A friend posed a link to this on Facebook – Everything Doesn’t Happen For A Reason
I was thunderstruck… it hit me hard and in the gut.
So, I think my hang up on being told “life is tough, get a grip” was that I interpreted it to mean that I had no right to grieve.
Now, I have no idea if that was the intent of what my mother told me, but it most certainly came across to me that way.
And created and angst that permeated everything… I still have a hard time wanting to trust her or my aunt with anything related to how I am feeling and how I am doing. I suppose, since they are family, that I need to get past that, but like all matters it will take time.
However, being told it was OK to grieve began that catharsis my body was looking for. I am reminded about how I felt when, after a year of trying to figure out what was wrong with me while I was in college, a weird circumstance led my physician and I to a diagnosis. That relief, that it was Valley Fever, was intense. A huge high, one that allowed my doctor and I to make better decisions about my health care. This included my attending a mindfulness based stress reduction class. That class was a game changer for me, and I have never regretted taking it.
So, now that I was armed with permission to grieve, I did and I am and I feel ok about where I am and where I am going.
I have chosen to continue advocating for cervical cancer and the HPV vaccine. That there is something that can help prevent this from showing up in young women (and young men, in terms of other HPV related cancers) is something worth being willing to talk about.
Last night I was able to attend a local chapter of Dining for Women and was asked to speak about Cervical cancer, HPV, and the Amazon basin. This is the program that DFW is supporting this month; DB Peru. The organization did their work in researching it, I loved everything about it and what it wanted to do.
I had such a great time talking with these women. I was invited by a friend of mine through the Junior League of Phoenix. This group had been meeting for nine years, and I could see why – they were funny, a bit irreverent, celebratory… they had everything that makes something work as done by women.
I wonder if I should work on getting a chapter started? Any takers?