So. It’s been an embarrassingly long time since my last post – nearly a year, actually – and I want to truly thank the people who have been in touch to check that I’m still alive. I definitely am and I’m very grateful that you are checking in on me – I didn’t mean to be so inattentive, but ideas for blogs kept slipping into my mind, then back out again, and nothing would really stay put – so I didn’t post. But I did take a lot of pictures at the beach. Here’s one to get you started.
In an effort understand the inattention and so possibly tame the Dory Effect (watch Finding Nemo for more background) – aka me wandering off-point very frequently – we bought something called a Mendi device. Heard of it? Thought not. It’s based on the principle of biofeedback, which monitors the activity in the brain and it can show just how much you go off-topic when you’re supposed to be focusing on calming down/directing your thoughts etc. That’s obviously the abridged version. There’s no point me going into unabridged waters as I’d just be copying from Dr Google or the manual, both of which are boring, BUT it’s a cute little device consisting of a white headband (my Virgo Moon just loves that) which straps around your forehead and is linked to an app on your phone (of course it is). It’s the first version that’s available outside of a clinic setting so knowing that my mum loved using it at the Bristol Cancer Centre, many, many moons ago, I was excited to try it. Once I’d given it several goes myself I wired Stephen up so we could compare notes. I think that’s where, if there was even any doubt, the Mendi proved itself. Stephen is able to hold focus on a single project for literally hours, which is why he can play chess and I can’t. By the time I’ve figured out the next five ‘what if?’ moves I’ve forgotten where I started, so it’s pretty much game over before it’s even begun. He has 1, maybe 2 windows open on his computer and I usually have at least have 27, plus 4 social media accounts on my phone and 3 email accounts open at any one time.
Back to the device. Among other things, it measures how long you can focus on making a little ball on your phone screen move in a continuous upward direction. I was chuffed to bits that after several attempts I managed 27 seconds. First time out Stephen did 57 seconds and couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. We both played around with different ways of settling our minds while using it: reading, meditating, focusing on the breath, focusing on the little ball on the screen, not focusing on anything, and came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter what we focused on – so long as there was a focus. Which is where my (lack of) ability to focus showed up like a bright flashing beacon in a dark sky. Because try as I might, I find it almost impossible to keep my focus on anything for more than a few seconds.
Enter the Dory Effect. I’m sure this is familiar territory to anyone dealing with ADHD etc., but it was news to me in the context of the way my own mind works. It also completely explains my extremely poor memory. Case in point: at five years old I was chosen to play Wendy in the school panto of Peter Pan. I vividly remember sitting on the pretend bed in rehearsals with a teacher patiently reminding me of my lines. At least she started out being patient, but it soon became obvious that I was way more suited to playing Tinkerbell, who in this version had beautiful wings and fortunately no lines. That was the beginning and end of my drama career, so you can understand why I’m in complete awe of actors who can rattle off a Shakespearean soliloquy without even breaking into a sweat. I’m lucky if I can remember the point of my sentence, but I guess I’ve learnt to live with it. I must admit that when they warned me that chemo could affect my brain function I hoped that maybe, by some strange quirk of fate, it would actually help me, but that doesn’t appear to be the case. Enter the Mendi, where I can at least keep track of any changes in brain function. No jokes please.
So anyway, maybe now you can understand how the ideas for the blogs come and go. But in the background there has been a growing question in my mind. When I first started the blog it was filling a need. After my initial diagnosis time speeded up and the blog served as a means of keeping in touch so that Stephen didn’t have to spend hours on the phone every night keeping loved ones in the loop. Then it unexpectedly became a great resource for me as the posts touched down in far-flung places, as well as those closer to home, and messages of love and support came in from around the world. There’s something pretty wonderful about knowing that someone on the other side of the planet, who you will probably never meet, is sending you healing and good wishes. Funnily enough, before the idea of the blog took actual form, I had started writing everything down in a journal because I felt the need to pour everything out – but after reading back the first couple of vicious and tear-fuelled entries I decided that putting a lid on all that darkness wasn’t a good idea. I needed to release those words and give them the freedom to fly in the hope that as they took flight they would gain light and optimism and hope, and all those things I couldn’t feel as they poured out of my mind onto the keyboard.
And they did, and the blog became a crucial part of me surviving the treatment and moving forward into recovery. The genie was well and truly unleashed, so out of the sheer love of writing I continued the blog (more or less – currently less!) and went on to author two books – and life began to regain a sense of normality. It’s now an amazing nine years since the stem cell transplant and I find myself much changed. I’ve discovered that people have different coping mechanisms in these situations, and I remember reading that Jennifer Saunders simply put her cancer experience behind her. That was then and this is now. Door closed. Her words, not mine. But I feel that my own experience has informed the person I am now, and I actually like the added dimension of understanding – and hopefully empathy – it continues to awaken in me. I hadn’t realised that my own coping mechanism was to go deeply into my feelings as well as the background of all the medical stuff being thrown at me, and on the blog I could go as deeply and darkly as I wished. My blog, my rules.
But one of the other reasons I haven’t been writing very often of late is that I’m aware the blog was originally about cancer, so going off-topic isn’t relevant to the people who have found it whilst researching their own diagnoses. But then I guess if I move on to other things they can just start at the beginning and hopefully find what they need as they read through the posts – and possibly even follow me on through the twists and turns of this strange thing called life, which would be kind of nice. In the last few years I considered renaming it, or even starting a whole new blog about atrial fibrillation, as that has turned out to be my next fiend, but somehow that didn’t feel right, so here we are. Same blog, slightly different direction, but still the same me. Kind of.
There Have Been Changes in the last year. In the last blog I talked about starting a One Year No Beer challenge to give my heart a fighting chance of righting itself naturally. Alcohol affects our health at every single level of our being, and as by the middle of last summer I was on several medications and being referred for an ablation I thought I should do a bit more to help myself by completely dropping the chardonnay. Within a few weeks the results were very clear as my BP and heart rate were massively improved – but that clarity was like a layer of the onion being peeled away. I was shocked to read that the side effects of the drugs I was taking for fast, irregular heartbeat and breathlessness were… irregular heartbeat and breathlessness. I was not happy. My earlier blogs document my feelings about pharmaceutical drugs in general, so I’m not going to repeat myself here, but I did know that with the changes brought about by dropping the alcohol I could at least try to lower the meds. Long story short, I still have AFib, but it is much reduced and with my doctor’s blessing I’m off the ablation list and am now taking a low dose of beta blocker, and a natural enzyme to prevent the blood clots that can occur as a result of the irregular heartbeat. You can PM me if you want to know more, but suffice to say, I’m about a million times better than I was last year. Incidentally, as a part of this I have also started collecting the birth data of people who suffer or have suffered with atrial fibrillation and I need a lot more. If you would like to be included in the astrological study I’ll be doing, please do get in touch.
But I still have the persistent AFib so I’m clearly not there yet. In keeping with my apparent coping mechanism, there is a feeling of ‘what next?’ which also fits in with the Dory scenario. We all have stress, we all have triggers, and we all reach for that mug of coffee/glass of wine or go for a walk/run in order to avoid dealing with the uncomfortable feelings we don’t want to face – even if that feeling is boredom or a lack of direction. A while back I signed up for the Plum Village newsletter, and since Thich Nhat Hanh’s passing other Dharma teachers are coming to the fore. Senior Dharma teacher Brother Phap Hai has become a firm favourite and his book Nothing To It has helped greatly in my efforts to calm down and deal with life in tiny moments rather than worrying about it in big chunks.
The newsletter also introduced me to Sister Dang Nhiem, previously a doctor, whose life experiences led to her writing about recovering from trauma and the ways that focusing in on our bodies can help us to heal. See Flowers in the Dark: Reclaiming your Power to Heal from Trauma with Mindfulness among others. Possibly not actual news to a lot of people, but it’s the way she does it that makes the difference. That was a surprise, having initially thought I’d already bought the t-shirt on that one, as her gentle encouragement to probe ever more deeply made me realise how much more digging I have to do. Way back in a very early blog I wrote about asking which supplements I should take to help me get through chemo, and my beloved Swamiji suggested I wait and listen to my body to see what it needed. I remember writing with tears running down my face that it was screaming. Even remembering that is painful, but it just shows that our bodies will give us messages if we will only quieten down to listen to them. This brings me neatly back to Dory and Mendi and focusing, which we now know I officially find difficult. Using Sister Nhiem’s techniques I’ve learnt to tune into the sensations of my body and discover that there are many emotions – and of course memories – which exist below the irregular heartbeat, but I’ve found they are starting to lose their potency as I learn to gently accept them and send them love. The panic within dies down, and it’s become a beautiful and extremely powerful process which I actually look forward to, as each session clears a few more weeds from the path that leads towards better health. So there is progress.
As I’m in book mode, I’d also like to mention the absolutely astounding, everyone-should-read-it book by Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score. A big shout out to Swamiji for suggesting that one, and for showing me that everybody is carrying some form of trauma which is affecting their health. If you have the stamina for more intensity, In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts: Close Encounters with Addiction by Gabor Maté is unputdownable. Addiction isn’t just about drugs or alcohol. In the author’s case it’s about spending thousands of dollars on adding to his already overwhelming collection of classical cds; almost anything is an addiction if you can’t stop the behaviour at will and this lovely book offers much pause for thought.
So there we have it. You’ve had a whistle stop tour of the last year and are now more or less up to date. We all know I can write on forever, so I’m calling a halt while you’re still (hopefully) awake. I just want to add this: what I’m learning on this journey, which started with a diagnosis of lymphoma in 2012 and is currently hovering around the AFib/9-year mark, is that all roads begin with learning compassion, and starting with ourselves is by far the hardest part. It is also incredibly rewarding. Making progress in tiny increments expands into massive changes that are truly life-affirming.
Wishing you much happiness and love in your journey towards good health,
Mxx
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