National Breast Cancer Awareness Month - Words of Hope
October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. To help raise awareness, the National Cancer Institute has also designated two specific awareness days during the month: Metastatic Breast Cancer Awareness Day (10/13) and National Mammography Day (10/17). In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Day and Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Deb Chitwood from bitsofpositivity.com shared this word art freebie based on Emily Dickinson’s words of hope. I love it. Hope you like it too.
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Gathering Fertile Hope
Time to hear from someone besides me. I'm tired of me this week. Tired of my own thoughts, my own words.
Enjoy the words of fertile hope from those much wiser and eloquent than I.
If the word God disturbs you in any of these quotes, just substitute any word that feels more appropriate.
If you don't believe in hope or miracles, consider this: the photo image on this blog was taken with a camera on a phone, no filters, no zoom, no special lenses.
Happy Weekend~ And a special call out; Happy Birthday to my younger sister, Laura Rosenthal, also known as Orly Ellen Rosenthal, may the sun shine down upon you today of all days.
“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
― Shel Silverstein
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson
“The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
“Hope," Frank grumbled. "I'd rather have a few good weasels.”
― Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune
“True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.”
― William Shakespeare
“There is a saying in Tibetan, 'Tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.'
No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that's our real disaster.”
― Dalai Lama XIV
“I cut an inch off of every straw I see, just to make the world suck a little less.
― Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title
“Hope is not about proving anything. It's about choosing to believe this one thing, that love is bigger than any grim, bleak shit anyone can throw at us.”
― Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith
“I inhale hope with every breath I take.”
― Sharon Kay Penman, When Christ and His Saints Slept
“A great hope fell
You heard no noise
The ruin was within.”
― Emily Dickinson
“We should ask God to increase our hope when it is small, awaken it when it is dormant, confirm it when it is wavering, strengthen it when it is weak, and raise it up when it is overthrown.”
― John Calvin
“When you're at the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on”
― Theodore Roosevelt
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Angels of the Sandy Hook Tragedy
“If you had not have fallen, I would not have found you……Angel Flying too Close to the Ground”
Almost a year ago, tomorrow, 26 individuals got their Angel Wings early. The hole that has been left behind, in our hearts and souls, still remains barren. The sadness felt worldwide, the loss of innocence was devastating. I was not directly affected by the Sandy Hook tragedy, not with the loss of a child, but I am a mother, and the effects that have resulted are quite profound.
I have tried to move through this last year and carry on as we are supposed too. Somehow, at odd times, I have come to halt, in place with special and not so special moments. My daughter scores a goal in soccer; or listening to my child’s infectious laugh and laughing so hard I cry. Then I think I am so lucky, ”I have my kids, and they are safe…” I am seeing and watching them grow, and again I get sad because that is only for now. We never know what is ahead of us, just what is behind us and what occurred on that cold December day is only in our rearview mirror, the day might seem father away, but it is closer than it appears…
A Visit to Victoria Soto’s Park in Stratford
I went to Victoria Soto’s Park in Stratford. It’s beautiful and pink and it is “Where angels play”. My daughter loved it, probably because it was pink. I loved it because I felt something there. I think I felt the presence of the angels and I know that they were there. I rode every slide with my daughter and I laughed all the way to the bottom. We swung high on the swings. I felt the innocence, I felt joy.
The Tragedy in Newtown - A Few Things to Remember
The holiday season is upon us and so is the year anniversary of the tragedy in Newtown. Hopefully we remember a few things:
1. Take your time
2. Enjoy the moment
3. Make sure to never leave your kids without saying you love them
4. Above all, be kind to others
We all need to be better people and try harder because they are watching us “The Angels,” so live your life like they are watching, in ways that would bring joy and peace…..
This is a quote I found on a tree at the park:
“Shine your light down on me,
Lift me up so I can see,
Shine your light when you’re gone,
Give me the strength to carry on….
~Our Thanks to Jocelyn, RMACT Team Member and Nurse, for this blog
December 14, Remembering Newtown CT
December 14, 2012, lives were altered forever.
On Saturday, the anniversary, I will say prayers twenty-six times. I will do the Sun Salutation series. Twenty-six times.
I will dedicate my day to the town right next to mine, living through the first anniversary of being without their loved ones.
Photo 12/14/12: rkramer62, Flickr Creative Commons
I will hold the day in reverence for the first responders who showed up to see such horror. To all the members of the community who first prayed, then hoped, then finally grieved and mourned. I will hold this day sacred for those mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, family members and loved ones who lost, without any hope of finding again, such a large part of their heart.
For those of us who can only imagine the pain, deep down into cells and atoms, we offer our shoulders, our sympathy, our strength, our hope.
How is it possible not to see the world as a brutal place when such a brutal thing was perpetrated?
Tragedy in Newtown - One Year Later
The outpouring of love has been tremendous. And yet more shootings have taken place; more people have died.
We wanted the tragedy in Newtown to stop massacres. It hasn’t.
Today, we remember. We pray. We hope. We continue to grieve. We love.
Newtown is a loving, thriving, grieving, and hopeful community.
Saturday is a day to remember. To pray. To grieve.
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Fertility Prayers at Ladies Night In
We drew pictures in Ladies Night In at our Danbury meeting on Tuesday night.
It wasn’t my idea, although if you knew me well, you could have been right that it was my idea. It just wasn’t this time.
It was Carrie Van Steen’s idea. Give credit where credit is due.
Carrie was inspired by one of our brave ladies who suggested praying to the “Ovary God”.
In twenty-five years working in the field of infertility and fertility treatment, I never heard of or thought of an Ovary God. Or Goddess.
I kind of love the idea of one.
After all, why not?
Kokopelli, Fertility Deity
Kokopelli is a fertility deity most commonly associated with the Hopi tribe from the southwest. He was also a mischief maker. I never liked him. I never wanted to put my fate in his hands. He was too impulsive and too nonsensical.
I think I like the idea of a female God/Goddess directly related to the ovaries more then Kokopelli.
A generous, sweet, compassionate and funny Goddess.
All that and more.
If I get to design my own Ovary Goddess, then I make her purple.
And very, very lush.
If I were going to paint my Ovary Goddess, then I would use squishy, mushy, pliable oil paints with lots of medium. Lots and lots of layers of paint. I’d make her complicated and very simple and basic at the same time.
A Fertility Goddess for One Thing
A Fertility Goddess designed for exactly one thing. Creating an opportunity of new life. A possibility. Not a certainty.
Just a hope.
A hope with a lot of power behind it.
Not a gratuitous hope; a hope with depth and strength and resilience.
A hope with a physical form; one that occupies a space and place, with a specific shape.
Maybe your Goddess wouldn’t look like a physical ovary. Maybe your Goddess would take on some more spiritual or esoteric form.
I know one thing for sure.
An Ovary God or Goddess would not be punishing. No matter what you may think or be afraid that you deserve, no Ovary God or Goddess would do anything but their best.
We each get to create what we believe in; what we put our faith and hope in.
I chose to put my faith in a God and Goddess that support and love me.
What about you?
What does your Ovary God or Fertility Goddess look like? What do they act like?
Can you believe that creating something to believe in will support your fertility efforts?
If nothing else, believe in yourself.
I know I do.
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Tools for Finding Infertility Hope
Infertility, for me, was very frequently a huge pity party. I felt every pang of not becoming pregnant, every bit of the loss of another month or year of not having my family. No pregnant woman walked by where I did not feel the hit right between the eyes or more, right between the heartbeats.
Less frequently, I saw the blessings that flourished around me, even as the fertility treatments kept on going, unsuccessfully. I often did not notice the beauty of the day or the steadfastness of my husband, family and friends. Rarely did I enjoy what was available each day; a bit of beauty, a lovely meal, an appreciation for a conversation.
I had an interesting conversation the other day, in regards to this.
With my sister. My younger sister, who is one of my closest friends and who at times can be a complete idiot and, at other times, can be utterly brilliant.
One of her most brilliant moments, via text message is below. The details don't really matter all that much, although they are kinda funny. Still, what a brilliant answer to my question.
Consider that the only differences are those of perspective.
It was a good reminder. I've held onto it ever since.
I can choose how I see things. And when I make choices, it affects how I feel.
Rose colored glasses make the world seem brighter. Green colored glasses make it seem more vibrant. Yellow ones make it all sparkle.
The Role of Gratitude During Fertility Treatment
Hope colors infertility and fertility treatment. So does gratitude.
Perspective is the difference between a nice time and a nightmare.
What’s hopeful for you today?
What are you grateful for?
If nothing comes to mind, look out for it. Make a list.
Here's mine for today, so far:
A Gratitude List
1. Cooler, unmuggy weather
2. The cat sitting on my lap as I write
3. The email from Nora yesterday about Angie spending so much of her day translating into Spanish so that our patients could have the comfort of hearing things in a way that they truly understood
4. Hearing the birds
5. My husband's bright smile this morning, accompanied by "I love you"
6. You! For reading this blog
Make a list. And for me? The more miserable I feel, the more frequently I note what I'm grateful for and write them down.
I'm grateful that tomorrow I get to write another blog.
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Lessons in a Fertility Garden
The word fertility has such a sweet sound to it. When I think about the word, it conjures up growth; soil freshly tilled, turned, weeded, ready to be seeded and planted.
A few summers ago, I worked with a group of my friends on a piece of land lent to us by an elderly farmer, instead of joining a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture), which is a way of getting fresh produce each week from a farm.
Photo: Flickr Creative Commons (Southern Foodways Alliance)
You make a commitment in the beginning of the season, pay a certain fee up front and then get a weekly amount of veggies/fruit/herbs; whatever is ripe that week. That summer I got the privilege of working on the farm itself.
This was not a twenty foot square garden. I am talking about a 5 acre farm (tiny for a farm, but rather large for a garden). To give you an idea of mass, a twenty foot garden is 400 square feet. Put into perspective, one acre is 43,560 square feet; our "garden" was five times that size.
The idea behind the work was to grow enough vegetables for the families that were involved and for the different churches, homeless shelters, temples, etc. that help people in need. This part of the project particularly touched my heart as I heard about more and more people struggling in our economy.
So I spent 6 hours a week rolling around in the dirt and mud. We did everything by hand and used no pesticides. Weeded and mulched; back breaking work. Lots of fun too. An excuse to get down and dirty, easier to get dirty and get the work done. By down and dirty, I do mean, down. On my knees, because it saved the back, crawling around in the rich, deep, fertile soil.
What a miracle the planting was. These tiny little seeds that you could barely see in your hands. I admit, that for me, seeing is believing. Believing those tiny little seeds would grow, not only into a plant, but into food, was a true leap of faith for me. I know that this is how things grow; I have a garden at home and grow plants and flowers. It is still always a miracle that something that looks like a poppy seed grows into food and nourishment.
A Leap of Faith to Create A Baby
This is just what you are doing in trying to create a baby. Preparing your body, heart and mind to be as receptive as you can possibly be. That's also what you do when you take that leap of faith. Faith in yourself, faith in your partner, faith in your doctor and practice.
I know that you are doing everything you can to create a healthy, happy, calm place for a seed to grow. While you're at it, let hope grow along with that seed. Let the hope grow just as straight and true and strong.
And please do let us know how to help. It's what we're here for.
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Infertility Hope: Right in the Struggle
I am inspired by the weather and the earth's movements and changes. You all know that.
Spring abounds with images and reminders of rebirth, reawakening, budding and flowering.
Just when winter and cold seem too long (although perhaps not this winter), everything turns brighter, more colorful and achingly more vibrant.
Hope that this fertility treatment cycle can work. We know it can. We believe it can. We hope it can.
Navigating Fertility Treatment
Fertility treatment often feels like a roller coaster, complete with slow, sometimes scary ups and devastating downs. Then add those twists and turns of unexpected news and rescheduling--so yes, roller coaster fits how fertility treatment can feel.
I'm inspired by hope and a more gentle approach these days.
Roller coasters, yes, could be just the right metaphor for fertility treatment.
Here's another one, though.
Looking with Kindess at the Fertility Process
How about the flower emerging from the earth? Taking it's time, getting ready underground, waiting for the warmth of the sun. There is no sign of the flower all winter. Yet, it's resting in the healthiest of ways, having stored the nutrients it needed during the fall.
That flower is not impatient, it responds to the rhythms of the earth. The days that have more hours of light, the temperature rising, the rain rather than the snow. It sends down unseen roots even while emerging so slowly that it's invisible to the human eye.
Perhaps it's a kinder way of looking at our fertility process. That it unfolds slowly, just the way that it's supposed to, in it's own time and with the right conditions.
Perhaps it's a kinder way of allowing ourselves to conceive.
Perhaps a kinder metaphor is watching a river winding it's way within it's river banks. It moves in one direction and then for reasons sometimes unseen, the river changes direction. Sometimes it's obvious, there's a boulder in the way and the river has to go over or around the boulder. Sometimes it's not at all obvious.
The Face of the Two Week Wait
I love to see the hope in the faces of women in the two week wait. Hope that this is the time that the sun will shine brightly enough and that flower will peek it's head out.
Hope that the river will wind it's way around, seeking the most fertile ground.
Braving the naysayers is not an easy job. You know the ones... the people who tell you every reason in the world why something won't work. Every problem that could possibly come up. Every problem that has ever come up in the history of the Universe.
I hope yesterday I wasn't one of those people. I talked yesterday about what we don't know about our reproductive systems, infertility and the simple fact of our biological clock. I talked yesterday about choices, that sometimes we make them without realizing that we are doing so.
Truthfully, we are inundated with information. Bombarded is another good word for it. We are told constantly by the media about all the health issues, news issues, economic issues, environmental issues and they all need our attention immediately, right this second.
Isn't reproductive health just one more on a long list? I do have an answer to this question! And that answer is no. It's not one more thing, on the same level as volcanic ash, global warming, economic downturns or any other less personal, very important piece of the world.
It's the body that we live in. It's the world that we need to take care of, be aware of, and listen to, first and foremost. It's our piece of the world that we need to be educated about and responsible for. Reproductive health and maternal aging; our possibility for conceiving has its own lifecycle. Those possibilities begin when we first start to menstruate and end when we enter menopause. Realistically, most of us don't want to conceive when we first start to menstruate; most of us wait quite a few years past that. And just as realistically, on the other side, conception becomes more difficult as we approach menopause.
Here's a comment to yesterday's blog that perhaps says best what I appear to be bumbling around in the dark trying to say:
I was just having this conversation with some friends (all over 35). We were discussing how little educated we were about age & infertility. We are all highly motivated career & academic women, but yet we never really took the time to get the facts. We knew fertility decreased, but never really looked at the stats! As successful women, I suppose we just assumed we could make pregnancy happen (knowing we might need some help, but never considering/imagining the potential emotional & financial tolls). Looking back now, I wish I had known the facts earlier in life, although I don't know how that would have influenced my career decisions. How do younger women get educated today about age & infertility? Seems like the only mechanism is at the individual level & how curious a woman is to ask? Are there any campaigns or initiatives out there to get women better educated (thru GYNs/other)?
And the bright, bright, shiny news is that there's help.
That's the take away message I want to make sure that you hear loud and clear. Yes, we will and are working harder to make sure that women understand their reproductive lives and options. The bright, shiny message is that there is such wonderful help available for those of us who need it. Wonderful fertility specialists (reproductive endocrinologists), highly successful medical procedures, and lots and lots of babies that are coming into this world. A positive, wonderful message.