stay calm & wash your hands

March 19, 2020

I don’t know how you feel about all this, I’m not sure how I feel about it either. The virus isn’t something to be scared of unless you are one of those at risk. I think that we should just assume that a lot of us will get it, but a smaller % are at serious risk for it to be really bad, and for those people all of us need to stay away. Even if we are healthy, if we can we should just stay at home. If we do go out we should be careful. I don’t understand how people don’t know that they should not cough or sneeze out in the open and not know how to properly wash their hands, that’s things you learn as a child. But still, people have been coughing right at me several times the past few weeks and people still doesn’t seem to understand how to wash their hands.

Not only is there a virus going around that we need to be careful to not spread to the people at risk, having a husband who works in finance isn’t exactly comforting. I have never seen my husband so stressed out and worried before. For that reason I have been trying to stay extra calm for the both of us.
Almost every morning the past two weeks, my husbands first sentence to me has been “today will be an interesting day, the world is ending”. Not so exciting to wake up to as you can imagine, and it’s quite dramatic.
For many many years, I have stayed away from reading or listening to the news especially in the morning cause it sets the tone for my whole day. When I do feel like updating myself, I might do it in the afternoon or just wait for my husband to tell me the important stuff when he comes home from work at night (it’s part of his job to be updated about everything going on in the world). Now I have my husband working from home and I hear all the crazy stuff throughout the day, and it’s a lot to take in. Last week my husband started to tell me something that was going on and I stopped him and said “hun, you can tell me after 9 am”.

I am worried and maybe even a little scared. But noone knows what the future holds and what will happen with every country’s economy, so the best thing is to just take deep breaths and hope that it will work out. Me staying calm during this time can at least balance the vibe out at home. Meditation and yoga does help.
I would love to encourage everyone, no matter how stressful the day is, to at least take a few minutes here and there throughout the day to sit still, close your eyes, inhale exhale and think about what you are grateful for. We are all in this together. With positive attitudes, staying calm and washing our hands, we will get through this. Be kind and spread love.

365 DAYS

February 19, 2020

365 days ago, I heard of partial molar pregnancy for the first time. My doctor didn’t tell us much, just explained to us that the baby had three sets of chromosomes which is called triploidy and that I needed to do blood tests until my hcg level is down to 0. I did my first test that day and the number showed 263 which is a very very low number to start with 3 weeks post pregnancy. Everyone was kinda expecting me to be done within two months. 
10 months of weekly blood tests and 3 monthly, I’m still not cleared. 52 weeks of hope to be able to move on and put this behind me. Earlier this month I did what I really thought would be my last test, cause my doctor had told me in November that I only needed three more months. She called and told me the result (I’m still down) and then told me that I have to do another test in May. That hurt. I was at the gym when she called. After the phone call ended I continued with what I had been doing but five minutes later the tears came. I sat down facing the wall pretending to stretch cause in case someone would walk into the gym they wouldn’t be able to see that I was crying. It took 25 minutes before my face was dry enough to go home. My dog came to meet me and probably sensed that something was wrong. He snuggled me the way he always does and I completely crashed.
It doesn’t matter if it’s next week, next month, in three months or next year, knowing that I have a test coming up is always on the back of my mind and it’s exhausting. It’s hard to deal with knowing that I’m still an active patient at the oncology office and knowing that even if I feel healthy my papers says I’m not. I know that I am healthy, I am ok, but to not be cleared is emotionally tough to handle. I feel trapped in my own body which is a very strange feeling. Most days I feel great but some days a simple thing like taking Thor out for a walk feels like climbing Everest. Sometimes I wish there was an off switch for the brain.
I could probably just say f*ck it and not do my test in May, but I’m also a little scared and I do trust my doctors plus I want to be a good patient.
Everything happens for a reason, maybe I haven’t found or learned what I’m supposed to yet. 

If you or someone you know are going through something like this, feel free to send me a message. I won’t have all the answers, but I will be here for support.
I am not alone and neither are you♥



It’s actually quite hard for me to share my story, it’s hard to show myself this vulnerable. But this past year I have noticed that my story might be of help to others. I had never heard of partial molar pregnancy before and I have still never heard of a mystery case like mine. Google can give you the same info that your doctor tells you, but everything else I have learned about this comes from writing with other women from all over the world. It’s amazing how much support is out there when you need it. I am forever grateful. We are all sitting in the same boat, noone has real answers, we all only have suggestions but most of all we feel compassion and love for those who are going through similar things. Every story is unique and we all suffer through it differently, but we are still women (and partners of women) who has to deal with something that is very hard. 

Horton

January 17, 2020

On  Wednesday night I went to a Horton Technique class. There aren’t really any dance classes for adults in Stamford (or even around in CT) and if there are it’s ballet, but in October I saw that the ballet school here added a modern dance class to the adult schedule. I haven’t been able to go before but on Wednesday I decided to walk over there. Took me about 35 minutes to walk. In NYC, that walk is nothing, you walk everywhere there, but for people living basically anywhere else in the country it sounds weird that someone would walk. People are shocked that I don’t drive, but I’m so used to it and I gladly walk, a perfect warm-up. However, some parts of my walk was slightly questionable in the dark so I ended up asking my husband to come pick me up after class.

Anyway.. The school was very small and intimate. Everyone came up to me and wanted me to introduce myself, how cute. I talked to the owners and they introduced me to the modern teacher and I felt very welcome. They also had a cat walking around. I was told this cat is a bit shy and most students have never seen him, but when I was there he came out a lot and meowed nonstop. Very cute, but I just kept thinking “please don’t come over and say hi to me” (I’ve become very allergic the past few years and I didn’t wanna sneeze the whole class). Apparently their previous cat was very friendly and curious, she used to join the ballet classes haha.

The class was only an hour long which is way to short in my opinion, but I understand, people are busy, an hour is better than nothing. It was a nice group of people in class and the teacher was good. I haven’t taken many horton classes before actually that I can remember, but the technique and movements has been incorporated into my teachings, like all modern dance styles. I could follow along, no problem.

Before I got there it felt like I was on my way to a date, a date I had been on before but still exciting, you know. Kinda like when I was going to see Jim after a few months of not seeing each other back in 2011. Jim and I wasn’t dating before I left NYC that summer, but we had got to know each other, and when I came back it felt very comfortable in a way but still a bit nervous cause I didn’t know if we were gonna pick up where we had left off or if we would end up not having anything to say to each other, I had no expectations but I was excited to see him. Same feeling on Wednesday. I was excited to meet modern dance again, saying hi to an old friend, an old flame even, it felt familiar but I didn’t know how I would end up feeling once I was there.

It’s interesting how body and mind works. I have been active in studios and at gyms this whole time, I have been dancing on my own, I’ve taken yoga classes, done countless hours of pilates, I have also been teaching a little here and there both privately and groups, but not been part of the dance world. As you know, I made a decision to take a break from dance. I thought it would be for a couple of months but that turned into years. I am going to spare you the whole story around this, but long story short, I’ve been questioning but also missing dance this whole time. And as years has gone by the more I’ve forgot. Not only loss of dance muscle memory, but I’ve lost actual memory. I’ve been a dancer my entire life, worked professionally for many years and somehow my brain just forgot all about it. This has been very hard for me to deal with, still is. How can the brain forget something that it has been living and breathing every single day for most of it’s existence? This is very strange but interesting to me. 

Walking into the studio on Wednesday I saw my old self in the mirror, a different, changed appearance of my body and an older version but still me. Once we started moving I suddenly didn’t recognize myself anymore. It all felt so familiar and the memory came back, but oh boy, let me tell you, it’s tough to come back having an idea of what once was and it’s not at all the same. The body knew what to do but me, the dancer I once was, she wasn’t there. It’s a strange feeling. An older lady who took the class actually started talking about this after class, how she expects the body to do what it did back when she was a dancer but body feels so different and is not cooperating. Hard to explain to someone who has never experienced this, but I think you get what I mean. 

It was a good class to start with for me. I need to build my body back the right way to avoid injuries and to help my brain the best possible way to remember. I will get back to it quicker than I think, cause that’s what so interesting with how our brains work. If you once learned to ride a bike, even if it’s 20 years later, you’ll still always know how, maybe wobbly in the beginning but before you know it you are biking down the street. It’s for sure overwhelming to think of the amount of work I need to put into this and I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little scared. Not scared of failure but scared of what I will find along the way. I’m scared of that maybe I don’t want to do this. I’ve been thinking about and passionately loved dance my whole life, I’m scared that I will work my ass off now and end up feeling that nah, this is not for me anymore. But, if I don’t dive right in head first, I’ll never know. 

Ok, that was a long post about an hour long Horton class, hahah. But I had lots of thoughts and feelings after this and I have become very interested and curious about how our bodies and brain work over the past few years. I’ve learned so much about myself and others. 

Listen to your guts

January 13, 2019

Hello! I don’t even remember when I updated here last and what about..oh well.. Every morning I wake up and check my phone for a new message, but no update on my sisters baby so far, it seems to love it in there, it’s a week overdue now. But soon soon and I will be with h** in 1.5 week!

This year started off with me and my husband making a bigger decision. We listened to our guts instead of the loud noises in our heads and time will tell if this was the better decision (however, we’ll never know since we can’t go back in time). I always trust my guts, aka the second heart, it has never disappointed me. One time I ignored what my guts was telling me, I listened to my head instead and that is probably the only thing in my life that I feel that I probably made the wrong decision. You live and you learn. My friend actually wrote about this in an instagram post yesterday:
There might come moments in your life as well where you can choose to take the road of your head or the road of your heart. The road of your head is full of logic and make sense in your mind and to people around you. The road of your heart is a step into the unknown where people around you might question you, but the road is guided by the voice of your soul and won’t always make sense until you start walking. What would you choose? – @magicofstillness
Where we were a year ago is not where we are now. My husband and I have been through a lot, we have gained new knowledge, we have grown as individuals and we have definitely grown as a couple. 

One of my missions this year is to build my body up for dancing. It will be tough, I’m very very far away right now, but I will try my absolute best and see where the road takes me. And our mission together is to find where to move. Research research research. My guts is telling me that it will all work out.

Ok, now I’m off to a yoga class. Have an awesome possum day!

struggle days

December 5, 2019

Damn, I have fallen out of basically everything. Feels like I barely moved my body since before vacation and my sweet tooth is worse than ever🙈
This morning I got out of bed, did 25 minutes of yoga before taking the dog out. Felt good to be on the mat but my body was so out of place, felt stiff and protested every movement I did.
This winter is hard for me to deal with and my body is responding to my feelings. It’s hard to stay motivated when your own body is going against you. But, that’s how it is sometimes. No need to judge it, just allow it to pass, because it will pass. We can’t always be super power people, sometimes we need to be vulnerable and let our emotions out, feel the damn feelings and be true to ourselves.
A year ago I was excited about absolutely everything. I knew there were risks, but I wasn’t waiting for a miscarriage, we were waiting for a baby, we were planning our future, were excited about our first doctors appointment and all the other stuff that comes with life changing moments. I thought I had worked through all these feelings over the past 10 months since my excitement ended, but on Thanksgiving and when I was decorating the Christmas tree, it all hit me in a way that I didn’t expect.
It’s been 13 months since my pmp story began and I’m not done yet, but I will be done one day and that is something I should direct my thoughts towards. Had another negative test this week so I’m going the right direction😊


Btw, I’m not sad about the miscarriage, people seems to think that I am because I still mention it, but I’m not. It’s important for me to say this. There are many women out there who takes a miscarriage really hard and maybe even blame themselves for it and it can take years or even a lifetime for them to get over it, and that is ok. But I happen to be one of those who accept the true nature of things, I don’t feel sorry for myself and I am not grieving a baby that wasn’t meant to be born, that is waste of time for me, and that is ok as well. It’s the pmp I am struggling with. I don’t know anyone who has been through this before. I talk to women online who is going through this as well, but our stories are still very different and our struggles doesn’t look the same. And to be honest, it’s hard for me to be treated differently, I don’t want pity parties, but I also don’t want people to ignore or not ask how I’m doing cause that is somehow worse, but I would like to ask everyone to be respectful, if you have a question then I’m happy to answer but please don’t talk about my future baby that I may or may not want or tell me to “hang in there”. I understand it can be difficult, but just be careful and choose your words wisely. And this goes for everyone you ever talk to btw. Thanks.