Thursday, August 22, 2019

My Interview With US Figure Skating

Original art celebrating the fight.
 

Do you have experience as a coach or as an official?
Gold singles/moves/pairs judge. Advisor to the Grand Valley State University synchronized skating team. Learn to Skate instructor at Griff’s Georgetown and Walker Ice and Fitness. 

How many times have you competed at the U.S. Adult Championships?
Nine as a competitor: 2005, ‘06, ‘07, ‘08, ‘10, ‘12, ‘14, ‘16, ‘18. In 2009, I served as co-chair of AN09.  
 
Can you share a favorite memory of the event?
I’ve been at it since 2005, there are so many memories:
  • Skating my first program clean at AN05 to Minnie the Moocher.  
  • Skating under the biggest American flag in the Herb Brooks Arena at AN08.
  • Hosting AN09 with Jen, Dee, and Leslie.
  • Finally medaling at AN10.
  • Doing my Wendy Bear tribute number at AN14.
  • Competing with my husband Dave and son Will in attendance at AN16, and hearing Will shout “you were great mom!”  
  • Being one of the first solo free dance competitors at AN18.

And I love, love, LOVE being a sweeper for the championship events year in and year out. Closest I’m ever going to get to a championship event, LOL.
 
What is/was your cancer diagnosis?
Stage 1 breast cancer.
 
Where are you in the process? In treatment, in remission, etc.?
I guess you can say I’m currently in recovery. Crossing my fingers for that 3 month checkup.

How are you feeling?
Feeling great!
 
Did you find that skating helped you through this difficult situation?
Very much so.
 
Was it motivational to have the sport in your life as a way to be active, set goals, and have events to look forward to?
Oh, absolutely. The minute I was given the all clear to return to the rink, I was there. At the start of radiation, my coach Michelle Wilcome and I made it a goal to pull together a gold free skate test to work on along with the gold moves. I did my first-ever full gold free skate run through midway through radiation treatment. It was terrible. But I did it. 

Did you participate in competitions/shows/tests during cancer treatment? What was that experience like?
My lumpectomy was February 5, and I competed at the Deborah Burgoyne North American Adult Invitational on February 16.

I was nervous because I wasn’t given permission to resume normal activities until February 13, and with a hockey tournament at my rink, my first time back on the ice was my event warmup. Event 1, may I add. I had no idea how my body would react, especially since I had been off the ice for two weeks. I landed a salchow on the warmup, and shouted to Michelle, “it didn’t hurt!” to which she replied “great, now go spin!”

My event was Light Entertainment/Comedy. It was important for me to show up, skate well, and have fun: a message to myself and others that I was going to be okay. I didn’t want to use my diagnosis as an excuse to withdraw. The first time I let cancer be an excuse means it would be easier the next time to make another excuse. If I was able-bodied, I was doing it.

To Mary Moss and Barb Lazotte: thank you. You both have been more than competitors through the years, you have been friends. It’s always an honor to share the ice with you.


How did the skating community (adults or otherwise) show you support when you needed it most?
The figure skating community was there for me from the start. I found out about my cancer diagnosis on the way to the US National Championships in Detroit. I got the call from the oncologist’s office AS I was checking in for my volunteer shift at the Little Caesars Arena. That’s how fresh the news was as I encountered one friend after another that afternoon. I wish I had held it together better, but unfortunately everyone got ugly cry from me, including Scott Hamilton. Scott has been a role model for me in the sport for so many reasons, and to get a “you got this” pep talk from him the day I am diagnosed was beyond surreal. Once the shock of the news died down, I found relief in being able to focus on my volunteer shifts, the competition, time with friends, and not think about myself for a while.

As for Adult Nationals, given the timing, the diagnosis and treatment, I knew it wasn’t possible to compete this year, so I placed myself on the “disabled list,” and was able to cheer for everyone in Salt Lake City from afar. Little did I know what The Adult Skating Committee had in store for me…

I was on a work call when I noticed social media blew up, and people tagging me in the live Facebook feed from the adult skating committee meeting. I’m tearing up now recalling the messages from everyone, and for you to “pink the rink” the Friday of the competition. Then came everyone posting images of themselves either at the competition or at home wearing pink in my honor. Thank you, everyone.
 
Are there specific people whom you’d like to thank?
WHERE TO START?! This is going to be like one long award acceptance speech.

I have the best husband and son in the world. Thank you, David for insisting scars are intriguing (he said sexy, but this is a family publication). And Will, you amazing creature, who said to me at 5am before my surgery, “It’s ok mom, that’s life. You have to experience stuff.”

Kim Coxe, Dave and Sue Bakke, Jennifer Simon, Jim Achtenberg, Kim Ellsworth-Flores, Denise Hendershot, Jennifer Schindler, Robin Johnson, and Maureen Linhardt who supported me at the Detroit Nationals – sorry for the ugly crying.

Arlene and Cas Kaczmarek, how lucky we are to have you as our adult skating parents.

My tribe, the West Michigan Adult Skaters, for their endless support. From vibrant pink bouquets to colorful socks, from attempts at child care to custom made naughty earrings as well as a special custom-themed piƱata to celebrate the end of treatment, you never once let me doubt you had my back, er, front.

Judges and officials from the Midwestern Section who looked after me through the course of my treatments to make sure I was ok. Special thank you to Doreen Young, Phyllis Little, Ginger Charles, Holly Jinks, and Richard Dalley.

Thank you to the Adult Skating Committee, especially you, Lori, Lexi, and Rachel Firlik for thinking of giving me such a grand and public gesture of love at a particularly low moment during treatment. Oh my God, I’m ugly crying again just typing this… Allergies, it’s allergies.

And to the adult skating community, you are my tribe. Thank you for your support via snail mail, social media, texts, and more. Love you all.
 

What advice would you give to other skaters who have been diagnosed with cancer?
This is hard, since everyone’s experience is so different. For me, the waiting was the worst part. Once I had a diagnosis and a treatment plan, I could deal.

It’s going to be an emotional time, so it’s ok to be angry and it’s ok to be scared. Allow it. But also know it’s ok to find ways to heal yourself.

I relied heavily on humor. Whenever I started to feel angry, scared, sad, or sorry for myself, I looked at the situation from a different point of view, in what I jokingly started to refer to as “taking it out of context.” It was this perspective that turned an intimidating appointment at the radiation simulation lab into a wild lunch hour getting tattoos and playing with expensive toys. And since I found it absurd talking about my breasts day in and day out, I took the opportunity to post daily chicken breast recipes on social media instead.
 
I also relied on what I referred to as “musical oncology.” Right around the timing of nationals, I typically I get obsessed with a band or performer. Given the timing of my diagnosis and the success of the movie Bohemian Rhapsody, that band was Queen. It was easy to find comfort and a bit of distraction revisiting their catalog through my journey. The radiation treatment team got into it, tuning Spotify to the Queen channel during my appointments, and I think I turned a younger generation onto the band in the meantime. Appropriately, “Body Language,” “We Are the Champions,” and “Keep Yourself Alive” were on the playlist during my final treatment. Awesome.

Sunday, August 18, 2019

Why I Skate: Pink the Rink Surprise


Week 3 of treatment was a penance for me. Instead of heading out to Utah to compete at the US Adult Figure Skating Championships (affectionately known as ANs), I was heading to the hospital for daily radiation treatments.

Denise, Lanette, and I jokingly posed for a picture at the rink while holding our various injured body parts, and declared ourselves the AN19 All-Star Disabled Team from Lake Effect FSC, while wishing our friends luck.

It was big girl panties moment from there on: I wanted to be sure the focus was on celebrating the people who were there skating instead of me whining about not being there. Also known as: it's not all about you.

Modern technology allowed me to watch the opening ceremonies via Facebook Live, and celebrate 25 years of the championships with people who have become dear friends. The lifers. Wendy Bears. Becca's live tossie routine. The oldest competitors performing. It was awesome.

The Friday of the championships, I smarted on Instagram, "plum hospital gowns are so fetching," in an attempt to make light of the situation. That day stung, physically and emotionally. I was feeling ill from the medication, my breast hurt, it was cold, and I missed my friends. Skating friends started to like the photo and make comments, sharing love and wish you were here sentiments.

I cried in the Family Fare grocery store parking lot.

I headed to work, where I proceeded as normal, all while checking online updates for results and photos. Then I had a work call at 2pm; at the same time, my cell phone blew up.

Once I got off the call, there were numerous messages to get on Facebook, follow this link, and I was tagged a million times. What's up people, was the Adult Skating Committee meeting that explosive?

So I signed in to watch the meeting on Facebook Live, and everyone reacted, "she's here, she signed on!"

To which I responded, "hey."

Whoever was live streaming panned around the lobby. Everyone was wearing some shade of pink, from competitors to officials. They had declared April 5, the Friday of the competition, Pink the Rink Day for Mel. They set up a page for Scott Cares at the Cleveland Clinic so people to make donations in my honor. The Bakkes, Dave and Sue, told the story of being there when I found out and how Scott counseled me at Nationals (the kids' nationals) in Detroit.

Once the committee meeting was over and I reposted the picture with my thanks, posts and tributes came pouring in: pink bows, t-shirts, polos, hats, babies in pink onesies, people eating pop rocks that turned their tongues pink. It was so overwhelmingly awesome.

There were more surprises in store for me well after ANs.  One care package after another arrived from Salt Lake City. I received a Wendy bear wearing a pink sweater with the same yarn as Adam Rippon's Olympic sweater, a Terryl medal, a flask signed by world champion Nathen Chen, pins, towels, can kozies, and more. The item that meant the most to me and made me cry? They sent me an All Event Pass - giving me notice that I was there in spirit.

This, and so many more reasons, are why I skate.

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