massacre/
Thankfully, this is some of the survivor stock I come from. Big gratitude for those tough survivor genes - and gratitude for all those who have sacrificed for all of our basic human rights in the workplace.
http://zinnedproject.org/materials/ludlow-massacre/
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Friday, January 31, 2014
Fill In the Blank....
In her New Orleans neighborhood, artist and TED Fellow Candy Chang
turned an abandoned house into a giant chalkboard asking a
fill-in-the-blank question: “Before I die I want to ___.” Her neighbors'
answers -- surprising, poignant, funny -- became an unexpected mirror
for the community. (What's your answer?)
I had the pleasure of hearing her speak yesterday about her art and her life, which are one in the same. Check her out -- and fill in your own ending to that sentence.
"Before I die I want to...... "
http://www.ted.com/talks/candy_chang_before_i_die_i_want_to.html
I had the pleasure of hearing her speak yesterday about her art and her life, which are one in the same. Check her out -- and fill in your own ending to that sentence.
"Before I die I want to...... "
http://www.ted.com/talks/candy_chang_before_i_die_i_want_to.html
Monday, January 20, 2014
Near Death Experience Experience - Andrew Bird
And we'll dance like cancer survivors -
like we're grateful simply to be alive.
like we're grateful simply to be alive.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
From Across the Border. The Other One. Canada.. Alejandra Ribera - "I Want"
From Montreal, Quebec, Alejandra Ribera singing I Want.
Friday, October 25, 2013
Precious Moment
"Like it or not, for the moment, the earth is where we make our stand."
- Carl Sagan
- Carl Sagan
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
A Mind Controlling Fungus?!
Amazing, horrific, awesome, severe balancing of nature - which this shows is not in the least bit warm and fuzzy, but more brutal.
The music accompanying this footage adds even more contrast - emphasizing how reality is far stranger than fiction and making me question how different is having too many people from having too many ants - and how will we be brought into balance?
Nature is mighty bizarre sometimes. This would be one of those times.
"But these attacks do have a positive effect on the jungle's diversity, since parasites like these stop any one group of animal getting the upper hand. The more numerous a species becomes the more likely it will be attacked by its nemesis - a cordyceps fungus."
The music accompanying this footage adds even more contrast - emphasizing how reality is far stranger than fiction and making me question how different is having too many people from having too many ants - and how will we be brought into balance?
Nature is mighty bizarre sometimes. This would be one of those times.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Still Sweepin'
How much courage
how much presence
does it take to sweep
the road after the tanks
have rolled through?
sweep, sweep, sweep...
one sweep at a time
reclaiming the road
reclaiming the mind
reclaiming peace
one square foot at a time
sweep
sweep
sweep
how much presence
does it take to sweep
the road after the tanks
have rolled through?
sweep, sweep, sweep...
one sweep at a time
reclaiming the road
reclaiming the mind
reclaiming peace
one square foot at a time
sweep
sweep
sweep
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