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Dealing with bad news

There was an article in the WSJ this morning about supporting loved ones when they find out they have cancer. I immediately had opinions on the article because I remember my own experience very clearly with my mom.  I remember cleaning out my college apartment when she called me to give me the news, and I think my immediate reaction was somewhat selfish.  I reacted in a way I thought was right for her, I put on the “you can do this, you can fight this,” hat.  I was so absorbed in reassuring myself that I was completely unaware of what my mom needed at that moment.  Now I certainly won’t beat myself up for that because it was a really difficult thing to go through, but I think the article brings awareness to an important issue: how to offer support in a way that works for the person with the difficult news, not in a way that works just for you.

From the WSJ article:

“Loved ones don’t know what to do, and they don’t want to make a terrible error,” says Marisa Weiss, an oncologist and founder of Breastcancer.org, a nonprofit organization. “This fear keeps people from doing anything.”

While that’s the worst mistake you can make, experts say, there are a number of other slip-ups. Well-meaning friends and family members often ask inappropriate questions, such as the patient’s prognosis. They offer theories on why their loved one got sick, give unsolicited advice or insist that “everything is going to be just fine.”

That was certainly the case for my mom.  She chose to deal with cancer in a manner that shocked and maybe even frustrated a lot of people: She didn’t want to talk about it.  She wanted to have life just go on, she wanted to more or less ignore its presence as much as possible.  And she wanted everyone around her to do the same.  She didn’t want to be a “sick person,” she just wanted to be her usual self.  She didn’t want to go to support groups, she didn’t want to have people call her out of the blue to offer words of encouragement, she just wanted to feel normal.  This approach included not fully knowing the details of her illness.  She chose instead for the doctors to treat her as they saw fit, but to keep her in the dark.  She not only wanted to feel normal, she wanted to maintain a very positive attitude.  This really drove people crazy.  Actually at times it even drove me crazy.  “How can you not know what you’re up against,” some people would say.  But that wasn’t their question to ask.  It was my mom’s.

From my experience, the best advice:

In general, experts say, you should take your lead from the person who is sick. If she wants to talk about her illness, then listen. Don’t be afraid of emotions. “Being there, listening and being supportive is a powerful role,” Dr. Weiss says. “If the person feels comfortable crying in front of you, be honored, because you fulfilled a really important need.”

I broke that bit of advice many times.  I once had a bunch of my mom’s friends send her letters of support. She was not happy about that to say the least.  I missed what was most important to her in her fight…the feeling of normal.  I struggled…how could she not want words of encouragement from so many that love her? Because normal life provided her the encouragement she wanted.  Extra attention from others made her feel sick, more vulnerable.  I didn’t understand then.  I do now.

In retrospect I hold a tremendous amount of respect for my mom’s approach.  It had to be SO hard to not know the details (especially for such an inquisitive person).  The unknown is a scary thing, especially when it relates to your health.  But there’s even more genius in her approach.  Not just because it allowed her to stay positive, and not just because it empowered her mind to think she was healthier than she actually was, but because it was ultimately HER way of dealing with it.  Not mine.  Not Tom’s.  Not her friends.  Hers.

Dealing with bad news is hard enough, offer support to someone as they need it, not how you think you would.

Happy Birthday Mom

(from my trip last weekend to Deep Creek Lake, MD)
So my mom would have turned 55 today.  It’s hard to believe a 3rd birthday has passed since her death.  I definitely do miss her everyday, but it’s strange how life goes on.  It is so weird to see all the cards and letters I saved from her yellow in age.  I forget that she never saw me move to New York, that she never met my beautiful little niece Olivia or my crazy dog Izzy (she always told me I wasn’t ready for a dog until I had a yard).  I forget that we haven’t been able to discuss so many amazing events that have occurred in my life over the last 3 years.  I forget that life has gone on without her.

I guess that is what life is supposed to do, go on, but it sure is hard to let go sometimes.  Part of me loves each moment that ticks by because I notice her absence a little bit less, but the other part of me hates those ticking moments for the very same reason.

I am very grateful for how my life is at the moment.  I feel very lucky to have such wonderful people around me, to have so much freedom and opportunity to do things I love, to live in an amazing city, and to travel at will.  I owe so much of that to you mom.  Happy Birthday…it’s another year we’re apart but you’re certainly not forgotten.

Simply Amazing

I remembered today sort of randomly Steve Jobs 2005 commencement speech at Stanford, and how much I used to love reading it. My mom also loved reading it, and she actually had a print out that she read from the last few months of her life. She loved that speech. I did, and still do.

So this evening looking for a little inspiration and answers to some questions I’ve been having I turned to the video universe that is youtube in search of the actual speech. Sure enough, I found it and I highly recommend it to anyone and everyone:

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Time is short and death is inevitable for us all. I learned so much from my mom’s death about my life. It really seemed to cut away all the nonsense, all the fears about what’s wrong or right to do, all the worries about doing what others think is right, all the concerns about making money or looking important. It forced me to forget for a moment all the layers of crap I put on everyday when I wake up, and just be, feel, and live. But even now as time passes I forget those lessons, and I continue to put on new layers each day. Why? For what?

Do you wake up in the morning and feel good about what you’re doing each day? I hope so. You deserve it. I know I do.

My mom

Wow after crying my eyes out and writing a long reflective post about my mom, and the one year anniversary of her passing…my firefox (foxfire as she called it) froze thus erasing everything I wrote. So I’m afraid to say I have no energy at this point to write the post again.

I can’t believe it’s been so long since I gave you a hug, my mom. I can’t believe it’s been so long since you called me Daniel (you are one of a few). I can’t believe it’s been so long since we went for a long walk at Winton Woods, and you gave me challenging, growth encouraging advice. I can’t believe it’s been so long since I heard you squeal with excitement at the site of a turtle, a gold finch, or a beautiful flower. I can’t believe it’s been so long since I last heard you tell me you loved me, and you were so proud of me. I can’t believe it’s been so long since I last heard you say…”Just do what makes you happy, the rest will take care of itself.”

Well I’m trying my best mom. I have to admit not having you around makes that last one a lot more difficult because I sure miss you a lot. I still can’t believe I can’t pick up the phone and call you. I struggle without my guide, my mom, and my best friend. I know somehow you’re still with me, and I know that nothing will ever take away our wonderful times together.

I can’t believe it’s been a year…I guess what they say is true, life does go on, but for me the feelings and memories never go away. I miss you mom.

What I wrote last year…

Some pics:

IMG_0220.JPGI love this picture…I remember taking it, it was one of the first times she met Julie. We came down from Miami, and her, julie and I went for a long walk at Winton Woods. We were fascinated by that huge hole in the tree and she went back to get a look, which is when I took this. It’s really a great summary of her mood whenever we went to Winton Woods. I loved those walks.

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I love this picture, you can see the childlike excitement she lived with.

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This was written by her those who she worked with, who she touched deeply.
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This is really the best way to describe my mom’s academic career…I think this may have been her LOWEST grade in all the classes she took in pursuit of all of her degrees…

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I love this picture.  She always made birthdays, holidays, even weekends special.
IMG_0731.JPG Andrea and Tom enjoy the view from mom’s bench, with her tulip tree to their left. The bench and the tree were donated in her memory by her friends. She loved tulip tree’s (of course what kind of trees didn’t she love?)

All is well.JPG After she passed away Andrea found this poster board that my mom had made…It was a comforting, beautiful reminder that things really are ok

One year later

We recently just passed the 1 year anniversary of one of the harder moments of my life. A year ago this past weekend while driving up to spend the weekend at Lake Erie with Julie and her parents I received the most difficult phone call of my life. Continue reading ‘One year later’

Go Fearless

What are you so afraid of?  What is holding you back from having and doing exactly what you want?  Why are you so stuck on the idea that it HAS to be this way, or HAS to be that way?  These are questions that I ask myself a lot, and other people.  Why is it so easy for us to assume things are hard, when it’s all just relative.  I’ve learned a ton in my life over the last 2 years, but most importantly the lesson I’ve learned, and it’s just really starting to filter in to my everyday decisions, is that there is absolutely nothing to be afraid of in this lifetime.  Don’t get me wrong, there will be a lot things that come my way that may make me uncomfortable, may scare me, may slow me down, but why should I be afraid of them now?  Why should I be afraid of them then?  But again, more importantly, why be afraid of them now.  You can’t prevent something simply because you’re afraid of it, if anything I think you put yourself in a position to make it more likely.

Continue reading ‘Go Fearless’

birthday

So yesterday was my birthday (june 16th), and I have to say it was not really a day I wanted to face.  I feared it because I knew it would be hard, sad, and frustrating…It was. I couldn’t and can’t help but feel cheated and frustrated to come through this 25th birthday without my mother at my side.  Despite all the wonderful people who sent me cards, left me voicemails, and wished me in person a happy birthday, it all really felt empty.  I didn’t have the one person I really wanted here with me. And never in a million years, even at my 24th birthday, would I have envisioned my life as it is on my 25th birthday.  The truth is, I miss her so much, but I’ve gotten so good at pretending life is normal up in columbus.  It really took my birthday to bring the reality back again.  I didn’t get one of her famous cards with tales of me being born, how proud she is of me, how much she loves me, how much she enjoys watching me grow each year, and how much she looks forward to sharing the years ahead with me.  The only thing certain about the future is that it is uncertain.  I am glad that I valued my time with her.  I’m glad that I saved most of her birthday cards from the last few years.  I’m glad I saved a little of my past, for the future.
There are no guarantees that something here today will be here tomorrow.  So before you go out and dismiss your birthday as just another, or even tomorrow as just another…take a minute to enjoy who and what you have today.  Nothing is forever.

the only thing that matters is you

In an attempt to slowly move forward, my sister, tom (tom thankfully has been doing this for Andrea and I when we were unable) and I are trying to clear away some of my mom’s clothing.  It’s incredibly difficult to see these items that are obvious remnants of a healthy happy past.  Many of the items I can clearly visualize on my mom while we took walks at the park, went for a drive, hung out in her beloved garden, went out to happy dinners, traveled to Florida, watched a movie together, learned together, laughed together, hugged each other…She has so many clothes.  Clothes that have never been worn, others not worn in years, and some worn thin.  But these clothes look so funny and out of place now. It suddenly becomes so clear on what they really are, nothing more than strands of fabric carefully woven together.  They are worth nothing, have no life, without mom.  The only that matters was her, who she was, how she was, and how we love her.  She has left many items around the house, but none of them are worth anything without her, and now their only value is that they allow us to fully remember her.

How many items do I get sucked into believing in?  How important are the clothes I put on everyday?  Can a brand new suit really make me a better person? Can a nice car really make me more love able or make me love more?  Can a big house really make my friendships stronger?  It’s so incredibly hard to strip away all the layers and it is unfortunate that it takes situations like this (for me at least) to get down to this level.  It’s not what you have, who you know, what you’ve done…it’s just you.  When it’s all said and done for you on this earth, the only thing people will care to talk about is you.

Lessons from Chapelle

I really enjoyed watching Dave Chapelle on Inside the Actor’s Studio tonight on Bravo.  I really like him, not just because he is one of the funniest people on the planet, but he really seems like a geniunely good person.  There were a few things he said tonight that really hit home with me.  Continue reading ‘Lessons from Chapelle’

White with envy…..

Storm slams New York

There is a major snowstorm in the northeast, and I’m really jealous I’m
missing it. As those who know me well know, I LOVE SNOW (and weather),
and I would be pretty much in heaven right now if I was up in NYC with
my sister. I’ve been watching a lot of the weather channel, reading
accuweather.com, wunderground.com and some of my weather blogs to keep
track of this storm. Continue reading ‘White with envy…..’




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