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I am not this hair

Recent photo that captures my decades-long hairstyle

Recent photo that perfectly captures my boring hairstyle

I have had the same hairstyle since middle school. This is not an exaggeration. Mid-length, side part, minimal fuss. I don’t use fancy products beyond shampoo and conditioner. I blow it dry every day (unless I’m on vacation—particularly in a humid destination where I like the curls I get). Sometimes I use a rounded brush on the ends, but usually I don’t have the patience. I know, I know—it makes me incredibly boring, but this has been my hair every single day since the mid-90s.

That’s about to change. And while it is, perhaps, one of the least significant things that is going to change in my world over the next six months, it is the most immediately public-facing thing that will change. And it is the thing that makes it impossible to hide what I’m facing—even if I wanted to.

I got the call on Friday, June 26, 2015. I had been at the office about an hour. I knew it was coming and I wasn’t expecting much. I found the lump on June 15, one week into a two-week boot camp program that mandated two-a-day workouts, six days a week. I’m not one to go to the doctor and I joked that it was probably just a new muscle from my workouts, but I made an appointment that day. The doctor took a look, said it was likely a [benign] fibroadenoma, but scheduled me for a mammogram to make sure. That led to a biopsy. Which led to the call.

It is not a fibroadenoma. It is a small cell, neuroendocrine carcinoma (NEC). And they suck. I’m pretty sure that’s the actual medical description. My best friend, who is a doctor but not an oncologist, texted me ten minutes after I told her and told me to tell my mom NOT to google anything. I didn’t need to google it to know it was bad. The day after the call, I received my pathology report, which was mostly medical gibberish aside from one very clear line: “Unfortunately, the prognosis [for this type of carcinoma] is relatively poor.” I’d like to say I’m the type of person who had a calm reaction to this, but I didn’t. I completely lost it.

I’m 36 and, like many people who bumped and bruised their ways into their mid-30s, I’ve hit that point when everything just feels good. Life is never perfect, but my life is really, really good. I live in Boulder with my boyfriend, my dog, and two cats who tolerate me. I hike and I bike and I run and I garden (admittedly not well, but I’m learning) and I read and I take early happy hours with friends and I laugh a lot. I am surrounded by generous and loving family, friends, and colleagues. My career is everything I have wanted and worked for, and beyond anything I ever hoped it might be when I was first starting out.

And I’m healthy. My oncologist even said so in our first meeting after asking me a series of health-related questions. “So, basically, you’re a very healthy 36-year-old,” she said. “Well, yeah,” I said. “Aside from that whole cancer thing.”

I met my oncologist for the first time on Tuesday, four days after the call. By then I had already had a CT scan and she had the results. I’ve come to learn that NECs of any type are rare and they usually present first in the GI tract or pulmonary system. The small cell NEC we found was in my breast, so there was a real fear that it was a secondary site (or worse). But the scan found only the one incidence of cancer. When she told me, I started crying. She held her hand out as if to pat my hand to comfort me and said, “This is good news.” I knew that. It just wasn’t what I was expecting. I was expecting an expiration date.

A small cell NEC presenting in the breast is incredibly rare and while I had been hoping for that outcome, based on the limited information I had going into my appointment, I knew it was a long shot. My doctor estimated there are fewer than 40 known cases in the country. Ever. So much for support groups (by the way: if you happened to find this page because you have a small cell NEC that presented in your breast, feel free to reach out to me). Or research studies. But, if I’m going to have a small cell, neuroendocrine carcinoma—which I guess I am—it’s actually good news. It’s aggressive, but it’s treatable. You know your world has been turned upside down when an oncologist tells you you’re going to need chemo, surgery, and radiation and you go out and celebrate. I actually did that. My chemo started a week and a half ago, just a week and a half after the first call. And it’s a long road, but I’ve always chosen long roads.

Still, it takes my life and shakes it up beyond anything I could have recognized just one month ago. And I’ve had to deal with the fact that people will know—not just in my personal life but in my professional life, which is important to me. In October, I’ll present on the national project I’ve been working on for over a year to a room of legal educators, legal employers, and bar leaders from across the country. I will be 13 weeks into my chemotherapy. I will be more worn out than I usually am. I will be older—not in years, but in experience. I will be changed in that way you change when your life zags far more than you ever thought it would. And if that doesn’t give me away, it will be my hair. It will be gone.

My life will continue. I celebrate a birthday this weekend. I’m planting poppies this fall that will bloom next summer. I even rode part of the Courage Classic just this weekend, a bike ride through the mountains that I have done every year for five years to raise money for the Center for Cancer and Blood Disorders at Children’s Hospital Colorado.

And my work will continue. Over the next year, the initiative I lead is having a big year. We will release the results of a national survey of lawyers on a topic that impacts every lawyer, law school, legal employer, and client. I’ll be there every step of the way. And beyond.

I know that this cancer will change my life. It is one of the first things I knew as soon as I learned more about the severity of my diagnosis. It is an unmovable truth. But I can embrace that without letting the cancer define me and wash away who I already am—and who I will be. As I said to my colleague who wanted to know if she could let one of our organizational partners know what I’m dealing with, “Of course—as long as you make it completely clear that I am still in the game.”

I am not this hair. And I am sure as hell not this cancer.

I am not this hair. I am not this skin. I am the soul that lives within.
-Rumi (and, slightly modified, India.Arie featuring Akon)

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“Like a bucket of ice water over your head”

The Colorado Women’s Bar Association recently held a program on grit and success for women in the workplace. We broke into small groups to discuss situations women encounter and how to handle them. As our conversation developed, it became clear that every woman has a story of bias (big or small) that she has encountered–and many of us have many stories. It was also clear that there was power in naming it. The story may be heartbreaking. It may be funny. It may be both. But it’s better when it’s told. So I launched a Tumblr and started asking women to tell their stories. The result is here: Women on the Record.  As Jeena Cho said today, it’s “like a bucket of ice water over your head.”

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A Community that Values Professional Development for Lawyers

Jennifer Flynn, the new executive director of the Legal Education Society of Alberta (LESA), has made Edmonton’s Top 40 Under 40 list for 2013. The least surprising thing about this is that Jennifer would land on a list like this. Anyone who has ever worked with her knows that she is a smart, talented, and indefatigable leader, educator, and volunteer. If you’re working on a project, it’s bound to be better if she’s on your team. I’m lucky enough to know this first-hand.

But there is, in my view, something surprising about this. She made this list for her work in continuing legal education.

“WHY SHE’S TOP 40: She dedicates her work and volunteer time to ensuring that Alberta articling students and lawyers receive the support they require for their continuing education.”

Her community–not even the legal community, but the broader community of Edmonton–values this work. I don’t like to say it, but it’s hard to imagine this happening here in the United States, where continuing legal education is often considered a hurdle and a nuisance, rather than a service. When I linked to her page, I expected her to be on the list for any number of other community activities she may be involved in. I could not imagine a Top 40 Under 40 List that honors a commitment to the professional development of lawyers (even if you and I think it is deserving). But there it was–a printed validation of the purpose and impact of continuing education for lawyers.

In thinking about why the culture around continuing legal education might be so different in Edmonton, it’s first important to note that Alberta has a unique system, which I mentioned in my last post. Alberta does not require a mandatory minimum of credits. Instead, it requires lawyers to develop a continuing professional development plan that includes learning activities to fulfill the plan, where learning activities are defined as:

a. relevant to the professional needs of a lawyer;
b. pertinent to long-term career interests as a lawyer;
c. in the interests of the employer of a lawyer or
d. related to the professional ethics and responsibilities of lawyers.

Lawyers act as architects of lifelong professional development that serves the public interest. And LESA supports the process.

It’s also important to note that LESA has had a run of strong, respected, and education-focused leadership. Jennifer, of course, and before her there was Paul Wood, QC, and Hugh Robertson, QC, both of whom are considered among the best in continuing legal education. It is not a leap to suggest that their leadership has played a role in the public’s perception of the role of continuing legal education.

Alberta has a system that honors the public interest and LESA and its leaders have supported that system with a commitment to the true purpose of continued education… and the broader community values it. That’s really something. Maybe we can learn from it.

Congratulations, Jennifer.

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