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Election Season Survival Kit

Evelyn Herwitz · March 1, 2016 · Leave a Comment

Today is Super Tuesday, and here in Massachusetts I’m headed to the polls to cast my ballot in the Presidential Primary. I’ve become a political junkie this election season. So much hangs in the balance for our country.

I do my best to keep on top of political news and analysis, but being a responsible citizen is also raising my blood pressure and keeping me awake at night. This is not good for anyone, whether you have scleroderma or not.

So I’ve discovered a few antidotes to election season stress, which I share with you, Dear Reader, in the hopes that we all can keep our sanity while doing our civic duty, staying informed and voting:

Get the facts. Forget the misinformation, innuendo, insults, lies, Twitter rants and Facebook memes that have characterized this race so far. Find a reliable source of balanced reporting that goes beyond hyperventilating pundits and hysterical headlines. I recently discovered Nate Silver’s 538 website, which provides insightful, nuanced election analysis through a careful examination of polling data. It’s solid reporting. Reading their posts each morning helps me breathe and stay focused.
Exercise. There is nothing like a walk in fresh air to clear my head of election season angst—that, and my Pilates class, or walking the indoor track and riding the bike at the gym. I can’t recommend it highly enough, whatever your favorite form of exercise. Just do it.
Listen to great music. When I feel like I’m getting too wound up or depressed about the latest outrageous political headline, I immerse in wonderful music. Here’s one of my favorites, Gershwin’s Cuban Overture, performed by Lorin Maazel and the Cleveland Symphony (click on the link if you can’t see the embedded video):
Watch Fred Astaire dance with Ginger Rogers. Simply the best, guaranteed to make you smile, regardless of what’s weighing on your mind, political or otherwise. Here’s a number from their 1936 classic, Swing Time, a great tap dance to “Start All Over Again” (again, just click on the link if you can’t see the video here):
Look for the good in others. Despite all the darkness and truly depressing news we hear every day, and all of the candidates’ dire predictions about the future if we don’t heed their warnings, there are still good people out there doing good things. Keep perspective with a dose of positive stories from sites like David Freudberg’s Humankind.

None of this is to say we shouldn’t take this presidential election seriously. This is certainly the most important presidential race of my lifetime, one that will define the direction of this country for years to come. It’s never been more crucial to be an informed citizen and participate in the electoral process.

But it’s also essential not to get swept up in all the Sturm und Drang—especially when you’re managing a chronic disease like scleroderma that’s exacerbated by stress.

Hope this helps. And God bless America. Please.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com.

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Resolution Report Card

Evelyn Herwitz · December 29, 2015 · 2 Comments

As we fast approach 2016, the media are full of retrospectives, best-of lists, worst-of lists, remembrances and clearance sales. The usual accounting.

And, of course, it’s that time of year to consider New Year’s resolutions. But instead of coming up with a new list, I thought I’d review last year’s and see how many resolutions I actually accomplished—and how to move closer to my goals this year.

My top priority for 2015 was to enhance my weekly exercise routine. I took the plunge and joined a community fitness center. But it didn’t work out. The classes mostly consisted of repetitive movements that are hard on my joints, and the studios were as chilly as refrigerators. I could not motivate myself more than maybe three times to go to the gym and use the stationary bike. The one class I really liked cost extra. Not worth the membership. My one big accomplishment: walking 15 minutes to a half-hour around my neighborhood at least three times a week.

My New Year’s remedy: At the recommendation of my cardiologist, I checked out local colleges for indoor tracks, to continue walking warmly and safely this winter. Al is an alumnus of one of them, which gives me spouse privileges at a very reasonable rate for the campus recreation facility. I also found a new Pilates studio nearby with a variety of exercise options that enables me to use a punchcard for drop-in classes, rather than pay for classes I may miss. I have to be more consistent with exercising, to stay strong and flexible, and this seems to be a more realistic formula for success.

Decluttering our home was also high on the list. Well, we got started clearing out books and old toys. Then we stalled. I managed to cull through decades of old files from the filing cabinet in the basement—dating back to the 1980s! But I still have to consolidate what’s left in a manageable way and then transfer current files (sans unnecessary paper) to the filing cabinet from my office floor. Over the winter, I want to finally tackle the family room in the basement. On the plus side, if we hadn’t been decluttering this fall, we never would have discovered a huge plumbing leak, and damage would have been much worse.

Last New Year’s I promised myself I would limit multi-tasking and keep my to-do list to what I could actually accomplish. Let’s just say this is a work in progress. Same for spending undistracted quality time with my family, minus iPhones and other beeping gadgets. Getting better about this, but there’s plenty of room for improvement.

Did I favor locally grown, organic produce when grocery shopping? Not as much as I had intended. Need to work on that one.

Another goal for 2015—saying thank-you to someone for something specific, each day—I try, but could be more mindful about this. I did fulfill some major community volunteer commitments, another resolution, without draining my energy, which I plan to continue.

Then there was my big creative goal: write the first draft of my novel. I haven’t finished, yet, but I am making steady progress. I’m just about at the halfway point, and I participate in a weekly workshop class in Boston that is helping me to sharpen my writing and stay on task. I’ve learned a great deal about how much is involved in an artistic project this big, and I know, now, that it’s a multi-year undertaking. That’s okay. We took an amazing trip to Europe this summer to do research for my novel that taught me I really can travel, despite the complications of my scleroderma. As I wrote last year, investing in my own art is truly central to my being—and well-being.

I need to remind myself of one more goal from last year—go/do/see someplace/something new each month. So important to keep growing.

As for adding anything new for 2016, the best goal I can think of is this: Remember to just breathe.

Best wishes to all of you, Dear Readers, for a healthy, fulfilling and prosperous 2016. Thank you for your continuing encouragement and thoughtful comments as I enter my fifth year of writing this blog. Let 2016 be a year of more progress toward a cure for scleroderma, and toward a just and lasting peace in this troubled world of ours.

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What Really Matters

Evelyn Herwitz · November 24, 2015 · Leave a Comment

At some point in the blur of my Facebook feed this past week, someone posted a cartoon that resonated. Two women are walking down a sidewalk, commiserating. One says to the other, “I want to stay informed, but I also want to keep my sanity.”

That is exactly how I’m feeling these days. I’ve had numerous conversations with friends about whether the news really is getting worse, or if we’re just hearing more bad news all the time because of social media.

It’s gotten to the point that I’ve had trouble falling asleep a few nights, overloaded by reports of terrorist attacks, backlash back home, predictions of how the U.S. electrical grid is vulnerable (Ted Koppel’s new book) and the hateful, xenophobic rhetoric of the GOP presidential campaign.

Not good for my health, or yours, or anyone’s. But how to strike the right balance? With so much at stake in this election year, I feel an obligation to keep on top of the news. But I really don’t need all the FB posts about the latest outrageous comments by Donald Trump.

I want to know what’s going on in the world, but there is only so much I can absorb about the latest terrorist attacks. Sadly, very sadly, some innocent people are killed every week, somewhere in the world, by terrorists. I’m struggling with this, but all the social media commentary and debate often do more to alarm than enlighten.

This past week, evil struck home with the death of an 18-year-old Massachusetts son, Ezra Schwartz, who was killed in a terror attack in Israel. He was an exemplary young men, and his death rocked the Jewish community here. My eldest attended his packed funeral on Sunday, because they shared the same summer camp. I woke up several mornings, thinking how his mother must be feeling. Heartbreaking. I can barely imagine what she is going through—and all the other mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers around the world who have lost loved ones to terror.

But at some point, I have to stop and just be here, in the present moment, grateful that I live on a safe, tree-lined street in a comfortable home. I need to focus on the gift of a loving, supportive husband and our two incredible daughters, each dedicating her career to helping others. I need to appreciate caring family and friends, a supportive community, my great consulting clients who enable me to work for myself successfully. I need to remember the blessing of an outstanding medical team that helps me to manage my scleroderma and stay as healthy as I am.

And I need to appreciate the fact that our country, with all of its serious problems, also protects freedom of speech—even if a lot of what I’m hearing these days is disturbing, to put it mildly. Staying informed is critical to our democratic process. I just don’t need to stay informed 24/7. Quality, not quantity of information is what really matters.

All that, and a sense of humor, and a good piece of dark chocolate are the only ways to stay sane.

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A Walk in the Woods

Evelyn Herwitz · October 13, 2015 · 2 Comments

The leaves are turning later this autumn. Warm weather through September has delayed our annual New England spectacle. The sugar maples are just beginning to splash streets and forests with their glorious golds and oranges and crimsons. And the brightest leaves are just beginning to fall, as they must, as the flow of sap slows and the trees harden off for the winter ahead.

With the trees’ annual cycle of endings have come losses for friends. Three have bid goodbye to parents in the past few weeks–aged 89 to 98. It’s been a time of cooking for shiva meals, joining in evening prayers, hearing stories of long lives, well lived. The last funeral was yesterday, October 12.

Yesterday would have been my mother’s 93rd birthday. She died 16 years ago. She always enjoyed the fall. As leader of our Girl Scout troop when I was in grade school, she took us on camping trips in the woods, where we would sleep in big canvas tents pitched over wooden platforms. I’m sure those adventures nurtured my love of walking in the forest, especially at the height of autumn.

I was thinking of her as Al and I hiked in a nearby state forest on Sunday. My joints began to ache and my legs were heavy by the time we emerged from the trails, but the view and the scent and the refreshing air were worth it. So, Mom, these pictures from our hike are for you. Rest in peace.

Moose Tracks

Evelyn Herwitz · October 6, 2015 · Leave a Comment

Last Friday, a moose found its way to a street in our neighborhood, a few blocks from our house. It was clearly lost, an adolescent with only the beginnings of antlers, wandering past Colonials and Capes, trying to find its way back home.

(If you can’t see the embedded video, click here to see it on YouTube. Video by A. Stephenson, 10-2-15.)

I missed all the excitement, but apparently the moose caused quite a stir, galumphing across busy streets, passing near the campus of Worcester Polytech, and eventually disappearing somewhere into the woods. Police and animal protection services followed it all day without capturing it. The moose got away, but not before it made the evening news in Boston.

Friends were talking about it over the weekend, sharing a video of the wayward moose on YouTube. People interviewed on the TV report smiled with excitement at the idea of seeing a moose strolling through the city. For a brief moment, we all forgot our adult worries and cares. Just the notion of a moose on the loose—harmless enough as long as it didn’t cause any property damage or car accidents—turned us all into little kids.

Somehow this seemed a fitting end to a week that began with a lunar eclipse. Viewing conditions were perfect here the previous Sunday, as we stood outside with friends and watched the moon transition from a brilliant spotlight in the dark night sky to a copper penny. As we gazed skyward, we sang Moon River and Shine on Harvest Moon and Moon Over Miami—every moon song we could remember.

A sense of wonder is a powerful antidote to all the sad, bad, upsetting news in the world. There is always more than enough to worry about—another school shooting, extreme weather, wars, disfunctional politics—and, closer to home, the day-to-day pressures of work and challenges of managing my health.

Then there is the big annual adjustment to fall. Cold, rainy weather this past week dampened my mood. Back to sweaters and leg warmers and layers, wool coats and hats. I turned on the heat pumps for the first time in months and made oatmeal for breakfast. I tried not to think about the winter ahead.

So it was refreshing, once the rain finally ended, to go out for a walk and retrace part of the path that the moose had followed, which is along my normal route. No signs of the recent visitor, but the maples are beginning to turn the color of a lunar eclipse. Acorns and small red crabapples carpet the sidewalks and streets. I noticed a squirrel digging in a flowerpot on a porch, as a dog inside barked madly. It made me laugh. I’m not sure why. Something about the innocence of it all—squirrel taunts dog, dog gets upset, squirrel ignores it and keep doing its thing.

A moose wanders down a quiet city street, looking for home. No one shoots it, except with a video camera. No one captures it. It dodges traffic and disappears into the woods, without a trace.

I wish I’d been there to see it pass by.

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