The Potato Head Generation

Whole body healthcare
is a misnomer.
Everybody’s a “specialist.”
No doctor wants
total accountability.
They are forced
into pigeonholed vision.
Our bodies are
butchered into pieces
according to the frame
on the wall.

Our system is not
driven by health.
The puppeteer
creates that illusion.
Deception by
hocus-pocus.
Behind the curtain,
the Road Hogs are:
Illness.
Insurance.
Liabilities.
Money.

Nothing is treated
as interrelated.
Our organs are fragmented.
Isolated –
like a game of Operation.
Our body parts
are pegged into tiny round holes.
Hello Potato Head Generation!

Cancer is a systematic breakdown.
Yet breasts are quarantined.
“We will only treat you for
breast related issues.”
The unspoken words are piercing…
“…Except if you have a recurrence.”
You are a mannequin,
unless otherwise notified!
Who thought Dem Dry Bones
were all attached?
Not with our current policies.
We need a new nursery rhyme.

The hip bone’s
not connected to the back bone.
The liver and the kidneys do
not have a symbiotic relationship.
The colon is a
one-man band.
Estrogen does
not interplay with the thyroid.
The thyroid does
not affect any other bodily functions.
The sun has
no impact on the earth.
You do the Hokey Pokey,
and you turn yourself around.
That’s what it’s all about!

When will we learn?

There is a reason why
the following words have the same root:
Wholeness,
Holiness,
Health, and
Healing.

We are a golden,
interwoven tapestry.
Rumpelstiltskin’s trickery
is not necessarily.

We are being brainwashed
into believing a mirage.
The strings are a noose.
Stuffed into a tiny,
little box.
No room to move.
No holes to breathe.
How do we get out?

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
August 15-17, 2015

CEMENTED IN AN ILLUSION

For being such a confident person,
I have a splash of insecurity too.
I really dislike its flare ups.
The land is cultivated.
A seed is pitched,
and it sprouts,
becoming its own separate entity.
Turning on its matriarch,
seizing total domination.
Playing me like a puppeteer!

Yesterday’s fears
haunt today.
Events which would otherwise
go unnoticed,
get magnified and distorted,
as if I’m looking through
a Funhouse mirror.

They compound
and gather momentum.
A runaway horse
trampling through my mind
and crushing my heart.
Tangled up in a labyrinth,
with no way out.
Cemented in an illusion
of my own creation.

How does one reconcile
thoughts twisted
in your own mind,
especially when your sounding board
has knotted circuit breakers?

How do you release yourself
from your own conjuring?

When your measuring tool
is what’s contorted,
how do you escape Mr. Houdini?

Unravel each crumpled thought,
one by one,
like the rubber bands
encased in a golf ball.
Fling them away.
Choose a mantra.
Sing your praises
in surround sound.
Mute self-doubt.

Breathe in Love!
Breathe out Gratitude!
Repeat.

Let go.
Let live.
Be free.
Fly!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C
June 2, 2015
Poem #397

My Bravado Is Back! 

I have owned it.
I’ve identified with it.
I am Proud.
And I Celebrate.

In parallel,
there are still times
it almost seems like
it happened to a different person.
A universe on a lateral plane.

I see myself on a video screen…
It does not look like me.
It doesn’t feel like me.
It feels like someone
totally separate from me.

Sometimes I wonder,
who is this woman
who looks back at me?
I am proud of her.
I am in awe of her.
I am amazed
she is me.

She stands
before humanity,
completely exposed.
Emotionally.
Spiritually.
Physically.

Openly sharing the scars
that burned her soul.
Displaying the indelible
Purple Heart
slashed across her chest.
The remnants of
relentless mutilation.

Where was the turn?
When was the shift?
There was a time,
she could barely
have her husband look upon her.
Even the mirror
was her foe.
Now she’s poised
before the world to behold.

She. Me. Her. I.
broke through a protective barrier,
without even knowing it,
until stepping through the debris.
Brick by brick,
the Dividing Wall
melted away.
Almost imperceivable.

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

No more hiding.
Like a long lost friend,
my bravado is back!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin
May 14 – 16, 2015
Poem #396
STRIPPED: Deconstructed + Reconstructed

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Dietary Chioces

So many people have made selective dietary choices these days — some are due to allergies, some are due to political beliefs, some are due to digestive issues, some are a choice for good health, and some are due to chronic conditions where food choices are critical. Whichever the reason, it is a challenge when you have restricted yourself in food choices, especially when you eat at someone else’s home and at restaurants.

When you eat out, you need to dine at places who will accommodate your needs. Most often, the wait staff do not know the ingredients in their meals. It requires them running back and forth to the kitchen or having the chef come to your table. Restaurants who prepare their meals in advance are far more difficult. It is easier for accommodation when they will make a dish with your specifications. We eat out a great deal, and there are only a handful of restaurants who will (or can) accommodate my needs.

When you go to somebody’s home, you don’t want to offend the hosts. At the same time, you need to remain true to your lifestyle choices. In so doing, it’s very helpful when you know what’s being served, so you can plan ahead. It is quite a challenge if you go some place and find that there is nothing for you to eat.

If you know that someone has a restricted diet and you have invited him/her to your home for a meal, he/she will be so appreciative if you let him/her know what you are serving in advance. Then, he/she will be able to plan ahead and supplement the meal if needed.

Please know, telling someone that you are “making a salad” does not give enough information. There variable items in a salad, as well as salad dressing, which may or may not be on his/her approved food list. Just because it is a “salad” does not mean it will meet that person’s restrictions. Not to mention, often times people need more then a salad for a meal.

With my dietary restrictions I do not expect anybody to accommodate my needs. All I ask is to know what’s being served in advance so I can plan ahead. When I eat at friends’ homes, usually I bring a dish or two to share so I can be assured I will have food to eat.

I am writing this to, hopefully, give a little awareness to those who do not have any dietary restrictions. We don’t enjoy being a “high maintenance diner.” It is a challenge, sometimes a real struggle, to stay true to one’s food choices.

Get Back To Health 4 Life!

I gave a presentation on stress reduction to a small group of cancer survivors at the downtown YMCA yesterday. The presentation was included in their LiveStrong program. It went great. There was a lot of positive feedback afterward. I was told my presentation was eye opening, great information, and they could feel my passion!

I am speaking throughout the DFW area. Let me know if you’d like to schedule a presentation for one of your networking/social groups or employee wellness programs. Let’s all put the LIFE back in our style and get Back To Health 4 Life!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed.
Certified Health Coach

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