We can thank Chris Messina, a social technology expert, for introducing to the hashtag in 2007 with the first ever #barcamp (a global technology unconference). Since then hashtags have become commonplace and not just for twitter users either. The hashtag is used to pinpoint specific and relevant issues for an individual or in society. As a concept it has gone viral and people are using it to identify important events, like weddings. I know I fully intend to use the #goingGmeiner so I can collect the photos from that special day and the ones leading up to it. I’m not exactly tech savvy but even I can jump on this bandwagon. There fun to create, I even use it as an activity for my high school students in our history class. Who doesn’t love a tag like #fromBunkerHilltoBrexit (the history of modern parliamentary procedure) or #GameofThronesorWarsofSuccession – I just made these up, see fun! If you struggle with developing in your own hashtags just go to one of the 664,000 generators you can find on google and voila hashtag created (#cheaters).
Regardless of how you come up with your hashtags some have more meaning than others. And this week was a big one for hashtags in my world. June 4th marked #nationalcancersurvivorsday. I used to give little thought to this prior to my diagnosis nearly three and half years ago. I knew of cancer, knew many affected by it, had lost people -important people, and yet I thought very little about it in actuality. It’s not until you hear the words applied to yourself that you are thrust into this world of cancer and designated a survivor. I’m not even entirely sure of what that means to me. Yesterday I met with the fabulous Physician’s Assistant on my transplant team who first assured me that I was doing very well (numbers within normal range for normal people not just Bone Marrow Transplant recipient people) and that she thought my positivity was contagious. I laughed by then I started thinking about what being a survivor meant to me. I felt like and feel like I have obligation to the people who weren’t able to survive it -like Mike taken by Melanoma at the age of thirty two. He was always so full of life, a constant comedian with a kind heart and smiling eyes. I have to say that I was angry at cancer for taking Mike, but when my turn came I was determined to not let the bitterness prevail. I was determined to continue living on my terms and I have. I am actually grateful for the shift in perspective and thankful for my support system made up of old friends and the new ones I’ve met along the way.
Yesterday was #nationalbestfriendday and I am lucky to have some of the bestest friends around. Some who have been there for me since grade school and others I picked up along the road of life. Speaking of roads, my friend Karen took a day off to take me to my DFCI appointment yesterday. That’s how lucky I am and the road trip conversation was the best. So despite my pseudo house arrest I manage to stay connected with my friends. Steph and I chat almost daily and Tammy and I planned a fake Starbucks date for this weekend. Just this week one of dearest friends, Kristy spent a rainy afternoon donned in a mask for six hours so we could catch up while she was home from California. She and I reminisced about our middle and high school escapades and recalled our love for all things 90210. Another one of my high school friends popped over on the same day and it felt like we are seniors all over again (#just like it was 2000).
Bringing me to yesterday’s other hashtag #classof2017, where I missed graduation for one of the first times in my thirteen year career. I was sad not to be there. There is something to be said about the closure of graduation and seeing your students off. This class was special to me because I had the honor having many of them multiple times, in fact I had a few three out of their four years of high school. They become your kids and any teacher will vouch to that. So I offered them congratulations and wished that they not do well in the world but that they also do good. I have had the opportunity to see many students go off into the world and do amazing things – working on a cure in the labs at Dana Farber, become a historical building architect, an amazing middle school teacher who genuinely cares for his students and the world in which they live, physical therapists, museum curators, writers, musicians, and world travelers to places like Germany and New Zealand. So in my case I have to say I’m #luckyinlife for so many reasons!