Why do guys always stare at women's chests?

I'm making a general assumption that my title for this post is very close to accurate although I know there are some men who do not fall into this category at all...but hey, I don't know if it's just me being more self conscious lately or what, but almost every single guy I've come into contact with over the past few months has done this....case in point, today it happened again.

It was time for our quarterly bug treatment. Our regular guy was sick so they sent a substitute. When I answered the door, I was face to face with this big guy...probably 6'5" tall. I was looking him straight in the eyes when he introduced himself but almost immediately, his eyes traveled to my chest. Haha, I thought to myself...you didn't get what you expected did you? Instead of seeing a voluptuous woman, you saw a concaved chest. I had decided not to wear my prostheses today. (I don't usually wear them when I'm at home by myself. They're just too uncomfortable.)

Don't get me wrong, the guy wasn't a pervert or anything from what I could tell anyway...he was just your typical, run of the mill guy. I don't know if all guys are wired to react this way or what but I do know that men are visual creatures.

Wouldn't it be funny if women were that way too? I bet guys would feel really strange if we immediately stared at their crotches when we were introduced to them...no, on second thought, they'd probably be really flattered and it could get ugly really fast.

You may be wondering why I'm writing about something so silly today but I just thought it odd that my chest was more important than my face. I wonder what he was thinking after he glanced down to my chest and found it boobless.

We did have a nice conversation while he was here and I even gave him a music CD that he enjoyed listening to while he was working. (I usually have a peaceful CD playing in my CD player during the day because I enjoy the mood it creates. He commented on it and asked what I was listening to so I felt led to just give it to him) I think that surprised him more than anything.

Well, the incredible boobless woman strikes again! I'm not able to leap over tall buildings in a single bound, but I can shock the socks off of an unsuspecting stranger with kindness! That will teach you, Mr. Exterminator, to keep your eyes locked on your customer's instead of allowing them to float down to her chest. Some women would have slapped your face, but I slapped you with a nice gift. Okay. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. The end.

© bonnie annis all rights reserved

Rainy days and Mondays

Karen and Richard Carpenter

The Carpenters were one of my favorite groups back in the early 70's. Their mellow songs could transport me in a sea of calm faster than anything else in the world.

Karen had such a sweet, gentleness to her voice and Richard, her brother, sounded just as kind. I loved watching them perform together. I'd never seen a woman drummer before and Karen was amazing! They had such a chemistry and it was evident that they loved and cared for each other deeply. That was one reason I loved them so...I always longed for a relationship like theirs. 

So many of their songs became instant hits...but one of their songs, always bothered me...not because it wasn't popular, but because of the message. Rainy days and Mondays is the name of the song that struck such a deep chord within me and today, although it's not a Monday, that song came to mind. 

It's been raining here for the past two days and it hasn't let up. All next week, the weathermen are predicting even more rain. I'm hoping they're wrong because this dreary, rainy weather has been making me feel really down in the dumps. I'm not one to get depressed easily so I don't quite understand why I'm feeling this way. Old hurts have surfaced and I just want to sit and cry. Why do we find such comfort in throwing our own pity party? I had to ask myself this question today and I got an answer. 

As I thought about why I was feeling so down and alone and like no one cared about me at all, I could almost envision Satan laughing at me. I could just picture him getting pleasure from my misery. And as I began to think about it even more, I realized that Satan’s strategy is devastatingly simple and effective. He wants us to live in regret of the past and fear of the future, effectively robbing us of the joy of today. 

When it's overcast and rainy, it can be very depressing because it can cause us to become introspective. Often, when we're looking inside ourselves, we become overly critical with things we don't like and that causes us to become sad or discouraged. It's hard to accept the things we can't change or the things we have no control over and that's where Satan tends to prick us. He loves to accuse us and tells us lies about ourselves because he knows if we begin to believe those lies, he's gained a stronghold in our lives. Instead of believing the truth of who we are in Christ, we wallow in self pity. 

When I find myself sliding down the slippery slope of depression, like these rainy, dreary days invoke, I make myself realize that listening to those lies is very dangerous and detrimental to my health. If I don't cling to the truth, I can easily slide into a pit of despair. So how do I combat dreary, depressing, rainy days? Let me tell you.

The first thing I do is put on some upbeat music...something that makes me want to dance! Music has the power to change my moods very quickly. After I put on my happy music, I open ever window blind in my house. I want to let in as much light as possible. Even on dreary days, there's some light outside and letting as much of it in as possible really helps. The next thing I do is remember and quote Scripture out loud. Here's a verse that often helps me: 

The LORD is my strength and shield.
I trust him with all my heart.
He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy.
Psalm 28:7

After listening to Scripture verses, I call someone who can offer me some encouragement. I don't necessarily tell them I'm feeling down in the dumps, but often, they can hear it in my voice and just know I need some loving kindness.

By  the time I've done all of these things, I'm starting to feel much better. The clouds of gloominess have faded away and that spirit of depression is gone. Rainy days don't have to get your down, but when they do, look for something to make you smile. Count your blessings! Every day is a treasure. A heart of gratitude is one of the best ways to dispel depression. And if you don't know any of the Carpenter's songs and would like to listen to an upbeat, happy one, may I suggest you listen to "On Top of the World"? It's a good one! You can hear it by clicking here. 

Listen to Rainy Days and Mondays here.

Listen to the Carpenters Greatest Hits here. 

Lyrics to Rainy Days and Mondays:

Talkin' to myself and feelin' old 

Sometimes I'd like to quit, nothin' ever seems to fit
Hangin' around, nothin' to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong, feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around, some kind of lonely clown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
Funny, but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny, but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me
(The one who loves me)
What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
(Talk it out)
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
(Hangin' around)
Nothin' to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. 

©bonnie annis all rights reserved

Life is just normal

It's Wednesday, just another ordinary day of the week...hump day. The weekend is almost here and today has been a good day! I woke up! I heard the birds singing and saw the sun shining through my window. When my feet hit the floor, I realized, "hey! I am alive!"

I got a shower and got dressed, ate breakfast and checked my emails. I put a load of laundry in to wash and unloaded my dishwasher...routine, every day, normal things that I do every day and I was happy to do it!

My daughter came over to visit. We went shopping and then went out to eat. We laughed and talked. Nothing exciting, just normal. NORMAL. I never knew how much I liked to hear that word, but it has suddenly become one of my favorite words.

The dictionary defines NORMAL as "conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected." And that's exactly how I want my days to be from now on, just normal. I don't want anything fancy or elaborate, normal is enough for me. 

So many days since my surgery have been abnormal...days of tests and appointments...days of treatment and medicines...days of discomfort and tears. I'd almost forgotten the normal days, the mundane days, the days of routine and comfort. I never thought I'd say I was just happy to have a normal day but I am!

Medical appointments are getting more and more spread out now. My calendar actually has some holes in it these days and I'm thankful. I don't have to go see the oncologists every month as I did after I was first diagnosed, instead, I go every three months and that's helping me get my life back to normal. I'm starting to plan more and look forward to things again...normal things like holidays, birthdays, vacations. 

I'm starting to pick up my hobbies again...painting, sewing, writing, drawing, and jewelry making. I'd put all of those aside for months but now, my life is getting back to NORMAL and I am doing things I enjoyed doing B.C. (before cancer.)

It's nice to finally start to focus on things other than cancer for a change. Who knew it could be wonderful to just look forward to a nice, ordinary, normal day? I certainly won't take them for granted any longer. I'll welcome them with outstretched arms and enfold them into a tight embrace. Oh, life is good...so very good...and I am so thankful to be alive!

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Learning to accept plan B

Yesterday was a tough day...I'll admit it without any reservation. The more I fought against my physical limitations, the more they proved to me that they would win, and they did. I didn't like it one bit. I pouted and sulked. I was mad. I wanted to do what I wanted to do and when I wanted to do it! I was acting like a spoiled rotten little brat and while I did cross my arms...I didn't stamp my feet.

It's rough to have to learn to accept plan B, but today, I've decided that if I can't have plan A...the plan that I worked up in my own mind of all the things I wanted to accomplish in one day, then I'd have to learn to settle for plan B.

Today was a plan B day although I didn't know it when I woke up. I had thought it was going to be a plan A day. Even before my feet hit the floor, I'd made a mental checklist of all the things I was going to accomplish today. I had so many things on my list that I had to make myself eat breakfast first so I'd have energy just to begin working on my list and after I'd eaten, I got busy.

For about an hour, I began working on the first item on my Plan A checklist. When I accomplished that task, I smiled and got ready to begin the next task. I was on a roll! I was so proud of myself. Today wasn't going to be a day like yesterday, it was going to be so much better! But just as that thought slipped out of my brain, I got a text that changed everything.

It wasn't fair. I had been working so hard and doing so well. Now I had to drop everything and do something for someone else. Plan A was being tossed out the window and as it was sliding out, just underneath the window sill, I tried to grab it by the tail and hang on...

For the next 2 hours, I worked on the project I didn't have on my checklist...the one that came to me in a text. It was urgent and had to be done today. It was for a family member who was at work and couldn't take care of the project on company time. Love won out. I agreed to do the project out of love and that was why plan A could get away from me.

When I'd finished the project, I noticed it was almost 1:30. I hadn't eaten lunch. I was hungry. As I at the table eating my sandwich, I tried to formulate plan B. I could feel my arms already swelling and getting tight...just like they did yesterday. I knew I wasn't going to be able to accomplish plan B either...well, not today anyway. Maybe I could work on plan B tomorrow.

And so, I was reminded of a verse of Scripture. "Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the LORD that will stand." Proverbs 19:21. I can plan and plan and plan but my plans won't always come to fruition. Sometimes I can accomplish the things I set out to accomplish and other times, I can't. For a type A personality, an overachiever, people pleaser, gotta get it done now kinda person, that's a hard lesson to learn. But maybe God's teaching me that it's okay to let plan A go and that sometimes, plan B is a much better plan than plan A was to start with!

Several of my friends have sympathized with me saying, "you just have to get used to your new normal." What is a new normal? For me, I've yet to find out but I think it's going to include learning to understand my physical limitations and accept them. It will more than likely include learning to rest when I'm tired and learning to say no when I need to...that's a hard one for me! I don't ever like to tell someone no but...the people pleaser in me has now died. I know it's okay to set boundaries. They're healthy and necessary. They protect me from overextending myself.

So, Plan A...you were so grand and so wonderful. It was an honor to work with you while it lasted but now, it's your turn, plan B....whaddya got??? Will your list be much shorter? Will it be more simple? Will it involve less detail? Hmmm...I just might like you, Plan B, if I can just get used to you. "I'm sorry plan A," I say as plan A slinks out of the room with a huff.

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Lymphedema sucks big time! (forgive one more rant, please!)

I wish this was going to be a sunshine and roses post, but it's not, so be prepared. I'm not usually a grouch monster but today, I can't help it....I have a good excuse.

This will be a very short post because my arms are extremely swollen. I was trying to do some sewing today for my grandchildren and was making a good bit of headway until my arms started swelling. I took a little time away from my sewing machine to do the manual lymphatic massage and got the swelling down enough to put on my compression top. After putting it on, I went back into my office/sewing/craft room to resume my projects.

The compression top was extremely uncomfortable and I haven't worn it in a long time so it was rubbing underneath my armpits. It was really tight and I wanted to take it off, but knew if I wanted to keep on sewing, I'd have to keep it on. I managed to wear the compression top and do a couple of hours of sewing before giving in to defeat. I had done all I could do and I knew I had to take off the top.

About the time I was realizing my limitations, my husband came in from work. He's always so sweet to me and started chit chatting about his day. I burst into tears and told him I had to get this top off right now. I reached up underneath my t shirt and unzipped the compression top. I unfastened the hook and eyes and undid the Velcro, pulling the compression top off in one quick motion. What a relief to have that torture device off!

My arms are so swollen now that I can't do another thing. Hubby tells me to go put them up on pillows and rest. I'm so frustrated. I can't get used to being unable to do the things I used to do...lymphedema sucks big time and it will never, ever, ever go away. I'm stuck with it for the rest of my life. Isn't it enough to have your breasts removed? Did I have to end up with non-stop swelling too?

© bonnie annis all rights reserved

Art therapy and writing class

Today was Cancer Wellness Center day for me. On Thursdays, they offer an art therapy class and a writing class. I've been trying to make myself get out and attend the classes because I know it's good for me to have fellowship with other ladies. It's fun to be around them and just enjoy laughing and talking with them. Even though the classes are a fun, creative outlet, I'm amazed at what they bring out of me emotionally.

Today we worked on another tissue paper mosaic. Tearing the colored pieces of tissue paper was monotonous, but while we were preparing our medium, we had some good conversation. I got to know a couple of the ladies a little better as we talked and found out that I was the youngest one in the class. I was surprised about that. The other ladies looked about my age but they were in their mid 60's and 70's.

We worked for about an hour and a half tearing and gluing, gluing and tearing...making a water scene from blues, purples, blacks, and greens. They we added in some oranges and yellows for reflections of leaves. As we were working, I realized I wasn't thinking about anything except putting the next piece of tissue paper on my canvas. It was so relaxing and methodical.

Before I knew it, it was time to clean up. Art class was over and we were told we'd finish up next week. Where did the time go? It had flown by! There were jiblets of tissue paper all over the tables and on the floor. Spatterings of glue were flecked here and there. I took a sponge of hot water and began wiping up my area. After it was clean, I left for lunch.

One of the other ladies asked me to join her for lunch in the hospital cafeteria. I had no idea where it was, so I followed her there. It was a nice, open area with a salad bar, hot bar, drinks and desserts. I opted for a salad since I'm trying to eat healthier. During lunch, we talked about our diagnoses and treatment. I don't guess I'll ever be able to get away from having to share my journey.

Lunch ended and it was time for writing class. It was a small class today, just the instructor, myself and another woman. The journaling prompts were pulled out again and I chose the first one from the jar. It was a thought provoking prompt and we all got busy writing. It was fun to hear the different thoughts as we each read our journaling aloud. It's funny to me how we could all hear the same prompt and all have very different opinions as to where it should go and how the story should end, but that's what makes writing so unique.

We worked on several journaling prompts and then listened as the therapist read from the book, The Song of the Bird, again. I don't like that book very much because it's so New Age, but the therapist likes to use it for some reason.  I tried to weave my faith into this assignment to counter the New Age principals. Hopefully, the therapist will come to know and respect the fact that I'm a devout Christian.

When class was over, I said my goodbyes and headed home. In the car, I realized I was pretty tired. I don't understand how it takes so much out of me every week to just drive to and from class and be at the wellness center for 4 hours. I keep wondering when I'm going to get my strength back.

Through generous donors, the cancer wellness center can offer programs that cater to women going through different stages of healing. I'm so thankful for those people who give so generously so we can reap the benefits. I'm building up quite a portfolio of artwork and my creative writing skills are growing exponentially! Maybe one day, I'll get that book written...

©bonnie annis all rights reserved

Forgive me for complaining

I am so tired of waking up with huge, swollen arms! This Lymphedema sucks! Every morning, I have to get up and do manual lymphatic massage on myself just to be able to move my arms. The swelling has gotten so bad that I'm having to buy shirts in a much larger size just so I can get my arms in the sleeves. I don't mean to complain, really I don't, but can't my life just please return to a pre-cancerous state??? Is that too much to ask?

Nobody told me how crappy it would be after having lymph nodes removed. My breast surgeon did elude to the fact that I MIGHT get Lymphedema but she didn't think I would since I was only have 2 lymph nodes removed in my left arm and 4 removed in my right arm. Apparently even having one tiny little lymph node is enough to disrupt the whole lymphatic system and cause Lymphedema. 

It's hard to describe how it feels, but imagine, just underneath your skin, there is an accumulation of fluid. The fluid swells and gets tighter and tighter...so much so, that you feel like your skin is going to pop and split wide open! The swelling impedes movement and is quite painful too. It's not a once in a while thing...when you have it, you have it for good. It doesn't go away. 

My body is already a mess. When I look at myself in the mirror, I wonder how my husband can still love me. I have no breasts. I have huge scars across my chest. I have scars from the drainage tubes they put in after surgery. I have tattoos from the radiation clinic that they used to line me up under the linear accelerator for treatment and also, I have fat, swollen arms. Have you ever seen a Sumo wrestler? That's what I feel like when I look at myself. 

This morning, the swelling was exceptionally worse than usual. When I use my arms a lot during the day or I do any kind of lifting, it exacerbates the Lympedema. It took me about twenty minutes of manual massage to get the lymphatic fluid dispersed throughout my torso so I could put on a shirt. After going through my closet, I finally found one that I could wear. I guess I'll have to donate the shirts that don't have large sleeves to Goodwill and start buying new ones that will accommodate my balloon arms. I do have my Lymphediva sleeves that help compress my arms and aid with the swelling too.

It's so frustrating to have to deal with this physical challenge on a daily basis, but I'm just going to have to accept it and move on. I just needed a chance to rant for a little bit. I'm not normally a negative person. I hope you understand. Surgery doesn't remove all of the challenges, in fact, it creates even more of them. 

I am thankful for the medical advancements that are available now to those of us who've been afflicted with breast cancer. We have so many new and wonderful techniques that can buy us time. Cancer does maim, kill and destroy lives but it's up to us to choose to be thankful to be alive and continue to fight. 

Yes, Lymphedema sucks and yes, I don't like it one little bit, but...it's something I have to live with so I'd better just suck it up and move on. Thank you for allowing me to complain today...it's just been one of those days.