Loving Kindness for Las Vegas

In light of the tragedy last night in Las Vegas, I’d like to offer the following Loving Kindness meditation to heal the hurt in our society:

May I be filled with loving kindness.
May I be well.
May I be peaceful and at ease.
May I be happy.

May you be filled with loving kindness.
May you be well.
May you be peaceful and at ease.
May you be happy.

May we be filled with loving kindness.
May we be well.
May we be peaceful and at ease.
May we be happy.

That which is divine in me, celebrates that which is divine in you.

Be the reason someone smiles today.

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Pink Washing Breast Cancer Awareness

Welcome to another Pinktober.

I have expressed my dislike of the pink washing of breast cancer awareness here in the past.  As a woman living with metastatic breast cancer (thankfully in remission) but who continues to receive treatment, I find the “pink washing” mildly to moderately offensive in that companies are capitalizing on a disease that is a daily battle for me.

What I find most frustrating about the pink washing is the complacency many now feel towards breast cancer.  I actually had a woman apologize to me because she thought my breast cancer was just a little thing that could easily be fixed. Not quite, three and a half years later, I am still in treatment:

  • Arimidex pill once per day
  • Herceptin infusion every 3 weeks
  • Lupron shot every 4 weeks

This is the protocol to keep me in remission!

The truth is, the 5 year survival rate for women diagnosed with cancer just in the breast is 99% and that is fantastic.  However, according to Cancer.net, 39% of women are diagnosed with breast cancer beyond the breast, so we have a long way to go before we can call breast cancer just a little thing easily fixed.

My Breast Cancer Story

If you have never heard my breast cancer story, I share how I found my lump and my initial treatment choices in the first 6 minutes of the following video:

It is my sincere wish that you are never touched by breast cancer. However, since 1 in 8 women in the USA are diagnosed with it in their lifetime, chances are, you already have been.

Lessons from Almost Completing the July Ultimate Blog Challenge

Well, I almost did it, I completed the first 30 days of the July 2017 Ultimate Blog Challenge.  Missed the last day, darn!

Seeing as today in September 24th and my last blog post was July 30th, the lesson I did NOT learn was how to keep blogging every day.  I tend to make thoughtful posts on Facebook EVERY DAY!  Those thoughtful posts could easily be made here, on this blog, instead.

Here are 5 things I did in July that helped me almost finish the challenge:

PLR – Private Label Rights

I acquired some pre-written articles, referred to as PLR (Private Label Rights), several years ago.  I edited, updated and used them during the challenge.

Resurrect Drafts

This post right here is a great example of resurrecting a draft.  I started in on August 1st and am just now finishing it today.

Schedule Posts the Night Before

This by far is the best piece of advice I have to give.  Scheduling posts frees up your time to do other things.  And you don’t have to wake up early, either.

Stick to a Theme

In July, I focused on writing about leadership.

Interact with Other Bloggers

During a blog challenge, it is always a good idea to read and comment on other blogs.   It increases the chances other bloggers will read and comment on yours.

Gifts from my Grandmother

My grandmother, Louise Hartley Stone, was an artist and musician.  Her watercolor paintings and sculptures grace homes around the globe.  Her grandchildren called her Maynard, a moniker she received after a mispronunciation of grandma by her first grandchild, Joe.

When I was just a wee lass, 9 years old, Maynard came to visit from her home in California.  My family lived in the town of Gig Harbor, Washington.  It was, and remains, a quaint little tourist town on the Puget Sound with lots of little gift shops.

Maynard and I were walking down a flight of stairs in one of the little gift shops when I spotted a couple of very small paintings on the wall.  I asked her why people don’t give little pictures as gifts, or something to that effect.  I don’t remember her answer.

I do remember opening a package from Maynard on my 10th birthday and finding two paintings of Gig Harbor inside. One painting depicted boats on the harbor, and the other, the Narrows Bridge.  They had brown resin frames.  Both are signed “Maynard 1980.”

Those paintings now hang in my kitchen.  Recently, one of the brown resin frames broke, as things will do after 37 years.  My husband surprised me today be replacing the frames, so I thought I’d share the paintings with you!  Enjoy!

Painting of Gig Harbor by Louise Hartley Stone

Painting of Gig Harbor by Louise Hartley Stone signed “Maynard 1980”

 

I Don’t Want to Inspire You

I spent today in Houston with about 100 other entrepreneurs at Promptings Academy, a relationship marketing and personal development seminar.  My daughter is about to head off to college, so I brought her along in hopes that she would pick up a few tips to help her navigate her first semester away from home.

This is the 4th Promptings Academy I’ve attended.  Each time, I learn something new, identify a new goal.  This time I had a paradigm shifting epiphany.  You see, people tell me all the time how much I inspire them.  I don’t like it.  It makes me uncomfortable.  Until today, I did not know why.

Shiny New Tennis Ball

During every Promptings Academy, keynote speaker, Kody Bateman, shares the story of his two dogs, Gus and Ruger.  Both dogs loved to play catch.  Gus would anticipate the ball being thrown and take off running before the ball left Kody’s hand then chasing after the ball as it rolled on the ground. Ruger kept his eye on the ball, staying under it, so he could catch it in his mouth.

Tennis balls in this story are like dreams.  Gus chased after his dreams.  Ruger got up under them, and let them come to him.

After Kody tells this story, he always throws a few tennis balls out to the audience to inspire us to reach for our dreams.  Today, I wanted one of those shiny new tennis balls.  So, as soon as the music queued and before Kody could toss out his first ball, I walked up to the stage and looked him straight in the eye as he dropped a ball right into my awaiting hands.  I did this so that my daughter would see that if she wants something, all she needs to do is ask.

I Am Statements

The next exercise was to write out a list of I Am statements, or affirmations.  I jotted down several variations of the same statement until I came up with:

“I am showing my daughter how to get up under her dreams and let them come to her, by getting up under mine.”

When I shared this, the audience clapped and cheered.  Kody hugged me.  But then, that uncomfortable feeling started again.  I don’t want to inspire people to clap for me.  I want to inspire people to take action.  I want people to tell me that because of me, they got up under their dreams and their dreams fell effortlessly into their awaiting hands.

So, I released that uncomfortable feeling that comes from being told I am an inspiration, and wrote these words:

“I am a catalyst for inspired action.”

This is my purpose, to inspire YOU, and everyone I meet, to take action.  Someday is today.  Take action.  Don’t chase your dreams, get up under them, and let them come to you.

"I am a catalyst for inspired action." - Kandas Nesbitt-Rodarte

“I am a catalyst for inspired action.” – Kandas Nesbitt-Rodarte

How to Deal with Internet Trolls

I did it, I got sucked in to a dialogue with an Internet Troll.

I am sure he is a perfectly nice man in person but on the Internet, he was vicious and hateful.

He insulted me, called me names, and questioned my sanity.

Simply because I chose to refute a statement he made on a friend’s beautifully crafted post that was inaccurate and misleading.

So blessed him and told him to have a great day.

He retorted with further insults.

So, I left the conversation.

Some people are just so caught up in their own reality that they would rather insult and belittle than engage in meaningful conversation. When someone insults you on the internet, bless them, pour love over them, and swipe or tap away.

Friends Add Color To Your Life

Yesterday was a long and wonderful day filled with great friends, old and new.

Friends add color to your life.

There is a beloved Girl Scout melody:

Make New Friends but keep the old.  One is silver and the other gold.

The more friends you have, the more colors. Not just silver and gold but purple, blue, yellow, pink, orange, red, the entire color spectrum.

You are never too old to make new friends.

Affordable Care Act Saved My Life

Hi!  My name is Kandas and the Affordable Care Act saved my life!

Yesterday I received my regularly scheduled doses of Herceptin and Lupron to keep that naughty Bertha away.  As I was sitting in the infusion chair, IV drip, drip, dripping protein inhibitors into my bloodstream, I was prompted to share the following message to Facebook:

Today is National Uncle & Aunt Day. Over 30 humans call me “Auntie Kandas”.

Today is also my tri-weekly infusion of Herceptin, the pharmaceutical marvel that is keeping Bertha away.

I am alive today because of the Affordable Care Act. The ACA doesn’t give me free insurance. We pay roughly $10k per year for the privilege of staying alive.

Not everyone can afford $10k per year. Does that mean they are less deserving than me? That their life is any less precious?

Social media trainers tell us not to share about sports, politics, religion or sex on our walls.

I am a rule breaker.

I believe health care should be a right and not a privilege. Compassionate societies care for their citizens.

So I am going to continue to remind anyone who follows me on social media that I owe my life to the Affordable Care Act, in hopes that enough people will feel compelled to tell their Representatives and Senators that this partisan bickering needs to stop. That people are more important than politics.

I am looking forward to more little humans calling me Auntie Kandas… And a couple even calling me Grandma… one day.

The ACA is keeping me alive.

I know these Facebook posts make some of my network uncomfortable, even angry. It’s an inconvenient truth that I will keep sharing. I have an 18-year-old daughter who needs me.