<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494583210352611053</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 09:30:12 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Bonnie Gintis: Blog Archive 2009-2022</title><description>VISIT MY NEW SITE:   https:/bonniegintis.com/blog&#xa;and sign up to be notified of blog entries, as well as my schedule of workshops and other offerings. &#xa;&#xa;You can no longer subscribe to this blog, but it will be archived here. &#xa;&#xa;I was diagnosed in October of 2009 with metastatic breast cancer. This blog is an exploration of my relationship to life and health from 2009-2022. &#xa;&#xa;Join me and dive deeply into the mysteries of embodied life.&#xa; &#xa;</description><link>http://bonniegintishealth.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Bonnie Gintis)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494583210352611053.post-9147639530755137577</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2023 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-05-06T07:37:41.975-07:00</atom:updated><title>Announcing My New Website and Blog</title><atom:summary type="text">I am delighted to announce that I have created a new website and blog!You can find my new website at the same old address: BonnieGintis.comMy blog is now an integrated part of the new website.&amp;nbsp;This will be the last blog entry on this blog platform. This blog will remain posted here as an archive of what I wrote from 2009 - 2022.&amp;nbsp;Please continue to read my updates at the new site.There&#39;s</atom:summary><link>http://bonniegintishealth.blogspot.com/2023/05/announcing-my-new-website-and-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bonnie Gintis)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494583210352611053.post-8799573075887521695</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Mar 2023 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-03-05T07:01:08.979-08:00</atom:updated><title>Audiobooks, PET Scans, Podcasts, and Trust in Nature</title><atom:summary type="text">I have been exploring the poem, &quot;Adrift&quot; by Mark Nepo lately. I began hearing it in my head when my friend Robert&#39;s wife, Nell died a few weeks ago. And then as I pondered the &quot;duet of wonder and grief&quot; in my own life, I continued to contemplate the poem, line by line. 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I had a PET scan last Friday, and as is usual these days in so many aspects of life, the information it provides is not great and is somewhat confusing.I got a preliminary result by email </atom:summary><link>http://bonniegintishealth.blogspot.com/2020/05/wisdom-arrives-on-warning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bonnie Gintis)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494583210352611053.post-2530821629867566027</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2020 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-03-30T18:52:23.259-07:00</atom:updated><title>Radical Embodiment In The Time of Covid-19</title><atom:summary type="text">I ventured into the bowels of my local hospital this morning, Monday March 30th, for my 6-month follow-up scan. It was eerie being that out in the world, as if the zombie apocalypse had already passed and all that was left were a few abandoned cars scattered about in empty parking lots. 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I was severely </atom:summary><link>http://bonniegintishealth.blogspot.com/2019/09/a-decade-of-unexpected-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bonnie Gintis)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494583210352611053.post-5789108165608159751</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Mar 2019 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-03-05T07:47:22.225-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Handless Maiden Has Foot Surgery</title><atom:summary type="text">In 2010, shortly after being diagnosed with breast cancer, I found myself having hand surgery. I had struggled with numbness and tingling in my hands since age 10, and it only got worse as I got older, especially after 30 years of practicing hands-on Osteopathy. I assumed that I had carpal tunnel syndrome from repetitive microtrauma and overuse of my hands. I had tried everything alternative, and</atom:summary><link>http://bonniegintishealth.blogspot.com/2019/03/the-handless-maiden-has-foot-surgery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bonnie Gintis)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494583210352611053.post-3521419892982735819</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2018 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-09-26T12:23:15.871-07:00</atom:updated><title>The 3 Anatomies Of Embodied Experience</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s been 6 months since you&#39;ve heard from me and since today is my 62nd birthday, I thought I would write&amp;nbsp;a blog entry and let you know how life is unfolding. I am alive and thriving, even though it&#39;s not necessarily&amp;nbsp;easy or always &quot;going well.&quot; But that&#39;s the reality of life, and I&#39;m so happy to be alive that I am quite content.



The things that are important to me these days are </atom:summary><link>http://bonniegintishealth.blogspot.com/2018/09/the-3-anatomies-of-embodied-experience.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bonnie Gintis)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494583210352611053.post-2624269068929947494</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2018 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-03-06T12:39:34.491-08:00</atom:updated><title>Honey, I Shrunk The Tumor</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m not sure why I keep growing breast cancers, but at least I know how to shrink them. My original crop in 2009 involved 9 tumors, which are all completely gone. The one that showed up last fall is my 10th!


I had my follow-up ultrasound today and my newest &quot;breast buddy&quot; is smaller in all dimensions. It&#39;s a full centimeter smaller at it&#39;s largest point. 4 months on a new estrogen-blocker seems</atom:summary><link>http://bonniegintishealth.blogspot.com/2018/03/honey-i-shrunk-tumor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bonnie Gintis)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494583210352611053.post-504724190549968154</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2017 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-07T06:59:28.720-08:00</atom:updated><title>Curiosity Saved My Life</title><atom:summary type="text">Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it has saved my life…more than once. A few weeks ago, during the week of my 61st birthday I received a message from my bones. My sternum and 3rd rib began throbbing, broadcasting a message of the return of cancer. Although the exact content of the message was somewhat cryptic, it’s general theme was perfectly clear. In 2013, I wrote, “I promised to listen, </atom:summary><link>http://bonniegintishealth.blogspot.com/2017/11/curiosity-saved-my-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bonnie Gintis)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494583210352611053.post-5016952385996888119</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2017 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-26T11:53:41.863-07:00</atom:updated><title>What Transformation Isn&#39;t</title><atom:summary type="text">As always, there’s good news and bad news. The bad news is what I have known deep down since my rib started throbbing a few weeks ago – the biopsy showed that it is breast cancer. I already knew that, so I’m not in shock or upset – mostly disappointed.The good news is that it is still highly estrogen-positive and HER-2 negative (for you non-medical types, that means it’s less aggressive and </atom:summary><link>http://bonniegintishealth.blogspot.com/2017/10/what-transformation-isnt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bonnie Gintis)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8wdxyg3yIsb4yDuC4d2yN3J9nSrXYHxiQEVOro0nXgwqOuN0CM8-huFjbx8XNSM66A7sPIgDllKLyUdShfmZ2Xw6B2u8A8cg54teUSHjbIMvh-iz9mPJuWv3pLl9NK_lPw43SqdLAqs/s72-c/image002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494583210352611053.post-9071250153769835098</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2017 21:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-22T14:31:14.526-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lean In And Listen Closely</title><atom:summary type="text">While living with the uncertainty of my pending biopsy result, Steve and I decided to immerse ourselves in the mountain air of the Laurentians (technically, the northern extension of the Adirondacks into Canada, an hour and a half north of Montreal). We have a fabulous little place we like to visit on la ”Rivière du Nord,” the North River. We hike on Parc Linéaire Le P&#39;tit Train du Nord, which we</atom:summary><link>http://bonniegintishealth.blogspot.com/2017/10/lean-in-and-listen-closely.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bonnie Gintis)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494583210352611053.post-6377068420238642052</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2017 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-22T14:34:22.617-07:00</atom:updated><title>An Unexpected Blip On The Screen</title><atom:summary type="text">I consider it a healthy sign of life that I have somewhat abandoned blogging. It&#39;s been 10 months since my last entry and I realize that I associate this blog with cancer updates, and until this week, I haven&#39;t wanted to post anything. 
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“Why me?” is a common outcry of the newly diagnosed. As I have sat with this question for more than 5 years, I have explored many alternative answers, and they all lead me to the realization that I don’t take my life so
personally. This doesn’t mean that I am in any way detached or not caring, in
fact, this underlying assumption allows me to thrive within the limits imposed
upon me.



My cancer</atom:summary><link>http://bonniegintishealth.blogspot.com/2015/04/why-me-versus-why-not-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bonnie Gintis)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494583210352611053.post-3095260982076172843</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2015 01:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-12T04:57:11.177-07:00</atom:updated><title>Confronted With The Impossible</title><atom:summary type="text">


Being confronted with the impossible&amp;nbsp;

makes us ask
unexpected questions.&amp;nbsp;

Emilie Conrad, founder of Continuum Movement




I did not think I&#39;d live long enough to ask some of the
questions I&#39;m asking these days. It&#39;s been five years and a few months since I
was diagnosed with cancer and told that I would most likely die within two
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