Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts

Monday, September 29, 2008

9/29/2008: The Outer Banks

Twenty-foot high white waves crashed into the shore of the Outer Banks. With my feet buried in the sand I felt the cold water engulf my ankles and shoot up my legs. I sucked in air as the icy cold water caused goose bumps to form all the way up my body to my scalp. I watched as the waves would swell into intimidating walls of water and then crash in a spiral of fury with a large rumbling roar. I thought to myself how appropriate that Jennifer should mean white wave. I opened my arms, arched my back and looked to the sky. I embraced the strength and beauty of the ocean in that moment and felt more centered then I have in years. A gust of warm air wrapped itself around my neck and trickled down my back like a sun-lit scarf. A warm tear ran down my cheek.

A seagull limped along the foamy edges of the sand. He had a broken foot that faced backwards which made it difficult for him to walk, so instead he hobbled uncomfortably. He finished sunbathing, lifted both of his feet and soared above the waters break. Despite his deformed foot, he flew with no problems and gracefully dove and spun in delight. He was magnificent.

The recent storms had eroded the beach and left some of the homes on shaky foundation. These homes take so much pounding storm after storm. How many times can they break before they shatter? Instead of throwing their hands in the air and giving up, these home owners placed new foundational beams next to the old one’s and reestablished the base of the home. A new foundation was laid in order to face the next storm.


This was a trip for my family to get away and regroup. We laughed until our bellies hurt chasing our Yorkshire terrier puppy, Abigail around the house. We yelled at the TV and cheered on our Skins as they defeated the Cowboys. We were shocked to find out about the death of Paul Newman and talked about his life over breakfast. We discussed the presidential debates. We reminisced about beach trips in year’s past. We ate amazing food, drank sweet martinis and complained about not getting our bread fast enough. (Well, that last one was just me.) It was just a normal vacation without cancer looming over us. I think my mother said it best, “The glow in your cheeks was not from chemotherapy and radiation … but from Carolina sun.” We will never be the same, but we will move on and embrace that powerful and beautiful white wave, soar high despite a crippled foot and lay a new foundation.

Monday, June 30, 2008

6/30/2008: Weekend at the Beach


Hot sand billowing up between my toes made me smile. The warmth of the sun upon my face lifted my heart. The cool breeze trickling over my skin made my pores stand at attention. And the sound of the waves crashing, married with the giggles of children left me peaceful. A weekend at the beach was exactly what I needed to regroup for the next phase of my journey.

It appears that my oncologist was right … he strongly encouraged me to take some time before surgery and get away. This was just what the doctor ordered! Don't get me wrong … it wasn't all G-rated for goodness sake. The weekend consisted of swimsuit malfunctions on the beach, losing credit cards, cell phones in the cooler, doing the robot, plenty of interesting storytelling, hugs when I broke into tears, 'Napoleon Dynamite'-style tetherball, getting knocked over and scraped up by waves, beach yoga, joining the lifeguards in their run, feeding Herman and Simone (our seagulls), walking like an Egyptian and plenty of other memories that will always be held near and dear to my heart. Friday night I danced non-stop with Rita and Annalisa for almost four hours to the tunes of the '80s at Rusty Rudder in Dewey Beach. Then Saturday morning I could barely walk. This poor body had very little exercise throughout chemotherapy. Even today my tummy aches from the weekend full of laughter.

Tomorrow is the BIG DAY … surgery. Quite frankly, I have mixed emotions. I have already said goodbye to "the girls" and am confident that the surgery will go well; however, it is the days that follow surgery that I dread. This will be my last blog for awhile, but my best friend Kere and my Mom will be keeping you all informed on my progress until I can type again. I promise I will write as soon as I am able to. I will be at my parents' house for the next three to four weeks and would LOVE some company to keep me "entertained." Please call me or my parents to see if I am up for visitors before stopping by. Just don't be offended if I don't get too dolled up for you. Haha!

People have been asking what they can do for me, and now I have an answer … please keep my family and me in your thoughts and prayers over the next couple of weeks. This is the second hurdle of my journey and one that I need your help to overcome. This is difficult emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually for me and I really need your help to summon all the strength possible to get through this battle. I want to thank you in advance for your love, devotion, selflessness, compassion, understanding and endless thoughtfulness. It means so much more to me than you know.