



19 Friday Aug 2011
Posted in charity, Charity of the Month, shopping, Things I want




02 Tuesday Aug 2011
Posted in charity, Charity of the Month, volunteer
Holy cow, July flew by. I think this might only be the first or second time that I fail in submitting my Charity of the Month on time :(
I was also having some trouble picking a charity, but then I went to a neighborhood clean up on Saturday, and the decision seemed obvious.

28 Tuesday Jun 2011
Posted in charity, Charity of the Month
Ok, I’m a little pressed for time now that I’ve wasted my evening updating all of you on things you probably care much less about, so this will be a short COM.

30 Monday May 2011
Posted in charity, Charity of the Month, Isabella

It’s been less than four years since I drove down Twinberry to meet the new members of Giselle and Lucho’s family: Santino & Isabella! Grandma was beyond excited, and Giselle looked like any new mom of twin’s would look: tired! :)
Since then, I’ve seen them grow up through their Tia Erika’s stories and pictures, and tried to win over their affection whenever I see them. It’s hard to win over their affection when they really only have time for each other: Santino lives for Isabella, and Isabella lives to defend Santino!
On a Sunday, less than a month ago, Isabella was complaining about her tummy, and although initially thought to be just a tummy ache, Isabella’s complaints were enough to worry Giselle. They ended up at the hospital and finding out that same day that Isabella had a sizeable tumor in her kidney. The diagnosis after the initial biopsy: Stage 3 Wilms tumor. Isabella started chemo that Friday. Since then she’s acquired a new haircut, as have her barbies:

What amazes me about this girl is that she’s dealing with all of this better than I think most of us would, and definitely better than I would. Part of it is probably not even being aware of what’s going on, but another part is just how resilient and full of life she is. I imagine myself in her situation and I think I’d be sitting in that hospital bed with a frown and throwing a pity party for myself. Not this girl. For example, a little snippet of the updates we get from her mom: 
A family friend started a fundraising website, and the response has been absolutely amazing and heart warming. In the span of about three weeks, they reached their goal of $10,000, and have increased their goal to $15,000. To the average person such as myself, this seems like a lot of money (which it is, and it truly is awesome that the love of family, friends, and strangers alike were able to raise this kind of money–thank you to all of you who have already donated!), but when you think about the overall cost of what they’re looking at, it feels like a drop of water in the ocean. If you feel so inclined, please check out Isabella’s website to help them out with whatever amount you can.
Most of all, please keep her and her family in your thoughts and prayers.
25 Monday Apr 2011
Posted in charity, Charity of the Month
“Good Evening. My name is Beth Silverman, although these days I go by
Stiletto. When I was asked to speak here this evening, I knew that it
would be a challenge. I knew that I would have to dig deep into my
soul to find the words that could somehow do justice to the elite
group of people gathered here tonight.
And although I am here to tell my story, my story is just one of many.
We all have a story. We all have a diagnosis. We all have the battle
scars that show the war we’ve waged against cancer. A war that some
have won, and some have lost, and others are left hanging in the
balance. Hanging by threads, by cords, by the skin of our teeth,
hanging by our boot straps we hold on and wait for the moment when we
can start living again; When we can peacefully inhabit a world full of
Hope, full of Courage, full of …A CURE. We travel on this path full
of hardships, obstacles, and unsteady terrain, ever swiftly moving,
placing one foot in front of the other– sometimes carefully executed,
other times with reckless abandon. We move through the motions, all
the while waiting for the answers, searching for the lesson.
If you told me the lesson was that fighting cancer would be a metaphor
for paddling a kayak I’d have swiftly kicked your ass with my
stiletto. But, you would have been right. Cancer tried to steal so
many things, and with a paddle and a kayak I stole them back. Cancer
tried to take my life, and First Descents showed me how to reclaim it,
and then live it to the fullest.
Before cancer living life to the fullest came easily for me. I was 26
years old and I ran a $25 million dollar business, while dating one of
Manhattan’s most eligible bachelors. I never got sick. Sick, was for
the vulnerable and the weak, of which I was neither. You can imagine
my shock when a marble sized lump introduced itself to me while I was
taking a shower. Ten days later I had an aggressive form of breast
cancer, and I sat in front of a surgeon who said I’m free on Tuesday,
how bout we take your breasts off then, as she penciled it into her
calendar like it was a lunch date at Nordstrom’s. I met my oncologist
on my 27th birthday. She told me I had a 52% chance of surviving 5
years disease free if I did nothing. Do nothing? Do you know who I
am???
I walked into my first day of chemo in four inch stilettos wearing a
shirt that said “My oncologist is better than yours”. For six months I
graced the oncology floor with my over the top shoe collection,
boisterous laughter, and a slew of funny shirts that summed up how I
was feeling so eloquently. FUCK CANCER, was my favorite.
The guise of humor is what kept me afloat. In between those moments of
laughter and comical cancer shirts I was forced to face the fact that
because of cancer I was now jobless, almost bankrupt, and fighting the
FDA for a lifesaving drug that they didn’t want to give me b/c my
cancer was not yet stage four. Oh, and the eligible bachelor…he
dumped me after my bilateral mastectomies.
Cancer wasn’t playing fair, but I only played to win, so I turned all
of my energy and passion into waging an all out war on the disease. It
was a worthy opponent.
By my 29th birthday I had buried 29 friends to cancer. 29 funerals.
Each one harder than the last. Hearing little children being told
their mommy is an angel now, and the smell of the flowers and the
words of condolence played in my mind like a continuous loop over and
over again. And I became angry and scared. So I ate. And I ate and I
ate, until one day I woke up weighing 60 pounds more than I did at
diagnosis. And I needed help, only I didn’t know how to ask.
When I heard about First Descents, I didn’t give it much thought. I
mean, my version of physical activity is running to catch a subway in
high heels. Still, I thought the only way to stop letting cancer
define every part of my life would be to step as far out of my comfort
zone as possible. So I traded in my stilettos and skyscrapers, for
booties, a PFD, and the mountains.
I didn’t know it at the time, but that first day of camp was the
beginning of the rest of my life. It was there that I learned that
Cancer WOULD NOT, be the hardest thing I would ever have to overcome
and this excited me. I pushed myself physically and emotionally in
ways I never imagined possible. With this new family by my side, I
felt safe.
As we lined up for the graduation rapid my heart was pumping through
my PFD as I shouted out, I’LL GO FIRST!!! This was my moment to prove
to myself that I could do this. That I owned this. With my eyes ahead,
my breathing focused, one wave at a time I paddled. and I paddled and
I paddled. I left so much of myself on that river. So much anger, so
much fear.
When I stopped I felt myself starting to tear up. It was the first
time in five years that I felt like I could breathe. And in that
moment, on that river, looking at those mountains, I took my life
back.
And that was only the beginning. In the first ten weeks home from camp
I embraced a strong, healthy lifestyle and lost 30 pounds. In the
months that followed I spent a great deal of time reflecting on the
lessons I had learned. I began to understand that the way I live my
life every day directly affects each person I encounter. And when I
feel myself begin to falter, it is Brad Ludden who is always there to
remind me to give myself permission to live. To embrace adventure with
a heart wide open. And as I climbed to the highest point I could reach
atop the Canadian Rockies a few weeks ago, I wrote a note of
thanks….and left it on the mountain.
Because of First Descents I am certain there is always a way to do the
impossible– to survive the unsurvivable, for as long as our forevers
may be. The common bond that ties us together is not cancer nor
kayaking. It is the fact that when faced with the impossible, WE
BECOME INSPIRED.
So as you leave here tonight, and return to your homes…should you
find yourself taking a first descent into what seems like the
impossible, remember how you felt on the river, on the mountains.
Remember how you feel in this very moment. Determined, ready to meet
the challenges of tomorrow, and always surrounded by family.
06 Sunday Mar 2011
Posted in charity, Charity of the Month, non-profit


Not a bad group, huh?!

16 Wednesday Feb 2011
Posted in charity, Charity of the Month
I guess I should put a disclaimer on this blog, and note that I am heavily involved with Haiti Scholarships, and hence I have a vested interest in you checking it out, and hopefully supporting it. I guess…legally speaking, I don’t have a “vested interest” per se, since I don’t really derive any private benefit from this, but I do get enormous personal satisfaction in the work done through Haiti Scholarships :)
10 Monday Jan 2011
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06 Monday Dec 2010
Posted in Africa, charity, Charity of the Month

02 Thursday Dec 2010
Posted in charity, Charity of the Month, shopping

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