Moxie is my middle name…
…or maybe my first & last
This is my story.
Waiting for a doctor’s test result is always a stress-inducing affair.
As I sat there in my doctor’s office heart pounding from fear and the unknown, he advises, “Try not to think about anything.” My thoughts were “Oh right. How am I not supposed to think about the fact that cancer may be looming in my throat?”
There, I said it, the dreaded ‘C’ word. It sucks. It’s scary. I had it, Papillary Thyroid Cancer. Me? Cancer? Yep. I drove home by myself that day (yes, I received the test results alone) and crawled into bed for a total of about ten minutes.
I had a conversation with God. He listened.
I got out of bed and inserted my favorite CD into my portable CD player and took a long walk. (Tells you how long ago this was!) While on my walk, I listened to my music and continued my conversation with God. I have always been told how ‘strong’ I am and that God doesn’t give you more than you can handle. I believe that.
My mom always told me that I had a lot of ‘moxie,’ which means ‘courage or determination.’ I was determined not to let this diagnosis get the better of me.
Other things in my life were getting the better of me, although I had put those thoughts out of my mind or tried to. I had thoughts of being in an unhappy marriage for 25 years. Thoughts of my students and the new school year beginning and all I needed to do to get ready. My thoughts of trying to balance everything in my life: family, career, spirituality, and friends was overwhelming to say the least! It seemed my brain wouldn’t shut down, even for a moment!
After the tests from the endocrinologist, the next stop was an appointment with the surgeon. THIS was really sinking in now. Lori, you have cancer. Fight back. That’s what you do, Lori, you fight. You are more determined to get things right and to live your life to the fullest than many people! (This is what I kept hearing in my head.)
When I looked down at the appointment card with the surgeon’s name on it, I was trying to hold it together, but the tears welled up and I cried. Was I scared? Absolutely. I had so many questions rattling in my brain, I didn’t know where to begin, so I went home.
Questions were looming over my head.
Will my voice change?
Will I heal properly?
And what about the dreaded scar across my neck? (vanity set in!)
I was so fortunate to have the most amazing surgeon! Clean surgery in every sense of the word. Healing time began, which gave me a long time to think. Remember all of those thoughts rattling around in my brain? Well, I tackled them one by one.
The first thing to do was to heal from the surgery, which I did, beautifully. My cancer (yes, it was mine and I owned it and fired it!) gave me the moxie to do things I wouldn’t have done otherwise.
I realized that life is too short to live in an unhappy marriage, so when the time came for me to leave, I didn’t hesitate! I learned what makes me tick and what makes me happy in this life.
I retired from a teaching career of 23 years and continued my education to do what I am able to do now, which is to help others find their ‘moxie’ to transform their lives and find relief from their health symptoms through shifts in nutrition and lifestyle.
I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without the support of my wonderful husband, Jeff, whose last name just happens to be, you guessed it, Moxie. My Mother is smiling down on me. Life is beautiful! Live it to the fullest in your beautiful body!
I’m not a grandma, I’m “Gammy,” and I adore spending time with my two grandsons.
I’ve always loved exercise and fulfillment of being on a team.
One full marathon, all 26.2 miles of it, and yes, I hit the well-known wall at about mile 20, and by mile 23, I was actually talking to myself saying, “What were you thinking?!?!” and crossing the finish line was an amazing experience! I’ve completed 5-half marathons, much more doable and better for my body’s recovery! As for triathlons, I’ve got 2 under my belt, and am very proud of these accomplishments!