40 Things I've learned since turning 40

Yes, I know it is hard to believe, but I hit the 4-0 today.  In honor of my birthday, I thought I would try to sum up some big lessons I've learned on the road I am traveling.  Enjoy!

40.  Food is not the enemy.  Our attitude and what we have been taught about food frames our perception about it.  Bring joy back to the table and the anxiety that people have about food will be lessened (Also, eat real food:  life is too short for that processed crap.  Eat and Love, real food).

39. Don't feel guilty about exercise.  Exercise to enjoy what you are doing.  Exercise to put the body to work for God's work in the world and you will have more motivation to get up each day.  No exercise is worth it if it makes you feel less than you are.

38.  Learn to love you.  God made you for a reason.

37.  Cured and healed are not the same thing.  I am not cured of my disease, but I am very healthy in spite of it.  God heals.

36.  Stop and watch the butterflies.

35.  Enjoy color. I have a bad habit of watching the pavement when I run.  I push myself each time to identify colors around me in every season.

34.  The Bible tells us multiple times to "Trust in the Lord."  This is harder to do than it sounds.  Trust in God in the big and the small stuff.  I trust in God with my health every single day.  I trust in God with my anxiety every single day.  When I am overwhelmed, my trust in God somehow creates the hours I need to get it done.  This may be the most important lesson:  Trust in God in everything.

33.  There are some years I would rather have a re-do in my life:  years 38-39; 12-15; 17; 22-23, 30.  These weren't stellar years by my reckoning.  But if I stop, I realize I learned a lot during those years.  Even in the midst of crisis, learning and love bloom.  I cannot regret those years, they've made me who I am.

32. God really does love us and want us to be happy.  Love can come out of crappy things.

31.  Each moment, month, year, is just a splice out of the over-arching scope of our lives.  We shouldn't judge the quality of our life by moments.  Look at the big picture.

30.  However, don't miss the flowers, the trees, the children for the big picture.  God is the only absolute in life.  Everything else:  shades and nuance.

29.  Parenting is hard.  It's the hardest job I have ever had.  I am fairly sure my kids will identify many things I did wrong....just like I did with my own parents.  The good thing, they get to make their own mistakes trying to get it right.

28.  Apologies don't cost anything but my pride.

27.  My friends and family are my bedrock--you think I am a strong person?  It is only because I am built on the love of my friends and family.

26.  I love to travel.

25.  I love to read.

24.  I love to eat. I have a love affair with food.  I love chocolate.  Pizza is my deathbed food.

23.  I love coffee.  I love wine.  I love to share all these things with friends and fellowship.

22.  I LOVE my cochlear implants.  I am blessed that God gifted people with the brains to create the technology that let's me hear.  I love country music.  My only regret is that I can no longer sing. 

21.  My father taught me about the church.  My mother taught me about my faith.  These are important distinctions.  I don't always agree with the church, but my faith in God never waivers.

20.  It seems to me, on both sides of whatever political or theological fence you sit, there are a lot of people that hurl accusations, labels, derogatory comments, and untruths.  I wish we would all think a little about what we are saying.  You can defend your belief set without tearing someone down.  People rarely fit into the box in which labels put them and it builds resentment and walls.

19.  It's REALLY important to understand the Christian church's history.  The Christian faith IS influenced by history, society, and culture.  God may never change, but our understanding of God changes all the time based on the microcosm of our lives.

18.  I finally feel comfortable calling myself a writer.  I am not sure how I am a nurse AND a writer, but I am.  I am not very sure I am excessively good at either, but where your heart is, there also is your treasure.

17.  I'm fairly sure God has a lot more things to teach me.  Sometimes this scares me a lot.

16.  I've learned to see ministry where I am in life.  Sure, I'd love to hop on a plane and be a missionary in Haiti, or Africa, or somewhere, but it's equally important that I see a mission in my local community, and as a mother.  As a mother, I am raising (hopefully) the next members of the church. The church would die without mothers.

15.  I LOVE cooking in soup kitchens.

14.  My body is no longer 20 years old.  I REALLY do regret not enjoying it when I was that age.  The flip side is that I'm getting better about not putting myself down.  This is a pretty dang awesome body at 40 years.  It's got scars, and mileage, some stupid mistakes, some great children, and lots of love in it.  It may not be much, but I'm proud of what it's done.  I'm ok with myself these days (I am NOT okay with whiskers--that's just cruel and unusual punishment, and proof that God has a sense a humor).

13.  I am cherishing every moment my kids can still curl up in my lap.  Every year, I realize they are getting bigger and bigger.  It makes my heart ache a bit.  Time moves faster and faster the older you get.

12.  I wish I had been less judgmental in my 20-30s. I thought I knew it all. I am so sorry for those that had to deal with my judgement.  I hope I wasn't too overbearing.  And feel free to call me on my comments these days.  I learning to make myself a better person daily, just like you.

11.  I love that I have a zest for life.  I hope it never goes away.  I really do want to go out with a "WhooHoo" on my lips and a smile on my face.

10.  Life, work, and family balance is crucial to a healthy life.  If any of that gets out of balance, things go to pot.

9.  It's really important to identify for yourself what the most important things are in your life.  These can be your guideposts on where you spend your time.  For me, the most important things in my life are God, my Family and my health.

8.  You cannot divorce your spirituality from your physical and mental health.  It simply isn't possible.  If your spirit is sick, your body will suffer as well as your mind.

7.  Stress is a killer.  I am 99% sure my stress level contributed to my cancer diagnosis.  I am very good at sweating the small stuff.  I've learned it really isn't worth it.

6.  Stuff is just stuff.  It goes in the small stuff box.  Material stuff, career stuff, physical stuff.  It's just stuff.  It's not going with me to heaven.

5.  We don't think enough about heaven.  I think that some people think it's a given and therefore it is a foregone conclusion to life.  I am not 100% sure about that.  I continue to study, and pray about it, but I do think what we do in this world and how we act towards others is important.  How that all plays out in the end, I'll let you know when I get there, but I think we should all think about heaven a lot more.

4. It's okay not to have an answer or an opinion on everything going on in the church.  Discernment is a phase defined by careful study, prayer, conversations, and theological reflections.  You would be surprised the number of things I am unclear about in the church, and I am okay with that.  It goes back to the principal of: TRUST IN GOD.

3.  Work is good for the human body.

2.  Miracles happen every day.

1.  I am blessed beyond measure and understanding.  I have  far more than I could want or hope for in my life and I think it directly correlates to TRUST IN GOD.

I love all y'all.  Here is to 40 more beautiful years of work together.
~Anna

Day 365: A Year with Cancer

A year ago today, I got that call from the surgeon that the biopsy of my lymph-node was positive for follicular lymphoma.  The picture of that moment is seared on my brain.  I remember my husband sitting at the bar that overlooked our kitchen as he was working.  My children were chattering away upstairs--I remember hearing them.  I sat down on the foot of our staircase, and laughed at the surgeon, "You are joking right? I don't have cancer."  We hung up the phone.  Our farm box of veggies had just been delivered.  I remember stabbing the box with the kitchen shears trying to open it to put away the vegetables.  And I remember putting my head on that box and sobbing.  My son came in the kitchen just at that moment.  He bust into tears to see me crying.  I held him really tight I remember.  I couldn't imagine how to have this conversation with my family.  I couldn't bear to break the news to my mom.  Shock doesn't begin to cover what you feel. I am neither surprised, nor anything really that the gamut of my emotions followed the pattern of grief that is well identified by experts.  I find no comfort that how I have progressed through this experience meets the norms.  You never feel normal when you've been diagnosed with cancer.  And while many talk of "finding the new norm," I am not sure there will ever be a new norm.  Just like I am never sure that even if people go into remission, they "get rid" of having cancer.  You see, I have come to believe that whether I live for 40 years with this lymphoma, or at some point in the future I go into remission, I think that I have been undeniably changed by this experience.  In my minds' eye, I will always have cancer.  It is making me into who I am today.  I never expected it on my journey, but what do you know, it's making me.

I have not blogged over the last six months very much.  There have been a variety of reasons for this lapse.  One, I've been writing.  There will be two more books out by me in the new year, "Christ Walk Kids" and "Sally and the Constellations."  So there are successes to this story.

But I've also been silent because I have found that somewhere along the 6-11 month part of this journey, I looked into a mirror and saw a fractured image of myself.  I was there, but parts of me were broken.  To say I moved on from anger and frustration would be to lie to you.  I STILL get annoyed when I allow myself to think of my cancer.  Who has time for cancer?  It irritates me on the days it rears its head and says "slow down."  And being unable to do anything about the cancer, is a bit of a kick in the gut.   I don't always watch and wait well. God always seems to be trying to teach me the art of patience. I often fail miserably and I don't know that I will ever get over that.  Waiting is a part of that whole "new norm" thing that causes me to roll my eyes.  Waiting doesn't fit into the world view of the action hero I want to be when I grow up. The new norm forces you to think about your perceptions of yourself.

This new norm really forced me the last several months to stop and focus.  I really had to work with my doc on a means of living with cancer and still functioning, because it was tenuous at times.  Those broken bits of me kept trying to fall out.  And I found myself needing to apply glue to me.  And in a very private way, I needed to do it without blogging.

Glue comes in many shapes, forms, and substances.  It came in the form of prayer over the last year.  My own and others.  We pray as a family every night that God continues to take care of mommy's cancer--and thus far, God continues to show me grace in many ways.  Glue comes in the form of friends.  Those who were willing to listen.  Those who were willing to receive random texts about fear and anxiety.  Those who were a distraction.  Those who treated me like "Anna" so I could figure out how to treat myself like "Anna" again as well.  Glue comes from professionals who were patient enough to answer repeated questions of the same thing, that were a calm when new symptoms cropped up, and were unfailingly reassuring that watching was still the right thing to do.  Glue comes in the form of the mundane.  The pleasure of walking.  The pleasure of doing things with the kids.  The pleasure of writing.  The pleasure of still having value in the world although I am a broken, semi-repaired, cancer carrying, child of God.

You see a year ago when I was receiving this diagnosis, my book "Christ Walk" was being published.  I could not imagine that the book would do well.  Who wants to learn about living a fit, healthy, and spiritually fulfilled life from a cancer patient?  I was so afraid that this diagnosis was the end of my passion for health in the church.  I thought God had made a mockery of what I perceived was my calling in life.

But you know, God works in funny ways.  My book has gone on to do very well at Church Publishing, Inc.  They tell me I am one of their best sellers.  They've graciously decided to pick up my second book, "Christ Walk Kids."  And people want to hear my story of faith, fitness, and health.  You see, people desperately want to know they have value in the world, that they are needed and they are just as important when they have illness and disease.  Illness, cancer, disease--these labels are devaluing to what we think of ourselves.  We need to stop this.  EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US IS BROKEN, DISEASED, OR DAMAGED and we ALL have value in God's creation.  I can still be healthy: mind, body, and spirit; even with disease.  I really believe this.  My cancer is a part of me and my journey and will continue to be for a long time.

So this is where I am now a year later.  I am in a good place.  I exercise daily, but not always running and training for distance.  I pick things that feel good and bring me joy in movement. Each day, I search for the lovely in my life.   I am awed by God's grace.  When I feel anxious, or fearful of the future, I stuff glue in those pieces of me that want to fall out and pass the glue bottle to God to hold it all together. There is much I will never understand.  There is much I have little patience for, and when those failings come to get me, I remind myself that I do trust God more than I trust in my limited understanding and funnily, peace follows.

In two weeks, I go for my annual CT scans.  They will pump me full of radio-graphic material to see if anything lights up in my body as a new, or growing tumor.  They keep telling me that I'll know when things start to go south.  Huh.  I still look at them a little crazy when they tell me this.  It is so anathema to current medical practice not to treat when early detected.  Consequently, if you are the praying type (and if you are not, I ask that you consider it--it makes a huge difference!), I'll take your prayers.  I'm not sure to ask what to pray for?  Spontaneous remission (always good); continued status quo (also acceptable); patience with the "new norm" (okay); lots of glue bottles if things go south (eh, it could happen)?  I believe in prayer.  I'll take whatever you are willing to offer.

So, keep walking with me, I am still on this journey and we will continue to find faith, fitness, and health together.  I've decided to hold the hand of my cancer and bring it along with us.  It's teaching me a thing or two.  It might not have been the lessons I was seeking, but it's always teaching me.  I hope you are learning something too.

With love, and prayers for another 365 day report.....Anna