Thursday, June 17, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
REMEMBER WHEN...
Remember when we did not have the luxury of automatic washing machines that spun clothes dry, clothes driers that removed wrinkles to decrease ironing and dishwashers that dried dishes spotless and had garbage disposals in them so that rinsing was unnecessary? For that matter, remember when Mom was the dishwasher and you were the spotless drier?
Our winterized home on Cape Cod had been reopened before our arrival by the same plumber who had drained it. We had been reassured in California by phone that "all was well." The cleaning girls had come and gone and the house was spotless. I called my friends and planned an opening lobster dinner party outside on the porch overlooking Barnstable Harbor. The night before the party my husband and I arrived home at midnight after a long flight with three cranky cats and multiple suitcases. The dishwasher was not working.
"Oh, the Mieli dishwasher is the very best. Top of the line," the appliance repairman said the next morning. I watched him push buttons and talk to a service operator for Meile over the phone while I drank my coffee. "However, they do not like the cold or to be shut down." "Since when does an appliance have likes and dislikes?" I responded. "This one is so advanced that it can practically fix itself." "So why doesn't it?" He ignored my question and went on for ten more minutes explaining the wonders of new electronics and their memory chips and tiny computer boards. Then concluded with, "Well, it needs a special tool to get the motor going. This is a very sensitive machine. The tool will have to be ordered and I'll call you when it comes in which will probably be in two weeks." This super-duper, top of the line machine was ruining my lobster dinner and my week. It was too late to cancel. The lobsters were ordered. The party must go on!
And it did. The views were glorious, the food awesome and the wine washed away memories of the broken dishwasher and the amount of work to come after the party. But when it was time to load the dishwasher I had to confess that I would be doing them by hand. "Get another bottle of wine," Jenny yelled. "We're doing these by hand just like the good 'ol days." And the production line reactivated memories of yester-year and washing dishes as a family. We laughed, sang, dried and finished two bottles of wine.
That evening on FaceBook I wrote about the post-party-dishwashing-line, and asked if anyone had ever encountered this "Miele magic tool." Many friends with Meile appliances expounded on its advanced technology but no one had heard of this tool. Then, I started receiving comments about how my hand washing experience had jogged memories of evenings around the kitchen sink. FaceBook friends remembered how Mom had washed while Sister dried, Brother put away, and Dad watched. As I read their memories, I felt grounded by the past. Had technology, created to save time, inadvertently been used to the detriment of the family unit? These comments on my FaceBook page were the birth of an idea that still grows today. The "Remember When.." post. For the next two weeks I posted You Tube videos of songs from the past like the Beatles and Rolling Stones and added, "Remember When this came out? What were you doing?" These songs touched off strong feelings of nostalgia. My stomach tightened as I smelled the gardenias from a deceased friend's wedding during the song "Hey Jude". "Angie" by the Stones brought back memories of popcorn and laughter from my College dorm room. The memories reminded me of how important the past is when facing a future that appears controlled by much that is unseen...wireless networks and nanobites.
Two weeks later the repairman was failing in his attempt to perform magic on my dishwasher with his nifty tool when he suddenly yelled, " I found the problem. Hear that?" He shook the machine, reached into a small container beside the catch pan and held the culprit up for inspection. "Well, look at that!" he declared with glee.
"Are you telling me an olive pit brought this 'incredibly advanced piece of machinery' to its knees and me to the sink to wash dishes? So, you didn't really need that magic tool and I didn't need to wait two weeks for my dishwasher?"
"No 'mam." was all he said.
I frowned as I turned the tiny dark pit over in my had. It looked non the worse for wear. I couldn't say the same for the dishwasher. Something so small that had been around before the birth of Jesus had brought technology to its knees and confounded those men and their magic tools. A smile crossed my face as I headed for my computer. My FaceBook friends would get a kick out of this. "Remember When we had to scrape the dishes before we washed them and then later, before we put them in those old clunky dishwashers?...
Kathleen O'Keefe-Kanavos is the author of SURVIVING CANCERLAND www.survivingcncerland.com
Follow her on Twitter and FB from her web page.
Our winterized home on Cape Cod had been reopened before our arrival by the same plumber who had drained it. We had been reassured in California by phone that "all was well." The cleaning girls had come and gone and the house was spotless. I called my friends and planned an opening lobster dinner party outside on the porch overlooking Barnstable Harbor. The night before the party my husband and I arrived home at midnight after a long flight with three cranky cats and multiple suitcases. The dishwasher was not working.
"Oh, the Mieli dishwasher is the very best. Top of the line," the appliance repairman said the next morning. I watched him push buttons and talk to a service operator for Meile over the phone while I drank my coffee. "However, they do not like the cold or to be shut down." "Since when does an appliance have likes and dislikes?" I responded. "This one is so advanced that it can practically fix itself." "So why doesn't it?" He ignored my question and went on for ten more minutes explaining the wonders of new electronics and their memory chips and tiny computer boards. Then concluded with, "Well, it needs a special tool to get the motor going. This is a very sensitive machine. The tool will have to be ordered and I'll call you when it comes in which will probably be in two weeks." This super-duper, top of the line machine was ruining my lobster dinner and my week. It was too late to cancel. The lobsters were ordered. The party must go on!
And it did. The views were glorious, the food awesome and the wine washed away memories of the broken dishwasher and the amount of work to come after the party. But when it was time to load the dishwasher I had to confess that I would be doing them by hand. "Get another bottle of wine," Jenny yelled. "We're doing these by hand just like the good 'ol days." And the production line reactivated memories of yester-year and washing dishes as a family. We laughed, sang, dried and finished two bottles of wine.
That evening on FaceBook I wrote about the post-party-dishwashing-line, and asked if anyone had ever encountered this "Miele magic tool." Many friends with Meile appliances expounded on its advanced technology but no one had heard of this tool. Then, I started receiving comments about how my hand washing experience had jogged memories of evenings around the kitchen sink. FaceBook friends remembered how Mom had washed while Sister dried, Brother put away, and Dad watched. As I read their memories, I felt grounded by the past. Had technology, created to save time, inadvertently been used to the detriment of the family unit? These comments on my FaceBook page were the birth of an idea that still grows today. The "Remember When.." post. For the next two weeks I posted You Tube videos of songs from the past like the Beatles and Rolling Stones and added, "Remember When this came out? What were you doing?" These songs touched off strong feelings of nostalgia. My stomach tightened as I smelled the gardenias from a deceased friend's wedding during the song "Hey Jude". "Angie" by the Stones brought back memories of popcorn and laughter from my College dorm room. The memories reminded me of how important the past is when facing a future that appears controlled by much that is unseen...wireless networks and nanobites.
Two weeks later the repairman was failing in his attempt to perform magic on my dishwasher with his nifty tool when he suddenly yelled, " I found the problem. Hear that?" He shook the machine, reached into a small container beside the catch pan and held the culprit up for inspection. "Well, look at that!" he declared with glee.
"Are you telling me an olive pit brought this 'incredibly advanced piece of machinery' to its knees and me to the sink to wash dishes? So, you didn't really need that magic tool and I didn't need to wait two weeks for my dishwasher?"
"No 'mam." was all he said.
I frowned as I turned the tiny dark pit over in my had. It looked non the worse for wear. I couldn't say the same for the dishwasher. Something so small that had been around before the birth of Jesus had brought technology to its knees and confounded those men and their magic tools. A smile crossed my face as I headed for my computer. My FaceBook friends would get a kick out of this. "Remember When we had to scrape the dishes before we washed them and then later, before we put them in those old clunky dishwashers?...
Kathleen O'Keefe-Kanavos is the author of SURVIVING CANCERLAND www.survivingcncerland.com
Follow her on Twitter and FB from her web page.
Friday, April 16, 2010
DR. DEATH or ANGEL OF MERCY?
HBO Films
Cordially invites you and a guest to join
Barry Levinson, Al Pacino, Susan Sarandon,
Danny Huston, Brenda Vaccaro and John Goodman
At the New York Premiere of
AL PACINO
YOU DON’T KNOW JACK
THE LIFE AND DEATHS OF JACK KEVORKIAN
Wednesday, April 14th, 2010
7:00pm Screening
The Ziegfeld Theatre
141 West 54th Street
I was visiting my family in Manhattan when the invitation came. Death and dying had been a frequent theme in my “Stitch &Bitch” radiation group. When you have been diagnosed with stage four breast cancer it is often the theme of your nightmares, too. I really didn’t know Jack, only what I had read or heard from news sources. I decided to attend the premier and learn about Jack, aka Dr. Kevorkian, aka Dr. Death.
The theatre was filled with anticipation. When Dr. Kevorkian was introduced by the president of HBO productions and stood to face the barrage of clapping I realized that Dr. Death was a tiny man, hardly someone to fear. The larger than life physician was frail from age and years of incarceration.
During the film, I was amazed as actor Al Pachino transformed into Dr. Kevorkian’s shuffling, stooped over persona as he lived the doctor’s life goal, “to release people from undue suffering and embrace death.” To his patients, Dr. Death was The Angel of Mercy –A doctor who listened to his terminal patients and respected their individual and human right to die with dignity before their suffering reached a level that was inhumane. This idea is still important today because at some point we are all going to die. That is the rule of life. I accepted this fact after my cancer diagnosis. What I would not accept was the idea of undue suffering until my final moment. Many of my friends in therapy wouldn’t either. Some of them knew that their treatment was designed to give them time, not a cure. They chose to use that time to look for a quicker way out, before it was beyond their control. The fear of suffering is closely followed by the fear of a botched suicide. The question, “Does anyone know of a way to commit suicide that really works and is not bloody or messy?” was asked more than once in our close-knit group. Unfortunately, death and dying by one’s own hand is still a messy ordeal. Although Hollywood has perfected suicide, the human psyche has not. Desperation breeds misery. Where was Dr. Death when we needed him?—In jail!
The movie showed that Dr. Kevorkian didn’t chose his patients lightly, and he turned down more 97 percent of them—his patients chose him. He did extensive video interviews and was selective in deciding whom to deliver from the grip of undue suffering and place gently into the hands of waiting death.
I’ve heard arguments against suicide because people can have miracles healings. The blind might see again and believe me, I believe in miracles! I am a walking miracle. But for certain patients, Dr. Kevorkian was their miracle.
It is not the hospitals or doctors who are to blame for undue suffering. They are bound by policy that is governed and limited by law. The problem is not in the medical field but in the law. If a doctor has his license revoked, how many other needy patients is he not able to help. This is a medical catch 22 that must be addressed. Disconnecting someone from life support and allowing them to die “naturally” from starvation is not humane. We don’t even do that to our pets. We humanely put them “to sleep.” Do humans deserve less? Did Dr. Death do less?
As Elizabeth Kubler-Ross wrote in 1969 in her book, On Death and Dying, “When a patient is severely ill, he is often treated like a person with no rights to an opinion.” Unfortunately, in 2010, I found that this is still often the case.
In the new age of Enlightment with holistic and integrative medicine are we still in the Dark Ages concerning death and dying? Watch You don’t Know Jack, April 24th on HBO and decide for yourself—Dr. Death or Angle of Mercy?
For pictures on the new Al Pacino movie “You Don’t Know Jack,” go to
http://www.patrickmcmullen.com/site/event_detail.aspx?eid=32751&page=1&pgSize=16&sortdir=DESC
About the Author: Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos penned SURVIVINGCANCERLAND
www.survivingcancerland.com
Resources: THE NEW YORK POST, Friday, April 16th, 2010, pg 30
Cordially invites you and a guest to join
Barry Levinson, Al Pacino, Susan Sarandon,
Danny Huston, Brenda Vaccaro and John Goodman
At the New York Premiere of
AL PACINO
YOU DON’T KNOW JACK
THE LIFE AND DEATHS OF JACK KEVORKIAN
Wednesday, April 14th, 2010
7:00pm Screening
The Ziegfeld Theatre
141 West 54th Street
I was visiting my family in Manhattan when the invitation came. Death and dying had been a frequent theme in my “Stitch &Bitch” radiation group. When you have been diagnosed with stage four breast cancer it is often the theme of your nightmares, too. I really didn’t know Jack, only what I had read or heard from news sources. I decided to attend the premier and learn about Jack, aka Dr. Kevorkian, aka Dr. Death.
The theatre was filled with anticipation. When Dr. Kevorkian was introduced by the president of HBO productions and stood to face the barrage of clapping I realized that Dr. Death was a tiny man, hardly someone to fear. The larger than life physician was frail from age and years of incarceration.
During the film, I was amazed as actor Al Pachino transformed into Dr. Kevorkian’s shuffling, stooped over persona as he lived the doctor’s life goal, “to release people from undue suffering and embrace death.” To his patients, Dr. Death was The Angel of Mercy –A doctor who listened to his terminal patients and respected their individual and human right to die with dignity before their suffering reached a level that was inhumane. This idea is still important today because at some point we are all going to die. That is the rule of life. I accepted this fact after my cancer diagnosis. What I would not accept was the idea of undue suffering until my final moment. Many of my friends in therapy wouldn’t either. Some of them knew that their treatment was designed to give them time, not a cure. They chose to use that time to look for a quicker way out, before it was beyond their control. The fear of suffering is closely followed by the fear of a botched suicide. The question, “Does anyone know of a way to commit suicide that really works and is not bloody or messy?” was asked more than once in our close-knit group. Unfortunately, death and dying by one’s own hand is still a messy ordeal. Although Hollywood has perfected suicide, the human psyche has not. Desperation breeds misery. Where was Dr. Death when we needed him?—In jail!
The movie showed that Dr. Kevorkian didn’t chose his patients lightly, and he turned down more 97 percent of them—his patients chose him. He did extensive video interviews and was selective in deciding whom to deliver from the grip of undue suffering and place gently into the hands of waiting death.
I’ve heard arguments against suicide because people can have miracles healings. The blind might see again and believe me, I believe in miracles! I am a walking miracle. But for certain patients, Dr. Kevorkian was their miracle.
It is not the hospitals or doctors who are to blame for undue suffering. They are bound by policy that is governed and limited by law. The problem is not in the medical field but in the law. If a doctor has his license revoked, how many other needy patients is he not able to help. This is a medical catch 22 that must be addressed. Disconnecting someone from life support and allowing them to die “naturally” from starvation is not humane. We don’t even do that to our pets. We humanely put them “to sleep.” Do humans deserve less? Did Dr. Death do less?
As Elizabeth Kubler-Ross wrote in 1969 in her book, On Death and Dying, “When a patient is severely ill, he is often treated like a person with no rights to an opinion.” Unfortunately, in 2010, I found that this is still often the case.
In the new age of Enlightment with holistic and integrative medicine are we still in the Dark Ages concerning death and dying? Watch You don’t Know Jack, April 24th on HBO and decide for yourself—Dr. Death or Angle of Mercy?
For pictures on the new Al Pacino movie “You Don’t Know Jack,” go to
http://www.patrickmcmullen.com/site/event_detail.aspx?eid=32751&page=1&pgSize=16&sortdir=DESC
About the Author: Kathleen O’Keefe-Kanavos penned SURVIVINGCANCERLAND
www.survivingcancerland.com
Resources: THE NEW YORK POST, Friday, April 16th, 2010, pg 30
Thursday, April 15, 2010
DEPRESSION
My Article DEPRESSION: A Message From Self in Cape Women Online Magazine
http://capewomenonline.com/Issue_Spring2010/Spring2010Articles/Depression.html
http://capewomenonline.com/Issue_Spring2010/Spring2010Articles/Depression.html
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
AGENT
A great first piece of an ongoing series about getting an agent by editor Chuck Sambuchino of WRITER’S DIGEST that features my article. www.guidetoliteraryagents.com/blog
Friday, April 9, 2010
MY CHOICES FOR THE SUGAR DOLL BLOGGER AWARD AARRREEE...!
As a shared recipient of the FABULOUS SUGAR DALL BLOGGER AWARD I was required to share ten unusual things about myself http://liakeyes.ning.com/profiles/blogs/sharing-the-sign-of-a-true?commentId=3667139%3AComment%3A9660&xg_source=msg_com_blogpost and choose five other awardees. Those awardees must then share ten things about themselves and chose five more awardees.
I have made my decision concerning my choices for the Fabulous Sugar Doll Blogger awardees. Please forgive me. I tried but could not choose just five. I chose an even six—three Guys and three Dolls. http://rachnachhabria.blogspot.com/2010/04/fabulous-sugar-doll-blogger-award.html & http://liakeyes.ning.com/profiles/blogs/sharing-the-sign-of-a-true
Choosing was harder than I thought but for a very different reason than I had originally imagined— I had more than five awardees. Choices, choices! My fear had been that I would not know five people for this award. I’m pleased to say that I could have easily chosen ten or twenty. Networking on the Internet has made me rich in friendships. I thank the Universe for placing these wonderful people in my life and Lia Keys and Rachna Chhabria for creating and sharing this award. If Lia Keyes had not developed the award, she would have been first on my list. Here are my six choices:
Jackie Paulson http://c4women.ning.com/profile/JackiePaulson a friend on C4Women (Connections for women.)
Genny Esterline http://c4women.ning.com/profile/GennyEsterline- one of my first friends on Connections for Women.
Richard D. Nielson http://liakeyes.ning.com/profile/RichardDNielsen a friend on Scribblerati who writes about life…just like me.
Jason McElholne- http://jasonsnetwork.com/administrator/ founder of Jason Network and a fantastic person who will go that extra mile for others.
Pamela Ferris-Olson- http://www.livingintheheartland.com a great friend and writer who met me on FaceBook, took me under her wing and shared my message on her many sites.
Peter Canova- http://www.popeannalisa.com/ wonderful man who is deeply in touch with his “inner female” and author of the ground-breaking book POPE ANNALISA.
I have made my decision concerning my choices for the Fabulous Sugar Doll Blogger awardees. Please forgive me. I tried but could not choose just five. I chose an even six—three Guys and three Dolls. http://rachnachhabria.blogspot.com/2010/04/fabulous-sugar-doll-blogger-award.html & http://liakeyes.ning.com/profiles/blogs/sharing-the-sign-of-a-true
Choosing was harder than I thought but for a very different reason than I had originally imagined— I had more than five awardees. Choices, choices! My fear had been that I would not know five people for this award. I’m pleased to say that I could have easily chosen ten or twenty. Networking on the Internet has made me rich in friendships. I thank the Universe for placing these wonderful people in my life and Lia Keys and Rachna Chhabria for creating and sharing this award. If Lia Keyes had not developed the award, she would have been first on my list. Here are my six choices:
Jackie Paulson http://c4women.ning.com/profile/JackiePaulson a friend on C4Women (Connections for women.)
Genny Esterline http://c4women.ning.com/profile/GennyEsterline- one of my first friends on Connections for Women.
Richard D. Nielson http://liakeyes.ning.com/profile/RichardDNielsen a friend on Scribblerati who writes about life…just like me.
Jason McElholne- http://jasonsnetwork.com/administrator/ founder of Jason Network and a fantastic person who will go that extra mile for others.
Pamela Ferris-Olson- http://www.livingintheheartland.com a great friend and writer who met me on FaceBook, took me under her wing and shared my message on her many sites.
Peter Canova- http://www.popeannalisa.com/ wonderful man who is deeply in touch with his “inner female” and author of the ground-breaking book POPE ANNALISA.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
SHARING: The Sign of a True Friend
Sharing something sweet is the sign of a true friend and I feel privileged to be Rachna Chhabria’s. She shared her Fabulous Sugar Doll Blogger Award with me. http://rachnachhabria.blogspot.com/2010/04/fabulous-sugar-doll-blogger-award.html This award is given by British Fantasy Writer Lia Keys, founder of Scribblerati, http://liakeyes.ning.com/profiles/blogs/about-scribblerati and ScribeChat on Twitter http://liakeyes.ning.com/opensocial/ningapps/show?appUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fos.ning.com%2Fningapps%2Ftwittertracker%2Fgadget.xml%3Fning-app-status%3Dnetwork&owner=timequest&readded=1
Although Rachna Chhabria and I became instant friends and blog followers on Scribblerati, I only knew her by her bio and her writing. I got such a kick out of reading the list of Ten Unique Things About Rachna. We shared similarities, such as reading and writing multiple books simultaneously. Imagine my surprise when I realized that I was now required, as a shared recipient, to write my own list. This took some soul searching because it can’t be just any ol’ list. It must be unique. Okay, Rachna, I’m up for the challenge. Here goes….
1.)I was born in Frankfurt, Germany to an American military family. At age five I had to go before a judge to give up my dual citizenship and declare my American citizenship. After saying the Pledge of Allegiance, the judge asked me if I could show in any other way how much I wanted to be an American citizen. So I tap-danced to God Bless America.
2.)I was a first grader in Berlin, Germany the day the Berlin Wall went up. I watched it come down on TV while living in the United States.
3.)I am fourth generation Psychic. At the age of two I could see and hear ghosts.
4.)I love to scuba dive with sharks. I have never had a shark be aggressive toward me.
5.)I love to scuba dive with wild dolphin. It is like having dogs play under water with you—Big time play time! One dolphin handed me a piece of seaweed as a flower by using its tail like a hand.
6.)I never planned to be a writer. But like a kitten, my career chose me and I love it dearly.
7.)My doctors missed twice what my dreams and meditations were telling me—that I had cancer. My dreams proved to be right and my doctors wrong. I’m alive because I listened to myself.
8.)My synchronicity number is 1111. I notice it on clocks all the time. My favorite color is green.
9.)I raised a wild baby blackbird on my Siamese cat’s food. I have pictures of Fe-licks grooming Winky the bird. Winky still lives as a free bird in our backyard.
10.)My husband and I went for a boat ride and almost sank…we forgot to install the plug.
Namaste!
View this blog on the following sites:
http://jasonsnetwork.com/PsychicHealing/
http://writersdigest.ning.com/profile/KathleenOKeefeKanavos
http://survivingcancerland.blogspot.com/
http://c4women.ning.com
Although Rachna Chhabria and I became instant friends and blog followers on Scribblerati, I only knew her by her bio and her writing. I got such a kick out of reading the list of Ten Unique Things About Rachna. We shared similarities, such as reading and writing multiple books simultaneously. Imagine my surprise when I realized that I was now required, as a shared recipient, to write my own list. This took some soul searching because it can’t be just any ol’ list. It must be unique. Okay, Rachna, I’m up for the challenge. Here goes….
1.)I was born in Frankfurt, Germany to an American military family. At age five I had to go before a judge to give up my dual citizenship and declare my American citizenship. After saying the Pledge of Allegiance, the judge asked me if I could show in any other way how much I wanted to be an American citizen. So I tap-danced to God Bless America.
2.)I was a first grader in Berlin, Germany the day the Berlin Wall went up. I watched it come down on TV while living in the United States.
3.)I am fourth generation Psychic. At the age of two I could see and hear ghosts.
4.)I love to scuba dive with sharks. I have never had a shark be aggressive toward me.
5.)I love to scuba dive with wild dolphin. It is like having dogs play under water with you—Big time play time! One dolphin handed me a piece of seaweed as a flower by using its tail like a hand.
6.)I never planned to be a writer. But like a kitten, my career chose me and I love it dearly.
7.)My doctors missed twice what my dreams and meditations were telling me—that I had cancer. My dreams proved to be right and my doctors wrong. I’m alive because I listened to myself.
8.)My synchronicity number is 1111. I notice it on clocks all the time. My favorite color is green.
9.)I raised a wild baby blackbird on my Siamese cat’s food. I have pictures of Fe-licks grooming Winky the bird. Winky still lives as a free bird in our backyard.
10.)My husband and I went for a boat ride and almost sank…we forgot to install the plug.
Namaste!
View this blog on the following sites:
http://jasonsnetwork.com/PsychicHealing/
http://writersdigest.ning.com/profile/KathleenOKeefeKanavos
http://survivingcancerland.blogspot.com/
http://c4women.ning.com
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