• Attitude,  My Story

    Low Carb Denver – An Amazing Conference at the Wrong Time in History

    “May you live in interesting times.” Austin Chamberlain, UK I was an hour away from walking out the door to go to Low Carb Denver. One hour… My bags were packed and sitting on a chair in the living room. My precious presentation poster was in a long mailing tube, my 500 postcards for the visitor swag bags were adding almost 8 lbs to my shoulder bag. My passport and US money were in my travel purse. But all morning, I had been watching the news feeds with a knot in my stomach. The coronavirus was advancing across the world and the situation was changing hourly, both at home in…

  • Attitude,  Ketogenic Diet

    To Snack or Not to Snack

    With apologies to Shakespeare… Happy New Year! I’m glad to say goodbye to 2019 and look ahead to 2020. This year is my 60th – a milestone made more memorable by my recent cancer journey and by the fact that my mother never lived to celebrate her 60th. She died three days before her 55th birthday of end-stage metastatic breast cancer that she had carried for 10 years. I’m determined to make 2020 a kickass year – a year long project called Martha 6.0. This involves several major goals, one of which is to get my book published. That means that I have to buckle down and write it… January’s…

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    What a Year!

    It was one year ago this week that I received the phone call that would rock my world off of it’s axis and send me down a path that I never saw coming. I was sitting in my living room, moving around gingerly as I recovered from the laparoscopic removal of a huge ovarian cyst, both ovaries, both fallopian tubes and about 1.5 litres of fluid. Despite the tiny incisions, my insides had been majorly messed with. But I was rocking recovery, healing up like a boss. Friends had brought over food, I had lots of time for knitting – this surgery thing had some perks! That day, I had…

  • Attitude,  My Story

    Rediscovering a Love of Physical Strength

    Last summer, my just barely reborn running career came to a screeching halt when I was told that I had a 15-16 cm ovarian cyst. All bouncing activities were to be avoided, in case the cyst ruptured and spilled its contents throughout my lower abdomen. Given that the cyst turned out to be cancerous, it’s a good thing that I grudgingly conceded defeat and quit running early last August. In hindsight, a ruptured cyst would have been a really bad thing… After surgery in late September, finding out I had cancer, another surgery in early December, 5 weeks of post-op bladder spasming, then 5 months of chemo, I was pretty…