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.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

There Isn't Enough Time to Not Vote...

Voting Polls are open 8am-8pm

Today Whatever your politics and your point-of-view, vote.

No matter if you are voting for a candidate or against one, vote.

No matter if you are voting for a party or against one, vote.

No matter how crazy your day is today, vote.

Be the Change You Want to See in Vancouver, VOTE.

Also, there's a Referendum Question: First Past the Post or Representational Voting...

Confused about BC-STV? Try it and see if you like it By Charlie Smith, Georgia Straight

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Cancer Sufficiently Quashed to be Designing Jewellery Again...

Moms adore receiving a token of their darlin's affection on Mother's Day which is this Sunday, May 10th. Feel free to pass along the info to those who have mother's or drive those who have mothers. I will be open by appointment this week/weekend.

Tiffany's--who for the record got into the keys as pendants way after Screaming Peacock's one-of-a-kind vintage key and sterling silver heart pendants were introduced--cannot offer the uniqueness, the funk, or the prices that Screaming Peacock Jewellery canI am very happy to report a very good scan result and that I am feeling well enough to be back designing one-of-a-kind and extremely limited edition jewellery.

To make an appointment, please email me zoe@screamingpeacock.ca or call me 604-228-8555. I accept credit cards and of course cash and have all sorts of selection and gift certificates as well.Deepest thanks to all of my well-wishing followers and lurkers...I couldn't have pulled off my current happy news without you all.

Zoë

Monday, April 27, 2009

Temporary Retreatment

















It's time for me to go inward for a wee bit. Last week Zack had a sinus infection and missed two days of school. I was being cautious in terms of Hefneresque hand-washings, immune boosting etc. but could feel my body at the edge of sickness. I was working with pretty much trick that Lalitha has ever taught me and felt good about just barely averting illness.

But...I showed up on Friday for day one of Sacred Art of Dying Part II...hit a very intense emotional state and a cold/flu thinging came in like gangbusters.

I came home Saturday late afternoon and got straight into a hot bath and then went to bed. I got intense chills to the point that I slept with a very heavy wool hat on. Every time I had to get out of bed, it took my almost an hour to stop shivering. I just don't get sick like that normally and when I phoned Janie at Callanish to let her know that I just couldn't go to the last day of the workshop, she commented that my white blood-cell count is likely low and that's why I was feeling so ill. That reminded my that my oncologist had mentioned that it was already suppressed before my last dose of chemo.

This week on Wednesday afternoon I will have my next set of blood work done and meet with my oncologist who will have results from a CT scan that was done a couple of weeks ago, tumour markers (I already know that two are going in the right direction and that one is not) and my blood-work results. There is a certain level when the WBC count is too low to the point that one's chemo protocol is delayed. It is my understanding that I need to make great effort to avoid this so that I may continue my chemo cocktails at the optimal kill-the-cancer-but-not-quite-the person pace.

Chemo is scheduled for this Friday though there are a number of possible scenarios under which that may not happen. I'll know more Wednesday. Waiting for test results is really one of my least favourite things though it is a great opportunity to practice being in the moment. Really. Either my scan is better or it is worse. Either the tumour markers will cause my oncologist to suggest a change in my protocol or they won't. Either my white blood-cell count will allow me to continue chemo or it won't. All I can do about all of that is to take good care of my body. I rest is out of my hands...at least until Wednesday.

I have two days and lots of appointments and work to get done before chemo and it is sunny and the garden beckons as does my comfy bed and chairs placed strategically for maximizing vitamin D intake.

So...Saturday I spent the entire day either in bed or sorting through mountains of papers looking for things for my accountant and on Sunday...weeble that I am...I started to feel distinctly better. It helped of course that it was a glorious day. Some plants got planted...there was a lot of sibling trampoline bouncing...there was the traditional first day of the "music" truck (aka ice cream truck so named for the benefit of a mother with two young kids (me). The kids were four and two when I revealed to them that the nice man in the music truck was even nicer than they had imagined) driving by, opening of the wallet of the Mama as she gardens and the kids play/provoke one another.

Then into the car to take Charlotte to a class. I ended up with 90 minutes to have lunch and poke about the artisan co-ops at Granville Island. Charlotte joined me after her class and we ended our afternoon with some mother/daughter bonding over many things beautiful, innovative and well-crafted.

So...I am much better than I was two days ago and I need to be even better by Wednesday so I am putting myself on an energy-expenditure diet and going to try to slow down my pace.

I wish you all your desired mix of doing and of being. Ahhhhhhhhh...

Friday, April 24, 2009

Sacred Art of Dying II

I return to Callanish in the City for Part II of their inaugural workshop on the Sacred Art of Dying, today and tomorrow from 10am-5pm. Part of me would like to just stay close to home, spending the day divided between jewellery design, house de-disasterifying and gardening. Part of me is so happy to be back in the company of the very fine folk who source Callanish and the seven other participants.


I write this watching the sun rise colouring up the eastern sky, birds at the feeder, and reflect on the crazy month that I have had since Part I of the workshop. I have discovered advocacy and been part of a "take back Pacific Spirit Park" whistle initiative, started a new blog entitled: http://bethechangeyouwanttoseeinvancouver.blogspot.com/, written to the BC Cancer Agency about their--in my BFO--very unsavoury snack trolley and upon posting the letter on that blog after almost a month of awaiting a written response, received a hand-delivered letter from them less than 24 hours after mentioning that I was wondering about being in touch with some of my media contacts. I also with great efficiency was able to promote a very neat Earth Day event held in the parking lot of Lord Byng Secondary. Best Buy accepted people's old electronics to keep them out of the landfill. I heard through another parent that they had five times the response that had been expected. Thanks to all who participated and who now have less clutter in their homes.


I also had the great honour of being at the birth of friends' strapping bonny lad. That is truly a delicious memory. And then there was the meeting of this new being two days later with Zack and Charlotte. That was just an immense thrill for all of us.


I feel so full of live these days and know that it is because of being reminded of how precious and uncertain life is. I will go to Callanish to do the deepest work I am capable of so that I can maintain this appreciation of this life that is available to me this moment, moment, moment.


"A good death does honor to a whole life." ~Petrarch


"Apply yourself now, that at the hour of death, you may be glad and unafraid." ~Thomas à Kempis


"In my end is my beginning." ~T.S. Eliot


"When someone is born we rejoice,
When someone is married we celebrate
But when someone dies, we pretend that nothing happened." ~Margaret Mead

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Perfect Day for Even a Moment of Holiday


Happy Spectacular Day dear Vancouver followers and lurkers! This is what we've all waited for--our first high-pressure system. Long may it last. All hail King Soleil. Roll-up those sleeves, don those groovy shades, smile at random people, get out of your car: walk and bike. Grab lunch in the sun. Plant the plant you bought on Earth Day. Hug a kid (if they are known to you). Spring has sprung!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Life is No Brief Candle to Me

This is the true joy in life, to be used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one, to be thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap. To be a force of nature instead of a feverish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am a member of a community and as a member it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can before I die. Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch that I want to make burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.”

George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950)Irish literary Critic, Playwright and Essayist1925 Nobel Prize for Literature

Photo by Gabe Kircheimer

Monday, April 20, 2009

I'm a Weeble...

and as we all know: Weebles Wobble But They Don't Fall Down.


No matter what is thrown my way these days...and there has been a lot, much more than would be appropriate to put into a blog...I somehow keep managing to pop back up. Yes I do fall over. I go out, I appear to have tons of energy, be animated and engaged and then as soon as I am hope I go to bed.

For about a week to ten days after each chemo round, I am very low functioning. Then there is daily life of a single mom with a teen and a tween, that requires some sharp thinking which is on the other end of the continuum from chemo brain. Then there are interactions with the outside world. I have been saying for about a week now: "I'm just one side of crazy, but I'm not sure which."

On Saturday I was on the wrong side of crazy and realized yesterday that I must, must, must be much more judicious with my energy expenditure if I am going to somehow be able to "buy" an big fat life extension.

Luckily for me I have the resilient gene. I am a weeble and thankfully weebles wobble but they don't fall down.


http://www.weebles-wobble.com/


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weeble



And, of course, today's post would not be complete without a mention of our Canucks who are leading the first series of the playoffs against the Blues 3-0.

My resident statistician informs me that only two teams in the entire NHL history have come back from being down 3-0 in any series.

I made Zack cross when we were watching the final minutes of yesterday's game. I said "I feel sorry for the Blues." Zack looked at me in horror, asking me how on earth I could say that and telling me that I must leave the room if I planned on continuing on with that tack. I said that I a mom and I just can't help it but I did zip it as there is nothing more fun that watching playoff hockey with my boy when it's the Canucks who are playing and whoopin' the Blues.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

What's New Pussycat?

Yesterday, at the time that I would usually be entertaining myself with some new blog entry whilst watching the day dawn, drinking green tea and perusing The Globe and Mail and The Vancouver Sun, I receive the call. The call that I have been ready and waiting for for days. The call that I feared might come during last weekend's chemo combat recovery period. But no, it came yesterday!

Oh. You're wondering what on earth I'm on about? Well, it's not really my news to tell so here's the highly-edited version.

I had the great honour of being invited to be present and involved at the birth of a very, very dear friend's first child. It is the very first time that I have had such an invitation. It was of course the third birth I have been present at, if one can be called "present" during labour but the very first time that I was not the one doing all the hard work.

Mama and Baby did their parts impeccably and are doing great and Dad is justifiably, chest-swellingly proud of both of them.

I spent the late afternoon with my Mama hat back on, profoundly effected by what I had witnessed in the morning. The miracle of life. The abilities of two humans to make another human. The perfection that is a new human being.

Charlotte was having a very brief--I need food--tween moment and I said to her that she was lucky that I had had such a brilliant experience earlier in the day and was feeling so ecstatic otherwise she would have been on the receiving end of a very cranky Mama.

And another thing.........CANUCKS ROCK!

According to the statistician-in-residence, 90% of teams who win the first two games of a playoff series go on to win the series.

Have an awesome weekend.
Zoë

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Going Global--Maiwa auction Thursday, April 16th, 7:30pm in the Net Loft on Granville Island

Ajrakh Auction

Thursday, April 16th at 7:30 pm in the Net Loft on Granville Island

Join us [Maiwa] as we transform the Net Loft into a gallery. There will be a multi-media presentation and talk by Charllotte Kwon on the Khatri community of traditional blockprinters from Dhamadka, India, and the present water crisis.

There will be music, food, refreshments, and wine. But the most exciting part of the evening will be the live auction of textiles. Exquisite double sided ajrakhs, textiles from the Maiwa Collection, Jewelry and other items will be put up for bid.

During this evening, the Maiwa store will be open and 100% of the sale price of all items sold will be donated to the Foundation for Project Dhamadka.
Due to limited space please
RSVP to Maiwa 604 669 3939
or maiwa@maiwa.com
Please come and support us.

Want to Know More?
We've put pictures of these incredible double sided auction pieces up in a previous post.
Curious about how an ajrakh is made?
We've put up pictures of one cloth going through sixteen stages of production. With a double-sided ajrakh these stages must be performed on each side of the cloth. It takes an entire set of wooden blocks to print an ajrakh. Sometimes the pattern is asymetric - this means a separate set of blocks must be carved for each side.
The pi�ce de r�sistance? A double-sided ajrakh printed with different colours on each side!
Want to hear the Khatris themselves speak about ajrakh?
Listen to our three podcasts featuring the Khatri brothers from Dhamadka and Ajrakpur.
Excerpts from
Masters of the Art
The Khatri Blockprinters of Dhamadka and Ajrakhpur
Part 1 - Presentation
Razzaque Mohammed Khatri and Ismail Mohammed Khatri
with Eiluned Edwards
Excerpts from
Masters of the Art
The Khatri Blockprinters of Dhamadka and Ajrakhpur
Part 2 - Questions from the Audience with
Razzaque Mohammed Khatri and Ismail Mohammed Khatri
and Eiluned Edwards
Excerpts from
Kismet, Ajrakh, and the Fish of Knowledge:
Collaborating with Craftspeople in India
Eiluned Edwards

When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Go on a Holiday!

Yesterday was an awesome, gorgeous sunny day and so after my 2 1/2 hour session with my wonderful TCM/not-so-tiny-needle torture doctor...direct quote: "If the point is 'strong' like that, you know it's the right point"....'strong' being a euphamism that for being brought to instinctive in-hard-labour breathing (apologies to those who haven't had being at a birth/birthing and have no idea what I am talking about)...I went on a 3 1/2 hour holiday.


First, to get into that holiday mode toute de suite, I walked a few blocks, down some scary stairs (should have had my whistle with me!) and hopped onto the wee ferry boat that after $3 and about as many minutes I was on an island!

All that sea air gave me an appetite so my first stop was the Indian food stall for a thali plate of curried cabbage, spinach and potato. I of course ate in the courtyard and as a tourist took photos of other tourists and had my photo taken.

I told the group of Brits whose photo I had just taken, that they were getting a wildly incorrect experience of Vancouver weather and that before they decide that they want to immigrate here that they should know that this was our nicest day in seven months and that we have the same shite weather hear as they do in the U.K.

After lunch, I poked about some of the shops, did my part to help out the B.C. economy and then walked up to 4th to take the bus home. I still had a few minutes when I got home to sit in the sun on the back deck, hang some laundry on the line, watch the birds, delight in the blooming flowers and budding shrubs.

We made it through the winter!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Chemo Combat..................................Me and my Mutt Kickin' Big "C's" Butt

Chemo combat:

Day 1: 6 hours of pre-meds and chemo. Fabulously distracted by dear friends.

Day 2: Woke up with no side effects other than extreme fatigue. Stayed in bed all day other than getting up to let the dog out or grab a snack.

Day 3: Woke up and was suddenly wildly nauseous, remembered that I still had one more anti-nausea pill to take (1 each for day 1-3 for a total of $100 + tax....this is what you buy for someone going through chemo...flowers are nice but wonderdrugs are nicer!). I pulled off a walk with Sadie at the local park and then was back to bed and crazy symptoms....feverishly hot, jaw-crushing pain, tingling in hands and feet, racing heart, faintness when standing, breakthrough nausea...it went on for hours with me looking at over a half-dozen prescription bottles thinking "okay, what to take, when to take, how much to take, and if too much, will I wake?"

Day 4: Good news. I did wake up. Sunny. Good. Brain. Dead. Kids. Coming back in a couple hours.


Can't wait for my own personal resurrection.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

"Too Good" as my buddy Kelly would say...

I was looking to see if the VSB had issued a media release about the Byng whistle distribution and found an online report that had a reference to and a quote from me. Out of curiousity I read the article and then read the 36 comments that had been posted regarding the news story (I wonder at the free time some people have, anyway...)

I came across:

Posted 2009/04/09 at 1:11 AM ET--wrenn1 wrote:

"Just saw "Zoe"'s tv appearance. She scares me with or without her whistle. "

You can vote for or against the comment. I voted for it, as had 10 and 1 voted against...that was probably my Mom.

"Too Good" as Kelly always says after we've split a gut over some non-fiction event.

If you want to learn more about what random strangers think of "Zoë Lewis" please click on:

http://www.cbc.ca/canada/british-columbia/story/2009/04/08/bc-body-park-reopens.html#socialcomments

p.s. I look at this photo and I kind of scare myself...as my face gets smaller, my teeth get bigger....grrrrrrr.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Adventures in Chemoland: Episode #4




















Chemo #4: 4/10/09--"Good" Friday--Herceptin, Taxol and Carboplatin

I was in a complete state the entire night, a dark night of the soul as intense as any I've ever had and I've had many. I kept thinking about Wendy Ladner-Beaudry, the woman who was murdered in Pacific Spirit Park on Friday, April 3 as she was jogging. The killer has not been caught and the police are saying that they have no suspects.

I was feeling exhausted from the week. Personal hassles. Whistle co-ordinating. Media interviews and Chemo. God I hate chemo. It is so brutally hard to be doing this to my body and yet...it seems to be working...symptoms of the cancer are lessening though it is clear that the cancer has not miraculously vanished.

I desperately did not want to go to the Agency. I slow-poked my way through the early morning packing up all of my soothing comforts and distractions. I was so worried about my fragile state, thinking if I feel so ill and wasted now what am I going to feel like after the chemo? I tearfully phoned my dear friend Dolly and she dropped everything and came and picked me up and took me to the Cancer Agency. I had asked Natasha the night before if she might stop in...we ended up having a bit of a party.

Natasha and Dolly were all dolled up looking gorgeous in their colourful outfits showing lots of cleavage. Their two chairs formed a circle of protection around me.

Natasha brought bright pink heart stickers which we stuck on all of the chemo bags labelled: "Spectacular Healing Juice".

My session lasted for 6 hours. I had about an hour's nap after the Benedryl (one of the "pre-meds") which gave Dolly and Natasha a chance to bond some more...this was only their second time seeing one another but both Dolly and Kelly felt the same way I did from the first moments of meeting Natasha. The rest of time we just told stories and laughed. The time really flew. The experience was enhanced by the fact that I lucked out and got chemo nurse Fran who is both highly competent and extremely lovely. You can just see the back of her behind D. & N.

We walked out of the building. Dolly http://www.dolly.hopkins.com/ took off to meet up with her team who are helping to staging a huge Earth Day event at Jericho Beach on April 18th from 11 am - 4 pm. http://www.evergreen.ca/earthdayvancouver/

Nathasha had a bit of time before hooking up with another friend and so we grabbed a bit at the Eatery. I had an enormous Lava Roll and a pint of Russell Cream Ale and then since it was so delicious together and I was still hungry, I ordered another roll and another pint. Natasha drove me home and came in long enough to fall in love with the noble mutt and threaten to dognap her. I hung out with Sadie for a while, read for a bit and fell asleep.

I slept very soundly until about 7:30am and woke up with absolutely no chemo side-effects other than extreme fatigue. Was it because of the pink heart stickers saying "Spectacular Healing Juice" on the chemo bags or was it the wonderful, wonderful company of two girlfriends who "get" me or was it the 2 pints of dark beer? I'll never know for sure but I sure am grateful! May it last, last, last.