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My journey as a writer began as a child. I wrote poems and short stories which were my way of dealing with various life changing events. I am a member of Rave Reviews Book Club. Follow me on Twitter @KIngallsAuthor www.facebook.com/KarenIngalls, and you can find my books at www.amazon.com. My first book is Outshine: An Ovarian Cancer Memoir which received two awards. All proceeds are donated to gynecologic cancer research. My second book is a novel Novy's Son, about one man's attempt to find love and acceptance from his father. This is an all too common problem in our society. My third book, Davida: Model and Mistress of Augustus Saint-Gaudens is about the love affair between this great American sculptor and his model. ALL ORIGINAL CONTENT COPYRIGHT 2011 THROUGH 2017.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

BUT YOU DON'T LOOK SICK

       Over the last 8 years people have said, "But you don't look sick." Even when I was in the depths of chemo and recovering from surgery, these were the words I heard.
                       
                                                           I then ask myself...

                                     Were they said from an honest observation?
                                     Were they meant to make me feel better?
                                     Or, what did these words really mean?

     Growing up I heard frightening descriptions of horrible pain, surgeries, and eventual deaths of relatives who had cancer. "Chemotherapy is toxic and will kill you." "There are no medications that can take away the pain from cancer." "People lose their hair and spend their whole time sick in the bed."

              ** Such descriptions are not healthy to hear at any time.
              **When I was told that I had ovarian cancer, these negative words came to mind.
              **Yet I was determined that I would face the chemo, pain, and hair loss with positivity.

    How does one live each day knowing they have or had cancer? I LIVE IT THE SAME AS BEFORE!
               **Except I live each moment to its fullest with gratefulness.
               **Now I appreciate the little things far more than I did before.
               **I am more assertive in making God a part of every thought, word, or action.

     Many of us with a serious illness do not look sick, while others do. Attitude and where we are in our treatment schedule has a lot to do with it.


     I read an article about how one young lady explained to her friends what it was like having lupus. Here is the link: http://www.butyoudontlooksick.com/articles/written-by-christine/the-spoon-theory/


                              A lesson for those who are living a life of wellness:
  • Treat those with an illness the same as you did when they were healthy.
  • It is okay to ask questions such as "What is it like to have cancer, lupus, or other such disease?"
  • We do NOT need or want pity...that is destructive to everyone.
  • Laugh with us. It is the best medicine.
  • Cry with us. As tears flow out, love flows in.
  • Be honest and say, "I don't know what to say."
  • Be open and offer, "I am here if you want to talk about it."
  • "Let me know how I can help." 


THE POWER OF LOVING TOUCH IS IMMEASURABLE. PLEASE GIVE US HUGS, HOLD OUR HANDS, WRAP AN ARM AROUND OUR SHOULDER, PUT YOUR FACE NEXT TO OURS. 



Friday, March 18, 2016

WHO PACKS YOUR PARACHUTE?



     I have never parachuted from a plane...nor do I want to. Sky jumping or diving is not on my bucket list. However, there is a deep message from the question,

                "Who packs your parachute?"


     Did you know that there is an exact and precise way to store the parachute? One step done incorrectly could mean the parachute will not open or will do incorrectly. This is a life or death matter.

     So who or what brings a sense of safety or peace into your life? Who or what protects you? Who or what do you rely on?

     There was a time in my life when I was a teenager, I relied on my dad for safety and protection. Though I did not live with him I knew he was only a phone call away.
And, one day at 17 years old I made the phone call and he got a traffic ticket when speeding to get to me.

     During my junior year of high school while living with my dad, two people began to pack my parachute. One was a classmate named Judie, who introduced me to God by inviting me to the youth group at her church. She was always with me talking about God and listening to my fears. I chose to be baptized one year later.

     The second person was Arleigh Castle, a neighbor and my role model. I adopted her as my "aunt" which she still is today at the age of 92. She listened to me and carefully advised me helping me to pack my parachute correctly.


     God has never left my side nor have I left His. I completely put my trust in Him as He guides who I choose to be a part of my life. Whose advice will I listen to? Who can I confide in? Who do I trust? If I keep God as the Master Packer of my parachute, then those helping Him will guarantee that my parachute will open and I will land on earth safely.


Here is a true story that you might have heard or read before. But it is a powerful one and well worth hearing/reading again.
                             
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqtUlMA3Jqo
                                                                     http://speaker.charlieplumb.com/about-plumb/parachute-story/

Just as in my journey with cancer, I have trusted Dr. Matthew Boente and Dr. Robert Holloway to "pack my parachute" with the best medical care. Their nurses and staff have been phenomenal.

My newer journey as an author has been guided by some very remarkable people: Amy Quale, Dara Beevas, Jay Monroe, Ruth Fisher, and those at Beaver's Pond Press. All of them have put encouragement, support, and help in my parachute. I have landed on both feet safely with the publication of three books. See my new author website: www.kareningallsbooks.com  All books are available on www.amazon.com


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Thursday, March 3, 2016

KNOW, LISTEN, ACT

KNOW YOUR BODY...

                  LISTEN TO YOUR BODY...

                                   ACT ON WHAT YOUR BODY SAYS TO YOU...



THE FOLLOWING ARE REAL STATEMENTS BY WOMEN
JUST LIKE YOU AND ME:
"I was probably sick for two years, but I brushed it off---and that's what bothers me most," says survivor J.S. now 50, who was diagnosed in 2007 at age 41."I had become very aware of my own body," she explains. "That's what drove me to press for a diagnosis."

M.S. then 62 felt bloating and other symptoms slowly take shape this past winter. She initially dismissed them. Diagnosed with ovarian cancer at a late stage.


I was 68 and my only symptoms was loading. Diagnosed Stage IIC in 2008. The first doctor ordered
an ultrasound and CT Scan.  

"In Aug. of 2012 I went to ER and saw DR. He did not order any type of scans...next time I was in ER Jan. 1, 2013, they did a cat scan and found a 10b tumor that was malignant" K.B.

From K.L. "My OBGYN had misdiagnosed me for seven months until I demanded a transvaginal ultrasound when a six cm tumor was found."



                        


This mother lost her daughter to ovarian cancer. Visit http://www.thinkoflaura.org

And even an 8 year old was diagnosed with ovarian cancer.

A two year old also was diagnosed.


                          
                             PAP smears do NOT detect ovarian cancer. Only cervical.
                              All women should get pelvic and rectal exams every year.



         Why are we hesitant to talk about the area below our waist? 
           We women need to speak out and advocate for our bodies. 

  DEMAND a CA125 and a transvaginal ultrasound BEFORE going from doctor to doctor. 

            Let's rule out ovarian cancer first...then consider 
                         other diseases or disorders. 

                        LEARN FROM GILDA RADNER!"

At a recent conference in West Palm Beach I met some outstanding women. Many of them shared how many years they had been survivors. I heard responses like  "I AM:

  • Just a few months
  • Three months
  • Two years
  • Six years
  • Twenty-nine years
  • Thirty-seven years
  • Forty-eight years
                    Congratulations to all who are survivors for however long it has been.

And congratulations to those women who seek out medical intervention as soon as they recognize    some symptoms and act on them.

Some of us need encouragement to go to the doctor from our spouses, partners, family member 
or friends. Listen to them and go see the doctor. What can it hurt?! It might save your life