Spring Forward
The instruction is a handy way to remember what to do with your clock at 2 AM on March 14. But having recently completed breast cancer treatment, this year the words took on new meaning for me.
The instruction is a handy way to remember what to do with your clock at 2 AM on March 14. But having recently completed breast cancer treatment, this year the words took on new meaning for me.
"Spring forward" is my mantra of the moment. It's reminds me of  the changes I need and want to make. Of the fact that things will get  better. Here in New York, the landscape is still pretty brown, but you can see  the first sprouts of green and the buds on the trees. The timing is  perfect.  I asked all of our Loop writers what the season means to them.
Suzanne 
 My chemo will be finished March  31st, so spring is important to me this year.  Not only is spring an  affirmation of life, one we cancer patients have needed during the long,  dark winter of treatments - it also means simple things, like the  regrowth of hair and the ability to eat fresh fruits and vegetable.   Because my white blood counts were very low all through treatment, fresh  fruit as been forbidden.  Soon cherries will be in the markets; I'll  have the energy to go, and I plan to sport my sassy manhair throughout  the market, with cherry juice dripping down my chin!
My chemo will be finished March  31st, so spring is important to me this year.  Not only is spring an  affirmation of life, one we cancer patients have needed during the long,  dark winter of treatments - it also means simple things, like the  regrowth of hair and the ability to eat fresh fruits and vegetable.   Because my white blood counts were very low all through treatment, fresh  fruit as been forbidden.  Soon cherries will be in the markets; I'll  have the energy to go, and I plan to sport my sassy manhair throughout  the market, with cherry juice dripping down my chin!   Ann Silberman. http://butdoctorihatepink.blogspot.com
 In 1994, the first spring after my first breast   cancer, a friend, who had also had breast cancer, left a large bouquet   of sunflowers at my doorstep. The card said: "Because it is spring and   because we are here."
In 1994, the first spring after my first breast   cancer, a friend, who had also had breast cancer, left a large bouquet   of sunflowers at my doorstep. The card said: "Because it is spring and   because we are here."Every April, I think of her and buy sunflowers.
Hester Hill  Schnipper, LICSW
Chief, Oncology Social Work
Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, Boston
survivor of two breast cancers
Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, Boston
survivor of two breast cancers
I  started chemo two  Marches ago, at the beginning of a season that's  normally so upbeat.  But every spring hereafter, for the rest of my  life,  in which I am *not* facing chemo will feel all the sweeter. I'm  looking  forward this season to walks in the botanical gardens, resuming  outdoor  yoga class, and posing topless outside (yup, you read it  right) as part  of a photo project a friend and I are working on.   Pamela Beth Grossman, writer
Springs store  energy.  When compressed, the energy that went into mashing the spring  down  remains there, waiting to be released. That's what spring, as a  season,  is like. All the energy that went to sleep in the fall is loosed   again, bursting out all over: into blooms and bumblebees and bird   songs. And as the days lengthen, the sun awakens our spirits, too, and   reminds us that we can stretch ourselves out, like cats, and rest in the   warmth, soaking up the energy and renewing our souls. 
 Tara  Rodden Robinson
The Productivity Maven
http://tararobinson.com
The Productivity Maven
http://tararobinson.com
During  the period of surgeries  and chemo that started in June, 2008, gardening  was my therapy and  metaphor for the cycles of life, death and rebirth  throughout the  corresponding seasons.  With my last radiation treatment  on March 17,  2009, I felt a deep connection with everything that  blossomed around me  as I started to heal. Spring is my celebration of life.
 Laurie Andreoni (@turban_diva)
http://www.titillatingturbans.com
http://www.titillatingturbans.com
Beth L. Gainer, Writer and Patient Advocate
"Calling the Shots"
Spring reminds me of our essential elements. Each year there’s that ‘first day’ in the flower beds when I return, literally to the earth. I take my hand spade and turn the soil over, pulling out the weeds (always the first to grow), and pinching off dead blossoms and branches. It’s physical, it’s spiritual. There is something sacred in anticipating the creation of a new garden. Such joy!
Jody Schoger
www.womenwcancer.blogspot.com
 





 
 
 

Love this! Thanks for the inspiration on a gloomy, cold, wet (and almost Spring) day. Just what I needed. :)
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ReplyDeleteSpring is my favorite time of the year. Like these great women said, it is a time of renewal and new growth. I love all the spring flowers - tulips, hyacinth, daffidills, crocus. For me, it means no matter how gloomy and dark things seem, beauty is already there just waiting to emerge.
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful and uplifting post. I too love the symbolic nature of spring - new beginings, fresh buds emerging on trees, shoots peeping out from the ground, so much possibility and hope all around us.
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