Friday, January 8, 2010

In Memoriam


Zoë Lewis

Zoë Lewis, formerly Sherry Anne Longstaffe, was born in Vancouver on May 15, 1960 and died peacefully at home, surrounded by her children, dear friends and family, on January 3, 2010, after a long battle with breast cancer. Loved for her quick wit, fiery spirit and kind heart, Zoë sought out and celebrated authenticity throughout her life, and condemned injustice wherever she found it. Zoë was a deeply caring and loving mother, a quiet, but passionate philanthropist, an amazing jewellery designer, and a culinary goddess. She is survived by her children, her mother Marietta Hurst, her brother Ted Longstaffe, as well as her many dear friends and extended family, who will all miss her tremendously. Zoë will live on in our memories, free of the cancer that took her body, but could never quash her beautiful spirit. A party will be held at a later date so that friends and family can share Zoë's passion for love and life.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Red Hibiscus Foundation at www.vancouverfoundation.ca/redhibiscus or by sending a cheque made out to "Vancouver Foundation - Red Hibiscus Foundation" to Vancouver Foundation, Suite 1200-555 W. Hastings Street, Box 12132 Harbour Centre, Vancouver BC, V6B 4N6.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Taking a Break from Cancer
















I could write a grumpy post about this cancer-coaster that I am on and all of the crazy symptoms that come and go thoughout the day. I could write a full-of-gratitude email about some wonderful things that are happening. But since I am busy trying to distract myself from some of the aforementioned symptoms by laying lazily in bed with a mug of freshly-steeped ginger green tea beside me, and my lovely, loyal mutt Sadie asleep on the end of the bed and my lovely Charlotte fast asleep across the hall and my lovely Zach undoubtedly fast asleep at his Dad's. I have just been reading the Sunday New York Times which has been immensely entertaining and I just read an article that I think is absolutely hilarious and that I am about to try to cut and paste:

November 15, 2009
Field Notes In Cougar Territory, Cubs Take the Lead
By MARCELLE S. FISCHLER
IN the swirl of attention around older women coupling with younger men, it seems the guys are increasingly the ones on the prowl.

Over the last year, Amber Soletti, a founder of OnSpeedDating.com, has been playing host monthly to “Cougar/Boy Toy” speed-dating events. And despite research to the contrary, it is the men, she and others say, who are clamoring for more.

“We’ve had to turn away men at every event,” she said. Ten men were on the waiting list at the most recent one.

Casey Mizzone, 31, a teacher from Hoboken, N.J., made the cut at the “Cougar/Boy Toy” night on Nov. 4 at the Watering Hole, a New York bar. He had been wait-listed the previous month. Older women, Mr. Mizzone said, “are not so nitpicky, so naggy; there’s not a lot of pressure.”

He was one of 16 men to get a chance to meet, for four minutes each, the 15 women at the OnSpeedDating.com event, which typically draws more cubs than cougars. The men were 23 to 31 years old; the women 35 to 56.

Ms. Soletti said the lure for the men is that older women are more sophisticated and, frankly, more sexually experienced.

The women “are in their sexual prime,” she said. “If they can please her, they feel like they rock in bed.”

James Insinga, 28, managing director of a Manhattan real estate firm, said he finds younger women “are about getting married immediately, having kids.” He said the older women he dates are easier to talk to and more enticing, including an “adorable” friend of his mother’s (but it “would be dicey” to tell Mom).

Barry A. Farber, a psychotherapist and the director of the clinical psychology program at Teachers College at Columbia University, said “dating an older woman may free the man from the pressures of the ‘baby hunger’ that a relationship with a younger woman might bring.” An older woman, he added, “may well take him more seriously than a woman his own age and will overlook the relatively small flaws.”

It is not, however, a new idea. In 1745, Ben Franklin in his “Old Mistresses Apologue” advised men that “in all your Amours you should prefer old Women to young ones.”

“They are so grateful!” he added, rather indelicately.

And into the 21st century, men have started Web sites to chase and give advice about dating older women, such as Urbancougar.com, where “cub chronicles,” “cougar confessions,” cougars of the month and listings of “dens” are posted.

There are more men than women among the 200 that have signed up for the first International Cougar Cruise, a three-day sail from San Diego to Ensenada, Mexico, Dec. 4 to 7.

Rich Gosse, the organizer of the cruise and the chairman of the Society of Professional Singles, based in San Rafael, Calif., said that when he started running younger men/older women parties a year ago, the focus was on “cougars wanting the younger guy.” Now the men are “more excited about this phenomenon than the cougars.”

Not too long ago, Mr. Gosse said, a 20-something male wouldn’t admit to dating a woman over 40. “Now it is a badge of honor,” he said.

At a cougar speed-dating event at R. C. Dugans, a bar and lounge in East Meadow, N.Y., last month, 8 of the 10 men attending said they would date Patricia Polenz, a 48-year-old Northport, N.Y., divorcee with five children. Her first husband was 20 years her senior.

Ms. Polenz said the younger guys were “a little refreshing.”

“They are a little more eager to know me,” she said, “they are more willing to be accommodating than men my age.”

In fact, a recent study of 4,500 British singles conducted by Parship, a British online dating service, said 20 percent of men in their 20s and 22 percent of men in their 30s would date an older woman.

For the last six months, Andreas Anastasopoulos, 27, a graphic designer from Hamilton, N.J., has been dating Erin MacCord, 41, a divorced mother of three teenagers and a nonprofit development director from Burlington, N.J. Mr. Anastasopoulos said that women his age are into “immature partying and drinking, and being stupid and irresponsible” and he is “past that.”

He thinks her children are great. “I have younger sisters that are their age,” he said.

Brandon Solomon, 28 and a real estate project manager, sat next to Ali Addesa, a 44-year-old accountant, during the East Meadow speed-dating event, which was sponsored by WeekendDating.com. He said he would be willing to date 8 of the 11 women at the event, who were nearly old enough to be his mother, and wondered if they might consider him “a trophy.”

A booth away, Fred Guarino, 34, of Middle Village, Queens, and the owner of a heating and air-conditioning company, said, à la Ben Franklin, older women tend to be more appreciative, especially those “who have been married and divorced and have seen how bad things can get.”

“Young girls today, they take everything for granted,” he said.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Fall Reflections

I stopped writing regularly in the blog just before the beginning of the summer. I was about to be done with the wocko-socko chemo and the indications from the scan mid-treatment was that the chemo was working and that the cancer had been pushed back. I had the idea that once the chemo was over in July that I would have tons of energy and a great summer hanging out with my kids and enjoying Vancouver in the sunshine. That's not exactly what happened.

The July scan was the same as the April scan meaning that (a) the disease had not progressed and/or (b) the last 3 rounds of chemo did nothing. I just couldn't bring myself to post that news. I did not want to admit how profoundly fatigued I felt and how bereft of life force. I had,had the intention with the blog to tell the whole story about my experience with metastatic cancer but I just didn't want to admit how low I was feeling. The wonderful Vancouver summer happened but I mostly looked at it out the window. I was told that it is natural for it to take about 6 months to bounce back from chemo but I could tell that there was also disease progression not just post-chemo blues at play.

In the last few weeks I have started on a new oral chemo, narrowly missed needing to have fluid drawn from my lungs, experimented with close to a dozen meds to manage pain and other disease-related symptoms, have experimented with taking as few of those meds as possible as my body railed against the toxic accumulation from all that I was ingesting. There were some nights that I wondered if I would wake up the next morning and thankfully friends either stayed or were a phone call away. Charlotte and Zack's Dad is going to move back to Vancouver with his wife and baby and it will be great for the kids to have more nurturance nearby. It's tough enough being a teen an a tween without having a mom who is ill and emotional and who still obsesses over what they are eating, what time they go to bed, whether their homework is done and why they don't put their shoes away or do their dishes. Surely these things should not be what I consider priorities right now but it still comes out of my mouth and they quite rightly give me occassional eye-rolls along with their hugs and "I love yous."

Okay, so that was a tough slog of an update for me and undoubtedly for you reading this but as always with the hard times go the silver linings and the best of what love and relationship and community has to offer.


On this Thanksgiving Weekend, I want to send out love-drenched, heart-filled cheers of gratitude to the wonderful people in my life who have knocked through my veneer of desired privacy (such a crock) and who just keep showing up and showing up and showing up for Zack and Charlotte and me. This is not a complete list which underscores just how lucky we are!

Parents of Charlotte's friends are covering all the carpooling for school and her dance classes. Parents of Zack's new hockey team are pitching in to cover rides to games and practices that his godparents can't do. We are the recipients of home-cooked meals and sweets several times a week,organized by my wonderful friend Esmeralda, and cooked by women who already have crazy chock-a-block filled lives of kids and careers and mates thrown in for good measure. My mom is lovingly demanding to help out no matter what....thank you Mom. My beloved GP of 16 years came to tell me in person that she has replaced herself in her family practice to take on a new post. Though personally sad for me, I am so delighted for her. The kids and I are now the very lucky and grateful recipients of her farewell gift--the name and number of her housekeeper who was interested in working more hours. Dolly shows up many days every week to help me sort out my messes, bring order to my life and showers me will love and good cheer. Cousin Karen, who with boundless energy and good will is keeping us in groceries and is charming Sadie with daily excitements of beach or park or woods. Kelly who acted like her recent Vancouver visit--during which she filled out freezer with over a dozen much loved soups--was not less fun than our New York trip that we had supposed to have been on that week. Our daily chats--especially the cancer-free ones--are sacred. Carol-Ann, my longtime walk-in-the woods with dogs friend has graciously been dropping my samplers of family favourites for my wonderful carnivore son. To the trifecta of Bhola and Laura and Tom who provide such a profound level of nurturance--we are so grateful for your love-filled safety net. And to the kids' grandfather Dicken's for coming to Vancouver while the Trifecta are away to support Zack in getting to all of his hockey commitments and for being there for Zack and Charlotte.

All the offers and acts of support--named and unnamed--are so welcome. though I must admit that it has been interesting to see my resistance to graciously say "YES" to this profound outpouring of support. I am missing being engaged with life. Open-handed giving and reciprocity are so active and juicy whereas receiving, receiving, receiving, feels so passive. I am so lucky and so grateful for this much needed care and support and I am going to have to find a way to not feel like a waiting-to-die shut-in.

I am in a situation that I wish I were not. There is grief and fear and denial but of course there is so much more than that. If it were up to me, I would be outside on my bike right now glorying in this sunny fall day instead of lazing in bed looking out at it. But that's just today. Right now. Who knows what's in store? I don't feel ready to die and I also don't want to spend whatever time I have to live being on chemo or feeling sick from meds. I am feeling petulant about how much I am feeling like a full-time cancer patient. It's really dull. I am bored with it and with myself. I have a stiff neck from gazing at my navel so much lately. I need to feel more engaged even if I'm brain fuzzy, low energy, not very mobile and don't know how I'm going to feel from one minute to the next.

I'd love to know what's going on in your lives. Stories--trite, poignant and funny--are all most welcome.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Help is Wanted and Needed

Dear Ones,

It's been a couple of months since I last posted. The kids and I have had a pretty good summer...the weather has been glorious as has been the break from the ever-so-scheduled busyness of the school year.
Despite all the downtime though, my energy level just has not bounced back and it is now crystal clear to me that I need help with things like grocery shopping, cooking, errands and kid chauffeuring. I may actually need to find two or more people depending on what Zach's hockey schedule turns out to be.
I know that a lot of you who have read the blog in the past are very good-thinkers and well-connected in the community, so I am going to ask for all of you to put on your thinking caps and forward me any leads of people who might be looking for a personal assistant type job that would vary from day-to-day. Any lead of any kind would be appreciated. Please feel free to pass on this request to anyone who might know of someone.

thanks,


Zoe

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Sweet Peas and Strawberries

Ahhh...all of this sunshine is so good for the soul. Does anyone remember last year's June-uary? It's not even officially summer yet.

I just started my day with green tea and the Globe and Sun, then watering the garden, picking strawberries and sweet peas as I went. The weeds will have to wait until the Jewellery Show is done.

Zack's sleeping in...no doubt using his subliminal powers to psych himself up for his Science final later this morning. Charlotte is off to school and the decks are almost clear to create all day long, the scent of sweet peas wafting around the design zone.

Happy day everyone.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Strong Link Between Diabetes & Cancer: Another Reason Why BC Cancer Agency Should Not Dispense Crappy Chocolate Bars from Its Patient Snack Trolley

Email to CBC's B.C. Almanac Program, June 4, 2009

RE: Link between Cancer and Diabetes

I was just listening with interest and concern to B.C. Almanac's Medical Columnist Tim Yeomans speak about the recent research linking type 2 diabetes and cancer. I became aware of the link between glucose and cancer in 2000 when as a follow-up to treatment for breast cancer I underwent a PET Scan that involved drinking a very sweet drink that contained the nuclear medicine. The doctor explained that cancer cells gobble up the sugar-laden substance and then the scan is able to detect the presence of cancer cells in the patient. Well that was enough for me to basically swear off sugar. My kids were three and five at the time and I very much wanted to be permanently free of cancer and get back to living a very long and fulfilling life.


Fast forward to 2009. I have just finished a round of chemotherapy at the BC Cancer Agency for treatment of metastatic breast cancer. I observed with great incredulity that the volunteer-run Snack Trolley that makes its rounds of the patient areas at the Cancer Agency is laden with Kit Kats, Snickers and the like.

I felt compelled to do a bit of advocacy work and wrote a letter to the Agency wondering at why they were making more appropriate snacks available and offering my time to source health-filled and delicious snack foods. I did receive a letter thanking me for my inquiry and was informed that a committee had been struck to look at the issue. A couple of weeks ago I followed up with Sue Fuller-Blamey of the Agency who explained to me that the reason that chocolate bars are offered was that patients have requested them. I asked her why it did not suffice to have chocolate bars available in the vending machines on the main floor of the Agency and why the Agency is not taking a leadership role in educating patients of the importance of diet as one tool to beat cancer. I was told that I would be contacted to have a face-to-face meeting with someone to address my concerns but so far that has not occurred.

Cancer patients should not have to glean this info from the media though as someone who hopes to live with metastatic cancer for a very, very long time I thank B.C. Almanac for today's interview on the link between diabetes and some types of cancer.

I find it empowering to know that there are things that I can do in my daily life such as eating a healthy diet low in simple carbohydrates, getting regular exercise and maintaining an appropriate weight that can greatly contribute to my health.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Portal into an Intoxicating Day

I woke up this morning at 6:24am after a 9-hour sleep. Uninterrupted sleep of that length is, in itself, miraculous for me. The sun shone brilliantly through every crack in the blinds. I put on the kettle, traipsed downstairs to bring in the New York Times and went out on the sunny Frat Porch (deck of my bedroom that overlooks the Georgia Straight, Downtown, Stanley Park and North Shore Mountains). With my feet up, sipping on my green tea, I read for a bit before heading into the garden to snap some photos for the blog.

I haven't been writing for many reasons: I am now done with the major chemo (will continue with Herceptin which has just fatigue as a side-effect) as of 10 days ago; I am working every non-parent/householder/mutt-owner moment designing for my jewellery show that is coming up on June 18th; and I realized when my computer wasn't working for several days in the transition from Telus to Shaw that I wanted to be using it much less.

With the fantastic weather we're having, I want to be outside gardening, having BBQ's on our new portable Weber on the frat porch and basically enjoying life rather than writing about my life.

I am sure that I will get back to writing--as that feeds me too--but right now, no news is good news.

Wishing all of my dear followers and lurkers a wonderful day. May the fragrance of blooming wisteria and lilacs waft up your noses, may you have the time to delight in your kids/dogs/mates/friends and may your hearts be full and your worries be set aside even briefly so that you may hear the birdsong, smell the fragrant blossoms, consume delicous food and feel contentment even if mayhem is close at hand.