Radio Spot! Back To Health 4 Life! 

If you have a minute (okay an hour), please listen to my guest spot on the Love, Trust, Pixie Dust radio show! We talk about ways to increase your overall health and wellness! 

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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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My Life Is Worth Saving!

Sometimes, out of nowhere, tears flood my eyes. They sneak in as an unexpected guest. They cannot be denied or ignored. Behind them, can be a whole array of emotions lurking about: happiness, sadness, desperation, strength, love, pure gratitude, or a kaleidoscope of them all. There are times, when they are derived from guilt and confusion. We all know others who have passed into another world. All of us wonder why we are here. As survivors, we have all pondered the question, “Why am I blessed with the chance to beat this disease when others have not?”

In my case, the personal circumstance which leaves me pondering is that I don’t have children, and this vicious killer has taken mothers with young children who desperately needed their guidance. My sister-in-law battled a great fight. She was a warrior. Yet my nephews and niece still lost their Mom at a time in their lives when they needed her the most, when they were searching for love and stability in the midst of their delicate youth. Her fatality left them struggling to figure out who they were without her. A friend of mine had four young children, yet she still had to lay down her sword and rise above, while her kids were left with a hole in their hearts and their psyches.

There is no rhyme nor reason that our minds can grasp onto where a grief of such magnitude makes any sense. Loss and confusion can wrap around our entire beings, suffocating our every breath. We have to have faith in something bigger than us to move forward. We have to believe that there is a plan Greater than – and beyond – our comprehension.

While I believe I inspire others and have a great positive influence on this world, there is nothing like the influence a mother has on her kids. In moments like these, I have to lay my trust completely in the Universe. I know I have a purpose greater than me; and I have not fulfilled it yet. I still have work to do. I know I can help more people being alive than dead. Having had children or not, my life is worth saving! Yours is too, regardless of the circumstances we perceive in our human minds.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed, C.H.C.
May 17, 2014

Forging My Own Byway

Forging My Own Byway

Thoughts.
Feelings.
Spinning.
Running into each other.
No way out.

All the words.
All the poems.
Weave together.
A web of dichotomy.
Faith. Confusion.
Strength. Despair.
Power. Exhaustion.
Belief. Uncertainty.

An EVERY day focus.
Laser point precision.
Moving in a singular direction.
Walking for miles.
Yet staying in same place.
Wings fervently flapping,
straining to take flight.
The ground not letting go.

My compass needle
spiraling out-of-control.
Its magnetic field
has gone haywire.

Struggling to decipher
a jigsaw puzzle.
Mismatched pieces.
Scattered.
Everywhere.

Anxiety. Anguish.
Butterflies
morphing into Dragons.
Living. Breathing.
Taking residence.
Complete possession.

Terrain crumbling,
beneath my feet.
Only traces of dust remain.
I shudder.
Staggering on the tightrope.
Pivoting on tip toes.
Teeter-tottering.

Recalibrate.
Adjust my feathers.
Navigate a new path.
My hand quivers
as I attempt to draw a line
in the collapsing sand.

A multi-dimensional,
treasure map.
Perpetually changing.
Fluctuating at every turn.
Detours throughout
my pilgrimage.
Deviating from
the trampled road.
Detaching from
the gridlock.

Forging my own byway.
Others feeding me
converging directions
Muting the roar.
Inside out.
Outside in.

Fearful.
Unsettled.
Dreaming
for an epiphany.
20/20 Foresight.
I’m blinded.
Close my eyes.
Jump.
Believe!
Freefall.
Trust!

Plunge
through the darkness.
Locate
the shaft of illumination.
Take my hand
and show me the way.
Lead me to Life!
Living. Breathing. Loving.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
May 16-17, 2014
Poem #386

Celebrate Every Day!

With my next birthday being around the corner, last night a friend asked how I feel about getting closer to 50 (mind you, I’m still a few years off). A fair question, especially with her being in her early 30s. Here’s what I said. I’ve always been amazed with how fast time travels, but age has never bothered me. Even with my already positive attitude about aging, having had cancer is a game changer. Growing older is better than the alternative! I’m just happy to be alive! Let’s celebrate every day!

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

Inner Goddess

Inner Goddess

Sometimes Ms. Vanity,
chases away Ms. Confidence,
and comes knocking on my door.
She keeps her companion,
Ms. Self-Conscious,
in close tow.
I try to ignore them both.
But they howl and howl,
and they huff and they puff,
until I let them in.

They point and laugh.
Magnifying and Amplifying
all the cruel tricks of Nature
I want to eradicate.

Hair loss
where I want to keep it.
Hair growth
where I could do without!
My tweezers and I
have a friend/foe relationship.
Every day,
we have a stare down
in the mirror.
Plucking and taunting
as we dance in the ring.
Bulges, jiggles, and wiggles
jamming to the beat.

Dryness
in the most undesirable places.
Wetness
at the most inconvenient times.
Winkles
taking ownership of my skin.

Ruminants
of my Perfect Girls
are in the eyes
of a Scarecrow.
Helter Skelter
Purple Hearts
slashed across
their cheeks.

One would think
my husband’s declining vision
would help my parable,
yet his fingers do the walking.
He knows me by braille!

What Is
is
What Is.
It’s better
than the alternative!
Control what you can,
and LET GO of all the rest!

Find your Inner Goddess.
Gaze upon her
in your reflection.
She is your True Self.
She is your Muse.
Present her
to the world.
Walk in her light!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
January 16, 2014
Poem # 384

Flapping My Feathers

Flapping My Feathers

The wind
is heavy.
Propelling
me
backward.
My wings
are fatigued.

The big, bad wolf
is still lurking about,
trying to huff,
and puff,
and blow me down.

On my knees,
fervently
flapping my feathers
with all the moxie
I can muster.
Cemented in quicksand.
Struggling
to take flight.

Again.
And.
Again.
Endlessly.

Forward.
Backward.
Up.
Down.
Spinning.
Darting emotions.
Staggering.
Seasickness.

Faith.
Look to the heavens.
Trust.
Quiet the clamor.
Believe.
Turn inward.

Searching
for my Chi.
She knows
the way,
even when I don’t.

Breathe.
Close my eyes.
Listen to her.
Guiding my every step,
better than any fancy
navigational device.

Rise up.
Ascend
from the ashes.
Soar
as you know you can.

Tests.
Measurements.
Statistics.
All looking to
dictate my Heath.

Focus.
Results are
nothing more
than a static,
infinitesimal
grain of sand.

I cannot
let numbers
obscure
or blind
my vision.
Remember.
Know.

Chant.
I.
Will.
Heal.
This.
Land!

My diagnosis
is not my prognosis.
It is only
one moment
in time.
Forever changing.
Never to be the same.
Dynamic.

As fluid as an ocean shore.
Always in motion,
moving toward
Quantum Health.
Prevailing!

I will survive!
I am alive and vibrant!
Nothing can stop me!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C
December 18-19, 2013
Poem # 383

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For those who are wondering what inspired this poem, I got my results back from the blood work I sent to Greece. They have a test there which can determine the cancer stem cells circulating in my blood. Those are the cells that cause recurrences. We want my number to less than 5, preferably 3 or 2. I’ve been tested four times at this point. My results have been as follows: 6.3, 6.1, 5.8, and now 6.4. Ugh! There are many factors which may have contributed to the rise. My recent surgeries being the most likely. My doctor is hoping that it is a temporary surge, which can happen with cancer apoptosis (cell death). We will retest in eight weeks and go from there. 

I was so positive my results were going to drop. The rise came as quite a blow. On top of the recent Hashimoto’s Thyrioditis diagnosis, my vim and vigor wained for just a moment. No worries. I’ll be back!