Pink Hair!

Happy Fall Equinox,

“You weren’t aiming for pretty, were you?” exclaimed the one stylist to Melissa, the woman who kindly volunteered to turn my hair rosy. We all cracked up as I said, “Nothing about this past week has been about pretty.” It was Friday afternoon and the culmination of a most amazing week. That morning the executive of the Human Kinetics and Recreation Society has been in my office, dressed in pink props, presenting me with a cheque for $500. Theirs, along with a few others that day, insured we met the goal of reaching the halfway mark of the climb’s fundraising goal and I would be keeping my two o’clock appointment at Signature Salon.

I wasn’t sure who was more nervous, Paula or I. We gone for a celebratory lunch at the Casbah where a woman at the neighbouring table was overhead saying, “Look we get to sit by the angel.” Personally I was identifying as “Madame Butterfly” that day. I’d spent the morning leading a teaching seminar for grad students and I must said they looked a bit aghast as a pink winged, wild panted, scarf wearing professor showed up at the front of their classroom.

The process started with stripping the dark brown from my hair turning it into golden yellow. We joked that I could assume the moniker “Golden Rod” and that it wouldn’t be good to stop the process there. Melissa decided to leave the roots brown to provide shadow and texture for my face (and I thought–“That will give me a head start on growing it out.”). Paula snapped picture after picture of the process and seemed quite pleased that I was about to be transformed into a coral-topped wonder. As Melissa applied the first stroke of colour, Paula turned a very pale shade of pink, threw her hands in front of her face, and didn’t say a word for 15 minutes. At that moment, I became a tad bit worried.

After the rest of the almost nuclear glowing pink dye was applied, I was wrapped in cellophane and tucked under the hair dryer to cook. For twenty minutes, I reflected on what it must be like to be undergoing cancer treatment and face the unknown, to face the loss of hair and identity, and to not have much choice about what was unfolding. It was then that I calmed down and knew that having pink hair was not going to be a big deal. Although the dye was permanent, my hair would grow and a few months from now, I’ll be back to a full head of regular colored hair.

When Melissa rinsed the dye from my head, pink bubbles abounded and Paula came back to life. A photographer and writer from MUN dropped by and we had fun regaling them of stories from the week. My day glow hair emerged and as Melissa dried and styled it I could see a mix of reactions on the other stylists faces-ranging from bemused grin to abject horror.

Paula and I stepped out unto the street for some pictures and she asked me to don some lipstick to complete the hair, scarf, lip trilogy and I initially refused. It had been a huge week of being out on my edge and I was tired. I refused a few more times but eventually gave it and took the lipstick and mirror. I puckered my lips and instantly Paula grasped the situation, I truly had no idea of how to put on lipstick. We laughed until our guts almost spilled out on the sidewalk and then I turned my back to try to put some on. Again, Paula was in near convulsive laughter as she noticed that I held the lipstick solid and moved my head around to apply it!.

I rushed home as I was giving the rally speech for the Take Back the Night march that evening and tried to sort out what to wear. I finally settled on a black jacket and black pants since it’s sometimes hard to get shades of pink to match. I gave an on-camera interview with NTV just before the march began and the interviewer seemed to take my pink locks in stride (unlike most of my friends who saw me there.) I’ve been wearing black since and with my return to a normal wardrobe, I easily forget that I’m doing an imitation of a flamingo with a mullet.

Thanks to all who supported Pink Outside the Box this week-your generosity allowed us to get to base camp with the overall campaign (perhaps even camp one). The Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation-Atlantic will put the funds to very good use in trying to create a future that is free from breast cancer. Special thanks to Paula Tessier for all of her support and efforts this week and to Marian Wissink who followed me around on a busy week to capture Pink Outside the Box in pictures. Click here and here to see images from the week.

The week was full of “Ring of Fire” moments and times of wonderful connection. I had so many conversations that would not have occurred if I hadn’t taken on the challenge of both climbing Pumori and dressing in pink. There are so many stories to tell but given my to-do needs to have a few items taken off it, I’ll share just a few of my highlights…the moments that will stand out for years to come.

• Playing ball hockey with pink wings on my back and hearing my teammates call out, “Go Wings, fly up that court.”
• Having Sarah give me pink laces to stick in my skates and Cherry and I rip out my old laces in record time to get the new ones in before the zamboni got off the ice.
• Hiding in the pink carnations at the dollar store and being able to blend in.
• Having Wanda come to an early morning training hike in pink pajamas as support to me and having a WOKies Pink Happy Hour (Thanks, AM).
• Wearing a belly dancing skirt that arrived in the nick of time from Qatar on a morning training hike above Quidi Vidi and realizing I would never use an ordinary bear bell again.
• Being moved by a groundswell of support and receiving pink wings, sunglasses, hair curlers, purses, lipstick, and shell bra to wear this week.
• Seeing Joanna’s face at the arena when she saw me playing hockey in her pink gloves.
• Getting a lesson from Steph and Megan in the many ways to wear a scarf and being amazed that I said, “This is a nice scarf.”
• Realizing that at the end of the week, I can imagine wearing pink, that I look pretty darn good in pink, and that it’s always good to try new things and new colours because you never know where they will lead.

I leave for Nepal a week from tomorrow. I had a pretty good week training and capped off the preparations for doing a ten ascent sequence on Signal Hill. Joined by many of the WOKies and a few others, I climbed the road leading to the top of Signal Hill, carrying my 55-pound pack, ten times. It took about 4 hours of climbing and I gained 4500 feet of elevation in that time. I wasn’t sure how it would go since I hadn’t done the road route since before Kilimanjaro. I’m pleased to report it went well and I feel a nice boost of confidence as a result. Thanks to all who helped out yesterday.

The to do list is still long–but I will chew away at it step by step like anything else. I hope to have a reasonably relaxed week clueing up life here, training some, packing, saying good-byes, and mentally preparing for the challenges of Pumori. I’ll send out one more weekly update before heading out. I’ll be audio blogging to my website as well the myeverest site. I hope you’ll continue to follow along when I’m on the mountain. I’ll count on your support to push up up from behind.

Have a good week,

TA

Click here to donate to Pumori: Climb for Awareness or click here for a downloadable form.

Pumori in Pink

Howdy,

Two weeks and counting. I finally gave in and made a “to-do” list because the details were starting to pile up in numbers greater than seven (the average number of things we can hold in short term memory).

There is now gear piled up on my couch. That’s a sure sign that a climb is near. The sorting and choosing has begun as well as the “gear choice” anxiety that tries to convince me that there is only one right choice and making that right choice will ensure that I am safe, warm, and dry always (ha ha). I’m aiming to go as light as possible because that keeps life simpler (and helps meet the new baggage restrictions).

Whenever I take my socks off these days, I am instantly startled. My toenails are shockingly pink. On Wednesday I paid a visit to the Director of Human Resources at Memorial and she gave the first donation towards “Pink Outside the Box.” She provided me with a stunning pair of pink flip flops complete with pink daisies and then proceeded to paint my toenails to match. Another woman in the office put on “top-coat” (who knew there was something called top-coat?) to help keep the polish job looking sharp. My feet don’t look like mine.

Tonight I am kicking off the week by wearing bright pink hockey socks to my game. Tomorrow might just be the day for the set of pink fairy wings that someone dropped off. Who knows what might be in the pink tickle-trunk by Friday…I’m a bit nervous to say the least. There were a few media stories about “Pink Week” as I call it amongst friends: click here and here to see them. I was a bit worried about how the one picture would turn out because the photographer kept saying, “Now give me that crazy look again.”

If you’d like to get in on the pink action, click here to donate or visit my website for a downloadable form and then email me to let me know what you want me to wear. I’m game for nearly anything. I’ll try to get daily updates from Paula Tessier to see how close we’re getting to the week’s goal of halfway up the mountain and pink hair (I know several of you out there are eager for that to happen). My dad’s cousin sent in a donation with the request that I carry a pink rattle and soother since I carried those the last time they saw me dressed in pink!!! Thanks to all who’ve donated thus far and to those that will jump aboard this week for Pink Outside the Box.

I also have a limited number of Pumori: Climb for Awareness toques for sale with all net proceeds also going to the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation. They are $15. Drop me a line if you are interested.

The first few days back at training after the rest week were tough but I felt the increased strength from the rest almost immediately. It’s easy at this point to second-guess my training approach as pre-trip anxiety arises but I know I was feeling strong on Kili and I’m even stronger now. So here’s hoping and here’s blessing my immune system. As usual, one of the toughest things about a climb in Nepal is staying healthy throughout the trek and climb.

For those in St. John’s, I’m hoping to do a multi-ascent training session on Signal Hill next Saturday or Sunday, if you could spare an hour to drive downhill, please drop me a line with when you are available. Depending on the number of folks who volunteer, I’m hoping it will be less than an hour per person and you could even do it in my car!

This is going to be a very big week. I look forward to it with all the magical and fun and embarrassing moments that will come from dressing absurdly in public. When you see me, try not to laugh too loud. Have a good week and check my website and Facebook page often for picture updates from the week!

Yours in pink,

TA

French Pastries

Happy Back to School to All,

Sorry this update is late, I actually took a vacation. I think it is first period of time in several years I labeled as “vacation.” I spoke at a high school in Grand Bank and then headed over to the French island of St. Pierre to eat French bread and pastries (as well as rest and hike). After a few days of carbohydrate loading, I spent some time exploring the Burin Peninsula by kayak. I loved being out on the salt water once again and even managed to flip my boat while playing in a rock garden. The good news was that my new dry suit works very well and other than a bruised ego, all was okay ☺.

I leave for Pumori in three short weeks. I received the expedition list from Tim Rippel (the expedition leader) and the team covers four continents. There are 15 climbers on two teams hailing from Canada, US, United Kingdom, Australia, Thailand, and Jordan. We’re joined by two guides (Tim Rippel from Canada and Hugo Searle from the US/Wales) and ten Sherpa climbers/staff from Nepal. Having more trip details makes it all seem much more real and exciting. I tried out my new base camp tent on the Burin and I think it will make a fine mountain home.

I have two more weeks of hard training and will then taper off for the two weeks before the climb begins. Much of the next while will be spent packing, repacking, making what gets to go and what stays behind decisions. I have a few presentations and other projects to keep me busy and out of trouble.

The countdown to “Pink Outside the Box” is on! Rumour has it that a pair of pink wings has been found as well as a pair of pink pumps. If you plan on getting me a pink item to wear for next week, please drop me an email so I can make an arrangement to pick it up and get it into the queue for wearing! For each contribution of $20 to the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation-Atlantic, you can have me wear any item of pink clothing or accessory. I will go about my regular week wearing the various items and am somewhat nervous (okay, terrified) of what my wardrobe for next week will entail.

I got an update from Paula Tessier and we’re almost 10 percent of the way towards our fundraising goal of one dollar per metre of Pumori. I’m hoping “Pink Outside the Box,” gets us much further up the mountain. Remember that I’ve promised to dye my hair pink if we reach the halfway mark of the fundraising goal by the end of next week.

Speaking of climbing the mountain, Tim sent out a picture of Pumori with the route highlighted on it. It’s an amazing ridge-based route that promises some great views of Everest and the whole Khumbu valley. Check out the red line on the photo. We’ll place an Advanced Base Camp and then two camps on the mountain before the summit attempt. I will be clogging from the mountain so you’ll be able to follow along every step of the way on my website.

Time to head out to step class and drop lots of salt water on the floor. Thanks for your support and do find me some pink to wear!

With gratitude,

TA

Blue Helmeted Super Hero

Happy Labour Day Weekend,

A few weeks back I bought a new motorcycle helmet at a Regatta Day Door Crasher sale. It is bright blue with gold trim. I could have chosen the more sedate forest green one with the same gold trim but decided one goal of motorcycle protective gear is to be visible so I went with the one that matched Blue Raspberry Gatorade. When I placed the helmet on my head, I could feel a transformation of sorts, an embracing of my inner super hero and began to joke with a friend about being a “Blue-Helmeted Super Hero.” (BHSH)

I mentioned this transformation one day to Diane of WOKie fame and she volunteered to lend me her bright blue lycra ski suit to complete my super hero outfit. A few days later she dropped the shiny blue mound of fabric into my car. I’d planned to make my appearance as a BHSH the next time we got together but the red phone in my lair did not ring so I forget to become the BHSH.

Diane went on vacation. A few more weeks went by. This week she was returned to the hiking fold (which was good because I’d been taking it a bit easier without Diane’s blistering pace setting). I knew Thursday was the morning. I put the suit by the door along with my helmet, the night before to prevent forgetfulness. The alarm rang and I popped out of bed eager to assume my new identity (and see the faces of the WOKies as I walked up). I worried that a ski suit designed for winter temps might be a tad bit warm so I first donned a technical t-shirt and nylon shorts, pulled on the suit, tied my boots, hauled on my big pack, draped my cape over the pack and fastened it with a carabiner, and pulled my helmet on! Voila! I was a super hero (or at least I thought I looked like one).

I walked out of the house and towards Signal Hill. Drivers slowed and stared. Pedestrians crossed to the other side of the street as I strode confidently towards them. It was 6:25 am and I had people to meet. Diane drove by me but didn’t slow. She turned the corner, parked, and hopped out–grabbing Wanda to drag her around the corner to point as what was coming their way. Natelle looked at me with incredulous eyes and Marian’s dog, Anya barked as if I were a knife wielding thug. After their initial shock wore off, they all began to laugh and talk excitedly. We snapped a few photos and off we went.

The suit was instantly hot, the moment I started hauling the monster pack up the first set of stairs but I was committed (for some reason) to make it out to the point before finding a phone booth. We stopped several times to “capture the moment” and continuously chuckled at the ridiculousness of my attire. Finally, when heat stroke was about to set it, I stripped of the blue power suit and rejoined with my regular self. We completed the rest of the training hike and I came home and downloaded the pictures.

One thing I learned is that lycra doesn’t lie. With its wonderful clingy elasticity, nothing is hidden and I was startled (even though I was there) that I’d gone out into the world in such an exposed condition. Despite the revealing nature of some of them, I liked a few of the photos and chose to them to Facebook. I loved the response they generated. Several people wrote to say they needed a laugh that morning and the photos had provided. Click here to see the morning’s photographic collection.

It reminded me of the week I spent in “Ring of Fire” training for Denali where I had to wear dresses for a week. That took me so far out of my comfort zone that I almost turned inside out. I figure my upcoming “Pink Outside the Box” campaign has the same potential for enormous challenge and discomfort!

I hear some folks are plotting to find me some pink lycra, a pink tutu, and frilly pink socks–now there’s a hiking outfit. If you missed it last week, during the week of September 15-19, you can provide me with a pink item of clothing, shoes, or accessories and for a $20 donation to the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation-Atlantic (CBCF), I’ll wear it during the course of a normal workweek. A reminder that if donations to the CBCF reach the halfway mark before or during that week, I will dye my hair pink! Click here to make a donation to the CBCF and secure your spot as a sponsor of Pink Outside the Box.

We all have worlds and spaces in which we are very comfortable. I think its important every once in awhile to get outside those zones to get a fresh look at our selves and at possibilities we might be inadvertently setting aside. It is often said that the greatest rewards come from the greatest risks. I think it’s important to practice taking risks, both small and large. Going out into the world dressed as a BHSH was a small risk for me. Wearing pink for a week is a pretty big risk for me. Using a telephone to call a potential sponsor is a huge risk for me while dancing on the edge of a rock cliff is a piece of cake for me.

What’s risky to me might be a cakewalk to you and vice versa. We’re all individual is what we find risky and how we navigate the feelings that come up when we risk. I know that when I think of breast cancer, I know I have several known risks–many of which I can do nothing about and some I can. As we live our lives, we face many risks and some days we can notice them directly and other days, we have to deny them in order to get though our days.

As we round the corner of this last long weekend of summer, I notice that I am beginning to notice feelings of fear and nervousness crop up in my belly. I have some fear of Pumori, of the mountain, of avalanches, rockfalls, altitude, cold, falling, and loneliness. That fear is a gift. The fear provides me a gauntlet that I need to pass-I need to continuously choose and rechoose to go towards the mountain and the risk it sets out. The fear also reminds me to be disciplined in training for the mountain and to be diligent in risk management practice while on the mountain. Without fear, there would be no caution. We need both risk and caution and we need to find the middle way between them, for I believe to risk too little is as dangerous as risking too much.

Thanks for coming along on this most amazing journey. Everest’s Daughter is teaching me so much before I even reach her flanks. It is a great honour to be supporting the work of the CBCF through this climb and I ask that you support it as well if you are able. The Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation is a national organization dedicated to creating a future without breast cancer. It was started in 1986 and works to fund and support innovative research, education and awareness programs, early diagnosis and effective treatment, and a positive quality of life for those living with breast cancer.

Have a good week,

TA