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Meaning of Today 12/13/14

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Today’s date is 12/13/14!  Did you notice the sequential numbers of today’s date?  Are you like me who finds it interesting enough to go to Google and see if it means anything?

Well, here’s what I found here:

“12-13-14 is also unique because it is made of four sequential digits 1, 2, 3 and 4…

Among the first 11 such sequential dates that already occurred in this century,

only 01-02-03 possesses the same property…

Although 12-13-14 will be the last sequential MM-DD-YY date for 89 years,

we won’t have to wait until 2103 for similarly interesting dates to pop up…

Jan. 2, 2034 gives you something similar [1-2-34],

while Jan. 23, 2045 lets you use all double-digit listing [1-23-45].

Feb. 2, 2022 is going to be the next one to get headlines, though [2-22-22].

 I would argue that April 3, 2021 — 4-3-21 — might be worthy of note as well…

For most of us, such sequential calendar dates won’t occur again in our lifetime…

After December 13, 2014, the next one is 01-02-03, to occur on January 2, 2103.

 If you follow the European DD-MM-YY convention,

however, you’ll have to wait a little longer — until Feb. 1, 2103.”

So there you have it, your lesson for the day!  It’s always great to learn something new everyday to make our lives richer and more interesting!  I hope you find today 12/13/14 to be a day in which you enjoy peace, love, happiness and health!

Shine On!

xo

 

Papa Can You Hear Me?

31841_I awoke the yesterday morning and it’s been a race for me to write what happened because I must tell you that I dreamt of my Dad last night.  In fact, my dream was so very real that I am still reeling this morning.  I dreamt that the phone rang and when I answered it, it was my Dad.  And at first I thought my sister had found a recording of a message that my Dad had left, but it wasn’t.  It was my Dad talking to me, calling me.  And I was so overwhelmed that at first, once I realized it, I was quiet.  But then, we began to talk.  It was his voice, strong and clear, not the voice that is left on my answering machine which is raspy and weakened as it was when he was in the hospital.  It was the voice of my Dad that I remember.

And you know why he called me?  He wanted me to know that my tests came back normal and he was so happy that they had.  And as I sit here weeping while my fingers try to keep up with the words that I want to share with you, I want to you know that I truly, in my heart, feel like he called me in my dream.  I can’t explain it nor will I try.  It matters not to me if you believe that I believe that he really called me.  But he did.  I am softened by his words, I am feeling peaceful.  I am grateful.

Has this ever happened to you with a loved ones who has passed away?

Thanks for letting me share.

Shine On!

xo

P.S.  Fact is, my tests did come back normal! 🙂

P.P.S.  I wrote this post the other day, but had to let it marinate for a few days.

Life is Like Riding a Bicycle

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With the cool air of Autumn upon us, it’s a great time to go biking and to admire the changing foliage!  I love the season of Fall when all of the leaves blossom in powerful colors like the flowers of Spring!  To me, it’s the season of invigoration ~ of moving ahead ~ of foraging and learning the lesson of ‘enough.’

You must keep moving.  There.  I said it.  I’ve said it before.  Heck, my posts are riddled with the words ‘baby steps’ so now you have new image!

So if taking my hand and moving in baby steps forward doesn’t work as a good image for you ~ Or if walking on the red carpet doesn’t help ~ Or doing the cha cha when you feel like you’ve taken a step forward, only to take one backwards…How about riding a bicycle?

Shine On!

xo

Empower Yourself!

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My friend Susan over at The Savvy Sister was interviewed about her new book on TV!  Since we are in the throes of Pinktober also known as Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I thought I’d start the week off with her inspiring story and interview!  Please visit Susan’s blog ~ you will be inspired, empowered, loved and understood ~ and isn’t that all we ever wanted?

Click here for The Savvy Sister!

Shine On!

xo

A Note to the Medical Community ~ Kindness Counts

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Kindness counts in all ways, in all situations, in every step, in every moment of human contact.  My post today was written last night in my head as I tried to see the situation from both sides and found the other side lacking.  Yesterday I had some tests done ~ MRI and MRA which if you’ve ever endured these tests you’ll understand that they can be difficult for someone who is a bit claustrophobic like me.  I have endured these tests many times in the past so I know what I am up against and I know myself.  So I explained it to the technicians before we started so that they would be aware and hopefully be helpful.

With MRI/MRA’s, you are in a machine which feels like what I would imagine what being in a coffin feels like.  The patient is put into the machine on a stretcher and not allowed to move while the machine does its job of scanning the body parts needed for the tests.  In my case yesterday, my head was put into a cage-like helmet which did not allow my head to move.  I was in the machine, not moving for over 45 minutes while the machine clonked and whirred loudly, taking pictures for the tests needed.  The technicians who were in the other room occasionally spoke kindly to me, making sure that I was ok for which I was truly grateful.  Sometimes it’s the littlest thing which makes the biggest difference.  Hearing a friendly voice when there’s a break in the test helped me immensely.

45 minutes later, the stretcher was slid out from the machine (I was still not able to move) and I was to be given an IV of contrast fluids which helps with the test.  Unfortunately the technicians blew my first vein (I only have my left hand to work with so this was a major bummer), then with the next injection which was by my wrist, she accidentally blew that vein too, but not before she injected the contrast under my skin (which by the way burns intensely).  By this time, my composure was gone and I was openly crying, still trying desperately not to move my head which was still harnessed in the helmet cage.  I asked the other technician to please talk to me because I was having a hard time keeping myself in check.  I asked her about her unusual name and tried to make small talk with her so that I could keep myself calm.  But it didn’t work.  The technicians then decided to get a ‘professional’ in and the 3rd time was the charm.  The technician who wasn’t able to inject the contrast properly then moved to right side and although I couldn’t really see her, I asked her to please hold my hand.  I was beginning to shake all over and I needed some type of human calming contact to center me.  She complied and nicely held my hand as the contrast was finally injected properly into my vein and I was quickly whisked back into the machine.

But then there was silence.  The machines whirred around my head, clanging as they do and there was silence on the other end.  No more kind words, no countdown letting me know that this test would be 7 minutes long or that there was only 15 more minutes.  Nothing.  Dead silence.

I struggled to keep myself still, tears still leaking out of my eyes.  Do you know that when you cry and you are flat on your back, your tears drip into your ears?  It’s true.

Finally I heard them open the door and the stretcher was slid out.  I asked them to please take out the IV that was hurting my hand, but they informed me that it wasn’t there.  My brain couldn’t understand why I had this horrible pain and burning sensation in my hand.  They uncovered my face, took off the blanket that covered my body and helped me up to the sitting position all in a very formal, efficient manner.  I was handed my glasses and even though I felt faint, I was told that the test was over and I could leave.

The unusually named technician stood waiting expectantly at the door for me to hop off the stretcher and leave.  Struggling through tears, I asked for a tissue and then I felt like a bad child lagging behind a pestered parent as I was escorted from the room.  I was shaking, teary and sad.  I am not a wimp by any means.  I have endured this test before and I truly didn’t ask for anything more than kindness.

But I will tell you that it was lacking.  I wanted to call this post Robotic Humans as that’s how I felt about the technicians who were with me yesterday.  I tried to figure out last night what I could have done to have them act so coldly.  Is it that I asked for kindness and human contact?  Is it that they are just so robotic that they can’t feel others’ pain?  Or have they become so numb in their jobs that their humanness eludes them?

I have had other MRIs in this same facility all with no problems whatsoever.  In fact, the technicians in the past were always very kind to me and I am very appreciative when treated with respect and warmth.  I’m not asking for you to bend over backwards for me, but when you see me heaving crying because my hand burns because YOU made a mistake, please have the decency to say you are sorry.  To accept that you made a mistake and at least pretend that you care for a moment.

My hand was so swollen last night that I couldn’t put my watch nor my wedding rings back on and even this morning, the swelling is such that I can’t wear them.  That is not right.

So to all the technicians out there, please ~ be kind to your patients.  We are trying to do what you ask of us and we want the tests to go as planned.  But a little human kindness goes a long way.

I won’t return to this facility and I am hoping that I receive a notice asking what I thought of it because I would gladly name names and explain the situation.  I feel as if the facility needs to hear from the patient what it feels like to be in our positions.  I think they’ve forgotten what it’s like to be human.

Thanks for reading ~ I apologize today for griping, but I think it serves as an example of how much Kindness Counts!

Be kind to all with whom you have contact today!

Kindness costs nothing, but is a priceless gift to the receiver.

Shine On!

xo

(FYI:  Sometimes you can be prescribed a Valium to help with the anxiety associated with the test.  Make sure you ask your doctor if you need one.  Unfortunately for me, due to the nature of the test, I was not allowed to take anything.  Also, there are OPEN MRI tests as well which put the stretcher in a dome instead of a smaller coffin-like capsule.  Also make sure you get the earplugs!   Truly though, I hope you never have to endure this test!)

I mean it, never again!

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I’m never doing that again!  Bring it on!  I won’t endure chemo again!

I remember saying the above to my MIL (Mother-in-Law) one day after returning home from another brutal ACT chemo treatment.  Bald, nauseous, tired and achy, I told her and anyone else who dared to listen to me that day that I was only doing this once (meaning the chemo regime) and God/Doctors/Cancer better bring it on because I wouldn’t be doing this again.  I would give my whole heart/soul/strength into fighting and enduring the chemo now, but that I was never doing it again because I was sick and tired of being sick and tired!

Years later, my MIL has recounted this story to me saying that in her head, she clearly remembers thinking, “Oh yes you will if you have to ~ I’ll make sure of it.”

It’s funny that I’ve been writing so much about breast cancer these days.  I don’t mean to be giving you a barrage of Pink Posts, but I guess it’s on my mind and these Daily Prompts just make it so easy to explain how I felt.  I think that with illness or tragedy, we just numbly go through the paces in order to try to reach the other side of the dark tunnel.    We soldier on as it is, baby step by baby step until we feel like we can’t do any more and that’s when the “I’m never doing this again,” foot stomping, tear-induced demands, written in stone in our minds are said.  We will endure this now, but we aren’t doing it again.  At least that’s how it was for me.

And I’ve been blessed (Oh my, did I just say BLESSED?  Yup, and I meant it!) to not have had to endure chemo again, although I’ve been dragged through a multitude of surgeries and complications since 2002 when I had my 6 months of chemotherapy.

So I guess for the point of the Daily Prompt, chemotherapy and all the accoutrements that envelope the protocol that specialists prescribe fits today’s ‘tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!”  Don’t you think so?

Be Healthy ~ Be happy

Enjoy the Presents of Presence!

Shine On!

xo

Daily Prompt: Never Again

Have you ever gone to a new place or tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!” Tell us about it.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/07/daily-prompt-never-2/

Your Mind: Friend or Foe

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Recently I’ve been chatting with a friend and it seems that many of us are realizing that we want more in our lives than what we currently have.  I’m not talking of more money or things, although financial freedom is always helpful.  What I’m talking about is getting back to the fire of our younger selves ~ do you know what I’m talking about?  That gal or guy that you used to be before the burdens of family, work, and responsibilities took hold of your life!

Am I making any sense to you?  Am I making any sense to me?

You see, I understand what my friend was talking about for I have a younger, less-fearful, more trusting self of youth that I long for ~ a part of me who reveled in fearlessly pursuing her passion and not only thrived but excelled!  That girl didn’t worry about what others thought or if she was too old or if it wouldn’t work.  Failure wasn’t a road block, it was a stepping stone to turn over, take the lesson and move on!  It was fun to work because work was fun ~ because I was pursuing my passion!  Sure there were days when I didn’t enjoy it a lot, but for the most part, I loved what I did!

Then for me, life got in the way, or better said, cancer got in my way and it’s been in the background, occasionally rearing its ugly head at the most inopportune times in life.  You’d think I’d get used to it, but I don’t think you ever get used to having had cancer.  You create a new normal where you try to embrace life, squeeze the happiness out of every moment, grateful that you are here with your loved ones for we never know what tomorrow brings.  As survivors of illness, tragedy and life, we learn how precious each and every moment is ~ so gratitude becomes as common for us as breathing!

But back to your mind!  It’s time to open the cage which has trapped your mind into the should be’s, the oughta’s and unlock the past so that we can let fly that hotshot self of youth!  No matter that you are older now ~ that inner hotshot lurks just below the surface.  Do you know it?  Do you remember her/him?  Are you ready to add a little spice to your life?  To enjoy your life again?  So, I’m looking to you ~

How do you do it?

Shine On!

xo

Pink Post ~ Choose Hope

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Once you choose hope, anything’s possible. ~ Christopher Reeve

You make hundreds of thousands of decisions everyday!  You choose your meals, your clothing, the time you wake up and the time you go to bed at night.  You decide how you are going to spend your time, move your body and what you are going to say ~ or not say.

You hold the power to choose ~ and they are your choices to make!

For me, when I was diagnosed with breast cancer,  I was devastated as I’m sure most people are when they are faced with a traumatic event.  It matters not what the trauma is whether it be illness, death, tragedy ~ the devastation is there as it is a change which challenges every fiber of our being.

But what you do with the trauma, how you deal with it, is your choice and nobody else’s.

For some, the above hurts because we want someone else to take the reins while we wallow in the negativity ~ the sadness, the self-pity, the victim mentality.  We want to blame someone else for the situation whether it is another’s fault or not.  We want to escape from the new reality and run away from the news.  We’d rather hide and just be left alone.  We want life as it was before we heard the news.  We don’t want to accept this new chapter nor the change in our lives.  We long for the moments before we heard or read or knew or experienced  the trauma.  We want to buck the system, retreat and change it.  We don’t want to accept the news.  We fight the change.  We simmer in our sadness.  We don’t want to go with the flow, we want to be left alone.

But, after our initial response, we have to make a decision that will change the way things work for us.  And it is our choice to make.

For me, choosing hope was easier as I’m a glass 1/2 full type of gal as I’ve mentioned before ~ but not everyone feels that way and I understand.  For those who see that glass as 1/2 empty, my heart goes out to you as this is a burden.  It’s a habit, it’s a comfortable way you’ve been living that needs to change for anything is possible.  I realize that when it’s the trauma of a death of a loved one, there is no hope for change ~ at least not that we can bring back our loved one.  I know, I’ve been there before.

But having said that, I’ve learned that once we can turn to acceptance of the new normal, of the heart-wrenching loss, we can begin to move on and find hope.  For me, my Dad’s death impacted my life in a very traumatic way ~ but now 9 months later, I am learning to go with the flow ~ to accept this new normal with all of its additional responsibilities.  I’m learning to forgive, to let go and to allow the healing that time spreads like a balm on the soul.

I love this quote from Christopher Reeve and I imagine in my heart and mind the gut wrenching challenges he endured as he tried to heal his broken body.  He shone like a lighthouse ~ he continued to hope for a cure, for a change, for a medical breakthrough, not just for himself but for all who were paralyzed.  He held onto that hope of possibility with Superman strength and continued to light the way for others ~ using himself as an example.

I know that for me, I asked the question, “Why me?” to the Heavens.  Why me?  Why not me?  I still don’t know the answer to that question, but I believe my life experiences have given me a gift ~ to choose hope, to be a friend to others, to understand and to empathize because of my experiences.  It hasn’t been easy and it’s been a long time coming this peace within that I’ve been creating.  In my heart, I wish I’d never had cancer or endured so much sadness in my life, but I hold the hope that if my story, my experiences, my life can help another person, well, then it’s not been a life in vain for it has helped others.

It’s a process, this healing, no matter what tragedy you are dealing with, but I know for sure that when you hold hope in your heart, the possibilities are endless.  That’s what I wish for you today and everyday ~

I wish you HOPE!

Choose Hope…Anything is possible.

Shine On!

xo

Out of Step With the Crowd

Yes, you march to the beat of a different drum…

And I’m right behind you!

Have you ever felt out of step with the crowd?  Recently I was chatting with a friend about cliques and how even some of the 40+ somethings we know can be cliquey.  Now I’m not a cliquey person and truth be told, I never really was.  My childhood didn’t allow for a lot of free time to spend with friends so I never had the opportunity to be a true part of the pack.  Not that I’m complaining as I think I’m a happier person because of it.  But back then, I did want to be a part of the group.

Now, I’m still not a part of the ‘in’ group which doesn’t bother me in the least.  I am friendly with everyone and therefore I can float as I wish, not worrying about the cliquey part of being in a certain group.  The competitiveness which breeds in this area doesn’t concern me because I don’t follow the pack rules.  Let’s just say, I’m my own pup!

It makes me happy to be this way ~ and I find it refreshing to find others who feel the same way.  Because many of our experiences mold us to be the people we are today, it’s important to embrace our differences and enjoy who we are!  By reveling in our true selves, we allow connections to others because we are comfortable in reaching out.  Does that make sense?

Having an illness or surviving abuse or enduring trauma changes us ~ it’s up to you how you allow it to change your life.  For me, although it sounds strange, my cancer diagnosis changed my life for the better.  It’s allowed me and my family to realize truly how precious life is and how vital enjoying the NOW is since we’ve learned that our only guarantee is this moment in time.  I didn’t realize the magnificence of life before ~ and now I won’t let that moment go!

What about you?  Are you reveling in the Uniqueness that is you?  Do you follow the pack or are you your own pup?  Have you endured sadness only to be able to help another along the way?  I think that adversity brings out the best in us ~ it allows us to dig deeper into our spiritual selves in order to deepen our connection to others.

Which brings me to today’s prompt which I read after I wrote this post ~ and to answer it ~ I began blogging, my FB page The Presents of Presence, my twitter account and pinterest because I enjoy learning new things ~ I enjoy sharing the quotes, the optimism and the inspiration that I find in the everyday ~ so I am not sure I ‘get’ social media, but I didn’t join because my family and friends did it.

Be a Beacon of Hope today to others!

Today I celebrate the UNIQUENESS that is YOU!

Shine On!

Don’t forget to say Rabbit Rabbit!

xo

Daily Prompt: The Social Network

Do you feel like you “get” social media, or do you just use it because that’s where all your friends and family are?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/daily-prompt-social/

Where Words Fail, Music Speaks

Where words fail, music speaks. -Hans Christian Anderson

Sometimes a song can heal just as well as words.  Music soothes the soul I’ve heard and I’ve been blessed to experience this for myself.  Is it only me who feels that pull towards certain songs which no matter where I am, can bring me back to a favorite moment in time, no matter how far in the past?  I try to only concentrate on the good memories, but there are sad ones as well which still haunt me musically.

My special friend NAngel’s Mom passed away when we were young.  At a school concert, she sang, “I Can See Clearly Now” by Johnny Nash.  To this day, I can hear her voice clearly singing this song and I remember the wedge of heartbreak that I felt at that time.  You see, her Mom was like a Mom to me as well.  In fact, we were pretty inseparable at that time.  More than 30 years later and I can still feel the sadness and the healing that accompanied her song.  I remember the healing tears that ran down my cheeks and I can remember seeing the audience who knew who she was, healing along with her.

Do you find that you can turn to music to heal you?  To lift your spirits when you are sad?  To soothe the hurt when you need a hug?  To hold your hand and embrace you when you simply need a friend?  To vent your frustrations when you need to let off some steam?  To growl like a lion when you are in pain in order to let it out?

I write a lot about music in my blog!  Just search music and you’ll find these and more!

https://misifusa.wordpress.com/2013/01/26/music-music-music/  https://misifusa.wordpress.com/2012/06/27/gratitude-29-gracias-gracias-gracias/  https://misifusa.wordpress.com/2012/10/23/spirits-and-music/  https://misifusa.wordpress.com/2012/08/20/sunshine-2/

Let’s share a few of our favorites! 

Do you have a go to sunshine song?

How about a healing song?

What song soothes your soul?

Sing Loudly and Shine On!

xo

Does 1973 ring a bell with you?