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Why Keeping Hope Alive Is Critical

These days, with more advances in cancer treatments, survival rates have improved. But there is often a price to pay. Side effects can be brutal. Complications can be devastating.

Cancer attacks more than just the human body. It crushes the human spirit. The most confident person can be devastated by the loss of hope.

Doctors and nurses often treat the cancer patient’s body, but not necessarily the mind. And yet, the mind is one of the greatest tools available in cancer management. How a patient perceives his or her cancer really does matter.

If a patient feels there is nothing to gain from treatment, it’s unlikely that he or she will bother to:

— Take medications appropriately
— Eat as healthy as possible under the circumstances
— Get enough rest
— Avoid unnecessary risks to the immune system

Cancer is stressful. And when that stress builds up and becomes overwhelming, patients often surrender to the sense that it’s futile to even try. It’s easy to throw in the towel when you are in pain and unable to handle all of the horrible side effects. Patients often presume it’s all about the cancer. But sometimes that can be a mistake.

There are so many issues that can crop up in advanced cancer management, when the options are fewer and the regimen is rougher. If a patient is undergoing chemotherapy on an ongoing basis, dehydration, infection, neuropathy, and steroids are just some of the complications that can wreak havoc with the human body. After a while, it’s hard to tell whether it’s the cancer causing the problem or the treatment.

If a patient loses hope and gives up, the battle is over. People who are pessimistic about their chances won’t bother to look for solutions. They won’t tell their oncologists about new symptoms because they don’t want to know their cancer has advanced. But what if it isn’t the cancer?

What if the side effects are manageable with the right diagnosis? What if there are options if the oncologist recognizes what is really causing the problem?

I remember sitting in an oncologist’s office with a loved one who had just been given the prognosis about cancer. How many people survived this kind of cancer? What were the chances she could come out on the winning side of the equation? The doctor’s response was simple. While many people didn’t survive it, there were people who did. Why couldn’t she be one of the people who survived it?

That little sliver of hope at the right moment in time made a difference. She lived much longer than the majority of patients with the same diagnosis. We learned to manage the symptoms, to address them as they came up, to focus on comfort in order to maximize quality of life. Cancer patients need to feel they still have a reason to get up in the morning. They need to believe there is something worth doing. They need to believe they still have a chance to grab the brass ring.

I have been blessed over the last couple of years in unusual ways. I lost two family members to cancers that were aggressive. But as I grieved, a friend of mine beat the odds, and in doing so, she taught me that hope is a critical component of any good cancer management program. After such a struggle with pain and debilitating side effects, she is still here. She teaches me what courage, fortitude, and perseverance are all about. And above all, she has shown me that we should never turn our backs on hope. Because she believed, she searched for answers. She stayed on top on the issues. She fought for what she needed. She is the new advanced cancer survivor, using cutting edge treatments that have kept her alive against all odds. It hasn’t been easy. This isn’t some kind of cake walk for her. She fought tooth and nail to keep going. She believes that she still has something to achieve on this planet, so she finds a way to get it done. We’ve come to understand the power of love, faith, and hope in this life touched by cancer. Cancer didn’t make her a superhero. Her reaction to cancer did that. And because she did the hard work, we are inspired. We have learned that hope matters in everything we do. Love connects us. She’s told us so many times that our being there for her banishes the loneliness and isolation that cancer creates. Hope pushes us to try harder to help her, to lift her over the obstacles that stand in her way. It feeds our faith that there is something good for her on the other side of that wall.

This is how new cancer treatments come to bear fruit. Those extraordinary people who endure against all odds teach cancer specialists that those baby steps forward can become giant steps. It’s not enough to have strong medicines or powerful machines to attack cancer cells. Hope is the elixir for the soul and it opens the door to even the smallest little bit of opportunity. It is what creates quality of life for those survivors who believe they have a chance. And because they believe, more and more people are surviving what was once not survivable. Someday, cancer will be a thing of the past. Who’s to say my friend won’t be there to march in that parade?

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What Does a Cancer Diagnosis Feel Like?

I have a very special post to share with cancer patients and their loved ones. The raw emotions and roller coaster ride of a newly diagnosed cancer patient is rarely demonstrated as well as it is here.

I opened an email from a hospice friend not long ago, someone I hadn’t corresponded with in a while, and got the shock of my life. But it was nothing compared to what she was going through.

Long after I read her letter, her words stayed with me. I couldn’t shake them. My first thought was to contact her and tell her how much she is in my thoughts, my prayers. But my second? I wanted to give her a chance to share her story, not only to give her a voice as a cancer patient, but also because I believe other people out there will benefit from her experience.

Before you read on, let me tell you that I have already heard further from her. Melody Webster’s sense of humor and determination to rise above are still strong. I asked her if she would consider checking back in, during treatment and after. She is very interested in doing that, so expect to hear from her again on my blog. And now, here is what she wrote:

I Have to Get This Off My Chest — Letter from Melody Webster

I found it necessary to write this so that years from now I could recall how I felt when I was faced with hearing I could have a very serious illness. I have worked in Hospice for some time now and meet many families that are faced with the reality of having a life threatening disease. Always thinking I knew how they were feeling and what they were going through couldnʼt have been any further from the truth. I am lucky, I only had to prepare to hear the worst, these families are living the reality of knowing their final outcome.

My heart goes out to all of them……..

We see our bodies every day. We notice every new line and wrinkle on our faces as we brush our teeth and put our makeup on. We see more and more grey hair as some of us try to hide them with color. We see the little new dimple of fat that may appears on our thighs. We touch the little pouch of stomach that may have appeared on our tummies. Some of us pull the falling face up towards our ears and think wow I could looks 10 years younger by having a little tuck behind my ears. We brush our teeth with whitening hoping to have the great smile we did when we went to the prom. We wear push up bras or athletic bras hoping to get a little perkiness in our girls.

Have you looked at your boobies lately? Do they look the same as they always did? My boobies started to look different over a year or so ago. Both my nipples were smashed in when I took my supportive bras off at the end of the day. I encouraged them to come out by pulling and twisting them. My thought was they were just a little tired of the effort to look young and smug. I thought that like everything else on my body they were loosing their elasticity and just wanted to take a break. No more having to put my arms in front of my chest when picking up a pizza in the frozen food section. Those little nipples kept themselves warm and snug by taking shelter in the comfort of my now bouncy, drooping boobs. I succumbed to the fact that my body wasn’t what it used to be and some things cannot be changed without a huge bankroll given to a plastic surgeon. I decided then that I loved my husband; he loved me no matter what I look like as long as I always applied a little lipstick before we went to the store together.

I paid attention to my yearly blood work that always came back good, not perfect but “great for a woman of my age”. I kept up with my yearly mammograms. Asked the tech if she had seen many women with a shy nipple and she assured me she has seen many. Believed it was again just a normal sign of AGING. I forgot to mention that my nipples were like tortoises. One always finally came out of its shell the other one remained hiding inside refusing to come out even when coaxed by manipulations Iʼm not going to mention.. The refusal of this stubborn nipple caused me a lot of anguish. I thought I had more control over my body parts, maybe not my bladder but other parts.

I spent many hours on the Internet searching for shy nipple syndrome. Everything that came up was very frightening….REALLY! Everything from Inflammatory Breast Disease, all sorts of other breast cancers, the list went on and on. Nipples that had never shown their smiley faces were ok but ones that started hiding later in life were a REAL warning sign that something isn’t right. I became obsessed with this nipple. I asked practically everyone I didn’t know if they had one. I was too embarrassed to ask people I know about my shy nipple for fear they would think I’m crazy.

Finally it got to the point that after every search on the internet I would clear my browsing history…. didnʼt want anyone to know that I was obsessed by this, especially since everyone was telling me that this was perfectly normal.

One day I told myself there is more to life than worrying about a shy nipple…..take action and resolve it now! Get the answers to all the questions so you can return to a normal life. I even considered having this nipple decorated with some sort of nipple ring to keep it out in the open.

I finally decided to take the bull by the horns or in this case take the nipple by the very small tip showing and demand someone explore fully why this baby wouldn’t stay out. I made an appointment with my primary care doctor. She looked at all my past mammograms and confirmed that they were all negative. Upon her doing a breast exam she notice that the breast with the shy nipple felt really dense and it was hard for her to determine if there were any significant lumps or abnormalities. She said since I had been worrying about this nipple thing it may be appropriate to have an MRI. Great I’m making progress even at the embarrassment of shy nipple. MRI scheduled….in a couple of days I would have some answers. Yeah!

Got a call from my doctor a few days after the MRI telling me they saw a couple of masses in my shy nipple breast along with an enlarged lymph node. Recommendation was to have a biopsy. Wow — reality hitting me.

Was I right all along that something very serious was going on and that my shy nipple was trying to catch the attention of everyone and no one way listening to the cry of help from this little precious piece of skin? Concerned about what this all meant I asked my doctor what the heck does this suggest. Her response was expect to hear the “C” word. Yikes is this really what I wanted to find out? Maybe I should go hide with my shy nipple. She went on to tell me that it was probably stage 3 cancer and that surgery, radiation and chemo were to be expected. “NO! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” I thought. I asked her what about my shy nipple?

She said the nipple wasn’t involved as shown by the MRI.

She would set up the appointment with a breast surgeon so that it would save time. It would be right after the biopsies. I was really worried that maybe I had waited too long. Was I beyond early stage curable cancer? Had it spread to other areas? Was I so keyed into my vanity? Had I pulled the face skin back to my ears too many times to look ten years younger when I should have paid more attention to my shy nipple waving her arms as if saying throw me a life jacket I need help and I need it now! So many thoughts and not enough hours in the day to filter all the information.

I lost a couple of lbs over the past month or two in hopes of wearing a new bathing suite to the pool with my grandchildren this summer. OMG maybe I need those lbs. now because of all the surgery and treatment I’m going to have. My head is swirling. Iʼm too young for this. I need to take an Ativan to make it through the day and wine and Ativan to sleep only a few hours at night.

How will I make it over the next few days before the biopsy? My head is swimming with negativism. Everyone says to be positive for a good outcome. Positive…. Iʼm ready to pay the funeral director now in fear that I will spend our entire retirement fund at the casino to blot all this out. God please help me make it to the biopsy without having a heart attract or stroke………..

As many women before me have done I made it to the biopsy with fear in my heart and a sick feeling in my stomach. Its funny what fear can do to the body. All “systems go” if you know what I mean. When I woke up on the morning of the biopsy I felt pretty good. The couple glasses of wine and the melatonin before bed brought the rest I yearned for before my big day. I was fine till I walked through the door of the building that would inflict long needles in my breast. I squirmed just plucking one little hair I had noticed growing from my nipple in the past. Now several needles would be inserted deep and they told me I could even watch the whole procedure on the screen. Wow are you kidding me. I still remember the scene from Psycho in the shower. I never thought I would want to look at sharp objects going into a body again especially mine.

Well as it turns out there was very little discomfort from the needle that deadens the feeling in the breast but I thought since menopause I havenʼt had much feeling in that area anyway. Everyone at the cancer center was great. They must pay them a lot of money to create such a calm and peaceful setting. It was like a dream where you didnʼt want to wake up because everything and everybody was treating you so kind and so nurturing. I realized how selfish I was to think that I was the only one ever experiencing this. Itʼs not all about me I thought I am one of millions of women who have gone through this.

P.S. Infused some humor because that is how I handle life stresses.

Going home I felt numb not just in my boob but my whole body was in a state of shock. Things like this only happen to others. Then my mind starts thinking about all the families Iʼve met through hospice and I have just about given up hope for cure before the results even came back. At this point Iʼm just tired of ME. I think I went through all the stages of grief in the period of 2 weeks. I had to wait from Thursday till the next Tuesday to find out the results. Was it a piece of cake….not really it was several pieces of cake and a keg. My darling husband must have sent out an SOS to our relatives because my daughter-in-law and oldest granddaughter drove from Calif. to Sahuarita to spend Easter with us. Leaving the 3 other grandchildren and husband home alone on Easter. Wow did I feel the guilt. I was on my best behavior keeping all of my feelings to myself. Only by then there were hardly any feelings left.

I feel the guilt. I was on my best behavior keeping all of my feelings to myself. Only by then there were hardly any feelings left.

Then came the day of reckoning … like the jury had reached a decision and I was awaiting my sentence. I was totally amazed at how hearing that I did have a cancerous mass but it was slow growing and I would receive hormone treatment to shrink it before hopefully only a lumpectomy could raise my spirits.

All the prayers that friends said for me had been answered. I was afraid that God no longer listened to my prayers since I have used all of mine up at the casino praying for a royal flush.

Smack me in the face — I have had to come face to face with my mortality and it was a scary thing to do. I send my most deepest respect and admiration to those who have had to go through what I have experienced and did a much more honorable job of doing it than I did.

God bless all you women who have fought the cancer battle. I canʼt say Iʼve walked in your shoes — maybe just in your flip flops.

Love to all for your support.

That’s it for Melody’s letter. She’s begun treatment and is on her way as a cancer survivor. I’m looking forward to hearing about her progress, and when she shares her thoughts on the road to recovery, I will post them here. And again, Melody, thank you for having the courage and gumption to speak up, to speak out, and to share your experience. We’re grateful.

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Why Is Cancer Always the Drama Queen?

It’s probably happened to you ten or twenty times over the last decade. You’ve entered the realm of fictional cancer and cancer survival through media. You’ve witnessed the hero or heroine battling cancer from your perch in the fictional trenches. It’s on the big screen in your local movie theater. It’s in the TV special that has you glued to your sofa. It’s in that bestseller you bought at the bookstore. It’s in that short story in your favorite magazine. By the time you finish living through the cancer experience vicariously with the main character, you’re emotionally exhausted.

But here are two questions for you. Why do fictional cancer tales always seem to stick with the same script? And why is cancer always the star of the show?

Oh, I understand all about the perils of cancer management. And you won’t ever find me dismissing the cancer experience as “minor” or “a blip on the radar”. But why do we always seem to put cancer up on a pedestal in fiction, whether it’s movies, TV, books, or short stories? Does the plot always have to be about the disease? Frankly, I’m far more interested in the people, real and fictional, who survive the experience.

Some of the funniest, sweetest, feistiest, smartest, most compassionate people I know in the real world of cancer survivors would make fabulous characters in amazing tales. It’s not because they have cancer, but because of who they are as human beings.

These people have lives beyond their disease. They are lawyers who happen to be talented musicians, journalists who live to box, social media experts who love their dogs…mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, friends and neighbors who nurture fellow cancer survivors with some amazing outreach programs, — ordinary people who do some very ordinary things, even while they navigate cancer experiences as varied and as unique as they are.

If you were lucky enough to meet them, as I have been, the one thing you would not take away with you is the sense that life is a constant edge-of-your-seat drama. These are not hysterical, desperate people living terror-filled lives. Sure, it happens sometimes that things go wrong and inevitably another beautiful soul loses the battle. But for the most part, the cancer survivors I know are not afraid to speak up, to speak out, to take charge of their world. They make the effort to infuse their lives with laughter and love.

How I wish we could capture that spirit, that wonderful sizzle of spunk that often drives so many of these cancer survivors to live their lives out loud. How many times have I heard them say, “(BLEEP) cancer! I’m going to do what I’m going to do despite it! I’m going for it!” And that’s where the real stories of cancer can be found. Because so many choose to get around the obstacles cancer creates and achieve amazing things. So, why can’t our fictional heroes do the same?

One of the saddest personal stories I ever read was from a real breast cancer patient, whose treatment totally disrupted her marriage to a man she thought would be there forever. Like watching a train wreck in slow motion, I followed her tale and thought, “If only this doofus had some idea of what to expect from his wife’s cancer situation. If only he had heroes who had walked in his shoes and successfully managed to learn what to do and what not to do.”

To me, movies, television, and stories are the perfect place for us to find inspiration on how to live with cancer, but if we only see the terrifying tales of gloom and doom, we become conditioned to expect cancer to be a death sentence, a downer, a disaster. The truth is that for every life destroyed by cancer, there are many more that were saved by treatments. Shouldn’t our fictional characters share those experiences?

I was recently doing some research for a project I am working on as a mystery writer and I stumbled across something curious. Many of the writers who create cozy mysteries announce in their biographies that they are cancer survivors. Why is this? I have a theory. Cozy mysteries are all about people. We don’t like lots of blood and gore in our stories. We don’t like horrid characters who give us nightmares and do vicious things to our fellow human beings. In some ways, the cozy mystery genre is the perfect place to find comfort and happy endings for weary cancer survivors. Maybe that’s what attracts writers and readers to the genre. We want to believe that life can be good. We need to believe it, because we will take that inspiration and use it in our own lives, when we or our loved ones are diagnosed with cancer.

But it’s not only short stories and books that make a great platform for characters with cancer. Television and movies would be well served to utilize them. Why? Think about the people you know who have cancer. Think about the often profound changes they have experienced as they go through life after diagnosis. The truth is cancer changes everything. It’s that unexpected wake-up call no one wants to get, and yet when it comes, it often seems to shake us up in ways that are often unpredictable and unexpected. It’s not the cancer that makes people amazing. It’s what they do in spite of the cancer.

As for interesting characters, I can attest to the fact that many of the cancer survivors I have had the pleasure of meeting are inspirational and memorable. If you can keep your sense of humor after a cancer diagnosis, if you can maintain a sense of hope in the face of such terrifying news, if you can carry on despite the uncertainty of having too many lemons and not enough sugar to make lemonade, you’re probably going to have some great throw-away lines for any script.

The truth is cancer survivors are people who learn to live with the disease. They learn to manage it over time, to know when it’s time to get a “tune-up”, and even to expect that it might return at some point down the road. But as more and more cancer survivors go through multiple bouts of the disease and live to tell about it, our fictional tales should reflect this fact.

My hope is that one day, authors, publishers, scriptwriters, producers, and directors will come to understand that cancer shouldn’t always be the drama queen of a story. Sometimes cancer can be the fictional challenge that teaches a tenacious survivor how to get past even bigger obstacles. Or, better still, we can begin to treat cancer as the occasional footnote in our lives. For those whose cancer is caught quickly and wrestled to the ground, we might find fictional characters who use perspective and common sense to put cancer in its place.

Oddly enough, I think if William Shakespeare lived today, he would have done just that. Cancer would have been just one more challenge that his characters faced, some bravely, some cowardly, some with humor, but never without something interesting to share. I long for the day when cancer is not the lead player on the stage, but merely an act or two in a lengthy production:

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

From “As You Like It”, monologue of Jaques, Act II, Scene VII

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What Do Cancer Survivors and Diamonds Have in Common?

Diamonds…how do you make one? You bury carbon dioxide 100 miles inside the earth’s core and then you heat it to 2,200 degrees Fahrenheit. It’s all about high pressure and high heat. But a raw diamond isn’t really all that amazing, is it? It becomes something special when it is transformed.

Raw diamonds do very little to let in the light. They are obtuse rocks, chunks of pressurized carbon that don’t shine, glitter, or gleam.

Ordinary…common…plain.

The other day, I read a very touching obituary about a woman whose struggle with cancer began back in the 1970’s…forty years ago…four decades of battling this disease…can you imagine the pressure she faced to live her life in spite of cancer? This isn’t an undertaking for the faint of heart.

Cancer survivors live their lives under enormous pressure. They constantly rework the details of their lives around the disease, making the necessary accommodations that enable them to continue reaching their goals, even when they don’t know if they’ll reach them all.

It’s a myth that diamonds are unbreakable. Sometimes it happens. A tiny fracture, one that might exist as the stone is forming, creates a vulnerability that puts the diamond at risk. Sometimes if it’s struck at that vulnerability, it will crack, divide, or even chip. If the damage isn’t great, it can often be repaired.

Sometimes people, like diamonds, can break. No one is invincible. But the human spirit that chooses to rise above turmoil, that seeks to endure the unimaginable, often finds there is opportunity in wise design. Knowing our own flaws helps us to figure out our strengths and use them to our advantage when we construct, and sometimes reconstruct, our lives with cancer.

The myth about cancer survivors is that they somehow achieve greatness because of their experience with the disease. People expect cancer survivors to be extraordinary beings, super heroes who do amazing things because they have the Big C. In reality, cancer patients are human. Who and what they are is decided, not by disease, but by self-determination and wise counsel.

Cancer survivors aren’t all equal. Some are so overwhelmed by the rigors of cancer management that they lose themselves in the pain and uncertainty. Some stop living their lives. They lock themselves away and grieve for the time they won’t have, rather than living the time they do.

And some, despite being overwhelmed, in pain, uncertain, rise above the limitations of disease and move forward, upward, onward. They don’t do it because they have super powers, but because they gird themselves with courage they hope will hold them up. They are willing to take one little step more by drawing on their inner strength.

Most long-time cancer survivors can teach the world much about personal resolve, about what it’s like to find yourself knocked all the way back to Square One when you least expect it. Fighting cancer isn’t about sweating the skirmishes, but about surviving to fight another day. Seasoned veterans of the battle know that the first time you hear that diagnosis is horrible, and it never really gets easier to hear it again…and again…and again. But it sometimes happens. You do the best you can and you go on.

Some cancer survivors seem to thrive as human beings, and we often mistake this phenomena as a byproduct of the disease. Cancer didn’t improve them. Sure, it pressured them, heated them until they were sure they could take no more, but they CHOSE to transform themselves.

It takes a jeweler to see the beauty inside a raw diamond, to chip away the cloudy bits, to cut away the flaws, until it is transformed. Every facet of a well-cut diamond allows in light, and where there is light, refracting on those hard surfaces of the diamond, there is sparkle. But it is the human hand and the human eye that finds the beauty in the raw stone and turns it into a gem.

Every cancer survivor has the power to transform. Choosing the kind of life you want to live WITH a cancer diagnosis allows you to take back your personal power. That mindset, that self-determination in the decision-making process, is what empowers us as people to take what we have and make the most of it. If we believe we can find opportunities even in crisis, we will seek them out. And when we recognize them, we will use them to our advantage.

When selecting a diamond, most jewelers advise paying attention to the four c’s — cut, clarity, color, and carat. A good raw stone will yield an attractive gem in the hands of an experienced diamond cutter. It’s a matter of knowing what goes and what stays. The same is true for cancer management.

Long-time cancer survivors, honed by experience with the disease, often develop extraordinary clarity — they come to recognize their vision of what life should be and they work towards making it happen, even when there are obstacles in their way. They add deliberate color to their lives by being selective of time, energy, and desire. Things that don’t serve a purpose or nurture are cut away, until what’s left is the beauty they’ve created in a life touched by cancer.

To become extraordinary as a cancer survivor, it’s all about the four P’s — perseverance, personality, psyche, and passion. When you live mindfully, focused on what matters most to you as a human being, your determination makes you extraordinary, not cancer. Cancer is just the crisis that helped to form the rock. Without a master jeweler to cut and shape it, it is destined to remain just that…ordinary…common…plain.

You, cancer survivor, are the master jeweler, the artisan who will transform the ordinary into the extraordinary, the common into the remarkable, the plain into the magnificent. It doesn’t happen in an instant. You must work at it. You must become skilled and knowledgeable about the disease, about how to survive it. The more you know, the better your decisions will be. Seek out those people who have managed their cancer through the years. Recognize the efforts they make to stay on top of their disease and to maintain their quality of life. Let them share their wisdom with you, so that you, too, can be extraordinary. Fate brings cancer into ordinary lives, but ordinary people choose their own destiny. You can, too.

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Suzanne Whang — Still Feisty and Funny

Some time ago, when I wrote about her disappearance from House Hunters, a reader asked me what Suzanne Whang’s status was. This long-time cancer survivor with a few impressive psychology credentials to her name was still struggling to beat back the big beast. These days? Suzanne Whang is busy tweeting and posting. That’s good news for fans.

If you’re looking to find her and follow her on Twitter, her user name is @suzannewhang. Fair warning — this lady is NOT for burning. She’s not demure or dainty. She could easily beat back the toughest sailor on the waterfront with her salty language (Hey — cancer survivors HAVE to be tough!)

If you want to find her and follow her on Facebook, she’s Suzanne Whang:
Suzanne Whang on Facebook

Why do cancer survivors and those just starting out need to hear from her?  Because it takes real courage to fight a disease like this, and attitude is everything. Suzanne is NOT one to hold back on that front. That’s okay. Maybe, if nothing else, hearing it from her will spike your interest in not surrendering to this monster under the bed. You won’t be as afraid to confront the elephant in the room. And if you like to live vicariously, she’ll be happy to say all those incredibly rude, outrageous things you’ve been thinking. She might even get you to laugh. And laughter is always the best medicine for whatever ails you. There are real physical benefits from a belly laugh — you breathe better, your blood flows better, your mental health improves. But it’s what a good belly laugh does for the human spirit that counts the most. Rise above cancer, even just for a moment, and you are no longer in its grip. Set that disease aside and you get to live your life again because you choose to laugh, instead of cry. Take back the “remote control” on your life and fill it with mirth. You may not control the events you experience, but you sure control the replay action. Never forget that.

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