Can I still complain about cancer?

I spent yesterday as a participant in ValleyCare Medical's "Cancer Spa Day" at one of our terrific wineries here in the Tri Valley, in Livermore. What a location...peaceful, pretty, quiet, and nurturing. As I was driving there I thought, "I should be home voicing my scripts, oh well, I will give it a try".
I came away with overwhelming feelings about this disease and those that have been afflicted by it. I don't want to sound like a martyr, but damn it, this disease is horrible....
We started by introducing ourselves, devulging the body part affected and giving the date of diagnosis and where we are today. After hearing over 20 people tell their stories....I couldn't help but notice how each one could still reflect on the details...the moment they were told, the numerous misdiagnosis, the runaround, the frustration of living with all the side effects, the anxiety that now resides in our psyche and the tears that still were shared after years of the diagnosis.
What those don't know who have never had cancer, is that, the patient has long term scars..we might be up and around  and you might think because we are out of chemo, we are all done..but everyday there is a reminder, whether there is nueropathy(the numbness in our feet, hands, calves,arms), lymphodema(the swelling of legs or hands or arms),the permanent altering of our physical capabilities( can't run, can't ski, can't dance(!)), feeling anxious when there is a new test to be taken, it never goes away.It is exhausting.It sucks, it is all because of cancer and how they treat it.
I don't want to tell people how I really feel, that's negative, but it's reality that all those changes happen. Counselors don't even get it.Unless they've had cancer, but often they don't.We cancer survivors compare it to PTSD, it is trauma, every step, appointment, and change in our body is trauma. We lose parts, we lose what was. It is a loss, and it creeps up on us daily.
When will Doctors get it? When will they embrace the psychological impact of this journey? And stay in touch in aftercare, not just coming in for the quarterly bloodtest, but really providing comfort in all the fear we carry around with this?I can only hope the new Doctors and Nurses that go into this field will put themselves in our shoes. Having lunch with the participants, and sharing their stories deeper, floored me, in how many of us, were left to figure out aftercare after the chemo drip or radiation treatments have stopped..
I hate what cancer has done to me. So when you see a cancer survivor (mind you,they have just survived their treatment regimine) know that they are carrying dozens of side effects you don't even see, it's not all over, it never is, I think because of that, I CAN complain about cancer!

Anniversary dates and Cancer

When the new calendar year is just around the corner, I perform the task of transfering birthdays and dates to my new office studio wall calendar. The one date I have been transferring for the past 4 years is this . years ago last drop of chemo in my system It is worth celebrating, and worth taking a moment to ponder on. The journey was insane, I have never felt so much fear in my life, well, aside from jumping out of an airplane to tandem Skydive for a Radio stunt. Really?!? Chemo is relentless. The taste, the warm juice felt flowing through my blood weeks at a time, the beeping sound of the pump hooked to my port that would drip the chemo in me for 48 hours after my 4 hour infusion. The incredible weak state it would leave me in for days at a time. My dear friends that drove me, dropped me off and the 2nd friend who picked me back up. Some friends sat with me the whole time. My husband only did it once.I don't think he could handle watching me wiping away my tears for the entire 4 hours on my first infusion...and hearing my nurse say gently, "Can't we get a little smile out of you today Trish?"...no. No. No....I couldn't smile during that, I was on a mission to just get through it. I would look around that room, all of us patients with blankets over us to keep warm as we were always so cold, and participate in the small talk about their cancers, and if this was first round or 2nd. Yes some have had 2nd rounds...I ask myself that, if it ever came back would I go through chemo again....I don't think so.....the flood of feelings are too much. Everytime I have to go back to the same office for my routine quarterly blood work, I watch the patients slowly walk out from their infusions and my heart aches deeply for them. The journey just can't be forgotten.So here I am 4 years later, and the scribble on my March 23rd date is "4 years last drop of chemo in my system" Hallelujah for that scribble. Thank you to Adam, Jeff, Marcia Bergendahl, Denise Croghan, Mike- my brother, Liz Connolly, Cheryle Silveira, Karen Sorenson, LauraJean, Eme Aqua, Lori Fabianic, Bobbi Cauchi(shared that martini on that last day!), Erin Goldsbrough(who brought me to Boz while in chemo treatment and arranged for me to FINALLY meet him!) JoAnn Manchester,Phoebe and her family, The Valley Christian Football Moms, my cousins, my Aunts, my other brothers, my radio colleagues, the FB well wishers, all my friends who sent cards and checked in on me, visited me at the hospital, damn you pushed me, and it was good. Now I am finally participating in my long overdue cancer support group and yoga for cancer patients classes, and remaining sympathetic to anyone having to endure this crappy disease. This week I will stop procrastinating and make all my routine appointments for this year, and try not to get lost in the yucky-ness of all that it reminds me of...instead I will push through and I will stare at that square box on my studio calendar and smile at that scribble: "4 YEARS AGO FREE FROM CHEMO!" Thank you God for my life today.

The Christmas Photo Cards project

I did something very interesting this past week which unraveled a new project that took me down a a very bittersweet memory lane. I decided to purge my Christmas photos to create a gift for Marcia. It's a 4 decade friendship. So there was the idea...gather all the Christmas photos she sent me through out the years and hang them on this small iron desktop photo tree.She loved her birthday gift and all who were at her birthday celebration loved thumbing through the photos laughing at the outdated hairstyles, and the outfits and the stories behind every picture. But my Christmas photo books were left with huge gaps and that wasn't going to fly for me. Tonight I sat at my kitchen table and moved the photos so that each page was filled.The memories all came flooding back. There before my eyes were changes and many of them sad, and many of them funny. I saw families who are now divorced and wondered what did happen. What was going on behind those fixed smiles in those photos? I saw families who I don't see anymore and I wonder why. I saw new babies and the families grow each year as they continued to send their Christmas greeting cards with their photos in them. I saw people who passed on and are no longer with Me, some way too young to be gone and some who were in my life since I was a child. It was sad to see them and I missed them all over again.Some of the photos had the letter on the back of them and so I read what I could-as many of the cards had to be cropped in order to fit in my Christmas Photo Books, I saw bits and pieces of the stories, and knew first hand as much as the writer made it sound like everything was okay, I knew personally the year really was pure hell for them. This project has affected me tonight.Good? Bad? I am not sure. I loved that I was included in their Christmas card list, I loved seeing the kids growing and the husbands looking irritated with thiose "really this pose is lame" faces on,I feel sad that some of the families are not together anymore, but then again, we are weeks away from Christmas and the photos will start arriving in my mailbox and I will warmly collect them again, and add them to my new Christmas Photo book I have to begin filling...so I wonder what will I write in my Christmas letter this year and what photo will I decide to use to update my friends and families with, I guess it really doesn't matter. I guess what matters is just sharing our lives with each other no matter what the story is .

Blessed to be voicing

Haven't blogged in awhile. There's so much technology, it's all I can do to keep up on my emails, check in on Facebook, and post a few of my commercials on my Youtube channel. Blogging is theraputic though. I used it to process my cancer diagnosis, all the while voicing my daily voice overs. Amazing what something you love can do for the soul isn't it? I am still on the microphone daily, and feel damn blessed because of it. I joined a Voice Over Talent Bank finally, but find it crazy how many will audition when 50+ have already auditioned for the $125 spot...it can't possibly work that way. Fortunately I made a promise to myself, answer 5 a day, as long as I am the first 10. Sure enough I booked 2 gigs! So I have found a way to continue my daily client orders and stray a bit into the unknown territory. I've devised a little method to increase my contacts.... I save my scripts then scour them to find out the production companies name and the Producer who is seeking the right voice for their project, then search for them on LinkedIn and ask for the connection invite.It is never ending, and that's the way I believe it should be to stay ontop of it in the Voice Over biz. I've only booked 2 gigs through my Agent this year, but I correct myself as soon as I think "only", because to allow that small ounce of negative thinking for one moment is a huge no-no for me..I booked an AARP piece and a Kaiser piece and one of them I was recording in the infamous Fantasy Recording Studios! Talk about a dream come true. If those walls could talk.It was a Voice Over experience I will always remember. I continue to dream for that National, damn I want to land one of those , you know the one that will give me residuals. That would certainly be one of my bucket list's check off item.My friend tells me it's out of my hands. it's in God's hand, so I am to tell God everyday, "God I am yours today, do what you need to do with me" I can't figure out why he is holding out on Me, I just can't figure it out. So I continue to take in these accomplishemnts feeling blessed and have to trust it will come one day. I am blessed to be voicing, I am blessed God gave me the voice I have and the perserverence to keep going at it.

Cancer takes my radio colleague

Damn cruel cancer. I didn't have cancer when I started working with Steve Bise. He had cancer and was dealing with radiation and chemo and all it's ugliness...but he was quite humble when I asked him about it. My parents both died of cancer, so I knew how scary it was, and how to offer consoling words...but then in 2010, after I lost my gig at the station, I was diagnosed with the disease....and now Steve was checking in on me. Steve and I worked together at KKIQ, KUIC and KKDV- a cluster of Adult Contemporary stations in the SF Bay Area. I hosted the For Lovers Only show week nights. I loved it, and Steve loved that I would drop in some of my own music...that is a no no in commercial radio, but the show was taking off like wild fire. He loved music as much as I did and knew there was more to musc then the commercial playlist of our radio stations!No matter how many years a jock is on the air, when that first break is about to be made and the mic is going on program and potted up, the adrenaline rises. The high is there. And Steve was on the other side....he was at KUIC in Vacaville and I was at KKIQ/KKDV in Pleasanton, it was triple casted, so when I was ready to pot up, Steve would talk to me in cue, and the sound of his mild calm voice always put me in the place I wanted to be. He always paid me a great compliment in support of the show. It was truly magical.We stayed in touch via Facebook and I always asked him about his health, and he began checking in on me about mine. His cancer came back, and found it's place in his bloodstream. We messaged each other one month ago...I didn't like the sound of what was going on and we both agreed..."that damn cancer"! We both understood it all too well. But it got him. The services I attended for him today were beautiful. He was a wonderful co worker, friend, brother to his siblings, a great husband and a terrific dad. cancer is cruel, and it took my radio colleague.I am so sad, he was an angel and is one now....it still just isn't fair....Damn cancer!!!

Yet another (!) procedure related to Lynch Syndrome

Today was scary, emotional, draining, another reminder, and just one day that I am glad is over.Yes I know other people are going through just as trying times, 2 of my dear FB friends lost their Moms this week, my cousin lost her Mom weeks ago, my childhood friend is fighting cancer, my radio colleague died, my other radio colleague lost the love of her life. Their day was probably just as emotional, maybe they have more days like my solotoday...yet I just had my limit today. 2010 my crazy year, uterine cancer AND colon cancer. Colon Cancer sending me into chemo. Having 5 medical procedures in 6 months, traumatized. Is it called post traumatic syndrome, or who the hell knows what it is..but I know today I cried a few times. Out of fear and out of frustration. Cried after the nurse couldn't get a vein and when she did, it was messed up...cried when the anesthesiologist introduced himself andthen he saw the IV wrong, removed it and found another one. Thank God successful. Maybe it was after I started reciting the "Our Father" prayer...lol, then there I was with my eyes darting around the room looking at all the machines and gadgets and scary things. There were so many of them!!...and then i thought "this is all because of my Lynch Syndrome"...this all because I had colon cancer. I am here because the last polyp found was a flat one on the intestinal wall, not a good place they say. so this is a safety procedure with all it's risks...and I am going through all this. It took all day, on a rainy Friday when most were working and doing other things.I fasted for 2 days starving and then drinking that nasty liquid, vomiting horribly, and fighting back tears then, thinking, Screw this stupid procedure, I should cancel, but I had to push through, and I did and Thank God it is over. I think it all went well, I will wait for the final results...I am so exhausted. so of course i am looking forward to resting on this rainy Saturday, and anxious to get on the mic and voice my spots....one thing I know for certain, that always makes me feel better!!!

The Voice Over callback

To book a gig is euphoric. To get a callback is hopeful. Leapfrog called me back!!! My direction was superb from Kevin. I get ahead of myself...and begin thinking "if I get this, I'm in"! It's a feeling I want to hold onto. An educational game for young girls...oh to book it! It's an area of voice overs I want to grow in, this is my opportunty. I decided on the way home to play my positive thinking CD...There I was repeating everything they say, and realizing I am not practicing positive thinking as much as I should. I need to get into my vortex....get to that place that is buzzing with alive feelings-the place I use to be in whenI was chasing my Radio dream. I remember it all so well...feeling so hopeful it would vibrate my body. That's where I need to be with my voice overs, that is where I need to get myself to...I love that place, it's the vortex, it brings results....I believe I can really do this.