Cranberry of the Day February 2012

Cranberry of the Day: From Monday: Lost sunglasses, lost backpack, wrong size new shirt, deflated Mickey balloon--All problems SOLVED at the happiest place on earth!

Cranberry of the Day: From Saturday: in line for Soaring Over California at CA Adventure Park and the Cast Member told us there was a 60 minute wait and that wheelchairs go in the regular line. At that moment, an assertive woman in a wheelchair came up and told the Cast Member that we were both supposed to get a special fastpass. We went right on. Way to go, Assertive Woman! Thanks!

 

Cranberry of the Day: My "Go-to" Cranberry--need I say more?

Cranberry of the Day: abby's treating to Starbucks tomorrow morning on the way to Disneyland!

Cranberry of the Day: Sold a book through my website! http://sharibookstaff.com/

Cranberry of the Day: had fun shopping with Andy today!

Cranberry of the Day: Going to the movies tonight. Seeing the Big Miracle!

Cranberry of the Day: one of my speech pathologists gave a GREAT presentation to my class today! Thanks Michelle!

Cranberry of the Day: Good work-out today!

Cranberry of the Day: I FINALLY mailed my service dog application today!

Cranberry of the Day: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFdSmRJgRp8

Cranberry of the Day: TGIS! (Thank God It's SATURDAY!)

Cranberry of the Day: Going through my head in the middle of a crappy day: "Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,

nothing is going to get better. It's not."

Cranberry of the Day: therapeutic coffee talk!

Cranberry of the Day January 2012

Cranberry of the Day

January 2012

Cranberry of the Day: Playing scrabble with Andy!

Cranberry of the Day: Welcome to our home Mary, our new roomie!

Cranberry of the Day: two weeks till Disneyland!

Cranberry of the Day: Andy's making dinner!

Cranberry of the Day: back-to-back meetings with people I enjoy working with!

Cranberry of the Day: Chocolate Chip Cookies!!

Cranberry of the Day: I'm reading a book called "The Happiness Project" and my first take-away message is not to put off anything that takes less than a minute to do. I've also decided not to even bring things up to others in my household!

Cranberry of the Day: Are You Ready for Some Football?

Cranberry of the Day: Today I am putting on my Black Belt and sitting on a panel--for the first time!

Cranberry of the Day: I gave my first lecture for my brain class today and I had a lot of students interested in Wii-Hab!

Cranberry of the Day: The feeling of relief I had when the police car that was following me turned!

Professionalism

When I get very upset and need a shoulder to cry on, my dog, Happy (a boy) runs away and hides in the closet. I think it's because males can't handle outbursts of emotion. He just wants to play--unless HE'S hurt, then he wants me to take care of him and he acts like a big baby. Sound familiar? Of course I'm being too anthropomorphic for a scientist, but I'm having fun with the comparison!

I've been in a few meetings lately that had mostly men. I like being on committees with guys. To solve a dispute over which one of us was to do more work on one committee, we Ro-Sham-Bo'ed (rock, paper, scissors) for it! Ro-Sham-Bo-ing in the middle of a professional meeting (with our Dean present) just doesn't happen with most women. When a meeting begins with Ro-Sham-Bo, it tends to be a fun meeting!

In another meeting, another teacher (Jon) and I wanted a third teacher (Nick) to be the chair of the committee, thereby having more responsibility. In addition to legitimate reasons for nominating Nick as chair, we decided to arm wrestle over it. Since Nick's strength is legendary throughout the land, we thought it was fair for him to be required to take us both on at the same time. Nick beat me pretty quickly, so I stood up and helped Jon push down Nick's other arm. The three of us were laughing and wrestling (and Jon and I were winning) as our Dean walked into the room. After Nick's arm hit the table, I said to Ray (our Dean), "Nick is going to be the Chair!"

I've also noticed lately that because of my softer voice, and the noted effort that it takes me to talk, everyone is really quiet and listens intently when I speak. One of my concerns at meetings had been that I wouldn't be able to contribute, because nobody would hear me. Of course, sometimes that is the case, but most of my co-workers are sensitive to my different abilities. So they listen--carefully! The pressure's on to say something profound when everyone is actively listening. If you want people to listen to you--whisper. It works!

Questions

I'm watching "Days of Our Lives" (yes, "Days of Our Lives," let it go!) and Sammie is being told she may have cancer. OMG, it wasn't nearly so dramatic when I was told I had to have brain surgery! Ok, now she's crying and asking why this is happening to her. Could it be payback or bad karma because of all the evil things she did in her life before her character became good? When your life isn't going in the direction you'd like, or when something tragic happens, you try to make sense of the tragedy. Why me? There are other people that are lazier or more selfish. There are some questions that you can't answer and driving yourself crazy with them is not going to help you move on with your life. "Why me?" "Do I have bad karma?" "Why am I even still alive?"

I'm not going to pretend that those types of questions don't plague me from time to time, but I've learned a few ways to deal with them that I'd like to share. My first piece of advice is to ask different questions. "What am I doing today?", "What should I have for lunch?", "Did I get any email?", or my favorite: "Where's Nemo?"

Simpler questions like these that you have an answer to will give a sense of accomplishment. 

Another way to stop asking those unanswerable questions is to focus on practical problem-solving.  We've all been told not to worry about things we can't change. For example, I was on my way to a potluck dinner at my temple, and I thought I had left my house with enough time to spare. I hit unexpected traffic on the way, so my timing was off. I knew that I couldn't go back in time and leave 10 minutes earlier, so berating myself for what I DIDN'T do wasn't going to solve any problems.

Instead, I accepted that I was going to be late and formulated a plan for my arrival. It's tough for me to "sneak in" places, especially when carrying food! I figured we'd just walk in, put the food on the table, and sit in the back! It turned out just fine, but my point is that in every situation, you should focus on practical solutions, instead of unanswerable questions.

Changes

Today, July 26, 2011, marks 5 years since my brain surgery and resulting complications. Every year on this day, more so than on my birthday or New Years, I reflect on the dynamics of my life, my accomplishments, and my goals. Five years ago, in the months following my surgery, no one could predict whether I would regain my basic human functions, let alone my dignity or my spirit. I progressed from being tube-fed in a hospital, confined to a wheelchair, to participating in a physical education class 8 hours per week, working full-time, and, yes, eating whatever I want! These years have been about improving my physical abilities, modifying my career, and building up my stamina. In essence, the last five years have been about ME. Even writing my book, When Life Throws You Lemons...Make Cranberry Juice!, was cathartic for me. After it was published, I realized the effect that sharing my story had on many people. I began giving presentations to share my story. This helped me promote my book, rebuild my speaking skills, and gain confidence.

On this anniversary, I am shifting my focus outward. Inspiring others to work hard to overcome their own tragedy is now a primary goal of my presentations, my blog, and my tweets. Setting short and long-term goals is an important tool to being productive. However, there are daily events/feelings/moods that can get in the way of achieving those goals.

Have you had one of those days recently when you are in a funky mood for no apparent reason? I have! Bouts of sadness can certainly interfere with your productivity. In a previous post, I talked about relieving a funky mood by having a change of scenery. An internal change of scenery. How do you do this? One great way is to use humor. Long before Harry Potter fought off bogarts by imagining them to be ridiculous, Marcia Brady imagined her driving tester to be wearing his underwear! One way to lift sadness from your heart is to imagine the source of your troubles in a preposterous circumstance. The other day, a honking tailgater was the source of my frustration. Before this “gentleman” completely upset my mood, I suggested to my son that instead of showing this guy a certain finger, what if I held up a sign that said, “You’re cute!” I didn’t actually do that, but the thought made us both laugh!

The next time life gets you down, please try imagining a completely silly twist to the situation. My bet is that it will make you laugh–and feel better!

Check out my new website, sharibookstaff.com, where you can sign up to receive email updates, enter a drawing to win a free copy of When Life Throws You Lemons...Make Cranberry Juice!, and much more! 

TEXAS!

Everything's bigger in Texas. We went to Texas last weekend for my nephew's graduation from the University of Texas, Austin. Evan's graduation was on May 20, which happened to be my birthday. While we were there to celebrate my nephew's accomplishment, my family also celebrated my birthday with me. At lunch, following the graduation ceremony, Evan and I were given drinks in shot glasses, which we were told to gulp. I don't "gulp"; I “sip.” The sweet drink was quite tasty, and I had a warm feeling inside. After lunch, I took a nap while the kids went swimming. Soon, as typical of a family gathering (at least OUR family) it was time for the next meal.

After dinner, I was ready for bed, but I knew that, after skipping the midnight movie the night before, my brother would not let me end my birthday early. They asked me what I wanted to do and I said that I'd love to play pool. I hadn't played since way before my surgery, but I used to have fun playing and wanted to see if I could enjoy it again. Since the hotel didn't have a game room we were forced to ditch the kids and hit the bars. Evan, the recent college grad, knew all the hot spots, so my brother, Howard, Evan, and I grabbed a cab for downtown Austin.

One of the bars we went to served up flaming beer shots. Three glasses of beer were lined up on the bar with a shot glass full of liquor balanced on top of them. The bartender then put a shot-full of liquor in his mouth, and doused his fingers with the same liquor. Now comes the exciting part: he lit his fingers on fire and blew the liquor across the flames, igniting the shot glasses on top of the beer. After the fire died down, he put the shot glasses into the beer, and served them to us! I'm not sure what the point of the fire was, but it was cool! It's also the type of thing you have to SEE, so here's a video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-fXa5Z2xt8&feature=related

The last place we went was a bar to play pool. I kept up with Howard and Evan. Each of us had one ball left when Howard sank his last ball for the win. Of course, this was TWO HOURS LATER, which proves we all sucked!

Happy

After  Brandy (my dog that had been a huge part of my life for 20 years)  died and my marriage ended, the kids and I lived with one dog for a couple of months, but I decided we needed some extra happiness in our lives. That happiness came in the form of a dog named Happy, who was always wagging his tail with excitement. We found him at the San Francisco Humane Society. Where Odie (our Australian Shephard mix)  was mellow, Happy was happy. Where Odie was subdued, Happy was happy. Where Odie was lethargic, Happy was happy. Happy always wanted to play; Odie preferred it if he stayed away. Although being a single mother in a large house with two dogs was a huge responsibility, I never allowed fear to dictate my decisions.

In 2006, when unexpected brain surgery complications forced the dogs to live alone for several months, Happy and Odie kept each other company and stayed out of trouble. They didn't escape, fight with raccoons, get unusually dirty, or injure themselves. They saved all of these things for Mommy. The latest incident involves Happy's knee.

He tore his Anterior (Cranial) Cruciate Ligament on his left rear knee. I took him to the vet because he suddenly stopped using that leg. My vet referred me to a surgeon. I did a lot of research on this condition, so I was armed with information at Happy's appointment. After discussing all the options with the surgeon, I decided to go ahead with the procedure to stabilize his knee joint.

In my research, I came across a lot of advice for getting Happy strong again. Prescribed exercises, icing, heating pads, and massage were suggested. Ok, this was starting to sound familiar. As you may know, I am quite familiar with a prescribed exercise program. I always referred to it as torture, but you may know it under

its more common name: physical therapy.

My dog needs physical therapy? Okaaaaay, that's a new one. I didn't know how I was going to do doggy rehab, when I couldn't walk him or carry him myself. Abby suggested, half-jokingly, that I make this a project for a student. I thought this was a great idea, so I wrote up a proposal and showed it to my dean.

The next day, a student with aspirations of veterinary school contacted me with interest. Lisa works with Happy twice a week, and has researched an exercise protocol to strengthen his knee. She made up data sheets for the kids and I to fill out as we implement his therapy each day. Each week, new activities will be added.

Lisa will research which exercises Happy should do AND why they should be done. She will submit an abstract to present this project at this year's SACNAS conference and next year's honor's symposium. Happy's (and our) lemons are turning out to be Lisa's cranberries!

Success

How do you measure success? Success. When you read that word, what images come to your mind? We all know people that seem to succeed at everything. Everything they try works. They win many awards. They make a lot of money. They are recognized for their achievements. Their health issues are manageable.

Recently, I attended the San Francisco Ocean Film Festival. The program that Abby and I watched showcased films about shark finning, manta ray fisheries and saving whales. Based on the number of people in the theatre, the Festival was a huge success! The producers of the films were able to deliver their message. The shark-finning movie disturbed me greatly. The sight of a magnificent, powerful animal having its fins sliced off, then pushed, squirming, back into the ocean to die, was horrific. It really doesn't seem worth it for a bowl of soup!

Another successful event that I was honored to participate in again this year was the annual Expanding Your Horizons in Math and Science Conference (EYH). Young girls from all around the Bay Area attended this conference, participating in three different workshops throughout the day. Each workshop was led by a woman who uses math or science in her career. Now in its 32nd year, EYH has always been very successful.

These two events, which represent a lot of hard work by a lot of people, were measurably successful. Personal success is sometimes more difficult to measure. Some people measure their personal success by how much money they make. Others measure how much they like their job, how happy their marriage is, or how many friends they have. Part of looking for and accepting cranberries in the face of overwhelming lemons is recognizing your own, less obvious, successes.

I had four book presentations last month, and if I measure their success solely by the number of books sold, they were not very successful. But, still looking at this from a marketing perspective, telling my story to community groups can certainly lead to more community talks, which WILL eventually increase book sales. In addition, I have been told many times that my story is inspirational, and if I've inspired  even ONE person to continue to work hard despite tragedy, I consider that to be a success.

Part of being able to accept life's cranberries is the ability to modify your goals based on your own achievements or abilities. I'm NOT saying to just give up if you don't reach your goal, or to spin negative experiences into positive ones, but sometimes a modified goal can help you achieve success!

Scary Words

Tsunami: a cataclysm resulting from a destructive sea wave caused by an earthquake orvolcanic eruption.

Sounds scary, doesn't it? The recent tsunami in Japan unfortunately fit this definition. The one in Pacifica didn't. The media hype about the tsunami that hit the West Coast of the United States made me think about the power of scary words. Earthquake, cancer, wildfire (not just fire), tumor, hurricane. Some words carry more punch than others. The word "DANGER" followed by "Stay Back" doesn't seem to impress anyone and "Employees Only" is even less effective. But the word "tsunami" sent some people running for the hills-literally! 

Public safety officials said that it would be a really small tsunami (1 foot high), and that since it was set to come at low tide, it probably wouldn't cause water to rise higher than normal high tide. Voluntary evacuations were put into place in coastal areas of San Mateo County. Even though evacuations were not employed in San Francisco, Great Highway was closed. How did the local media capitalize on this? For one thing, I didn't hear the word "voluntary" until it was over. News of school and road closures, and evacuation centers, dominated. Most stations had local news on consistently, only giving updates on national/international news sporadically. This made keeping up with the real crisis in Japan more difficult.

I realize that some areas on the West Coast were affected more substantially. It would have been dangerous, for example, to be on a boat in Santa Cruz Harbor.

Now that the tsunami panic has passed, there is a potential danger from damage to a nuclear power plant in Japan. News reports, as well as government officials, vary widely on how serious and far-reaching the crisis is. I'm not an expert on the media, radiation, public policy or scary words, but we all teach our kids not to cry "wolf!"


For more news on the earthquake and tsunami in Japan, including some miraculous survival stories, go to http://newsroom.redcross.org/.

Texting

How do you know when you're not spending enough time with your friends? When you end up texting back and forth on 3 different subjects at the same time! The other night our alarm went off at 1:30 in the morning. After stopping the sirens, and ensuring that it was a false alarm, I called the alarm company to cancel the police. I didn't realize that, since I didn't answer my phone (I thought it was a dream), the company called my emergency contact.

 

Cindy texted me the next day saying she had a strange message on her cell phone. Some woman, who didn't identify herself, wanted her to call back and verify MY address. So, this was texting topic number one. While I had her "on the line," I shared a story about a Kaiser employee helping me. I had been whining about Kaiser for a while and I wanted to share a positive encounter. This was also a reminder to myself to notice and accept cranberries.

That was texting topic number 2.

Texting topic number 3 was just planning for Cindy to accompany me to a talk I'm giving next month. So, just three normal conversations, one philosophical; two logistical. All through texting.

Of course, none of this is remarkable, it just made me reflect on a couple of things: what did we do before cell phones and how important it is to spend time (real, face-to-face time) with friends. The truth is that if Cindy and I hadn't logged so many hours together, we never could have had a philosophical discussion over text messages!