Talking to a stone

I am the stone. I've heard over and over that exercise is important in keeping breast cancer from coming back. I even have an exercise book especially for bc survivors. I haven't looked at it for months and months. But I keep getting emails from our rowing coach, J, about exercise and breast cancer and on the ROW website she has links to articles that extoll the value of exercise in keeping metastasis at bay. Finally it sunk in. Monday I went to rowing practice, and Tuesday and tonight I rowed at the YMCA. I also rowed last week. I know I should cross-train but I like doing one thing over and over and over. (That must be why I created a workshop called The Joy, Joy, Joy of Repetition.) Just about everybody there except me has an iPod. I look at the TV when I'm sitting back up and leaning back. I watched part of The Office last night, and when it was over I switched it to the PBS station. Uh oh. PBS didn't have closed captioning. But I was already strapped into the rowing machine so I just watched people's mouths move. They were talking about Milton Bradley, the out-of-control Cub and I could presume what they were saying. I am interested in him because of his name. You know, like the board-game company.
Tonight I watched the Nature Channel on Colony Collapse Disorder. I learned that in Sichuan in China, where a pesticide has wiped out the bee population, people do the pollination. It's very labor-intensive, as you might imagine, and involves sticks with feathers on the ends.

One solution to the disorder is to bring in Africanized bees that are resistant to CCD. But those bees are aggressive and who knows what they might do? or what a hybrid bee would be like?
We should all be as busy as bees, and develop our own waggle dances. Or just pull back and forth, back and forth to get our heart rates up.
Alas, it appears that bees don't listen, either. New research shows that bees observing the dance often ignore it.
I need 150 minutes of exercise a week to be called moderately fit. So far I've had about 75, not counting yoga, and it's only Wednesday.

[The increasingly rare bee suit]


nataliabotz said...

My co-workers and I over at WTTW have been following your blog and would like to interview you for a story we're doing for PBS. We are in the final stages of putting together a four part series on women's health and would love for you to get involved. Please email me @ and we can figure out the best way to get in touch. Hope to hear from you soon. Cheers, Natalie

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Kathi said...

Sandi, let me tell ya something. People who tell breast cancer patients that they should get more exercise in order to help prevent the Stalker from returning have either (a) never had cancer or (b) never heard of or comprehend Cancer Related Fatigue. Don't get me started. Tell them to stuff it where the sun don't shine. I might also suggest they read my blog post called "The F Word," or visit the website for the National Cancer Institute at and find the PDQ for Cancer Related Fatigue.

When you are too tired to eat, when a 10 minute walk necessitates a 2 hour nap, one of the things that does NOT help is to have some numb-nuts chirping at you about how you'd feel soooooo much better if you just got more exercise.

"Really?" I say. "I always figure I'd feel soooooo much better if I didn't have cancer."

Cancer Bitch said...

I'm sorry you're sooooooo tired. I'm pretty much the way I was before cancer, tho maybe have less stamina.
I hope rest will help you.

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