Holding on to Hope – Improbable but Not Impossible

I’ve heard before “sometimes hope is all we have.”  I believe it.  I’m an adult but, at times, have the childlike hopefulness to believe when there seems to be no reason to believe.

I got my kids some snow scooters this past Christmas, but we haven’t seen enough snow this season to use them.  Every forecast of snow came and went with only a dusting of snow.  It seemed that it might be time to put the snow scooters, and all our snow toys, in “storage” until next winter and look forward to springtime games.  My winter boots were ripped and I thought I should get rid of them, but held on thinking they could be useful in case we got that one snow enough for snow games.

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As we approached the start of spring, with a forecast of snow, I was doubtful; thinking I should write it off like the other few almost snowstorms.  Last night, we got a little more than a dusting, but not enough for the snow toys.  I woke to clear streets and much of the same.  But, at 8am this morning, almost to the minute of the forecast, it began to snow steadily and then heavily.  By noon, we had more than enough springtime snow to use our snow toys.

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My kids had fun but, truthfully, me, the big kid, probably had the most fun.  A day I thought I wouldn’t see for a few more seasons arrived later than expected, but gave me the thrill and excitement that, as a child and an adult, I’ve always loved.

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Meteorologists said we haven’t had a recorded spring snow like this in about 50 years.  Glad I didn’t get rid of my boots.  Glad I kept hoping.  Improbable, but not impossible.

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Melanie A. Nix – Triple negative breast cancer survivor.  Resilience Coach and Reconstructionist™ chronicling life after a breast cancer diagnosis.  Sharing my musings on the life lessons I’ve learned from the wild ride of the highs, lows, ordinary and extraordinary in every day.  Living my manifesto, Soul of a Survivor, and always striving to color outside of the lines when defining my new normal.

Be Careful When and Where You Park

For many, the last 1-2 weeks have been holiday, downtime or vacation.  Many are off from work and school, some have vacationed and others, hopefully at least, have reduced their workload and to do list and relaxed a little.  As I prep for return to work and my kids getting back to school, back to a busy and often extremely hectic schedule, I’m mapping out my week and planning for meetings, school events and getting my plans together.

I’ll admit that I normally am running late or just on time.  This is the result of me trying to squeeze in one last thing; a habit I’m working on changing.  With me running late, I generally find limited parking options and pull my car in wherever I can, jump out and walk/jog/run to wherever I have to be.  And if it’s a crowded meeting, I usually get the worst seat where I can’t see or hear very well.  Consequently, when my meeting is over, I often have to “remember” where I speedily parked my car.  It’s a time waster and my car is usually a bit further away from where I am because the close-up spots are “reserved” for the early comers. 

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But this summer, my kids attended a new camp.  Every day, during pick-up, I’d watch the traffic pile up which created a longer wait and more difficult time to get back to the main roads to get home.  Because I had to pick up my kids before the end of my work day, I needed to get them quickly to get back to work responsibilities.  I quickly devised a plan.  I would get to camp a few minutes early to get a prime parking space.  I started parking my car in the same spot every day.  I always pulled in, turned and park in the direction headed toward my next appointment.  The space where I parked was out of the heavy traffic and allowed me to quickly pick up my kids and bypass the traffic to get on the road. 

The process was so smooth and efficient that I’m working to adopt it in my other planning.  Somewhat simple, but impactful lessons, especially as I prepare to WIN 2017.  There’s a path that I want to take.  I need to be parked in the best space that will allow me to be prepared and ready to move, sometimes quickly, in that direction.  Traveling a little earlier will allow me to avoid bottlenecks.  The best parking space has several advantages.  I’ll keep this top of mind.  Be careful when and where you park.  Moving forward.  Ready. Set. Go!

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Melanie A. Nix – Triple negative breast cancer survivor.  Resilience Coach, Reconstructionist™ and Health and Wellness Advocate.  Always striving to color outside of the lines when defining my new normal.

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World Cancer Day 2014: Cancer is Busy, We’ve Got to Be Busier

Yesterday I had my oncology check-up.  The waiting room was packed, almost standing room only.  All kinds of patients.  Some were there with family members and caregivers; some alone; different ages; different races; some with full manes and some with glistening bald heads.  As I sat waiting to be seen, I kept thinking something that I’ve thought many times before: cancer is busy.  But, we’ve got to be busier with deliberate and decisive action.  We must be constant activists and change agents to find cures, vaccines and eradicate cancer.

Melanie A. Nix – Triple negative breast cancer survivor.  Always striving to color outside of the lines when defining my new normal.

Playing the Game, Managing the Clock and Surviving Triumphantly

Have you ever watched a sports game where the score is close near halftime and after halftime unbelievable plays are made, a previously losing team outscores their opponent and shockingly wins the game?  Or, have you ever turned on the news or looked at the cover of a major newspaper or magazine and seen the story of an underdog team that forces a game into overtime, enough time to be triumphant?  One of the consistent messages you’ll hear when the team is asked “how’d you do it?” is “we kept playing, managed the clock and believed we could win”.

As a triple negative breast cancer survivor, a fifth generation cancer patient who has experienced the devastating cancer losses, the words of winners resonate with me.  I’ve often viewed cancer as a formidable and undefeatable opponent.  There is something that I call the dichotomy of cancer, while surviving you can feel at one moment invincible and a moment later feel completely vulnerable wondering if cancer could strike once, could it strike again, harder and with ultimate finality.  I’ll never know what my final outcome will be, but I know that I’ve learned the best way to face cancer, to survive on my terms, is to do what the underdogs do in the Big games, to make the big plays that count, believe that I can win and use all of the time on the clock.

When I was diagnosed at the age of 38, I looked at my life similar to a basketball or football game, with four quarters and maybe possible overtime.  I marked my breast cancer diagnosis as my halftime and decided that I’d do everything in my power to make sure that my next two quarters (or last half) would be played with vigor, that I wouldn’t spend a minute on the sideline, playing every minute of the clock.  However, during my five years of surviving I’ve had a slight change.  Playing doesn’t mean that I have to be physically active every moment of the game, but I do need to be constantly working on my winning strategy that does include time outs (see 1/2/14 blog A Restful Mind and a Recharged Spirit in 2014).  But, I’m now looking at more of a baseball paradigm, a game that has nine innings, a seventh inning stretch (break time yay!) and can go into extra innings.  My strategy is to manage the clock by extracting all that I can out of every minute, prepare for a lot of innings, even force some extra innings and survive victoriously.  And I’ll keep playing hard because I believe I can win.

Melanie A. Nix – Triple negative breast cancer survivor.  Always striving to color outside of the lines when defining my new normal.