Look at that statement for a moment. What does it mean to you? I used to think of it as a flighty, hippy mentality that couldn’t handle real life. Turns out, it’s the only way to handle real life. I could go into the science behind stress, but I’ll sum it up in a few sentences. Chronic stress can be found at the root of nearly all diseases. Stress shuts down the creative problem solving part of your brain, rendering you lost when you need to make smart decisions. A bit of stress can help and push us to the next level, but when we let the “worry” part come into play, we’re floating down the creek (you know what creek) without a paddle. To be happy when life is gay and grand is no difficult task. When we’re in the depths of despair, happiness seems to be a distant memory. So, this statement is actually quite a challenge.
This last year has been a battle of wits. As I creep up on the year anniversary of being diagnosed, I have found my mind shuffling through past memories of deep sorrow, untethered joy and moments of terror and then moments of brave empowerment. I kept edging toward writing a blog about each and every moment, but there’s been a hesitation. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to share this journey with you. I started to feel a heaviness in relaying every sorrow. And I felt a shame in only relaying the joys. So, unfortunately, I succumbed to the sad, gray, boring, middle of the fence and just stopped blogging. But one of the things that has kept me going is following others blogs! Isn’t that scandalous?!? Taking what I need and not opening up to give back. Well, let’s hope this realization gave me a swift enough kick to the head and it sticks
I imagine that I will be jumping back and forth a bit as I continue blogging and eventually, it will all piece back together! Tonight, however, I will be taking this quiet moment to share my current heart space.
I have had on my heart to give back lately. My hair is only about 2 inches long, so there’s not much donation room for that yet. Our largest money fund is our loose change jar, and I’m thinking that the $20 in nickels and dimes might not be considered “helping” to the person that has to count and roll it all. Then, universe takes the reigns and brings my opportunity to me.
My gratitude has so many friends, I hardly know where to start. However, one of the frontrunners is the incredible gifting of monitory donations as our family dealt with crippling health bills. To cross that stress off our list was phenomenal and gave us the space to breath and deal with healing. Sadly, this story isn’t very common. Families are slapped in the face with a health crisis and then boxed in the ears with the insurance price tag of their wellbeing. And what does that add? Yes, my friends. A big whopping scoop of stress.
Then, the clouds part and a quiet breeze blows away a few of those worries. There are a few organizations that help cancer patients with their bills. I have become familiar with a few local ones, but now we have one in our hometown. Aptly named, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”. Through the good graces of universal aligning, I was contacted by them. After speaking with the owners of this non-profit, I knew I had hit my stride. They asked me to speak at their Wellness Wednesday about my story. I don’t have much to offer, but I do have a story that can hopefully empower and encourage others. I grabbed the opportunity with both hands!
Here’s the amazing part. The date to speak was loose. After discussing availability, we decided to set it up for this upcoming Wednesday, July, 25th. Once I got home and went to put it in my calendar, I froze. The 25th. July 25th. One year to the day that I was diagnosed. What the hell are the chances that THIS would coincidentally happen?? In my mind, there’s no chance. Meant to be. Incredibly cheesy, but awe-inspiring. And then I starting hearing these internal “clink clink clink’s” as my journey starting linking together. In a single moment, I felt clarity. It is so hard to explain the sense of purpose that can be derived from cancer. But there it was, calmly staring back at me. And we shook hands and decided to reach out and speak words of truth and wrap a verbal hug around those who care to listen. In a most humble manner, I request a listening ear as I share the pieces of inspiration that got me through the darkest despair. We are all connected by so many thin strings. We share a grocery store, a neighborhood or the recognition of wanting true happiness in life. When we can join together for greatness, greatness must come.
I am attaching the link to “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”. If you have a moment, take a look. Inside you will find some of the greatest warriors in our area. Don’t turn away to the heaviness of their situations. They’ve decided to fight for the life that they so rightly deserve to live. Let them inspire you to appreciate what you have a this very moment. Let them warm your heart with their incredible stories and the continued joy that radiates from each face. And if you are fashion forward, you might want to invest in one of their swanky shirts:
Don’t Worry Be Happy Shirts| Fundraising To Pay Struggling Cancer Warriors Bills.
So, if you feel like coming to the Wellness Wednesday, plug this into your calendar:
July 25th, 2012 7:00 pm 1042 North Coast Hwy Laguna Beach
And as a special reward for reading this blog down to the very last sentence, you get a few baby pictures to tide you over My gratitude and love to each of you and your loving support to me and mine!
Obviously, I don’t meet very many horses