The Fault In Our Stars
Soooo, now that I’m not exercising, I’m not sure what, if anything, I’m going to do to replace the WORKOUT section I usually start off with. For now, I’ll just jump right into the good stuff…
I always read before bed. Sometimes I’m tired and literally only get through 2 pages, other times, it takes me an hour to fall asleep. I was on the hunt for a good book and came across The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. From Wikipedia: “The story is narrated by a sixteen-year-old cancer patient named Hazel, who is forced by her parents to attend a support group, where she subsequently meets and falls in love with the seventeen-year-old Augustus Waters, an ex-basketball player and amputee.”
I am really liking this book! It’s not the typical cancer book. It’s very raw and what I imagine a person, especially a teenager, would ACTUALLY think, say and feel… and I like that. What I like even more- a movie of the book is coming out June 6! So go buy the book and read it by then and we can all meet up for a movie night. K? K.
On the topic of cancer… I was contacted by the Community Outreach Director for the Mesothelioma Cancer Alliance to help spread awareness for Asbestos Awareness Week, April 1-7. Not sure what Asbestos is? Check out this fact sheet…
Mesothelioma is not as publicized as, say, breast cancer, but every year around 3,000 people are diagnosed with mesothelioma, a deadly cancer caused by exposure to asbestos. On average, they are given 10 months to live. That’s 300 days. 7,200 hours. A fellow Heather, Heather Von St. James (what a great name!) is an 8 year mesothelioma survivor, a completely preventable cancer. At the time of her diagnosis, she had just given birth and was told she only had 15 months to live. Since then, she has made it her mission of spreading awareness. You can read more about her story HERE!
Between Heather’s story and the book, it makes my silly problem of not being able to exercise and having to gain weight seem pretty insignificant. Don’t get me wrong, it’s only the third day and I’m already having a hard time. I’m pretty sure I’ve already gained the 4lbs my doc requested. I have been emotional eating like it’s my job, haha. Sometimes you (meaning me) need a wake up call that things aren’t as bad as you’re making them out to be and others have it much harder than you… and I think this is a great reminder. I need to suck it up buttercup and stop throwing myself a pitty party everyday. I’ve mourned my exercising death enough. Time to move on…
Or else that 4lbs is going to turn to 8 REAL quick! HA.
What’s the last book you read?
Have you ever heard of Mesothelioma?