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Why I "tri."
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The secrets you don't know about
In the work I do, in helping homeless people overcome addiction, we talk a lot about wearing masks. We wear masks that communicate to the world “I’m fine.” We do this because saying “I’m not fine” well, it doesn’t usually produce the best results. We almost immediately regret it and, though exhausted from keeping up the charade, we reach for the “I’m fine” mask, give ourself a pep talk about how our feelings don’t matter, we’re being a baby, we’re being selfish, we should grow up, get tougher, not be so sensitive. We shake it off and press on.
Marathon Weekend 2015
met my 2015 fundraising goal of $5,000! I
currently have raised $5,660. The race
went well on Saturday – we had gorgeous weather and I finished the 5K with a
personal record of 41:15. I actually beat last
year’s time by over 2 minutes! It was a
difficult race – about half the time, I was saying to myself “I’m never doing
this again! Why do I think I can do this? I can’t!” But crossing the finish
line is such an incredible feeling, it erases those feelings of doubt and
fear.
first ever!) in under 4 hours, with a time of 3:56 – this put him in the top
25% of finishers. What an
accomplishment! Squeezing into a spot
along the railing and standing on my tip toes waiting for him to come around
the bend on Smithfield Street, and then seeing him and cheering him on with our
five year old, Cassidy, was a major highlight.
Last night I asked her what her favorite part of the weekend was, and
she said “Sitting on that newspaper stand, watching for Daddy!” There is something amazing about watching
people run by so close to the finish line.
The look of exhaustion and accomplishment on their faces is
inspiring. One trio went by at a snail’s
pace, two women nearly carrying an injured male runner. I wondered if they all knew each other and
were determined to finish together or if two strangers sacrificed their timing
goals to help a fellow runner cross the finish line. I immediately teared up at this, and nearly
lost it completely when a mom and son (I assume) ran by, the mom bursting with
pride for her young running partner.
encourage you to come down and support a runner, volunteer with the event or even run one of
the races yourself – we would love to have you run for Light of Life- is this
your year to commit to doing your first 5k?
Message me about running if you want to get involved next year. I swear, if I can do it, you can do it!
my triathlon! Don’t worry, I’m not
fundraising for that. J But I would love to have your encouragement
and prayers – I am VERY intimidated by this upcoming event. I am training hard but not knowing exactly
what to expect is nerve wracking!
We are still accepting donations (just FYI, Team Light of
Life is VERY close to overtaking the Animal Rescue League to be the #2 charity
in all of Pittsburgh for this event!) https://www.crowdrise.com/lightoflifepittsburgh2015/fundraiser/jessimarsh
Remission continues…
I saw my oncologist recently and he noted that in a few months, I would be “Two years out from diagnosis – that’s good!” It is good, indeed. Here is what has happened recently:
I had excellent blood work – no detectable presence of cancer
Mort the Port (the device they implanted in my chest to deliver chemo) was successfully removed. RIP, Mort.
I started training for both a 5K race and a triathlon (1/4 mile swim, 14 mile bike and 3.1 mile run.) It is both difficult and exhilarating. It also has almost entirely replaced my social life – so hopefully I will see my friends again once this is over!
Remission continues to be a source of gratitude and a major challenge. Every day I hear of a cancer survivor who gets cancer again. It is indescribably difficult to live with that uncertainty. It requires a daily refocusing, and reestablishing of my trust in God. I find that brief moments of focused meditation are helpful.
While a cancer diagnosis and treatment are an emotional roller coaster, so can be remission. Some days, I find myself one minute basically forgetting I ever had cancer, and worrying about something shallow like something someone said about me (I have learned it is a luxury to be grumpy about something so silly!) and the next minute thinking about dying. One minute I’m thinking about adding more to my 401K contribution (operating out of the assumption I’ll be around in 30 years) and the next imagining how I will react when my cancer comes back. I know, it sounds crazy – imagine living it!
Most of the time, I am living in the present, looking optimistically toward the future, dealing with the pesky irritations of trying to live life in the presence of other humans, but experiencing deep joy, and observing and moving through life with a special perspective that comes only through knowing how fleeting life can be, and how fundamental trusting God is.
A longtime friend and I were having a discussion of a theological nature, and she said she likes to think about this question: “What IS this?” Like….what is this whole thing…this world, this life, our purpose? It’s popular to believe that “it” is whatever you think it is. But, it has to, like, be something. I think it’s God’s creation, for our enjoyment – an environment in which we can seek Him, or not. And while there is great mystery and only dim, vague understanding, there is an occasional glimpse of His glory. I’ve seen it. A tiny bit. I’ve felt it. A tiny touch. It comes in the form of grace and hope. In the form of love. And when we trust God – with our health, with our jobs, with those we love, we are free to operate in a less controlling way. We don’t grab hold of things and people, and squeeze them until their eyes pop out. We hold them with an open hand, and we love and serve and provide care and embrace support and watch the glory unfold.
RIP, Mort the Port
I spent the past 17 months with a compass sized contraption in my chest. It looks like this:
Hope realized.
Last week I had a doctor’s appointment where my doctor analyzed the results of my latest CT scan and blood work. He deemed my results “excellent.” Relief and gratitude washed over me. As you can imagine, waiting for those results is maddening. It’s like balancing on a fence for a week, being told you may not hop down. One one side of you is a fluffy mattress, puppies, a massage therapist, a nice Malbec, endless episodes of Parks & Rec and like, George Clooney or Ryan Gosling, I mean, my wonderful, handsome husband whom I love very much. On the other side of the fence is fire, spiky things, expense reports, your 7th grade math teacher, Mrs. McKinney, who was void of soul and mean as the day is long, humidity, spiders, pop-country music, scratchy wool sweaters, pantyhose, mayonnaise just lying around in glistening, awful mounds and a cloud of farts. Broccoli farts.
Frustrated? Maybe this one is for you.
There is a phenomenon that abounds which puzzles me. I see it in the grocery store, on Facebook, in traffic and on the faces of people I encounter here and there. It is the sentiment of “others have made me unhappy!”
Ferguson, etc.
Black men keep dying at the hands of law enforcement. There are a lot of people who are better informed on these issues and a lot of people whose opinions on this matter a lot more than mine. But I have a few things to say, for what it’s worth.
A year ago, tonight…
I was thinking about going to bed early because I had to get up so early to get to the hospital to have major surgery to have my tumor and about a foot of my large intestine removed. I didn’t know at all that it was cancer, not to mention an aggressive, advanced stage cancer, but I was worried it might be something at least a little bit bad.
I was actually more worried about the surgery. Funny how, now, that surgery seems like a walk in the park compared to the bomb-drop of my diagnosis and five months of chemo.