Saturday 21 November 2009

Day 21 of MOvember. Rain ...and a guy with a round, pink, fluffy bag hanging from his neck

Yeap. It's crazy weather out there so I thought it was about time to write another post.
I got a new FB message from LIVESTRONG UK this morning and, as I went to write a 'thank you' note on Nick's page, I realized I had not really mentioned him on my previous post about the LIVESTRONG Global Cancer Summit in Dublin.
The main reason why I didn't has to be that I didn't meet Nick O'Hara Smith at the Summit. Of course, I noticed him, though... Who wouldn't? This guy was carrying an enormous, round-shaped, pink bag across his shoulder... WTH for? (I wondered)
Then, I got to read the black lettering message at the front of it: The Testicular Cancer Tour 2009. (Got you!) OK... so that bag was a giant testicle... Hmmmm. Odd people come in all sorts and sizes, I thought, but I was definitely intrigued and amused to see this guy walking around amongst all those other delegates, including Middle-East princesses, wearing a more 'formal' attire, to say the least.
Luck had me staying at the conference long enough to get my explanation: Nick's story was chosen to be told on stage (and, eventually, it was the overall winner)
Nick lost his testicles to cancer but, as if that wasn't bad enough, he didn't get hormone replacement treatment for a few weeks after that. Testosterone Deficiency is a very serious condition that can lead to muscles weakness, osteoporosis and severe depression. In Nick's case, after a few medical blunders that shouldn't have happened, his depression and moods swings almost cost him his life, literally. Nick tried to commit suicide but, fortunately for all of us who met him since, he failed.
Ever since, Nick is committed to spread the word on Testosterone Deficiency, the importance of Hormone Replacement Treatment and raise awareness on all types of Cancer, with Testicular-Cancer-symbol giant, pink, fluffy bag as his 'in your face' banner.
So if, in your travels,  you come across and odd looking fellow carrying such a prop around his neck, don't call the Police... call your loved ones, instead, and ask them when was the last time they had a medical check-up... and don't forget to thank Nick for his awesome, selfless work.
To read Nick's awesome story told in his own words, click here or go to http://www.voicesofsurvivors.com/ where you can find his and many other's  amazing stories in different documentary formats.
...and don't forget to visit his Movember page https://www.movember.com/uk/donate/your-details/member_id/156117/ for donations. He's growing a great MO just to save your, or your loved ones, life

Saturday 14 November 2009

Day 14 of Movember... a cold day and a warm heart

I woke up this morning (or rather this afternoon, since I was up until 5am) to this wonderful article on Maya Angelou latest book. What an amazing way to start my day.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/nov/14/maya-angelou-interview


I've always been a great admirer of Dr. Angelou, although I must confessed I've only read her poetry, up until now (fact that should, and indeed will, be corrected some time soon). 
The day we got news on Twitter of her being very ill and close to death, I got very upset. Extraordinary people like her are a rare breed and their passing always means a great loss for Humanity. Fortunately, the rumors were not that close to the truth and Dr. Angelou intends to stay with us for a while longer.

This is  the complete poem by James Weldon Johnson, a verse of which she recites during the interview. Enjoy

The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.
And over all her loveliness, the grace
Of Morning blushing in the early skies.

And in her voice, the calling of the dove;
Like music of a sweet, melodious part.
And in her smile, the breaking light of love;
And all the gentle virtues in her heart.

And now the glorious day, the beauteous night,
The birds that signal to their mates at dawn,
To my dull ears, to my tear-blinded sight
Are one with all the dead, since she is gone.

Friday 13 November 2009

Day 13 of Movember ... and I've been drinking coffee!!!


I cannot drink coffee (well, it's caffeine what I cannot take, really, having to include tea and coke in the 'no go' zone) Coffee gives me palpitations and insomnia (severe, in both accounts, unfortunately)
It wasn't always like that, though: I used to have a couple of double expressos in the afternoon, almost every day. In Spain, pretty much every business closes at lunch time for three hours, so the afternoon coffee and a game of cards with friends are the best alternative to taking a nap in the sofa. Coffee in Spain is good (as good as Italian or French, may I add) and having to give it up was as hard as trying to get my eating habits straight, this time around.
By the time I moved to Ireland, I was caffeine free. However, my habit of going into Cafés for a wee chat (for several hours, sometimes) with friends or to read a book in a rainy day was very much still there... so I guess I can be an advocate for Cafés and Coffee Houses as much as any of you, coffee addicts,reading this.
And yes, I've been drinking coffee today. I felt I had to since I was attending a conference on Dublin's Café Culture. It was great: sociologists, librarians, journalists,Dublin City Council Plan developers, Café owners, baristas and coffee enthusiasts gathered for three hours to talk about three hundred years of coffee drinking in Dublin.
The Dublin Cafe Culture Project was born as a result of the closure of Bewleys Cafe and the campaign that resurrected it. Volunteer coffee enthusiast power the movement.
The main speaker was Professor Kieran Bonner, Professor of Sociology at St. Jerome's University, Ontario, Canada. He spoke about the Café as Third Place. I wasn't familiar with the term 'Third Place'(or indeed First or Second) It seems that our home and work space would be the other two, generally in that order ( as in 'where we spend most of our lives') with the Pub being, until now, the main Third Place.
Prof. Bonner told us about the first two being 'exclusive' environments preventing our interaction with strangers and the possibility of random meetings (to me, what makes Life interesting). He also said that Third Places, apart from being the facilitators of such exchanges, level all cultural backgrounds and social status, becoming a democratic space to discuss ideas.
(His speech was truly insightful and I should be able to get access to a copy in the next couple of weeks, so I might come back to the sociological aspect of cafés and pubs, then).
Next, Glynis Casson, acting for Hugh Oram, talked us through the story behind Bewleys Oriental Cafés. Born a few years after the Great Famine as a quaker, non-alcoholic, reaction to the traditional socializing in pubs, Bewleys Cafés became a focal point for the Arts, with many of the greatest Irish writers and poets being regular customers and even mentioning them in their works.
Today, only one of the three Bewleys Cafés remains, rescued by a campaign that mobilized Dublin citizens into saving the emblematic building, back in 2004, and the needed cash injection provided by Café Bar Deli, the new tenants since 2006.
Then, Máire Kennedy, Divisional Librarian at the Dublin City Library and Archive, talked us through the history of Coffee Houses in Dublin, which I found truly fascinating, also. Here's some of the info she shared with us today:
Apparently, the habit of coffee drinking first became popular in Europe early in the 17th century. In their heyday, the fashionable coffee houses of Europe served as well springs of gossip, political intrigue and faction. Serving coffee, tea and other refreshments, they provided newspapers and pamphlets to their clientele and also acted as meeting places for local clubs and societies.They were also a favorite spot for members of book trade, where deals were made and contracts negotiated.
Dublin's earliest coffee houses weren't open until the end of that century, remaining popular throughout the 18th century. The fashion also spread to county towns and in 1698, coffee houses were to be found in Cork, Limerick, Kilkenny, Clonmel, Wexford and Galway.
Coffee Houses would be located on the drawing room (first floor, airy and well lit rooms)of a house having a well established business on the ground floor, many times this being booksellers or newspaper printers. The clients of the Coffee House would then have free access to the newspapers. Many establishments prided themselves on the range of papers and information slips which they held, a custom which continued into the nineteenth century.
It was then that the decline of coffee houses as informal news exchanges started and it was not until the 1970's, over a century later, that the fashion for coffee drinking in specialised cafes and coffee shops was re-established.

You can read more about the history of Dublin Coffee Houses here:
http://www.askaboutireland.ie/reading-room/history-heritage/pages-in-history/dublin-coffee-houses/index.xml

The last speaker of the day was Dick Gleeson, City Planner for Dublin City Council, who gave us an overview of the current and future developments involving Cafés and Coffee Houses as an integral part of the city fabric.
The conference ended with a Q&A round where the concerns of small, independent café owners and other member of the public were raised (including the need for extended opening hours as someone visiting Dublin, not long ago, pointed out to me )

And so you know, my beloved coffee addicts, it was never about the coffee, really, but about the company people kept in those places. In fact, Dublin coffee only got any good when the Italian arrived with their expresso machines, just a few years ago ;-)

Wednesday 11 November 2009

Day 11 of Movember, Remembrance Day



My second youngest brother is a soldier. He has been one for the past 13 years. It is hard for me to imagine what life as a soldier must be like, specially for a man who used to have a very sensitive soul as a child and a teenager. I know the reasons why he joined the Spanish Army to begin with: he was lucky enough to get sent to the High Mountain Infantry squadron in the north of the country for his, back then still compulsory, one year Military Service.
He loved it there: the great outdoors and all the sports they got to practise (skiing, climbing, abseiling, scuba diving... ) enticed him to stay put. The fact that the only thing waiting for him back home was a job that kept him indoors from before sunrise until after sunset made the choice even simpler. All he had to do was sign up for 2 more years...
I don't know if, back then, he envisioned himself as ever been in the middle of difficult, conflict (or even war), zones but, as he moved to Pamplona Military HQs after that first year, he started having a taste of what living in constant danger means. ( I remember all too clearly when his own sub-liutenant was blown away by an ETA bomb, Pamplona being part of the terrorists domain, back in the first few years of his career).
I've been worried about his welfare ever since but I only started to worry about his soul (altough I'm not religious, I prefer that word to any others when refering to 'heart and mind' issues) when he started to do 'his job' as a 'peacekeeper' with the UN forces first in Kosovo, later in Afghanistan.
He spent, altogether, one and a half years in Kosovo (three separate missions) and, even if he experienced hardship and the death of some friends, he was always able to talk us through his experience and he shared photographs and stories of Love and Friendship bonds created with the population they were trying to protect and help back on their feet. ( My brother's name is Jesus and everyone at the Base joked about the fact that, just like THE Jesus, he was always surrounded by small children: telling them stories, teaching them Spanish, cleaning their runny noses... )
My dearest brother doesn't speak about Afghanistan. He spent ten months there ( two missions) and, if  he ever mentions anything, his comments come out resentful, fearful and even xenophobic at times. That person is not my brother; he cannot be. My brother is loving and caring and trustful... or is he? I fear to ask if he ever killed anyone... but isn't that in a soldier's job description?
War does bad things to good people... NEVER FORGET. NEVER AGAIN (and it keeps happening every day of the week...)
  

Tuesday 10 November 2009

Day 10 of Movember

Today I sat to reflect on the journey that brought me to my beloved, cancer-striken, community of friends (both on Twitter and Facebook) and has me growing a painted-on moustache on my avatars to raise awareness on Prostate Cancer.
I all started around Spring time...
Being unemployed since March 12th, and having far too much time in my hands, I decided it was time to take a second look to that thing called 'Twitter' which had miserably failed to get my attention from the moment I had signed on, two months earlier. At the time, I had refused to become a 'celebrity stalker' and I had no friends on Twitter at all, so the whole thing was utterly pointless.
In April, out of pure boredom, I decided to start following some of the celebrities to see what the fuss was about: Ashton and Demi, Oprah, Ellen... All too soon I found myself creating a list of celebs I wanted to find on Twitter and also adding some other people they followed.
I can't remember how I got following Lance Armstrong but it wasn't by my own accord. Someone famous was following him and, given that I always enjoyed cycling (the sport; I'm dangerously too close to the definition of a couch potato, myself) I jumped on board his followers list just before the Tour of France 09.
The Livestrong band on his avatar caught my eye straight away. I had no idea what a Twibbon was back then but I noticed that the people he followed had the same thing on their pictures, so I went to check the link on his profile and I think I read this:
'At the Lance Armstrong Foundation, we unite people to fight cancer believing that unity is strength, knowledge is power and attitude is everything.'
After checking the work of the LAF, I decided that following all those other guys sporting the yellow band in Lance's profile could only be a good thing. I can tell you it was early days, in a way, for Doug Ulman: only a few thousand followers back then, if memory serves me. He even DM me about the following each other thing. I admire him for getting up to 39,500 before giving up the whole, polite, 'I follow you back' thing.
Those days changed my life. By the time the Tour was over, I had become a Livestrong convert (even if my heart had split over the team Astana issues) and it was only natural that I wanted to volunteer for the Livestrong Global Cancer Summit.
I missed the early days of enrolment because I was in Spain, so my volunteering got limited to 'breakfast greeter' on the last day. I remember standing by the watercooler, wearing my yellow t-shirt and the now 'all familiar' wristband, pointing out to people where the breakfast room was and watching Adam Garone, Lynn Lane, Doug Ulman, dr Gupta... pass by me. Doug was the only one I recognized, of course, since I wasn't following any of the rest, yet.
Then, Jonny Imerman ( http://www.imermanangels.org/ )came to get water and we got talking. He was incredibly nice to me, thanking me for volunteering ( I didn't know him, either, but I assumed he was part of the organizers) and we had a good laugh about breakfast being the last thing in the mind of many delegates who had been in the pub until late the night before.
By 9.30 am my duties were over and  I was told I could go home. I asked if more help was needed and was told that I could stay for the last morning of the conference and help out with luch if I wanted. How lucky can someone get? I sat with another volunteer at the back of the room, amazed at the opportunity that I had been given: 500 delegates, 65 countries, were making history in the fight against Cancer... and I was witnessing it.
At a point, a minggling, storytelling exercise was in need of extra people to complete some delegates' tables and the volunteers were dragged into action. I ended up sitting at one of those tables and I met Lynn Lane as a result of the wonderful chaos that followed when hundreds of people tried to tell a 60 sec story at about the same time (and got moved around a bit, too, adding to the confusion).
His story really moved me and, of course, I immediately recognized the importance of his work through http://www.voicesofsurvivors.com/ : documenting Survivorship, and spreading the word far and wide, bring the ever so important Hope to new fighters and those dealing with a recurrence. I'm sure that's the reason why such a new organization got invited to the Summit by Livestrong ('...knowledge is power and attitude...' ) I also met the wonderful Suzanne Lindley (
http://www.beatlivertumors.org/ ) and Pam Schmid the same day.
Lynn gave me a band, too. His is blue, a reminder of him being a Prostate Cancer Survivor, and  I have been wearing both bands ever since I got them (at a wedding, recently, my camera lens wore them) and I  keep telling  anyone who will listen what they represent.
After the Summit, I started following many of you, wonderful tweeps and beloved twisters, including Marie Ennis O'Connor (first on Twitter and then in person ) and through her I got to know the work of http://www.europadonnaireland.ie/ on Breast Cancer, too, and I'm hoping to volunteer for them whenever they might need me ( I think Marie and her advocacy deserve a post of their own so I'm leaving it at that, for now)
The final stop of my story are Adam Garone and http://www.movember.com/ . We never actually met in Dublin. The watercooler episode is the closest we ever got but I followed him on Twitter and he's been the one who got me into the MO universe. Once again, I'm so moved by the power of few: just a group of friends who got together to raise awareness on Prostate Cancer and male depression...and boy have they done it!!
Today, Movember 10th, I feel very proud to have become a MO sista and an advocate for all the above non-profit orgs and I love considering so many of you as my dear friends, too

Monday 9 November 2009

Day 9 of Movember


I woke up this morning to a terrible headache and bad nausea, that being part of my daily routine for the past 2 months almost to the day, but I already encountered a couple of wonderful little details that are making my day a lot brighter:
First, I got an email from a good friend of mine in Germany. I must say it wasn't a personal one but one of those that get forwarded about a million times... However, this is a beautiful one written to honor women and you cannot go wrong with that.
Then, I see this info about Movember donation figures around the world and my face lit up... We are close to €5,000,000 when it's only midday of day 9 WOOT!!! People are amazing. So much generosity in these tough times...
The figures for Ireland are very good, too, so far... More than 5,200 MO bros and sistas who have already collected + €120,000 Thank you, Ireland.
Sadly, my contribution hasn't moved since my first, and very generous, first donation but I have faith people hitting my Movember 09 photo album will eventually like something there. I've had over 200 hits in the last few days... that would make a cool €2,000 going to Movember. Remember I'm paying all printing and postage charges out of my own pocket so all your money goes to Action Prostate Cancer.
Here is the link again:
http://www.myartprofile.com/irlanda/gallery9524
Please help make my day even better

Saturday 7 November 2009

I was born on August 31, 1972

1972 was a leap year starting on Saturday of the Gregorian calendar. According to measurements of Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) it was the longest ever year, as two leap seconds were added during this year, an event which has not since been repeated. (I knew I was very special for a reason)

On August 31, at the Summer Olympics in Munich, American sprinters Eddie Hart, Reynaud Robinson and Robert Taylor were scheduled to run in the quarterfinals of the 100 meter dash, which their coach, Stan Wright, said would take place at 7:00 pm. Shortly before 4:15, the three men were watching a television feed to ABC Sports, and realized that the quarterfinal heats were taking place at that moment. Hart and Robinson arrived too late, and Taylor arrived in time to run his heat without preparation. Coach Wright took the blame for the mixup, which happened when he relied on a 1971 schedule. (Ironic that this happened in the longest year ever...Where are the important time-management skills, coach!! LOL)

To add to the grief, still in Munich and in front of 65,000 people, West Germany beat the United States, 7-0. The referee was Marco Antonio Dorantes from Mexico (That should put a few of you off tacos for a while!!!)

But Bobby Fisher came to the rescue by becoming Chess World Champion after he defeated the soviet Spassky. Hurray!!!!

On a more serious note, on this day, U.S. weekly casualty figures of five dead and three wounded are the lowest recorded since record keeping began in January 1965. These numbers reflected the fact that there were less than 40,000 American troops left in South Vietnam by this time and very few of these were involved in actual combat.

Also, making the front page of the main Spanish newspaper, Romana Bañuelos, who worked as a Treasurer under Nixon's Administration between 1971-74, talks about the end of marginalization toward 'chicanos' at an event taking place in Houston,Texas (Check out her inspirational story)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romana_Acosta_Ba%C3%B1uelos
http://hemeroteca.abc.es/nav/Navigate.exe/hemeroteca/madrid/abc/1972/08/31/001.html

And finally, a one minute long video on what was going on the day I was born

http://www.getback.com/video/august-31-1972/3037442

P.S: I share my birthday, amongst others, with Chris Tucker, Richard Gere, Van Morrison and fellow twitterer Queen Rania of Jordan, who was probably still having trouble with potty training, at the tender age of two, the day I was born.

Movember 7th... and we are up and running!!!

Hi, everyone,
First things, first: The first week of the month formerly known as November is coming to an end. Great things happening for Movember IRL, including their presence at the 'Toys 4 Bog Boys' show, taking place this weekend at the RDS in Dublin. From the time I spent with them yesterday, I gathered that many people knew about Movember already (Last year, their first in Ireland, they raised + € 364,000 for Action Prostate Cancer) so the word is out... and it's spreading!!!
I'm counting on all of you to help raise awareness on the importance of screening for early detection. It's all about saving lives... I'm also asking you to donate. The money goes to research into more efficient ways to check for prostate cancer and how to treat it, counselling and support to those affected... Please, help.
To compensate your generosity, I decided to give you something back in return:
If you donate €10 to Movember through my mospace, I'll print and send you a 8''x12'' copy of any of my 'Movember 09' pics on display here http://www.myartprofile.com/irlanda/gallery/9524 You can find all links there (any other donation amounts are also welcome) Thank you, so much.
And I would like to say a very big and very special 'thank you' to my first and generous donor: Jody Schoger. She's given me hope my idea might just work ;-)