When The Boat Needs Rocking

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Ever jump into what looked like a great opportunity only to have it go south?

I did that recently. Someone contacted me for an interview. The focus was supposed to be about overcoming some difficulty or adversity. At least I thought that was what the blogger said.

We did a phone interview. She rattled off a bunch of questions. I responded. She said she’d write a draft and then send it to me for my input and corrections.

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So far, so good.

Then I received the draft. To put it charitably, it was cringe-worthy. I mean, it was… painful!

To be fair, the author said English is a second language. But this thing needed a major re-write. So I did. Submitted the revised version with profuse thanks from the original writer. Then I waited for the story to be posted.

When I received the email notifying me that the post was live, my reaction was kind of like:


That didn’t last long. Upon a second, closer re-read, my jaw hit the floor. The published post omitted every correction and revision I made. I mean, it was bad.

My initial response was to just Let. It. Go. I mean, geez.

It’s not like half the hemisphere is going to read this thing. Do I really want to rock the boat over this?

Short answer: Yep.

My name is in this post. It’s not only badly written, it’s inaccurate. Moreover, it’s not me. I have a right and probably a duty to speak up. Set the record straight. The original author may be okay with something this lousy. But I’m not. And I’m the subject. Yowza!

So I notified the author. I also told her I’d probably post my version.

So here it is:


I grew up in Sun Diego, where sun pours out of the sky by the truckload and nature surrounds us with tons of opportunities to enjoy the outdoors. I’m also a lifelong book lover and hiker. I’ve hiked just about every day hike available at Mount Rainier National Park over the last 50 years or so (I’m way too young to be that old.) I also write, read, and manage a hiking blog. You get the picture. I love the outdoors and have spent a lot of time out in the sun. It took its toll.

With the fam at Mission Bay in 1972.

In 2013 I went to the doctor to check an odd patch of skin on the tip of my nose. My dermatologist did a biopsy. I was diagnosed with a form of skin cancer called Micronodular Basal Cell Carcinoma (BCC).

MOHS micrographic surgery, a cutting-edge technique with an excellent success rate, was scheduled. I couldn’t help wondering how I’d look post-op.  The success rate for MOHS surgery is about 90%, so the odds were in my favor. But we’re not talking about an incision and scars on a shoulder, an arm, or my back. We were talking about surgery on the tip of my nose. The first thing you see. My face.

It took two surgeries, one right after the other, for the path screen to come back clear. This meant they got all the cancer cells! Post-surgery, the nurse asked if I wanted to see my face. I still have no idea why I said “Yes.” But I did. She handed me a mirror.

Big mistake.

With 50 sutures from my eyebrow to the tip of my nose, I looked like something out of Frankenstein. The swelling and bruising hadn’t even kicked in yet. But the next words out of the surgeon’s mouth weren’t exactly comforting:

“You’ll probably never want to be photographed up close.”

Apparently the doc was absent the day they taught “bed side manner” in med school. Anyway, she also said it would take about a year for my wound to heal completely. Also that although the redness and scarring would fade with time, they would never go away completely. 

“Great. How am I going to walk around looking like this?”

Post-surgery and recovery, I became very self-conscious about my nose. I felt like people were staring at my nose and scars, instead of seeing me for who I am. Emotionally, it took a toll. But with the kindness and support of my husband, kids, and my good dog, Kimber, I was eventually able to embrace my new me. I am flawed, but I accept who I am.

My good dog, Kimber. Ain’t she a beauty?

“If God had a fridge…”

My faith in God’s infinite goodness and grace also helped me through this challenging time. I was and am often reminded that although I walk through the valley, I need fear no evil thing, because He is with me and He comforts me. Author Max Lucado put it like this:

“If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning… Face it, friend. He is crazy about you!”

Beauty comes in many shapes and sizes

One day I made a decision that I was not going to allow my scars to define me. My exterior and my face are only one part of who I am.  I decided that true beauty grows with age because it’s internal, not external. I believe you become more beautiful as internal qualities become more seasoned and are put into practice. I also decided that I wasn’t going to hide indoors when the Great Outdoors, the trails and more adventures were calling!

For example, about a year ago I came home from a routine physical. I felt great at 59 years bold. “You’re really healthy,” the doc confirmed. “Keep up the good work.”

My son and I went outside to take some photos. “Hey Mom,” Josiah said. “What are you going to do with all these pictures?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“You oughtta open an Instagram account so you can post this stuff. Also all the photos you take when you’re hiking.”

“I’m too old for that”

I was like: “Are you kidding me? Instagram??!! That millennials thing? I’m gonna be 60 next year. I’m too old for that.”

“I DARE you to open an Instagram account” Josiah persisted. “I double dare you!”

Well. Who can resist that?

And that’s how my Instagram account, Thymelesswon, was born. (Hi, doc!)

“Hi doc!”

A decision

I also decided I wasn’t going to let “cancer survivor” define me. Or slow me down. For instance, books and reading have always been a huge part of my life.

In 2018, I set my Goodreads Reading Challenge goal at 250 books in one year. Everyone said, either directly or indirectly, that I couldn’t do it.

Watch me!

My internal response? Watch me. Frankly, I’ve never been a big fan of “aim lower.” There’s nothing that motivates me more than having someone insist I can’t do something. That just revs me up to knuckle under. Dig deeper. Go farther, faster. Throttle up. So I quietly revised my reading goal for 2018 to 365 books in one year.

Going “faster, farther”:
383 books in one year!

I not only cleared that benchmark, I exceeded it, reading 383 books in one year. The jet fuel that propelled me across the reading finish line? The dubious looks and raised eyebrows from those who implied or otherwise indicated I couldn’t do it. Kind of like what my surgeon said about being photographed up close.

Joy is a Choice

I’ve learned a lot on this journey and I continue to learn. Like joy is a choice! We can’t always control our circumstances. But we can choose how we react to them. It’s part of our story.

You have a story to tell. The world needs to hear it.  Why? Because you’re one of a kind. No one else sees the world quite like you do. By sharing our stories, we can learn and grow together. It takes openness, vulnerability and risk. But have you noticed? Rewards almost never come without risk. Besides, your story may be exactly what someone else needs to hear. Your story may encourage them on their own journey and help them choose joy along the way, scars and all.

That’s why I’m sharing mine. 

Image credit: Sinking boat