Breast Cancer

In case you missed it, Alana Sheeren invited me to participate in her Transformation Talk series a few weeks ago, where I shared some of my personal story about my journey through cancerville and how I developed my wellness program, 12 Principles For Living Well With Cancer.

For information about the program or questions about healing together, email me at mynde [at] myndemayfield [dot] com. If you’re reading this via email, click through to my website to view the video.

Deep optimystical bow to Alana for having me & the opportunity to share!

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Goodbye 2012

December 31, 2012

Where hurdles and sprinting turned into waltzing in the rain with a bald head.

Goodbye 2012. Goodbye to worrying about the things I used to worry about before May 4th. It all pales in perspective to the worry that would try to consume me, especially in those first three or four days of learning about the very real cancer in my left breast. And later on, my right breast also.

It’s hard to believe it will be eight months on January 4th and I’m not done yet. I’m close, not in-the-home-stretch close, but close enough to say it.

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At the end of 2011, when my watchwords (creativity, honesty & soulful purpose) for 2012 appeared, I had no idea just how much they’d become companions for my journey through Cancerville.

Even though Fall has officially begun, I want to talk about how I spent my summer, and how creativity has shown up as part of my journey to wellness.

Most of the other people I’ve met in Cancerville have a challenging time with the notion of giving grace in the face of this difficult diagnosis; referring to cancer as a beast which conjures up ideas of noble fights and merciless warriors focused on destruction of the enemy. Destruction, enemies, fighting… do not feel or sound like Love to me, but fear.

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Your Tits Or Your Life

September 12, 2012

Where I start getting more real & honest about this wild bucking bronco I’m riding called my life.

Writing mostly for myself, inspired by others on the journey who are telling their stories honestly & directly. I write because I can, and because I’m tired of waiting for “the meaningful post” to declare itself in my head as worthy enough. My life is already worthy enough for me to write it down and share it with those who care to read/listen and join me in the massive circle of Love & support we all deserve, whether faced with cancer or not.

Writing this blog installment with my good friend, Q-bug, hugging my cancer.

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Ready to talk about your cancer journey in a safe place? If you’re interested in shifting some of your own personal stories around health & wellness, the optimystical way I see things—is my gift, my superpower—that I’d love to share with you. If you feel you’d benefit by it, visit my coaching page for more info.

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Music That Saves Me

July 18, 2012

My music playlist for the bi-weekly trips to chemotheraphy. I have a category just for music on my blog because that’s how much I love it. And it does save me every time.

A song can be timely even when it’s not popular. I love artists with rich lyrical content. I love music that helps me say what I need to say or have been unable to say until I hear the song.

Many of these songs are about rallying my own personal troops of positivity. I imagine all the people in my life who love me and are routing for me stomping their feet to Gwen Stefani’s Holla Back Girl when she sings “fire it up!”

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“So how’s chemo going?” she asked. “How are you feeling?” I told her the truth. My truth. We all have one. They are the stories we live.

From the start, it was easy to see that around 90% of the people going to this support group are telling themselves all the same story.

It’s comprised of elements of what’s reflected to them from an external world. A world that says, “This is truth.”

The world’s story about [breast] cancer goes like this…

[ intentionally left blank so you can just be with your own thoughts and watch them race by like Malibu Grand Prix drivers in the finishing straight away bearing down on the checkered black & white flag. ]

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Full Moon Indian Guide

The moon was so bright, that it backlit the trees. And of course, as I played in MagicHour last night, trying to get a nice enhancement of the clouds and got ready to post to Instagram (the flare was not produced by a filter), I noticed the face in the tree (check around 2 o’clock if the moon was the center of the dials).

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eyelashes

June 29, 2012

On Wednesday, I had a personal moment. while in the bathroom applying my mascara, the thought crossed my mind for the umpteenth time.

“they’re all gonna fall out.”

and i felt my chest heave up. my nostrils flare open. i was sucking it in.

eventually, you have to let it go. and i did. my breath. and a ton of other girlie thoughts about them.

At my first oncology visit, the nurse practitioner was gazing over the doctor’s shoulder as he did the standard health check on me. gently pressing his stethascope into my chest, she stood behind him looking directly into my eyes.

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Inspired by Havi Brooks, I’m gonna do a Friday Chicken. I might even ask her if she’s still using her turquoise wig, well because, it’s cute & I’m gonna be bald here real quick-like.

Anywhoodles… this is an update from Cancerville. Ya ready for cancer my way?

Sunday was Father’s day. I sailed in Long Beach with my dad. What can I say? Bliss. And just the way I thought a girl should spend the day before her first round of chemotherapy.

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“I ended up knowing who I am and understanding that I was meant to be here; that I have a purpose.”~ Vince Voong (coaching)