Finding breath and beauty amidst the storm

Category: Finding Breath

All the colors

November! Red, burgundy, and golden leaves, orange pumpkins, and, where I live, often gray skies and white snow.

I recently learned that November also sports a white ribbon – for Lung Cancer Awareness Month.

Unfortunately, I learned that because a friend was diagnosed with lung cancer earlier this year.

A NON-SMOKING friend.

Through the diagnosis and subsequent testing, she learned that there is a genetic mutation that results in many types of cancers but most frequently lung cancer…in non-smokers.

Cancer is hard enough. I imagine having to share a lung cancer diagnosis is doubly hard. Our first thought hearing someone has lung cancer is, “Well, you must have done this to yourself,” right? Because only smokers get lung cancer.

Except she didn’t. Because she isn’t.

This came out of nowhere, a random and very cruel mix up in a gene.

I know what that’s like because a gene not doing what it should have done is the reason my son has epilepsy. It’s the reason I wear purple multiple times a year (including November, which is also Epilepsy Awareness Month).

My friend has a great sense of humor and has used that as one of her tools in this new battle. She hates social media so sends emails to keep us all updated and peppers them with humor.

A recent one read, “As a show of my appreciation for your support of my lung cancer fight, for lung cancer awareness month coming up in November, I’d like to get you a Fu** Lung Cancer shirt so you can show your support of f****** cancer everywhere.”

A sentiment I totally understand because I’ve used that word in conjunction with epilepsy a time or two…but didn’t think I should wear it in front of my 13-year-old. She kindly understood and said she’d find something else.

Fast forward to a package in my mailbox (because we live in different states) and a shirt with a white flowered-lung design on it.

White. Purple. Pink. Red. So many colors for so many diagnoses.

But what do those colors really signify? Those colors are reminders we aren’t alone in the diagnosis. Those colors literally show us that someone else is walking this painful, scary, heartbreaking path right next to us.

Even when I can’t be right next to her.

The current’s pull

Photo courtesy of Edward Goode, imagoscriptura.com

World spinning.  Loss of control.  Head going under…  I asked a social media friend recently for a suggestion on an image to pair with my post on anxiety.  He not only gave me a suggestion; he gave me his photo!  Actually, he offered me several but when I saw this one, I saw in that current what I felt in my post.

“We are no longer going to be doing what you do and are terminating your employment.  Your last day will be…”  After that I didn’t really pay attention.  It wasn’t surprising news but it was still shocking to receive.  I was part of a 40% reduction in the HR department so knew not to take it personally. But I still took it personally.

I loved what I did. I was good at what I did. I hired people – of course they were going to keep doing what I did. How could I not take that personally?

My job was my source of income and benefits. I was single, had house and car payments, and had recently started grad school (this job being how I planned to pay for it).

My job was also my source of identity, many friendships, and self-confidence.

All of which instantly evaporated and blew away on the breath that had uttered, “We’re no longer doing what you do…” 

I knew the HR game as I was HR. I had just spent 6-8 weeks of 13-hour days helping my R&D managers decide who they had to terminate.  A RIF, it’s called.  A reduction in force.  Permanent job loss.

According to one site, “The reduction in force leads to cost savings, eliminates redundant positions, and streamlines business operations.”* They caution it may negatively impact the company’s reputation.

Hello, it also causes anxiety and panic attacks for its employees!

Such as the day I was driving from my grad school internship to campus for class.  I can still remember exactly where I was when suddenly I couldn’t breathe. My lungs just froze. Or maybe my brain froze and no longer knew to tell my lungs to breathe. I couldn’t even force it – and trust me, I tried.

The grief of job and relationship losses, the financial stresses – they certainly were difficult.  But I think the biggest blow was to my self-confidence.  I couldn’t keep the job I knew how to do.  How did I think I could do this internship, succeed in this program which was a completely new field?  I had wanted to become a therapist so enrolled in a local clinical social work program.  I wanted to share with others those tools that I had learned just a few years earlier in my own therapy work to pull out of the pit of depression.

Amid learning how to help others, anxiety suddenly swirled into my head.

Anxiety is more than worry. It takes over not just the mind but the body too, like the ability to breathe.  That swirling current stole my breath.

A few weeks ago, my husband recalled being sucked into a rip current off the shore of the Outer Banks in North Carolina.  He was 7.  He was on vacation with his best friend’s family and, thankfully, the father had just instructed the boys what to do in a riptide.

Don’t fight it.  Relax and go with it until you get to the end of the current.

Fighting the current is why people drown.

He survived.

And I realized that’s how I’ve learned to survive anxiety as well – recognizing I’m in the current’s pull.

That’s always the first step.

Panicking more only worsens the inability to breathe.  I lose when I fight it.  I need to relax.  I need to remember I am actually getting oxygen even when it feels like I’m not.

Thankfully, I had practiced yoga, breathing exercises, and meditation for many years by the time I lost my job.  So, like my husband, I knew what to do in the event of being sucked into the current.  Unlike his experience, anxiety isn’t a one and done event.  I knew what to do the first time it hit…but I’ve had to do it over and over.  And over.  Every time that anxiety current rolls back over me.

Even with knowing what to do, the current’s pull can still be terrifying.  It took my husband quite far out from shore.  But he relaxed and was able to make his way back.  I can make my way back from anxiety, from panic attacks as long as I’m paying attention to the current around me.

It doesn’t mean I never end up in the current anymore but it does mean I know that I can survive it.

I can breathe even in the current’s pull.

Always talk to your primary care provider about anxiety symptoms.  Moderate and severe anxiety benefit from a combination of talk therapy like Cognitive Behavioral Therapy and medication.  These links offer excellent self-care practices to help you manage your anxiety as well.



*https://www.randstadrisesmart.com/

Just breathe

I realized today that I have been holding my breath for four years.  Yes, I’ve obviously taken in oxygen but not with my body really moving, not taking a true deep breath.

I realized this while laying on my side on a massage table as my friend used a type of bodywork called craniosacral therapy on my back and ribs.  We thought she was working on tightness from my shoulder surgery and wearing a sling.  That is until she moved to one spot in particular on my right (non-surgery) side and, as it softened, I had the thought, “That spot hasn’t breathed in four years!”  I was seriously giddy as I left her house.

An hour and a half later, my lungs are still suddenly taking deep breaths, like they just can’t believe they are actually free.  To celebrate, I decided to try a little cup of gelato that’s been in my freezer for weeks…and as I ate (the whole thing, sorry family), my right arm would just float up in the air with the spoon.  I don’t know ballet, but I’m pretty sure that’s what it was doing.

Here’s the thing: I know how to breathe.  I can do it in my sleep.  I also know how to encourage my body to calm down, breathing into my abdomen and expanding my rib cage.  I just taught a breathing exercise to two other women recently, for cripes sake!  And yet, I wasn’t really breathing myself.

I’m done listing our traumas.  I have written about many of them on ComeSoAlive.com, so if you’re just tuning in, you can find them there.  But they need to float away just like my arm was doing.  Like balloons, it is time to release them.

Smiling for the camera

I went on vacation this week. Well, a staycation. Ok, I spent a few hours relaxing on my deck. But I nursed three mugs of tea and just sat. It was amazing!

I have tried for ten minutes to figure out what to write. I type, then I delete. Because, I finally realized, that morning was so relaxing that I just really can’t write about it. Writing about it feels like it makes it work and that morning was not about work at all.

So, I’m going to share a few of the pictures that I took over the course of 2 1/2 hours of sitting on my deck – a very quiet, still time that calmed my body and started to restore my soul.

I enjoyed just being present to what came into my backyard. To the little gifts God sent my way that morning. I hope you find a few moments of peace as well. And maybe a chuckle about the squirrel that Cody thinks was smiling for the camera.

The secret of the healing power of beauty is learning to receive it as a gift.

John Eldredge, “Get Your Life Back
“Look! He’s smiling!” said Cody when I showed it to him.
I finally captured an upside down nuthatch!
My staycation selfie
My amazing accommodations

An extraordinary ordinary day

“Is this Carrie?” a voice asked on my phone as I was making supper. A voice calling from the hospital across the street from me.

I answered yes at which point he introduced himself as the ICU critical care doctor.

“I’m calling to let you know Chuck is still having trouble clearing secretions in his throat. We are getting ready to do another bronchoscopy.”

“Ok.” Because what else could I say? It was the second time they had had to clear his lungs in 24 hours since being extubated after the stroke.

“If we need to do another one tomorrow, we will have to do a tracheostomy to help him breathe.”

LIFELINE FRIDAY – Making space for restoration

My pastor’s sermon Sunday was about restoration. He asked, “Would you like to be restored? Put back together the way you were meant to be?”

He also asked,”What if the Scriptures were actually true and that God actually is in the restoration business?”

Do we live like we believe that is true?

I just read a blog post today titled, “Restoration Areas.” Rev Darth (as he calls himself on Instagram – isn’t that a great name?), found restoration among family, friends, and creation in Colorado this week. He also found a book of photos of the Rockies and meditations in which the author wrote about restoration areas in parks in one devotion.

“What looked to be a hopeless situation was simply a garden waiting for the opportunity to thrive.”

Erik Thomas Stensland, Whispers in the Wilderness

In his blog, Rev Darth also wrote, “[Restoration] is creating space for that which has become tired and worn to grow once again.”

Boy, does that hit home this week as I have been forced to slow down despite our fundraising concert for epilepsy on Sunday! How can I rest when I have so much to do? So, I gave it to God and rested on my couch all day yesterday.

Details got planned, questions were asked and answered via email, and we sold 30 tickets in 3 days – all while I rested.

What if we actually lived like God can restore. If we gave Him the space to come into our tired and worn places to grow a thriving restoration area. We probably can’t even imagine how beautiful that could be.

Here is the link to the full blog post “Restoration Areas” if you would like to read it.

A life of freedom and abundance

I don’t know anyone who has died while serving in the military, but Memorial Day always makes me remember friends and family who served – and likely knew fellow soldiers who died.

My grandpa served in the Pacific theater in World War II and decades later still suffered from nightmares on those few occasions he would talk about it, for example the night he told my dad about his service when my parents were first dating in the 1960s. Grandpa showed me a photo album one sunny, summer afternoon in the 1980s…it had a red padded leather cover…and black and white pictures of the devastation to human life that front line war wreaks. I can only assume he had nightmares that night too. More than 30 years later, I still haven’t forgotten those images.

You aren’t going under

When I sat down to write today’s post, I found I couldn’t put structure to the journal entry I wrote several years ago.  I saw Bible verses and song lyrics and broken thoughts….and fear and chaos and grief.  The list spanned twelve days, but, as I’m thinking back on it now, it seemed like months…long, terrifying, foggy months.

Panic attacks & promises in a pediatric neurology clinic

A horrible noise jolted me out of sleep – and it was coming from my son lying in bed next to me.  It was a few days after Cody’s 4th birthday; he had also done this a few months earlier, making terrible choking sounds in his sleep, which stopped after about a minute.  Cody had had a febrile seizure (one due to a fever) when he was 2, but these two recent events were different: no fever, he (thankfully) did not stop breathing after it, and he regained consciousness once it was done. 

Introducing Lifeline Fridays on Facebook: Catching your breath in the storm

Have you ever been so lost in the fear that you couldn’t think straight?  It sounds cliché but I’ve actually been there.  Unable to breathe.  Not knowing what the next step should be or even how to start figuring it out.  Who or what do you reach out to in the storm? What are the lifelines you use to catch your breath?

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