Since I don’t have a dog, I tried to figure out how I could meaningfully participate. Since many of my friends either volunteer with organizations that help rescue dogs or have rescue dogs themselves (or both), I decided to use the opportunity to help tell the stories of some rescue dogs who need homes.
My friend Gabrielle connected me with Black Cats and Old Dogs, a rescue organization which prides itself on “rescuing what others refuse.” I used their website to filter for the most senior dogs. Since there were three, I dedicated each of the three miles to one of the senior dogs who needs a home! Here’s the way I modified the bib to feature them:
Mile One – Fannie
Fannie is a 9-year-old Yellow Lab mix who acts more like a 4-year-old! If you play ball with her, you will be her best friend for life. Fannie is good with other dogs and doesn’t have any concern about cats. She is house broken, spayed, current on vaccines, and heart worm negative. Learn more about her (and see a video!) here.
Mile Two – Maria
Maria is a 12-year-old Husky Shepherd mix. She loves to cuddle on the couch and she also loves all cats and dogs. Most of all, she loves relaxing in a quiet home.
Mile Three – Nicholas
Nicholas is a 7-year-old lab mix who will make the perfect family dog! He’s a sweet and gentle guy who just wants to be loved! Nicholas is neutered, current on vaccines, and has begun slow kill heart worm treatment.
The Race Itself
The actual running part of the race wasn’t all that remarkable. I’ve run the route around my neighborhood countless times before. My time was one of the worst times for that route (I am still experiencing some heart rate challenges so I’ve tried to stop obsessing about “bad” times). However, I did pass a neighbor run/walking with her new dog (twice), which seemed fitting given the dedication/purpose of my run.
The “medal” was a piece of paper designed to look like a medal:
(Note: There were actual medals (for humans AND dogs!) but I opted for the digital swag package!)
I also had the additional momentum of being part of a community who cares about dogs and wants to celebrate their role in the fitness world — as companions, motivators, and diversions (with their amusing antics).
Awesome pace or not, it was still PAWsitively fantastic (I had to fit one pun in!) to be part of The Puppy Run!
More on Fannie, Maria, and Nicholas
For more information about these three dogs and the other animals up for adoption from Black Cats and Old Dogs, please click here.
If you are here in Tallahassee, stop by P.A.W.S. tomorrow (5/22/16) between noon and 4 p.m. to meet some of the animals up for adoption!
April 24, 2016 is the start of World Immunization Week 2016, a week when WHO and other global health advocates highlight recent gains in immunization coverage, and focus on further steps countries can take to “Close the Immunization Gap” and meet global vaccination targets by 2020.
On Saturday, April 30, 2016, I will be hosting a FUNdraiser at Nuberri on Blairstone Road here in Tallahassee. Nuberri is donating 25% of the pre-tax amount of the checks for any customers who mention Shot at Life!
Having participated in three Shot at Life Champion summits, a Social Good summit, and other immunization-related trainings, I am well aware that the process of getting a vaccine to a child in a developing country is not as simple as, say, pulling down on a pump and getting a delicious cup of frozen yogurt. Still, there are similarities:
Immunizations: The need is clear. One child dies every 20 seconds from a vaccine-preventable disease.
Yogurt: Well, OKAY – this is a want not a need but … FROZEN YOGURT PEOPLE!
Immunizations: Planning is paramount in order to have the right vaccinations, in the right amount, at the right time.
Yogurt: A business has to plan in advance for what people are going to choose and when they are going to choose it.
Immunizations: The process of manufacturing vaccines for developing countries involves a dizzying array of details.
Yogurt: That deliciousness doesn’t happen magically. Someone has to mix up the components of the tasty treats!
Immunizations: Many vaccines must be stored at cool temperatures in order to remain viable. This is not simple.
Yogurt: It’s called FROZEN yogurt for a reason! You have to chill it to keep it refreshing!
Immunizations: Finally! With immunizations, children are more likely to make it to their 5th birthdays!
Yogurt: Nom nom. All that work pays off as we share sweet desserts and sweet time with friends!
More About April 30
I think we would all agree it’s easier to get a cup full of delicious frozen yogurt than it is to get a rotavirus vaccine to a child in Pakistan, but with the April 30 Share Day you can do both, thanks to the generosity of Nuberri Blairstone Road. They are donating 25% of the proceeds from that day for anyone who mentions Shot at Life to help children around the world have access to immunizations! How cool is that?!
Date: Saturday, April 30, 2016, 11:30 a.m. to 11 p.m.
Location: Nuberri, 101 North Blairstone Road (in the Governor’s Crossing shopping center)
To Help Shot at Life: Mention Shot at Life at checkout. You will be asked to sign your receipt.
If you want to participate but can’t make it: You’ll be missed! Please feel free to donate by clicking here.
I’m giving a $10 giftcard to Nuberri to one of my readers. Use it at the Share Day or use it whenever!
Note: For winners who do not have access to Nuberri, I will donate $10 to Shot at Life in your name instead.
I have the good fortune to live in a place where it is as simple for me to ensure my children have necessary immunizations as it is to indulge in a delicious frozen yogurt treat. Millions of mothers worldwide are not so fortunate.
That’s why, this World Immunization Week (and year-round), I am using my voice to make Need * Plan * Make * Chill * Serve apply to more than yogurt. It’s also about giving children around the world a Shot at Life!
Phew! I returned from the 5th Annual Shot at Life Champion Summit (this was my 3rd), with plans for a blog post overflowing with reflections, facts, and experiences.
BUT, it didn’t take long before it became apparent that maybe I should have spent about half an hour at some point in the prior months and gotten the flu shot I’ve been encouraging everyone else to get as part of the Give a Shot Get a Shot program.
At a Walgreens in Washington DC, checking out a Give a Shot Get a Shot display.
That’s why tonight’s post from the sick bed contains a few anecdotes and pictures, with the promise of a “bigger” post later!
I am so grateful that this summit gave me the opportunity to finally meet (and interview in front of the summit audience) Minda Dentler. She is a triathlete, polio survivor, and mom. I first learned about her when Charity Miles encouraged participants to vote for her when she was nominated for an ESPY. She may not have won the ESPY but she won my gratitude and admiration in the biggest of ways!
Even for a cause I love so dearly, such as making sure children worldwide have a chance at living to their 5th birthdays and not succumbing to vaccine-preventable diseases, I still find it difficult to speak up sometimes.
When I spotted Debbie Wasserman-Schultz conducting a press interview as we waited for our meeting with Rep. Alan Grayson, I faced a choice: leap in front of her path and give my elevator speech or leave it at telling my fellow champions “yeah, I remember her from her time in Florida, when Wayne (my husband) was a staff person in the legislature.”
I leapt. I gave the elevator speech. Her staff member now holds a packet full of Shot at Life material. Every leap holds the potential to make a difference.
My view as I tried to decide whether to leap or not.
Did you know food is not allowed in the US Capitol complex? EVEN if the food is Girl Scout Cookies you’ve been carrying around ALL DAY LONG to enjoy at the end of hours upon hours of advocacy. Although we dodged the cookie confiscation bullet one time when we entered the US Capitol complex, we weren’t so lucky at the end of the day when we entered the Capitol complex for a reception honoring Rep. Jim McDermott.
Security was having none of it.
I won’t go into our technique, but suffice it to say although we were instructed to put the cookies in the dumpster (really, is it even AMERICAN to put unopened boxes of Girl Scout cookies in a dumpster?), we, um, “found another home for them” and the cookie party later that evening was worth the hassle!
Let me tell you, these advocates are as creative and dogged about protecting children worldwide as they are about safeguarding Girl Scout cookies. The children of the world are in the best (and most fun, for what it’s worth!) hands!
And lastly, a travel lesson learned:
I had a companion on my Super Shuttle on the way from BWI to Washington, DC, who gave me a piece of advice about the return trip to BWI. She suggested that Uber would be more comfortable and roughly the same price as a Super Shuttle. That sounded good to me, so I didn’t make a return reservation.
I’m a bit of a freak about punctuality when traveling, so I ordered the Uber in plenty of time to make BWI prior to my flight. Imagine my surprise when Uber notified me that it was “surge pricing” time and it would cost a lot more to get to BWI than it would at non-surge pricing time. I called Super Shuttle, which said it was too late to hop on one of those. I was just on the verge of accepting the surge pricing (sigh….) when I got a notification from Uber that regular pricing was back in effect and I should request as quickly as possible. I did and all was good, but notes were taken for the future. Backup plans are good.
Cookies, Leaping, and Inspiration aside … why do we do this? Take the 1:38, less than two minutes, to watch this video and I’m pretty sure it will be clear.
I have so many ideas for posts, but the more pressing issue is the 5:30 am flight I have tomorrow morning for the annual Shot at Life Champions summit!
While at the summit, I will be the advocate behind the @Vaccines Twitter account. Keep me busy — send me questions and encouragement!
I also hope to catch the first commercial-free showing of He Named Me Malala tomorrow night on the National Geographic Channel at 8 ET/7 CT! (Read more in my blog, The Magic of Malala, from a few weeks ago!).
For now, a simple thank you to the four women who shared this past weekend with me as they ran the Seaside Half Marathon and I ran the Seaside 5K. The good company, the beautiful place, and the energy of being surrounded by so many runners simply made me (and them!) JUMP FOR JOY!
I hope something during your week makes you jump for joy!
When I walked into Autism Cooks Thursday night, the first person I spoke with was Joy Moore from the Center for Autism and Related Disabilities. Any time I speak with someone from CARD, and any time I go to an autism-related event at all, my mind flashes back to me, sitting in an observation room, watching my 13-month-old be assessed for signs of autism. I picture the staff person pointing to an object on the wall, trying loudly and animatedly to get his attention as he just looks at her, utterly nonresponsive to her efforts. (Responsiveness to cues is one indicator researchers look for in children who can’t speak yet to assess their receptive language skills.)
There would be other moments just like that over the year when he participated in the First Words project. More videotaped assessments (I’m sure the video still exists somewhere!), a therapeutic playgroup, months when my mind was preoccupied by the “what ifs” regarding whether or not my son was on the autism spectrum.
By his second birthday, the conclusion was that he was not on the spectrum, and that developmentally he was age-appropriate and a “slow talker” (which is hilarious in the light of his verbosity now). He stayed involved in CARD through his fifth birthday, participating in annual assessments for a longitudinal study they were conducting. I am sure that helped them research-wise but it also helped me as a parent have a sense of how he was doing developmentally.
All of that – the research, the early exposure for me as a parent to the signs of autism, the compassion and professionalism shown to me by the staff members at CARD – contributed to the fact that I am a passionate supporter of autism-related causes. I know that a growing issue, as autism becomes more prevalent, is how adults with autism will have a way to make a living, to have shelter and food, and to be supported by their communities.
That is why the Autism Cooks event Thursday night, and the potential for Autism Cooks to become a full-time location where people can come together with friends who have autism as well as friends who don’t and feel at ease while learning life skills, captured my heart and my imagination. There’s no reason our community can’t be a place where that happens.
At Autism Cooks, Kevin Graham and Kiersten Lee, of Paisley Cafe, along with Chef Arturo, demonstrated how to bake sugar cookies, distributed delicious fresh cookies and milk, and sent everyone home with take-home bags! In addition, the Center for Autism and Related Disabilities was present to distribute information, promote its upcoming 5K, and accept voluntary donations.
Here are some pictures of the event:
Kiersten explains the baking process.
A rapt audience watches Kevin, Chef Arturo, and Kiersten prepare the dough.
The finished product!
I’m most excited to hand everyone their cookies. I know they will like them. – Kevin Graham
Kiersten reads the Autism Cooks brochure – the first time Kevin has seen it!
He came into my life at just the right moment. I could tell he needed some Kiki, but what he didn’t know is that I needed a friend like him more. He’s the best present Paisley’s given me. – Kiersten Lee
Who needs Gordon Ramsay (no offense, Gordon); I’ve met Kevin Graham!
A few comments from the Autism Cooks Brochure:
Autism cooks is an original Tallahassee project spearheaded by restauranteur and entrepreneur Kiersten Lee and her forever friend, Kevin Graham.
The pair met the way Kiersten meets a lot of people — at Paisley Cafe over a bowl of grits. Kevin, a Lively Tech. culinary student, was an employee of then neighbor Lucy & Leo’s Cupcakery. He’d spend the early morning hours before his shift quietly hanging out at Paisley.
“You should have seen his smile when I handed him that bowl of grits,” laughed Kiersten. “He looked up at me and said, ‘Thank you, Kiki.’ He had known my name all along.”
The future of Autism Cooks is an evolving concept. The dream (to reiterate from above): A full-time location where people with autism can come together with friends like Kevin and Kiersten and feel at ease while learning life skills.
In this brief clip, Malala and Colbert share laughs over card tricks. I remember watching this interview last September and thinking, “if I didn’t know she had changed the world in a breathtakingly courageous and daring way, I would almost think she’s pretty much any other young adult chatting it up with a comedian.”
The thing is: Malala is not just “any other young adult.” She is the world’s youngest Nobel Peace Prize winner. As explained via her website:
On 9 October 2012, as Malala and her friends were travelling home from school, a masked gunman entered their school bus and asked for Malala by name. She was shot with a single bullet which went through her head, neck and shoulder. Two of her friends were also injured in the attack.
Malala survived the initial attack, but was in a critical condition. She was moved to Birmingham in the United Kingdom for treatment at a hospital that specialises in military injuries. She was not discharged until January, 2013 by which time she had been joined by her family in the UK.
The Taliban’s attempt to kill Malala received worldwide condemnation and led to protests across Pakistan. In the weeks after the attack, over 2 million people signed a right to education petition, and the National Assembly swiftly ratified Pakistan’s first Right To Free and Compulsory Education Bill.
This February 29, 2016, we all have an opportunity to learn more about Malala and celebrate her contributions when He Named Me Malala, Davis Guggenheim’s acclaimed film, has its commercial-free television premiere on the National Geographic channel at 8:00 pm ET/7:00 pm CT.
Here’s the trailer for the film:
If you are on Twitter, you can help spread the word with the following tweets!
#HeNamedMeMalala premiers on @natgeochannel 2/29 at 8/7c. See it and stand #withMalala!on.natgeo.com/1VbVWaJ
Mark your calendar to stand #withMalala for girls’ ed. #HeNamedMeMalala premiering on @natgeochannel on.natgeo.com/1VbVWaJ
Having a daughter who is close in age to Malala, I marvel at the opportunities my daughter has had to learn, work, and grow free of oppression. It is unthinkable that any young woman in our world has to risk death in order to get the education all children deserve, and I commend Malala for her courage, her passion, and her articulate and motivational ways.
Her card tricks aren’t bad either!
For more information:
About the commercial-free showing of He Named Me Malala on the National Geographic Channel, click here.
Follow The Malala Fund on Facebook by clicking here.
Follow The Malala Fund on Twitter by clicking here.
Take action to stand #WithMalala by clicking here.
I’m not sure if he remembers this interaction, but the first time I met Sasan, I was meeting up with Christina at Jaleo in DC. It was our first IRL meeting after a long Twitter friendship. All those times I say, “I’ve never intentionally met up with someone from Twitter and walked away disappointed,” I most definitely mean this friendship and meeting. Anyway, he had family in town so he briefly introduced himself then left while Christina and I commenced with sangria consumption. A bit later, my Faceblindness reared its clueless head when he walked up and I gave him a blank look. He said, “I’m the husband.” LOL I think about that little phrase all the time! We had an opportunity to spend a little time together when I was in DC last September (Faceblindness-free hooray!).
To get to the point, Sasan is dealing with a chronic illness brought on by mold poisoning. Mold poisoning is a poorly understood condition and the extent to which this devoted couple has had to upend their lives in order to try to improve his health is daunting. It’s most accurate to hear Christina’s version. Here’s an excerpt:
There’s a lot about mold exposure and environmental illness that seemingly makes no sense. There are a lot of unknowns and even more “unseens” that make it a mystery, not only to the doctors and providers who are treating it, but to the person who is suffering from it. I have learned a lot about all the things you can’t see simply by listening to and learning from my superhero husband.
What you can’t see is the constant pain he is in. He looks like the picture of health, but inside he’s hurting. He can’t buy warm clothes because many fabrics are also contaminated. So much of what is in stores has been imported, often by boat (a prime breeding ground for mold), and the fabrics irritate him. He can’t find a warm coat right now — so we are not looking forward to the colder days that are invevitably coming. While he is smiling on the outside, my warrior husband is suffering on the inside. But he’ll never let you see it.
What you can’t see is contaminated environments. Despite being a new building, recently cleaned, or looking nice, some things aren’t what they seem. There have been countless times that we’ve walked into a restaurant, store, or other building only to learn seconds later (because that’s how long it takes to react) that something just isn’t right. New buildings (or recently renovated ones) frequently have residual construction dust that can exacerbate his symptoms. We often play “Goldilocks” in a restaurant to find a seat that’s just right (not too near the outdoors, or near dusty plants, or near exposed brick, or, or, or…).This level of sensitivity to contamination is what has prevented him from finding a place to live, and why he’s living in a hotel room. It’s an invisible prison.
What you can’t see is the incredible strength. For more than four years, this has been our reality. And for four years, my husband has kept hurting, kept going, kept fighting. Every day is like a chess match, anticipating what new challenge this disease is going to throw at us, what move we will have to make next to think ahead. And despite every setback, every devastating pivot, my husband has been nothing short of amazing. Check and mate, we will beat this thing because of his incredible strength.
I value Christina’s friendship and the fact she’s one of the few people in the world I can send a crazy “WTH?” or “I’m so exhausted” DM to and get the requisite amount of empathy. She was also the silent co-author of the 12 Most Supercilious Corpspeak Terms.
Here are the ways you can help:
If you are in the DC area, attend the Fight Mold Poisoning Fund Raiser and Silent Auction on December 8 from 5-8 p.m. at Sprig and Sprout. Your $20 donation at the door will go toward the cause. (RSVP even if you’re not attending so you can access the silent auction goodies!).
The silent auction closes at noon on 12/8 and includes:
When I had an opportunity to write about women who made an impact on the Global Goal of Health (Number 3 of the 17!), one of the organizations I learned about during my research was CCBRT (Comprehensive Community Based Rehabilitation in Tanzania). CCBRT, a locally registered NGO, is the largest indigenous provider of disability services in Tanzania. CCBRT empowers people with disabilities and their families, improves their quality of life, and ensures access to medical and rehabilitative treatment. CCBRT is also a leading partner of the Government of Tanzania in the fight to improve the quality of maternal and newborn healthcare in the country. This #GivingTuesday, I am sharing their story.
The CCBRT Facility
The best way to learn about CCBRT is to get acquainted with someone for whom CCBRT has been a life changer. Bashira (whose name has been changed to ensure her privacy) is one of those “someones.”
Bashira was 17-years-old and working as a field laborer in Tanzania when she became pregnant. In the months leading up to her delivery, she did everything she was supposed to, attending antenatal appointments and preparing for the birth of her child.
When the labor pains began, Bashira’s grandmother called a Traditional Birth Attendant to assist her granddaughter through the delivery, but there was a complication. After two days of labor, Bashira went to the hospital where medical teams rushed to perform an emergency C-section. They were too late. Her newborn son only lived for one hour.
Two days after she lost her baby, Bashira started leaking urine. Her doctors diagnosed the leaking as a birth injury, obstetric fistula; a condition Bashira had never heard of, and couldn’t afford to have corrected.
“I felt depressed; I felt like my heart was heavy,” she says, now 21-years-old.
Three years passed, and the chronic incontinence forced Bashira into isolation. Her parents remained supportive, but her friends, other relatives, and community abandoned her.
“I couldn’t go to work,” she remembers. “I couldn’t go to church, I couldn’t talk to my friends; they ignored me.”
Bashira was isolated from the friends she desperately needed: except for one. This year, one of her friends saw an advertisement on the side of a bus for CCBRT, one of the leading providers of fistula treatment in Tanzania. Every year CCBRT changes the lives of over 1 million people by providing healthcare services, training local medical teams, strengthening the existing infrastructure, and piloting advocacy and health education programs in Tanzanian communities.
After calling CCBRT, Bashira’s bus ticket was paid for by one of CCBRT’s Fistula Ambassadors, as part of their innovative TransportMyPatient Program. A few days later, Bashira arrived safely at the hospital in Dar es Salaam for surgery. She also received physiotherapy, health education, and counseling to address the emotional and psychological trauma she had suffered as a result of her condition. Every stage of Bashira’s treatment and rehabilitation was provided free of charge. She now wants to study to become a doctor or lawyer when she returns home. Thanks to a life changing procedure, Bashira has the confidence to aim high, and look towards a brighter future.
There are thousands like Bashira who need our help.
Tanzania has one of the highest rates of maternal mortality and morbidity in the world. Estimates suggest that one woman will die every hour from birth-related complications. For every woman that dies, 20 more women will develop an infection or debilitating impairment. By improving the quality of care available to expectant mothers and their newborns we can prevent the tragic loss of life and years of silent suffering. The cost of the surgery that restored Bashira’s future was $750. The cost to have a trained team assist with her delivery would have been $215. An investment in prevention makes sense.
How can you help?
Kupona Foundation is the US-based sister organization of CCBRT, mobilizing resources and activating awareness to enable the continuation of CCBRT’s life changing programs. Kupona Foundation gives individuals and institutions in the United States the opportunity to foster direct, local impact, empowering people like Bashira to realize their full potential by improving their access to quality healthcare. From 2009 to 2014, Kupona mobilized nearly $1.5 million for CCBRT.
As of December 1st, Kupona is participating in a competition through the GlobalGiving.org page, with up to $3,000 of bonus funds available. Their goal this month is to raise $10,000 to support CCBRT, and provide safe deliveries for over 45 mothers in Tanzania.
As they kick off the holiday season, they ask that you stand with them to provide the mothers and newborns of Tanzania with the healthcare they need and deserve. The beginning of Bashira’s story has been the status quo for too long; your support can change that.
Kupona Foundation is a 501(c)(3) registered non-profit. Donations to Kupona Foundation are tax-deductible to the extent allowed by law. Please visit www.kuponafoundation.org to learn more about our work, and check out our social media pages on Twitterand Facebook. You can contact us directly for more information at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Back in the spring, when my father-in-law was at the Tallahassee Memorial Cancer Center every day for weeks as he got radiation treatment for throat cancer, one little tiny “treat” I looked forward to each day was taking a puffy peppermint candy from one of the ubiquitous candy containers placed strategically throughout the center. I always took it a little surreptitiously, grabbing it one-handed and somehow slipping it out of the wrapper and into my mouth while simultaneously pushing a wheelchair (because if there’s anything mothers of young children and caregivers of elderly people learn, it’s how to do multiple tasks despite highly occupied hands!). Such a small thing, but a tiny moment in each trip which felt like “mine.”
Who Is Doing All This Caregiving?
There are 40 million unpaid caregivers in the U.S. Many caregivers, like me, are boomer women, often sandwiched between the needs of their parents and their own kids. A popular misconception is that caregivers are paid medical professionals, providing full-time care to someone in need of daily help, when in reality, most caregivers are family members or friends who are also working and managing their own families at the same time.
For many, the caregiving role starts with simple things like scheduling a doctor’s visit or helping with daily errands, but gradually expands over time, until it becomes a major commitment in their lives. For our family, everything changed in June 2014 when my father-in-law was hospitalized for a subdural hematoma which occurred when he fell. Returning to living alone (even with the amount of support we had been providing with daily visits) was out of the question.
This video describes some of the challenges faced by unpaid family caregivers:
Almost three in ten people who are caring for someone say their life has changed with caregiving, oftentimes for the negative. More than one in five say their weight, their exercise, or their social life has/have suffered. Emotionally, one in five say they are generally unhappier and one in three say they feel sad or depressed. That’s why AARP created a community where caregivers can connect with experts and other caregivers and can find information and tools to take even better care of the person who once took care of them.
Candid disclosure: I participated in the National Family Caregivers campaign last year, promoted the benefits of the AARP Community, and wrote how I would be “digging in.” I have not dug in. One of the biggest challenges of this caregiver life, to me, is the fact that there are lots of great resources out there, but it takes time to track them down and research them. It feels like a catch-22.
How You Can Help
There is something that you can do during National Family Caregivers month to support a caregiver in your life. On behalf of the Ad Council and AARP I am asking for your support in helping to raise awareness of the Caregiver Assistance campaign through the Random Acts of Kindness for Caregivers initiative which aims to recognize and support unpaid caregivers in the U.S. The initiative, which is kicking off this month, encourages all Americans to perform an unexpected “Random Act of Kindness” for a caregiver. By starting a nationwide movement, we’ll raise awareness of caregiving and caregivers while at the same time reaching caregivers directly—helping to alleviate some of their daily stresses and reward them for their ongoing support.
I’m going to share what I did, because if it brightens the recipients’ days even a quarter of how it brightened mine to do it, then brightness will abound!!!
As I tried to decide what to do, several ideas floated through my mind. I thought about my fellow caregivers I passed going to and from treatment at the Tallahassee Memorial Cancer Center, about how I could possibly sit in the parking lot, wait until they had taken their patient in, then sneak a note and small gift onto their car. But, being a caregiver myself, I have to be a little strategic about when I can leave the house and I wasn’t sure how much time all that stalking would take (I’m also really bad at being sneaky!).
I contacted our local Elder Day Stay (candid disclosure #2: contacting Elder Day Stay to explore it as an option for my situation has been on my list too, one of those “when can I find time to do this?” things so I was killing two birds with one email stone.) Vicky from Elder Day Stay was such a delight to exchange ideas with. After thinking through the kinds of things my experience as a caregiver led me to believe they would like, I chose these items to include in goodie bags to be distributed to caregivers at pickup from Elder Day Stay:
A Sharpie because a) I love Sharpies and b) a Sharpie was a great fit for the verse I had planned. (It turns out the caregivers at Elder Day Stay have to mark the participants’ belongings with Sharpie so this was a win-win for all!).
A fragrant hand sanitizer because one of the universal truths of caregiving appears to be: bodily functions will always be involved. I want them to at least have a sweet smell to mitigate the less fragrant aromas. I love the “give thanks” sentiment! Once Cam and Shanelle at the Governor’s Square Bath and Body Works learned what I was doing, they gave me 30 bags and 30 pre-cut ribbons to use for these treats, as well as fantastic attitudes! I am grateful.
A chocolate bar because a) these caregivers deserve a treat and b) I needed a bar of some kind to fit in with the verse I had planned. I thought about getting something healthy (protein bar, fiber, blah blah blah) however I wanted these people to have a small but decadent treat!
After you choose (and do!) your random act of kindness for a caregiver, please share your story with AARP. If you submit a 150 word or less summary of how you made a caregiver feel special along with a photo, you’ll be entered to win a cash prize from a $10,000 pot. (Note: the contest lasts through March 15, 2016, but Thanksgiving would be the perfect time to get the random act of kindness ball rolling!).
You could make the tiny bit of “me time” difference those Cancer Center mints provided me!
This is a sponsored post on behalf of Element Associates and Midlife Boulevard.
I participated in the United NYC Half Marathon in March 2015 as part of Team in Training for LLSUSA. Whereas I originally thought my March half marathon was going to be a “one and done” effort for LLSUSA, I felt differently after completing the race.
I feel differently because I know our fundraising efforts ARE making a difference, as seen in the recent approval of Darzalex for patients with previously treated Multiple Myeloma.
I feel differently because every step I take as part of Team in Training takes me into the orbit of someone else I grow to care about, from whom I simply can’t walk away, like Justin Karpf.
I met Justin, who is the honored hero at the upcoming FSU Light the Night walk, when I went to the Tequila and Tapas fundraiser at Madison Social in October. When I arrived, I noticed a young man in an LLS shirt. We talked about many things, including his law studies, his involvement in children’s health issues (yay!), and his girlfriend in New York. It wasn’t until he turned around and I saw that his shirt said “survivor,” that I realized he wasn’t just another patron there for the tequila and tapas.
Justin agreed to share his story:
Justin is seated to my right in this picture.
My name is Justin Karpf. When I was 20 years old, I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. I was about to start my senior year at the University of Central Florida (UCF) in May 2012. I did not feel particularly ill before being diagnosed, but I felt some soreness under my left arm. During a routine check-up that month, I told my doctor about it, which quickly led to scans, a diagnosis, and biopsies. Luckily, my doctors caught the cancer early and I was able to start treatment shortly after the diagnosis. I was involved with several student organizations and planned to spend the summer at UCF, but I ended up taking the summer and fall semesters off for chemotherapy and radiation.
After I was diagnosed, treatment started almost immediately. I started with 6 rounds of chemotherapy, which started the week after my 21st birthday. During chemo, I lost my hair and a lot of my strength. Though I responded well to the treatment, I had to stay home most of the time because of how low my white blood cell count was, which also led to dietary restrictions. After chemo, I had a month of radiation treatment. By the time I finished radiation, some of my hair had started to come back and I was able to eat and exercise normally again. My cancer was in remission when I finished treatment, and has been for over 2 years now.
I still need to get scans twice a year and see my oncologists, but I have been able to get my life back on track. I graduated UCF in May 2013 and am now in my second year of law school at Florida State University (FSU). My strength and hair have returned, but my life will never be the same; there is always the risk of relapse or a secondary cancer looming over me, but I am determined to continue working towards my goals and not living in fear. I am fortunate that I was able to overcome this disease thanks to the amazing medical professionals that oversaw my treatment, as well as the support from my family, friends, and organizations like the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society (LLS).
Last year, I was a Team Captain and Honored Hero for LLS in Tallahassee and am privileged to do the same this year. Light the Night is a great way to raise money for a great cause; the money we raise at events like Light the Night truly helps to save lives. Thank you to everybody who has walked with us before and welcome to those who are just joining us!
Ways You Can Help:
Make a donation to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society here (so Justin gets the credit!).
Join us Thursday, November 19, 2015, at Langford Green at 5:30 at FSU for the Light the Night festivities and walk.
Download the Rock My Run app on iPhone or Android, redeem the code PAULAK, and $1 will go to LLSUSA. Download it and then delete it next week if you really don’t care about the app, but I would appreciate the dollar for LLSUSA. (AND, the app is incredible; I use it almost exclusively for my fitness music needs!).
There are many great causes out there, and I enjoy supporting lots of different efforts. This one is at the top of my list and will be for the foreseeable future, for Mary Jane, Justin, and all the others for whom leukemia and lymphoma are part of their stories…..