Brave Is The New Black - Sparrow Edition T-shirt Campgain

JANUARY 24, 2015

Hello readers and followers!

I started a t-shirt campaign to raise funds for Brave Girl Boxes to keep Courage ALIVE!

I hope you'll feel inspire to help and order a t-shirt for you, a friend or family member.

Available in:

UNISEX - tees and longsleeve and hoodies
LADIES - tee (slimmer fit, contour, and shorter sleeves near shoulders)
YOUTH - tee

This campaign gives you the opportunity to help us (Brave Girl Boxes) continue to deliver courage in a box to women with breast cancer.  You're helping spread kindness everywhere like stardust!  AND you get to have a really cool t-shirt that also spreads our brand and looks really cool too.

This t-shirt will not be available for ordering after FEBRUARY 8, 2015 so grab yours today!

Click HERE to order

UNISEX T-SHIRT PICTURED

THANK YOU!

The Season For Giving Hope & Courage

This Holiday Season 

I Encourage Each of You to 
Give The Gift of Courage & Hope 

To Women with Breast Cancer.  

Just $25 
Can Help Brave Girl Boxes Ship 2 or More Care Packages!

Thank You From The Bottom of My Brave Girl Heart

Click To Donate

 

I Did A Brave Brave Thing...

Hey Everyone,  

It's been a while, right!  So I've been really really busy with Brave Girl Boxes and I'm so proud of what it's doing...but truly, it ain't easy.  There are so many women in need of courage and comfort because there are way too many women being diagnosed with breast cancer, more young women in particular than should ever be.  This is a fact that breaks my heart every day.

Recently, while making connections and joining a closed group on Facebook, I met a totally cool chick doing really brave stuff!  Here name is Melanie Childers and she and her husband have started a podcast called Badass Survivors.  Shortly after joining the closed group I received an invitation to be on her podcast.  I was super scared and feeling pretty uncertain if it was something I was brave enough to do.  After all, it's really easy to speak with written words and behind the walls of technology without actually being heard, no one listening to your actual voice as the words flow from your mouth.  What if I said something stupid or wrong?  I contemplated this invitation for a bit but really didn't think I could do it.

Then I changed my mind.  I actually decided to do it.  But not until I got the push I needed desperately.  A push I knew all too well would work, but somehow still needed the nudge to take the leap.  What was that push you ask?  The nudge that got me to say yes?  It was two things really.

First, I talked to my husband about it.  He has been my biggest champion and supporter from the day I met him.  He has championed me and lifted me up when cancer beat me down and depression held me by the throat...ready to strangle me.  He has allowed me to evolve and transform myself and my life.  He made me feel okay changing things up so I could do it all the way I wanted to.  The way I felt was most enjoyable and satisfactory after cancer stripped me of the person I mostly used to be.

I told him about the invitation to speak on the Badass Survivors podcast and about my fears of being small and insignificant to anyone who might tune in.  Why would they care about me, what I think, have to say or what I'm working on?  And you know what he did?  He told me to listen to another podcast that he had just been listening to.  It was a guy sort of podcast...I thought why (he's into history and that sort of thing so I couldn't imagine how this would help me)?  But then he revealed that, of all people, one of my favorite authors was a guest on the show.  Elizabeth Gilbert!  You know, author of Eat, Pray, Love...and the inspiration of the title of my blog (in case you didn't know...Attraversiamo is from Eat, Pray, Love).  So my interest was peaked instantly.

I listened to it.  It was amazing.  It was exactly what I needed to hear because it was all about FEAR!  I've said it before and I'll say it again...I did not feel like a brave girl before I got cancer.  Sure I did things "other" people might have thought of as brave...like oh, one year I worked as a wilderness survival instructor, in the desert of Idaho (that was actually pretty brave, I now admit) but I was young and foolish...not so fearless at the time.  And let me tell you, as soon as I got scared...that's when I quit (so there you go, I wasn't so brave).

So as I listened to the podcast she describes fear being ever present in her life.  Especially as a creative person.  Many creatives often have indescribable fears and hesitations about their work and what people will or might think about it.  But she says she finally learned to put fear in it's place.  And it's a practice.  I've often liked and posted the inspirational phrase "Punch Fear In The Face."  But sharing this advice and doing it are two separate things.

Elizabeth compares her beginning a new book to the start of a road trip.  She says (and I'm paraphrasing) that fear is always there when you begin and perhaps even throughout your travels.  But on this road trip, YOU are the driver, director, decision maker.  Fear on the other hand can NOT take the wheel, or read the map, or give directions.  Hell, fear isn't even allowed to sit in the front seat...it must sit in the back.  And she reminds us that fear is very chatty, always chirping in our ear and when it sees us paying no mind to it, it can try and get really loud.  At those times along the journey, it is essential to tell fear to shut up.  My version would be to shut the F*ck Up!  I'm sure Elizabeth might even use the phrase in necessary moments.  It was an amazing podcast.  And I couldn't be more grateful to my husband for sharing it with me.

He then gave me a little pep talk a week later when the fear was creeping up on me again.  He said, "Remember Melissa, fear can't drive this bus.   It can come along for the ride like Elizabeth said, but it has to ride in the back."  And he was right.  I needed to stop letting the self doubt and "what ifs" control how I moved forward,  I had things to say.  I have a voice that I think deserves to be heard, if at least by one person who could use it.  I have a project I began that needs to be talked about in order to grow and get the help it also deserves.

So I contacted Melanie and said okay, I'll do it.  A couple weeks later we did it.   And I was so relieved when it was over.  I was terrified.  Then, a week later I got another message from Melanie that the recording was bad (sound interference) to the point of inaudibility.  I could have been crushed and afraid of doing it again.  But instead, I spun it in my head, and decided it was an opportunity to do it even better perhaps, like the first run was practice and this was the real deal.  We went ahead and rerecorded.  It was so awesome and easy talking to Melanie because she is in no uncertain terms, so genuine and real.  And she "gets it."  She really "gets it."

I got a message from her as soon as the podcast was ready to air.  It made my heart race and my hands sweat.  She told me I had an hour before it was downloadable on iTunes for all to hear.  So, the crazy, controlling, fear mongering part of me listened immediately with the thought that if it was terrible she could pull it off the podcast.  But even though it wasn't perfect, it was good.  I trusted myself.  And when I trust my voice, I'm certain I'm on the right path.

Here it is folks.  I hope you like it.  I hope you share it for anyone who needs it or might benefit from it.  Badass Survivors is available on iTunes and I encourage you to subscribe (it's free).  All topics are breast cancer related.  Melanie had breast cancer too and this is her way of giving back (in a not so small way might I add).  Our conversation highlights my project with Brave Girl Boxes, my cancer story, my battle with depression and Tamoxifen and lastly what helps me get through it all.  Because the dance with cancer is never really over, even when you show no evidence of disease.  It's with you forever.

I love what she's doing so much so, that I decided to launch the production of a metal and leather cuff with hand stamped Badass Survivor on it and it's coming soon to my Etsy shop (The Brave Sparrow) and all proceeds go to help support this podcast.  While you're there, check out the other Brave Inspired items that help support Brave Girl Boxes.  

And if you're bored, come follow me on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and  Pinterest where I try to keep us all in the loop on what happening in the world of breast cancer, cancer health related advice, recipes, my life, and how I do my best to deliver "Courage In A Box" to newly diagnosed breast cancer patients as much as I possibly can.

xo Melissa

I Will Return to Writing...

August 23, 2014

I've been so crazy busy and pre-occupied with the creation and distribution of Brave Girl Boxes that I've made no time to get back here and document my thoughts, feelings and life as it is.  What little time I have had I've used to either rest or care for others (mainly my grandson).  I need a few days to get my head together and decide how to catch you up or if I should just start where I am rather than where I left off.  We'll see.  So for now, just know I will return to writing.  

The Brave Girl Boxes Project Is Really Coming Along!

I'm so excited about how well this is going!  We are really making this happen and I am so grateful and appreciative of those who have donated and sent messages of encouragement.  Helping newly diagnosed women find Courage, Comfort, Nourishment and Connection is my dream.  Check out the fundraising page to see what's happening and what amazing and cool companies are contributing to the boxes!  

And if the project touches your heart and you feel moved to help please donate and help spread the word by posting the link of the fundraising page on your Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Email etc.

Thank you from the bottom of my Brave Girl Heart!

xo Melissa

December 2013

December marked one and half months post implant placement and I felt pretty good.  But I was missing Cara immensely and finding myself lost without someone to take to care of besides myself.  I wasn't exactly sure what to do anymore.

I tried to distract myself with Christmas and shopping and such but everything I saw made me think of Cara.  Before she left after Thanksgiving she opened all of her Christmas presents at her request (so we obliged).  It was so anticlimactic and I felt so "un-right" about the whole thing.

Dale threw himself into work by doing tons of overtime and he didn't want to talk a lot about Cara's absence.  I on the other hand needed to talk about it with someone so my therapist got an earful on a weekly basis while I struggled to work through my emotions.  I felt a lot of anger and I wasn't sure why.  I was confused and sad and heartbroken all at the same time.  My therapist said anger can often be a mechanism to avoid sadness and pain.  It's like a shield we protect ourselves with.  That made so much sense to me.  And it explained why everytime I wanted to talk to Dale about it he would get agitated, uncomfortable and sometimes downright mad.

During December I had several doctor appointments.  First to the gynecologist to discuss my breast cancer diagnosis after which she wrote me orders to have an ultrasound of my ovaries to get a baseline and see how they looked.  Ovarian cancer, as many of you know, is highly correlated with breast cancer.  Highly!  There is a lot of ovarian cancer in my family.  I still have not been tested for BRCA1 and 2 because my insurance won't agree to pay for it.  They say it's not a covered benefit even in light of OBAMACARE which requires it to be covered.  Some insurance policies are "Grandfathered" and don't have to change.  That's a story I'm not done telling but it's for another day.

I woke up early the morning of my scheduled ultrasound and headed (along with all the morning traffic) to my appointment.  It was a super cold morning, one that left everything covered in ice from the previous day and nights storm.  I had the heat cranked up in the car and 15 minutes into my drive I heard this CRACK!  My windshield was suddenly divided into upper and lower and had one big long line from one side to the other.  Great, I thought.  Nice way to start the morning.  One more thing to take care of.

I arrived at my appointment a little late after getting "lost."  They conducted the ultrasound of my ovaries which was not so bad really (my sister has instilled the fear of God into me for some reason).  You have to arrive with a full bladder and since I got "lost" and was a bit late my bladder was extremely full and I could not wait for it to be over.  Thankfully it's only the first part the requires the full bladder and they immediately let you go to the bathroom after (YAY!).  I finished the rest and the doctor said everything looked great. 

WOW! that was perhaps the first doctor appointment I'd had in a long time where someone said everything looked ok and they didn't order some other test or exam.  I was pretty happy about that and so I treated myself to a Starbucks on the way home.  But I didn't quite make it home...

...not so fast anyway.  About 10 minutes after stopping for coffee the car started to overheat and was erupting all sorts of smoke from under the hood of the car so I pulled over of course and turned the car off.  Mind you I'm on the side of Interstate 66 and I was not lovin' life at that moment.  I called Dale and my father-in-law and the repair shop and the tow company and finally two hours later I was dropped off at my husband's work so I could take his car home.  Meanwhile our car was at the shop being checked out.  That would not go well either...

...almost $3,000 later the car was fixed.  That's all I have to say about that.

I had two more doctor appointments before we needed to leave for Maine.  My primary care doctor was swapping my antidepressant to prepare me for the new hormonal drug Tamoxifen that I would be taking for the next five years.  I had been taking Prozac (I like it and did well on it).  Now I was on Effexor.  I can't say I was a big fan and it took some real adjusting to.  I discussed my increased sadness and anxieties after Cara left so I wanted to adjust my anxiety medication dosage.  That would help a lot.  We also increased the Effexor dosage...that would NOT help (I'll discuss later).  My plastic surgeon was just checking on the results of the implant placement and healing.  Everything looked great!  Yay, I love easy doctor visits.

The night before we left for Maine we attended the stage performance of ELF at the Kennedy Center in D.C.  Oh my goodness was it fantastic!  I love love love going to shows at the Kennedy Center.  What a treat.  And it was just like the movie which I adore.  And to my surprise and delight, Dale really liked it too!

We hit the road at night which we always do when we drive to Maine.  It helps us avoid the New York traffic...usually.  This particular time we just so happened to get caught up in the fiasco that would be known as "Chris Christie Bridge Scandal."  That right...it took us almost two hours to cross the George Washington Bridge while 4 lanes of late night trucking traffic all tried to merge into 1 lane of traffic while the bridge was under construction!!!!!!!!  I was lucky that I could rest...but Dale was driving and he was not happy.  He did however pass the time with lots of podcasts and a little gaming on his phone since an inchworm moved faster than we did.  We would later learn what we had been caught in and the scandal it was.

We had a fantastic Christmas!  My family always makes it wonderful when we visit.  I love that I get to relax and just enjoy my cousins and my aunt and uncle.  There home is certainly like my other home.  It was a houseful for a good part of the week.  Eight of us and three dogs eeeegadzz!  But it works.  We ate, we drank, we laughed, we played, we rested, we shopped and we ate and drank some more.  

Matching PJ's Christmas Morning!

Cheers!

 

A Real Italian Sandwich by Amato's

Me and Courtney in N. Conway NH

My "other" Sister!  xoxo

Lunch at The Black Cap in NH was sooooo good!

Leaving was hard but we did so just in time because a big storm was about to dump another foot of snow the very next day.  Dale wanted to stay and get snowed in...I on the other hand was ready to get back to our routine.  I had eaten enough for the next couple of weeks and I really needed my home and routine back.  Plus I missed the cat.  Go figure.

Niles

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