Multidimensional Inner Prowess

When one goes through a gigantic, life-altering experience, it has the power to redefine oneself. Yet, do we want to be defined by ONE experience? Even one that has changed our lives and ourselves forevermore?

I can say unequivocally that I do not. It is a slippery slope. It is easy to go down that road and not realize it until you’re already unpacking at a destination you did not plot on your map in the first place.

So how do we go through a Quantum Evolution without the experience delineating our totality, pushing everything else into the shadows? How do we redefine ourselves, without THE experience being THE singular defining factor? Without THE experience becoming THE ONLY face people see?

We need to remember who we ARE. It is because of who we ARE that we were able to plunge forward and put the experience in its place. It is because of our multidimensional inner prowess, we were able to emerge on the other side of the sierras and chasms in victory.

We need return to our preexistent magnificence and reappear stronger and more powerful than conceived possible by our anterior viewfinder. Our courage and vitality elevate us as a Phoenix, soaring through the majestic sky. Our voices harmonize a more euphonic pitch and sweeter melody than ever before.

It is not the experience which defines me. It is ME that defines the experience.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C
September 29, 2013


Exactly Where I’m Meant To Be!

In the last almost two years, I’ve had seven surgeries on the girls, chosen to change my entire way of life, and ergo gone through a Quantum Evolution. I am the very best version of ME that I have ever been.  Nancy Version 2.0.  Each day, I look forward to further expansion by actively engaging in self-advancement.  During this journey over, around, and through the expansive sierras, I am learning many lessons in human nature which both swell and deflate my heart, each side equally as deep.

I am profoundly humbled by the many who steadily hold my hand and walk by my side with unwavering support. They have erected scaffolding under my feet and perpetually champion my genesis. They take every single step with me, struggling to be in my purple Birkenstock sandals as much as viable.  Our relationships are flourishing under the veil of adversity and in the triumph of the psyche.

There are unexpected supporters who have traipsed from my yesterdays into my todays with ease and elegance. Our histories were inked on the same parchment, and they have paraded back into my life and animated our stories once again.

There are some who sojourn when they can, trek with me for a mile or two, and switch back to saunter upon their own trails.

In quasi-spontaneous crossroads and intersections, there are those who come forward, whispering in my ear. Unbeknownst to me, they have been striding adjacent to me all along, hand-in-hand, silently shouting cheers on my behalf.

There are many muted observers, witnessing my travels from a TripTik, inspired by the direction I’ve taken, and are using my travel guide as a beacon for their own lives.

There are also those I’ve encountered because we share a carbon quest. We have faced kindred obstacles and grace. We have declared our distinct expeditions. We soar together, harmonize, and synthesize into one powerful voice.

Mournfully, in tandem, there are those who try to hike with me but, for whatever reason, can’t handle the altitude or the unexpected turns and twists. They profess their ceaseless devotion.  Yet before their words can emerge as an echo, they vanish, and their covenant shatters upon the concrete.

There are those who swing by, ever so briefly, and only at their own convenience, to yank upon my freshly situated oxygen mask and tap it for their own hardships, depleting my limited supply. Without warning or notice, having no regard for the topography of my crusade, they evaporate into thin air.

Most distressingly, are those who have directly and deliberately turned their backs on me and darted away. They scaled the mountains with me for a while, holding my hand, pulling me up, lulling me into believing they were an intertwined net, ready to rescue me if I fell. While rappelling, abruptly and unpredictably, they unfastened the anchors and let go of the rope, plummeting me into a chasm and abandoning me as I crashed upon the cliffs. Those gashes plunge deeper than any of the scars carved across my chest.

I cannot begin to express the intensity of emotions that have occurred on both sides of my heart. The majority of my loved ones have raised me to new elevations, and I am forever grateful. Adversely, there are those who have brought me to subterranean voids. Although my heart is pained as some of my relationships have been redefined or discarded as easily as a crumpled tissue, every plot has a teeter-totter antithesis.

The symmetry is stunningly organic. A definitive and abundant locus. It is what it is. I am learning serenity: the courage to refine who I am, not letting my ego protest in opposition, and detaching from what I cannot change. My salve is Panoramic Optics. A knowing that transcends a flimsy superficiality and penetrates infinite dimensions beyond a limited scope.  I can say without hesitation or ambiguity, never before, have I known with such profound certainty, I am exactly who and where I am meant to be!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.ED., C.H.C.
September 14-15, 2013

Road To Me

Road To Me

Over time you come to realize that not everyone who walks on your path is meant to stay on it, some people are meant to be on your journey but not at your destination.

Over time you come to realize that not everyone who walks on your path is meant to stay on it, some people are meant to be on your journey but not at your destination.

Radiate From Within!

Radiate From Within!

New Dimensions

New Dimensions

Frogs For The Cure!

Frogs For The Cure!

Since my doctor has given me the okay to get out of the house a little bit, I’ve been going from zero to 120 miles per hour!  Yesterday, I woke up early to participate in the biggest breast cancer video in world history through Frogs For The Cure, at TCU. Me and 2,500 of my closest friends were there. It was a fabulous event! The energy was amazing! Imagine thousands of people clapping and cheering for the 80+ breast cancer survivors that were there! Wow!

Click on the photo below or this link to see the world’s longest cancer video debuted at the TCU Pink Out game on November 2, 2013.

Click Photo To See video!

Click Photo To See video!


Click on the photo below or this link to see the Pink Glove video!

Click Photo To See Rise Up! Video

Click Photo To See Rise Up! Video

We made the news!

Click on the photo below or this link to view a one minute video about it.

Survivor Parade!

Survivor Parade!

Click on the photo below or the link to see NBC Channel 5’s coverage.!/news/local/Frogs-Battle-Cancer-With-Music-Video/223789801

NBC Channel 5's Coverage

NBC Channel 5’s Coverage

Click on the photo below or the link to read Star Telegram’s article. 

Star Telegram's Article

Star Telegram’s Article



Breast Sisters!

Breast Sisters!

Green River Ordinance’s song Rise Up will be the music in the video.  While their song applies to all of life’s challenges, they wrote it for breast cancer survivors.  It is a powerful song.  Click on the photo below or the link to hear RISE UP!

Rise Up!

Rise Up!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.

The Phoenix Rises!

The Phoenix Rises!

Mirror, Mirror on the wall.
Are you friend or foe today?
Bandages removed,
a battlefield uncovered.
Angry gashes
marring sacred land.
Shrieking out,
vying for center stage.
Spotlights targeting
every gouge.
Utterly exposed.
Fully vulnerable.

Eyes piercing
delicate parchment.
Magnifying the ruins.
A band strikes up,
lights are flashing,
the Carny trumpets,
“Step right up! The Sideshow is open!
We’ve got quite a Single-O Attraction for you!”

When the lights fade,
the fanfare diminishes.
Yet echoes linger.
in the darkness.
Projecting on
an interior screen.

Obscured reflections.
Visions clouded
and tangled.
One moment.
One split-second.
My bravado
was deflated.

The Funhouse Mirror
of disfigurement
is shattered.
Tents rolled up.
In the still of the night,
a Circus Jump ensued!

Lacerations alleviate.
Dissections mend.
Remnants emerge
as relics.
Branding an indelible
Purple Heart.

The Phoenix rises,
soaring through
the majestic sky,
over the mountaintops,
to new heights,
and a breathtaking view!
Panoramic landscapes.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall.
Reflect my heart
and nothing more!
The strength of my spirit
shining through,
healing my flesh,
disarming the Demon,
winning the stare down.

A kaleidoscope
inside out
and outside in.
Inner Grace.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
September 12, 2013
Poem #381






Behind The Scenes Magic

Enter Day 5. Glad you are here!

Mr. Sandman is still pretty elusive. He comes in for awhile, hangs out, and plays. Until Ms. Discomfort comes in and shoos him away. She is a bully, and he is somewhat of a wimp. Mr. Sandman just won’t stand up to her!

I saw Dr. Hodges yesterday. I must say, having Tegaderm (waterproof bandages) ripped off of The Girls was not a pleasant experience!! “I was stuck on Tegaderm, and Tegaderm was stuck on me!!” Ouch!!

Dr. Hodges was pleased with my current healing. He wants me to continue the current protocol: staying home bound. I have the same restrictions: no lifting more than five pounds, no reaching higher than my head, and no driving. I have to sleep on my back, with both arms elevated, wearing a post surgical bra (hence the cat and mouse play of Mr. Sandman and Ms. Discomfort)!

I cannot walk outside yet. Dr. Hodges does not want my heart rate up. He also does not want the sun to hit the massive bruises/swelling on my thighs caused from transplanting fat cells for the sake of The Girls. Liposuction is not for the weak! For “exercise,” I get to walk from room to room in our home! Woo-Hoo!

The very best part of the visit was getting the drains removed!! Yay!! They are so uncomfortable! While it’s not fun getting them removed, it’s totally worth it for them to be gone!!

As most if us know, after any surgery, our bodies are filled with residual chemicals/toxins from the anesthesia. Additionally, our bodies have increased inflammation. I have been using food to get rid of the nasty residue and reduce the inflammation. Some of the foods which are helpful to my cause are as follows: onions, garlic, ginger, turmeric, artichokes, parsley, kale, red cabbage, celery, beets, dandelion greens, my daily bee pollen, black and cayenne pepper, lemon water, limes, olive oil, coconut oil, rose green tea, soluble fiber powder (absorbs toxins), and organic berries.

I was also given several rounds of antibiotics. We did not want to take the chance of any infection invading my body again. We got rid of those squatters once, and they were not welcome back!! While antibiotics certainly serve a purpose, they also have a negative side effect of removing probiotics from our guts. Probiotics are critical for good health. Instead of taking a supplements to get my gut balanced again, I am using…yes, you guessed it…food, food, glorious food! Fermented foods are fabulous for increasing probiotics. My fermented foods of choice are fresh sauerkraut and kombucha tea.

Lots of work to do today! While on the outside, it appears like I’m doing nothing, as I sit on the couch all day; behind the scenes – 24/7 – my body is working hard at healing! Don’t pay attention to the women behind the curtain! She’s working her magic! Bring on the continued healing Day 5!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.




The Body’s Magnificence!

As I enter Day 4 post-surgery, I am once again amazed at the body’s ability to heal. Everyday, simple tasks (that we all take for granted) were impossible for me to accomplish on Day 1. Yet on Day 2, with effort, some of those tasks became attainable. Every few hours, I can feel and see a difference in my mobility.

My pain has now subsided to discomfort. (Of course, with healing, comes the incessant itching that cannot be scratched!! Ugh!!) Never did I think I would be where I am in the healing cycle at this stage! I am WOWED by the magnificence of the body!

My agenda for the day: Heal, Baby, Heal! I also have a field trip planned. Off to Dr. Hodges, I go! Big thanks to Sam for offering to be my driver. I am hoping the drains will be removed!

Today is a beautiful day for healing!



The Phoenix

I just bought this great Survivor necklace, Phoenix Heart. It is an absolutely perfect symbol for me. Last year I wrote about Lexi (my left breast) being The Phoenix. To recap, in May of 2012, because of a deadly infection, Lexi’s expander had to be removed. She temporarily became Level. I was left flat-chested and deformed on one side. On LUCKY Friday, July 13th, the Scarecrow Stuffing was burned; and Lexi, the Phoenix, rose from the ashes!!

Each in their own special way, Lexi and Rylee have both risen from the ashes. Seven times! In the wake, of what I hope to be, their very last surgery, The Phoenix Heart is a perfect gift for the girls, as they soar through the majestic sky, over the mountaintops, to new heights, and a breathtaking view!




Buy a Phoenix Heart here.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.