This blank post has been sitting here collecting metaphorical dust for a lot of reasons, and I think the main one is that I am intimidated. I don't feel qualified to speak to this. I'm not certified to teach yoga to cancer patients or counsel them or do anything of the kind. I haven't gone through it myself. I haven't done any research myself and haven't researched the effects in any deep way - not in anyway that someone with a free afternoon and Google couldn't do just as well.
I'm also intimidated because I want to promote yoga as a way to cope with the physical and emotional challenges cancer brings, but lately I've had trouble engaging in my own yoga practice and using it as a tool to help me in my issues lately - none of which hold a candle to the challenge of cancer.
So, I won't pretend to have wisdom and experience that I don't have. I'll only say that study after study shows that it can provide wonderful benefits to patients and their friends and family. That there are plenty of resources, online and in person, for those seeking yoga for cancer patients. (In NYC: The Giving Tree, Sacred Sounds, and World Yoga Center)
And finally, that this girl who I've only met this summer is now a personal hero. She is the forever-love of my first love Aaron. His parents have remained a constant and loving presence in my life, even visiting with Marc and I early on in our relationship and forming a friendship with him. Aaron and I recently reconnected after so very many years, and are both so thrilled with the different paths our lives have taken, for ourselves and each other. Lu couldn't be more perfect for him; Marc couldn't be more perfect for me.
Lu is doing great, but still fighting and she can use our help. Please consider donating so that she and Aaron can deal with this head-on, and then put their focus on the long and happy life they have ahead of them here in the one and only NYC.